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ot7!
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Might as well be drunk in love: 1 of 3
Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)
Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.
Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If youâre not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: This idea came to me when I went to the mountain and saw a love potion wine thingy being sold there. I think it's just the name of the wine, anyway! I really, really tried so hard to finish this in one post but it's already almost 8kish and we aren't even near the end sksks Happy New Year, my loves! I hope you'll like my gift for you <3
âAm I that hopeless?â
âWhat?â your friend asked in faux innocence, blinking her eyes owlishly at you. âI donât know what youâre getting at, sweetie-â
You glared at her as you pointed in an exaggerated manner at the expensive pink tumbler she handed you mere seconds ago. The tumbler was too fancy, something that you wouldnât buy for yourself and something that a certain handsome but infuriating CEO of yours was fond of carrying around.
However, what was insulting was the content of the said tumbler.
âI just gifted you that because you mentioned that it was beautiful-â
âDo you really think Iâd end up alone?!â
âI donât understand-â
âYou literally just said that you put the love potion you bought in the mountains here!â you hissed lowly, keeping your eyes around the conference room as your department waited for the seven CEOs to arrive. You attempted to smile which more or less came out as a grimace at one of your colleagues who looked at you weirdly because of your mini-outburst. You werenât exactly meek in nature, nor were you shy. However, you werenât really keen on letting anyone overhear that your close friend bought you a love potion just because she thought you would end up alone.
That was embarrassing, even for you. So nope, you would for sure keep this under wraps.
Her brows furrowed harmlessly, although you could see a hint of smile on her lips, âYouâre welcome?â
âIâm not thanking you-â
Just then, all the seven CEOs walked in the conference room, their presence commanding and silence reigned through the whole room. The first to enter was Min Yoongi. He was strolling in the room with his hands in his pocket. He was said to be the ace of the group who could smell bullshit despite it being miles away. He honestly looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here right now, though. It was the complete opposite of Jung Hoseok, also known as the sunshine of the group. He was smiling widely as he greeted the department and some employees by their names, yet you werenât fooled by his beautiful smile. He was the strictest of them all. He was perfectionist down to the core and he was the last to forgive any mistake. The last of the hyung line to enter was the Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man you have ever seen. It was like the room literally lightened up when he stepped in, like the birds sang melodically the moment he opened his eyes. His tall form and his movement were precise as he confidently sauntered to his seat which just so happened to be beside yours. He placed his pink tumbler on the table, so eerily similar to yours sans the engraved of his name on his tumbler. The beautiful asshole didnât even spare you a glance. Your back unconsciously straightened when the lead CEO, Kim Namjoon, locked eyes with you for a moment when he entered the room. He was said to be one of the most intelligent man in the whole country. You didnât even doubt it one bit. He was capable, and his leadership was on another level. Should he decide to run for a political seat, you would undoubtedly vote for him. He had what it took, you thought. He was charismatic, calm and he knew when to listen.
The CEOs were dubbed by the employees to be divided by two: the Maknae and the Hyung line.
Finally, the maknae line entered. The three of them could always be found together. Park Jimin, the eldest of the line, who had one of the most beautiful smiles you ever saw. In fact, you once overheard your colleague that he interacted with her once and it left her thinking of what they really were. He was followed by Kim Taehyung and also labelled as his soulmate. He was expressionless as he entered, only cracking a smile when he turned to Jimin. You always thought that he could be a model or an actor if he wanted to. He definitely had the looks for it. Last to enter was the muscular Jeon Jungkook, also known as the golden maknae of the group. There were no contracts, mergers or acquisitions that he couldnât convince the other party of signing. Not only was he capable of everything, but he excelled in everything. Thus, his nickname. However, despite the way he held himself during the negotiations, you observed him to be shy and highly reserved. All of a sudden, he looked up from his seat as though he could feel your eyes on him, his doe eyes curious as he took you in. He held your eyes for a moment until he blinked owlishly and looked down at his hands in curiosity.
Kim Namjoon sat in the middle, the others sitting beside him as they regarded the room with a powerful look.
 âShall we begin?â Kim Seokjin asked, his eyes focused on the slides reflecting in the projector.Â
Several headaches, passive aggressiveness from Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin, disappointed sighs from Jin and Yoongi, difficult revisions âsuggestedâ by Taehyung, and corrections of miniscule errors of calculations by Jungkook later, the meeting finally ended.
You were weary as you trudged out of the conference room the CEOs were still in. They dismissed the department, expecting revisions within the day after tomorrow before discussing among themselves. It was honestly not a lot of time and you could already feel the lack of sleep you and the department would further experience under their tyranny. You willed yourself not to fall asleep as you walked to your desk, your close friend who was equally tired as you sat down on her seat beside your desk.
âIâm so tired. Itâs like my soul and all the happiness I was able to experience in my young life were sucked out of me,â she lamented, her head resting on her desk. âIf only the pay isnât so greaaaat. â
You nodded at what she said, already likening the CEOs to dementors in Harry Potter. Interacting with them made you aged several years. Additionally, meetings with them made you reconsider whether you needed a roof over your head, whether you needed to eat at least twice a day, whether you needed to drink clean water-
Speaking ofâŠthis wasnât your tumbler.Â
The horrifying realization made you stood up abruptly. You lifted the pink tumbler to your widening eyes, and by that name there was no denying that this wasnât yours. Your sudden movement awoke your friend from her own misery, yet you didnât have the time to explain. Without any further thought, you ran back to the conference room, screaming and crying about how you were definitely going to get fired.
Of course, the elevator was under maintenance.
Of course, you had to run numerous flights of stairs.
Of course, it was just your luck that you ran into your manager just when you reached their floor.
And of course, the moment you opened the door, there they were, innocently drinking from a glass, the tumbler emptied as it sat in the middle of the table.
âDonât drink that!â
Taehyung was the first to turn to you, his dark expressionless eyes meeting yours with intense stubbornness. He kept his eyes on yours as gulped the contents wholeheartedly.
Oh heavens, no.
He put the glass down with a resounding thud which felt like a nail to your coffin. You turned to look at the other CEOs with shaky eyes and it was apparent that they definitely drank their fair share of whatever was in the tumbler. You, on the other hand, werenât sure if it was really safe for consumption. You were going to kill your friend for her prank!
Their eyes were focused on you. You couldnât even blame them. You shouted at them all while looking like a lunatic with your disheveled hair and huffing breaths like you did a marathon. Oh wait, yes you probably did by the amount of running you did today. They were probably thinking that you were mentally unfit for this job and oh my God you were going to lose your job.
âMay we help you, Ms. Y/N?â Hoseok asked you politely, his eyes never wavering from yours which wasâŠunusual. Despite him being the image of kindness and approachability, he never looked at his employees for longer than necessary. He was a man that possessed such discipline when it came to his time. This⊠was absolutely an unnecessary length of time for eye contact.
âT-thatâs my drink,â you finally said after tearing your eyes from Hoseokâs. You pointedly looked at the empty pink tumbler, not minding the intense look Namjoon was giving you.
âWe apologize, little one,â Namjoon broke the silence, his deep voice awakening you from your stupor. âYours looked like hyungâs.â
Little one???
 Jimin smirked before running his hand through his blonde locks. His eyes were on yours as he looked up at you. âYours undeniably taste better, though.â
Before you could even blink, Yoongi pointed at you with a rare smile on his lips. âYou looked thirsty. Would you like to go to my office and drink with me?â
Was thatâŠan invitation?!
You felt a hand tugged your sleeve. You turned, only to find beautiful doe eyes looking up at you from his seated form. âHi! What year were you born?â
â199x-,â you answered absentmindedly, you eyes roaming around the room when he tugged your sleeve again for your attention.
âYouâre older than me!â he gasped; his excitement palpable as he stood up. He towered over you, his grin pleasant and you thought at that moment that he looked a lot like a bunny, or a kangaroo with the way his chest muscles were bulging over his office clothes. âThen youâre my noona! I can call you ânoonaâ, right? Come on, take a seat here!â
He pulled the chair closer and tapped on it eagerly.
This was wrong, you thought. Was that thing really effective?! You dreaded to think that it was and you had a certain someone to torture once you get out of this room.
You were shaking your head before he could even pull you and you watched as his expression fell. Suddenly, he looked like a child that lost his toy with the way he was pouting. And nope, you couldnât deal with that today. You looked at the man who hadnât spoken one bit before smiling sheepishly at him. You placed his pink tumbler in front of him.
âI apologize. I must have switched yours with mine-â
His jaw tightened as he leaned in. Heavens, he was even more handsome this close. Kim Seokjin looked up at you with his ethereal eyes before resting his chin on his hand. âIâve been drinking yours since the meeting, my love. Itâs absolutely not your fault. Mine was coffee. This-â he lifted the empty tumbler, â-is, I presume, a juice.â
Confusion further painted on your face, âYou knew? Then why did you keep on drinking-â
He shrugged his broad shoulders, âItâsâŠaddicting.â
âO-okay, then Iâll just leave yours here-â
âTell me, my love. Do you like your job?â
Welp, here it was. You were so going to get fired. Oh my God, how were you going to feed your cat? He had such an expensive taste!
âI-â
âBecause thereâs an opening in my office. Would you like to be my secretary-â
âBut hyung, you already have one-â
âShut up, Taehyung,â he hissed at the now pouting man before turning to smile at you as though he didnât berate his co-CEO in front of you. Chaos ensued as the boys fought and bickered for who would be your direct boss as you inched closer to the door.
âIâm just gonna go,â you whispered and before you could even reach the door, Taehyung looked up at you with his sharp eyes.
âWhere are you going!â
âI-I have to finish the report this week, right?â
Namjoon stood up before declaring that he would finish it for you. And when you shook your head, âI am officially moving the deadline to next month! No need to stress, my little love!â
You blinked owlishly before doing what was best for you and your sanity- you ran away.
âSo, they drank it?â
âAre you even listening to me?!â you shrieked over the phone, walking back in forth in front of your cat that was now looking at you as though he wanted to be adopted by a sane person and not you. âI just told you. They all drank it. All seven of them!â
You could hear the laughter in her voice which was not helping your panic, âI thought you didnât believe love potions?â
âI-I didnât! You didnât see how they were acting! It was so peculiar!â
âWell, honey, how did they act?â
âKindly! And itâs so weird!â
She paused, her silence making your heart beat faster. âHoly shit. Itâs definitely effective. I need to go back there and buy another one for myself-â
âFocus! Is there an antidote or anything?â
âIâm not sure. Iâll have to ask my grandmother that lives there. Iâll let you know, but for the meantime, hold on very tight, okay?â
âWhat do you mean?!â
âUhm. She said itâs very potent? I thought she was kidding. Weâll observe them tomorrow, okay? Iâll fix this.â
You were only able to sleep for two hours last night for two reasons: your work that you accomplished at eleven in the evening, leaving you six ample hours to sleep, and second, them.
Your phone didnât stop ringing last night. You didnât know how they obtained your number, and you dreaded to think that they used their position to direct the Human Resources department to give your personal number (yup, they definitely did).
You were about to fall asleep when your phone wouldnât stop, and when you opened your eyes, you wished to all that was holy that you threw away the tumbler as soon as she handed it to you. Or that you didnât choose the sit next to Seokjin.
You wished to God that your phone wasnât blowing up now, but it certainly was.
Kookie: Hi, noona! Welcome to the Bangtan groupchat!
You squinted your eyes as the glaring screen illuminated with several messages from them.
Jwehope: Darling, are you a sprite? Because you've got the right amount of fizz to make my heart pop!
Jiminie: Thatâs so corny. I, for one, think that little one is a magician.
Jiminie: Because everytime I look at her, everyone just disappears.
V: Do you want to disappear, Jimin? Because I can arrange that.
Joonie: Ms. Y/N-shi, do you have a moment? I asked because I would like to discuss something.
At that, your trepidation grew. Among five, the lead CEO definitely held a serious tone. Did they find it as weird as you did that they were paying you attention? Did they trace it to that drink? Were you now in an even bigger mess than you initially thought?
You replied tensely: Yes, I am available, Kim Daepyonim.
WWH Jin: Why are you still awake? Beauty sleep is essential, my love!
Joonie: Great! Iâd like to discuss the exponential growth of my feelings for you.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Suga: Youâre all so hopeless. My Y/N would never fall for that.
Suga: On the other hand, would you like some Samsung stocks?
And that was why you never got to sleep peacefully last night. You sighed as you got on the bus. You opted to leave at an earlier hour because you wanted some time to think without the noise of the world and the buzzling movement of people commuting. You could feel a headache coming, but you prayed that it wouldnât come through.
You should have known your prayers were seldom heard.
A vacant seat on the backside of the bus greeted you, and you were only too elated to finally sit throughout your commute. Peace, finally, you thought. You had barely settled in, barely breathed a sigh of relief when the once empty chair beside you was filled in by none other than him
âFancy running to you here!â Taehyung noted in a deep voice as though this was not part of his plan, as though he didnât wake up at a godforsaken hour just to ârunâ to you.
You blinked, astonished by his presence. This was the last place you expected him to be. Hell, you didnât even sure he ever experienced riding a bus! What the fuck was he doing here? Where was now your peace?!
âYou-Youâre hereâŠâ you trailed off, your eyes widening in shock as your brows furrowed in disbelief. You had foolishly thought that maybe, once they slept it off, then it would slowly be flushed out of their system. Oh, how wrong could you be. âWhy?â
Taehyung smirked at you, his dark eyes taking you in. His dark hair was gelled up, his suit impeccable and without any crease in sight. He was somehow manspreading and you werenât stoic enough not to notice the way his thick thigh was touching the side of yours. âI wanted to see you.â
âYouâre soâŠhonest.â
He didnât even look embarrassed by his honesty. It didnât displace him; what did was the annoying pain in his heart as the hours passed by and you werenât in his arms nor his sight. He hated it. It felt wrong!
The other boys werenât fairing any better but oh well, to each of his own. He may or may have also drained their cars of gas so they couldnât leave. He thought that no one needed you as much as he did.
âI surmised that you wouldnât believe if I say I frequent this path just for the hell of it, correct?â
You nodded dumbfoundedly as speech eluded you. His candor was definitely out of this world, and he seemed to not care as he only stared right at you.
âNow,â he whispered before tucking your hair behind your ear. âNow I feel at peace. The annoying pain finally stops.â
What pain?!
Before you could even ask him to elaborate, his head leaned on your shoulder.
âDaepyonim Kim-â
âJust stay like this for a while. I didnât get to sleep, my love,â he answered in his hoarse voice, his eyes already closed as he dozed off. You didnât know why you let him. It absolutely was not due to the fact that you felt your heart skipped a beat when he laid his head on your shoulder. Nope.
You managed to run away from Taehyung once the two of you arrived at the company, simply by practicing your non-existent ninja moves and awkwardly slipping out of the elevator just as the doors closed, his face an image of betrayal and panic. You breathed a sigh of relief before running out of the building. You still had an hour before you were needed, you for sure wouldnât spend it inside that establishment or you would end up crying.
You were focused on your phone as you read real life stories of love potions. The sharing of stories kept on increasingly became more serious and scarier. You had yet to find a post about antidote. You werenât 100% set on it being real, but the way Taehyung acted today was not right.
For heavenâs sake, the man barely said any word to you for the whole year you worked in their company. He had only looked at you before, and now he was outright going to you. But maybe, the other CEOs werenât affected?
It was a hopeful thought, and you felt yourself smile a little- which of course vanished just as quickly when you looked up from your seat in the coffee shop to see Park Jimin sitting in front of you. You didnât even know how he moved so smoothly and quietly. He was smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. His blonde hair stood out as the sunlight hit his hair perfectly.
âGood morning, beautiful!â
âDaepyonim Park,â you gasped both at shock and well, his beauty. His smile turned wider before he tried to hide it as he sipped from his coffee cup.
âJust Jimin, little one. I presume Taehyung- the bastard who will soon be six feet underground for what he did, by the way- already went to see you?â
You nodded, âHe didâŠâ
He scrunched his nose before resting his chin on his hand as he leaned into you. His pouty lips were protruding even more as he looked over his long lashes to you. My God, this man was so charming and his movements seemed so sensual. You didnât know what it was about him, but you finally, finally understood your coworker who had a major crush on him for years based on one interaction.
âHeâs so bad, my love. Did he tell you that he drained all our carsâ gas tank at two in the morning?â he asked in a conversational manner as though it didnât faze him. His other hand reached to yours, slowly entangling them together and giggling a little at the slight size difference. He found them perfect and cute.
God, you were so endearing, he thought to himself.
âHe did what?!â
He nodded slightly, holding your hand up to inspect further before quietly taking a picture of your clasped hands. You were so out of it that you just let it be.
âWhat Taehyung failed to account for was the existence of taxis. He only managed to anger six men, so good luck to him today. But enough about him,â he stated before looking into your eyes. Being the sole focus of Jimin was just too much, you thought. He was bigger than life, and his inherent appeal was palpable that even girls around the coffee shop kept on stealing glances on him. âI miss you so much today that my heart and head hurt so much, yeobo. I thought that I was going to die if I donât see you.â
Your brows furrowed in concern before pulling your hand from him and you could have sworn you heard him whimpered. You laid the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to see whether he had fever today. He felt fine, you concluded, as you looked closer to see if he looked sick.
Maybe the âlove potionâ caused these symptoms? Taehyung did mention experiencing pain.
You managed to escape from Park Jimin when he insisted on buying you pastries, and you in turn ran to the exit like your life depended on it. And perhaps, it did because you were running late. You only had fifteen minutes and the coffee shop you went to was not fifteen-minute away from the office. You were running like a lunatic, waving at the taxi that finally took pity on you. You were about to open the door when a large and tattooed hand slammed it shut.
You looked up in anger, ready to berate the man who did such a rude gesture when you recognized who it was.
Right then and there, and despite it being barely eight in the morning, you already met the entirety of maknae line. Jeon Jungkook looked like a badass with his all-black getup, his hands wrapped in motorcycle gloves, and his hair carelessly falling around his face. Despite all that, he looked innocent with the way he grinned at you, his nose all scrunched up when he greeted you.
âIâll give you a ride, noona. Come on,â he stated as he gestured at the black motorcycle haphazardly parked on the side. You had never ridden one, and you didnât want to start now. On the other hand, the taxi was already driving away and you could only look at it with longing.
You decided that you could afford being late just this once instead of riding with him. You were shaking your head.
âBut youâre going to be late. Iâm going there, too, so itâs no bother if thatâs what youâre thinking-â
âNo itâs just⊠I like to walk during the morningsâŠreally.â
He frowned at you as he removed his gloves, âDidnât you read the memo about tardiness, Y/N?â
âWhat memo?â
He was typing rapidly on his phone, âAbout how there would be 50% deduction of the salary should there be any tardiness this monthâŠdidnât you know?â he asked innocently as he finished typing, his doe eyes trained on yours. Coincidentally, the moment he pocketed his phone was the moment your phone dinged.
âI donât think thatâs legal, though. I havenât received the memo-â
You looked down at your phone, and there it was, an email about that. How could it only reach you now?!
You looked up in panic, and he looked at you with a hint of satisfaction before covering it with an innocent smile. âShall we? I promise I donât bite.â Yet.
He drove like a lunatic and you thought that you would really rather be late than experience a thrill such as this. Of course, it was only natural that you didnât want to put your arms around him. You technically didnât know him at a personal level and Jungkook did know that.
So, of course, like the intelligent man that he was, he only did the thing that made sense. He sped up, and he chuckled as your adorable screams reached his ears. Your equally lovely arms were now wrapped around him as they should always be and for once since yesterday, the ache in his heart eased. He felt at peace.
He giggled when you finally realized that this was not the path to the office, but in his mind, his other hyungs already got to spend time with you. Shouldnât he too?
Jungkook helped you get off his bike, his eyes closely watching your expressions as you took the scenery around you. It was quiet despite the busy world below. The overlooking garden he brought you to was enchanting and it remained untouched by the quick-pacing world below. Jungkook couldnât help but mirror your smile.
âItâs even more beautiful at night, noona. I come here when things get quite overwhelming.â
You turned to him as the two of you sat down. He had laid his leather jacket for you to sat on, a true gentleman you would think if only you werenât aware that he drank the potion. âThe golden maknae gets overwhelmed, too?â
He scrunched his nose at you before softly pinching your nose, âOf course, I do. Iâm only human. I was trained when I was only thirteenâŠit gets too much sometimes. But itâs okay. I like it, and I like the hyungs, too. Thatâs why I cannot get mad at Tae.â
âHe didnât just empty the gas tank, but he also hid the keys. For added measure, he deflated my tire. He only did that to me. Should I be mad, little one?â he asked with the perpetual charming and shy smile on his face. âAhh, but I cannot stay mad at him. I do understand him.â
âYou do?â
He nodded eagerly, âI would have done the same thing if only he didnât do it first. You do make us crazy, little one. Why is that?â
It was an eventful morning, and you werenât foolish enough to think that the rest of your day would be any different. You friend was still yet to be found as she was preoccupied with researching for further information about that potion, which she should have done before giving it to you!
You sighed for the million time as you stared at your food. You were sitting alone in the companyâs cafeteria as you were eating your late lunch. The workload was just too much today despite Kim Namjoonâs departmentwide directive that the revision would be presented the following month. Your superiors did find it peculiar and thought that the head CEO was simply playing with them and that he would cruelly demand the output the next day. See, even his reputation preceded him, you thought. It wasnât in his nature to be lenient when it came to deadlines.
The sudden gentle thud of food a lunch box made you jumped from your seat, your eyes widening as you saw that it was none other than the eldest of the CEOs, Kim Seokjin. Disbelief held you captive. It was an unexpected sight â the CEO, whose tailored suits and polished demeanor spoke of boardroom authority, now standing before you with a container of something that smelled absolutely delicious.
He smiled at you as he took the empty seat in front of you. He busied himself with laying and opening the numerous food containers in front of you. Your eyes widened at all the homecooked meals in front of you.
âI got up at four in the morning to prepare all these. I still donât know what your favorites are, but weâll figure it out as we go, right?â he asked, busying himself with putting food on your plate. âAlways eat on time, little one. Itâs bad to skip meals.â
âW-why did you cook all these?â
He blinked owlishly at your question; surprise written on his face. âWell, my love, I couldnât sleep and I felt this stabbing pain by the mere thought that you werenât eating enough.â
âYou donât have to do that-â
âSo from now on, I decided that Iâll always cook for you,â he declared strongly before lifting his chopsticks with vegetables to your mouth. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you.
How could you forget that you were in the company?! Your head turned, looking at the employees who were all watching your interaction with the unobtainable CEO. They were whispering and you knew by the end of the hour, everyone in the company would know of this. How could you live once they had the antidote? You could already hear the rumors about how you were just for their entertainment once they tossed you aside.
You were about to stand up when Seokjin gently gripped your chin. He turned you to him, his beautiful eyes willing you to listen to him. âDonât mind them, little love. Pay attention to me only. Nothing and no one matter outside us, okay?â
It wasnât okay because none of this was real. On the other hand, the meal tasted heavenlyâŠ
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If they werenât going to get sick, you definitely would. You felt like you would collapse any moment.
The amount of stress was taking a toll on you. You felt like you needed to be on your guard, lest another CEO would ambush you. You were just human! And they all looked like they stepped out of a photoshoot, or that they were ethereal beings that decided to go down on the mortal realms. The way they were showering you with attention and declaring their attraction to you and the way they said that not being with you felt like a stabbing pain in their hearts were all getting to you, damn it!
You were just a girl.
And once this all ended, you were dreading to think of what would be left of you now that you saw them on a closer and more personal level. You wanted to think that this couldnât get any worse, but it did as you read the most elusive of the CEOsâ email to you.
Hi, my little one,
I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to request your presence at a meeting in my office to discuss my growing feelings for you today at 2:00 pm. Your insights and expertise on this matter would be highly valuable to the discussion, and I believe your input will contribute significantly to our objectives of being together forever and ever.
Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and I look forward to our discussion.
Best regards,
CEO Min Yoongi
He had this faraway look on his face when you were led by his secretary in his office. His hands were in his pocket as he looked at the bustling city from his floor to ceiling window. His black long hair was sleeked back, revealing his stoic face. The dark suit he was wearing did nothing but compliment his form. You had never noticed how broad his shoulders were until now.
He looked like he was not paying attention, yet he turned around the moment that the door closed behind you. Min Yoongi looked at you for a moment too long that you started to shift uncomfortably. His attention was just too much, and you couldnât act like you were no longer affected by any of it.
And from the looks of it, the moment you blushed was the exact moment his face softened. He gestured for you to take the seat in front of his desk. He mirrored your movement, now sitting on his expensive swivel chair. He clasped his hands and rested them on the mahogany table.
âDaepyonim Min-â
He held his finger up, asking for your silence before spilling what you thought to be both outrageous and the most beautiful and heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to you in this life. âYouâre beautiful, and not just in the way that you look. No. Youâre beautiful in the way that the sun finally shines after a month of storms; youâre beautiful in the way that the waves keep on going back to the shore even after they were pushed away in the desire to kiss the sand; youâre beautiful in the way that flowers bloom after the unforgiving winter coldness. And that is why Iâm giving you Samsung stocks.â
Confusion settled over you like a fog. You had almost melted from what felt like a poetry when he once again brought up his stocks idea from last night.
âI-I really donât need Samsung stocks, Daepyonim MinâŠâ
He looked aghast at your statement, before reaching over the table and holding your hand in his particularly large ones. âCall me Yoongi, my love. Or better yet, call me your other half,â he implored you and he only let go when you nodded in confusion.
âAlso, nonsense! Everyone needs that stock, little one. Besides, nothing speaks more about my love for you than giving you all my Samsung stocks. And above and beyond, it filled me with this immense pain knowing that youâre just out there not owning any of their stocks. I couldnât breathe with the mere thought of you going without.â
âExcuse me?â
And with a stoic face, he said, âCongratulations, little one. Youâre now a millionaire."
At six in the evening, the head CEO finally made an appearance. You did find it peculiar that you had a fairly quiet afternoon after meeting with Yoongi. Your brows were pinched together as you were lost in thought when the elevator opened, revealing the head CEO. He had yet to notice you, his large and imposing form leaning against the side of the elevator. His eyes were close. You noticed that his white sleeves were already folded, his tie already loosened as his black suit laid on his thick forearms.
Kim Namjoon was the image of weariness, and you thought he looked quite pale. Your growing concern for him was what made you stepped inside the lift rather than running away yet again. The sound of your heels as you stepped in was the only sound in the elevator. You pressed for the ground floor and you saw that the floor for basement three was already pressed. Perhaps, the head CEO was going home now. Now that you were standing almost next to him, you only further affirmed how small you were next to him. He was already larger than life, and the way he always held himself exuded confidence made him more strikingâŠand manly in your eyes.
The ride was fairly quiet, and through it all, he had his eyes closed. You kept on stealing glances, thinking that maybe among the other CEOs, he took in the least amount of potion. You felt lighter with that thought. At least you only had five men you needed to find the antidote for. Come to think of it, you hadnât seen the sunshine of the group, Jung Hoseok yet.
The elevator dinged, signifying your floor. You had taken merely a step when you felt a large hand completely encircling your wrist, effectively stopping you from leaving. You automatically turned, startled to find him with his eyes trained on you. He looked way too alert for someone who had his eyes closed for the past minute. You gasped when he pulled you closer to him as he pressed the close button.
âDaepyonim Kim,â you called him as you craned your neck to look at his draconic eyes.
âLeaving so soon?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a subtle mix of amusement and curiosity.
You hesitated, the words tumbling out of your mouth as he caught you off guard. âI... uh, yes. I was heading to the lobby. Iâm about to leave for the night," you stammered, attempting to regain composure.
A playful smile curved his lips as he completely blocked the exit. leaned against the elevator frame, effectively blocking your exit, which sounded successful as the door closed. âI missed you,â he breathed as he took you in, his thumb gently running over the inside of your wrist as though touching you brought him immense comfort. âA lot. It was hell without seeing you the whole day.â
You blinked owlishly and you wanted nothing but to hide your face from the intensity of his gaze, but he wouldnât let you. Instead, he smiled so gently at you, the dents on his cheeks making an appearance which made him more charismatic that you couldnât say no when he told you that he would take you home.
But he didnât exactly say which home because you ended up in what turned out to be the CEOsâ huge ass mansion. Your eyes roamed around the mansion, the high ceilings and the fancy marble flooring all screamed wealth that you didnât even dare of dreaming to have. He confidently led you to what appeared to be a grand dining room. The room bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. The delicate flames danced gracefully, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across the table. The air carried the subtle fragrance of the candles, a mix of vanilla and subtle hints of lavender.
The dining table was adorned with crisp, white linen, and the flickering candles were nestled in elegant holders, their glow reflecting off polished silverware and crystal glasses. Each flame seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle melody playing in the background, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped the space.
He pulled a chair for you, and instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you. He chuckled lowly when he caught your questioning eyes, âI have been apart from you for so long today, little one. I need this to feel alive.â
You straightened up in vigilance that the other CEOs would show up. âAre the others here, too?â
He looked at you like you said something funny. The chef he hired today gently laid all the dishes he made, explaining about each dish before wishing the two of you an enjoyable night. Namjoon told you that he wouldnât feed you any of the food he made unless he enrolled himself in a culinary school first, hence the chef. He waited for the chef to leave before turning his full attention to you.
âI shipped them off to Antartica.â
âYou what?!â
âI simply said we were flying to Japan for a quick meeting. They believed. I lied. End of. So anyway, how many children do you think we should have?â
My God, you wanted so bad to lay on your bed and sleep the whole night. You though about filing for sick leave tomorrow, you were long overdue for a leave, anyway. Kim Namjoon was kind enough to drop you off. However, it was only after you promised him that you would talk about possible schools for your future children that he let you go.
On the other hand, your friend finally called and you were sorely disappointed to know more about what she gathered today. Her grandmother had to ask the other folks that lived in the mountain about your situation and it somehow appalled you that you werenât the first to experience this.
It was, at the same time, sad to see people resort to this from loneliness.
Was an artificial, forced love and companionship better than being alone?
There were both an instant and quite a long-term effect of the potion, she said. The instant was mostly upon ingesting the liquid. Once they locked eyes with the owner of the potion which so happened to be you since she technically gifted it to you, then the immense attraction would start. You thought that this explained why the seven of them all acted that way in the conference room.
The long-term effects were what caused you to groan all the way up to your apartment. And right then and there, you saw what the long-term effects were. As you trudged up to your apartment, you felt the exhaustion to your very bones. You were looking forward to a hot shower in an effort to wash away the problems that stemmed from a simple prank when you saw who was leaning against your front door.
The last of the CEO, Jung Hoseok, was leaning against the door, his head bowed down as he clutched his heart. He looked like he was in unfathomable pain, his lips almost the shade of white. And your friendâs words echoed in your mind.
âProlonged non-contact with the object of their desires will cause them to be physically ill.â
You hurried up to him, holding his shoulders as you looked at him. You were crouched down in front of him, peeking up at his pained face.
âS-sir, are you okay?â
His chest tightened, his face contorted, a mask of agony etched with lines of distress. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the intense effort to draw in even the smallest amount of air. The hallway fell silent, save for the raspy, labored breaths that escaped him.
âThey may try to fight the unexplainable feelings they have, and this will only cause them harm. In fact, if they go without you for a long period of time, their body will suffer for a long time.â
âHoseok? Can you hear me? Iâll call for help, okay?â you tried to make yourself sound calm for his sake, but seeing him struggling, desperate to gasp for air was making you panic. Your negligence did this, you thought. You should have made sure that you were holding the right tumbler that day.
You were about to turn to call for help when you felt a hand pulled you closer, and before you knew it, he had his arms around you. He was still breathing hard, but you noticed that the shallow breathings were farther and apart as though he could finally breath. The moment you touched him, the moment you looked into his eyes was the exact moment that a wave of relief swept over him as the oppressive grip on his chest began to loosen. The moment that you called his name was the moment that the torment that had shackled his every breath gradually lifted, replaced by the sweet release of a deep, calming respiration.
âDonât leave me.â
âHowever, every interaction with you would only make their attraction grow further.â
You placed a glass of water in front of the man who now looked perfectly fine as though he wasnât fighting for his very life outside your apartment. He was offering you reassuring smiles as he gently watched you. He was surrounded by sacks of expensive cat food, toys, and vitamins. And of course, your cat was only too happy with them, evident by the excessive purring he was emitting as he climbed on the CEOâs lap.
âI did hear that you have an adorable son int the form of a cat,â he started as he petted your spoiled cat. âAs his future daddy, I would like to provide for him as early as now.â
You didnât pay attention to whatever he was saying, and instead, you sat next to him to see if he was really fine. The paleness was now exchanged by a healthy look on skin. It was as though that didnât happen.
âHoseok, listenâŠthe reason that you are all acting this way to me, the girl you didnât even notice before this, was because-â
âBecause of that drink, right?â he interrupted you, wearing a soft smile that conveyed he harbored no anger.
âY-you knowâŠâ
He nodded before tilting his head, âI do. Itâs weird, as you said. The thing is, all of us suspects the same thing. You, little one, only confirmed it.â
âI didnât mean for any of these to happen-â
The soft look he had was now dropped, revealing the strict CEO that everyone knew him to be. âRegardless, little one. You need to take responsibility over your actions.â
âH-how?â
âYouâre going to live with us until all of this fades. Youâre going to take responsibility over us, my love.â
Part 2 sneakpeak, Part 2, Part 3 sneakpeak, Part 3
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THE BOY IS MINE ê« - JJK
synopsis: your big sister has a new boyfriend that you canât wait to try
parings: jk x sister in law!reader
warnings: infidelity, reader is a heavy bitch, she doesnât care at all, strained relationships, traumatic sibling rivalry, dom!jk, fat cock!jk, sneaking around, exhibitionism, voyeurism, penetrative sex, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), fingering, rough fucking, multiple positions, readerâs pussy is an OCEAN, all hyewon does is cry, reader is actually evil, jungkook is just as bad, if not worse
genre: smut, oneshot
word count: 5.4k
nothing could have prepared jungkook for the influx of strange events that would take place over the next month. his time starts as it usually does: hyewon, his girlfriend, freaking the fuck out about every interaction heâs had and will have with her family. however, something was different this time. hyewonâs usual dread of embarrassment had shifted into full blown panic and anxiety. he was utterly confused since she had never been this bad. did something happen? he was sure her parents liked him, no? why would they let them date for nearly a year if that was the case?
jungkook had come to know why on the three hour long drive to her parents lake house. after prying he had found out it was you, her baby sister who is supposedly the devil incarnate. âiâm sure this is just a normal sibling rivalry hye, baby, my brother and i are the same way.â
âjungkook,â she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. âim telling you itâs not the same.â
she excused it when you were kids, but after a certain point of awareness she knew that this wasnât a silly little rivalry, you hated her. despite you being younger by three years you had always went out of your way to make sure she was miserable. in your childhood years it started out as lying to your parents about her hitting you, or sneaking gum into her hair, breaking her dolls. these little things progressed to stealing her clothes and ruining her makeup products in middle school. once high school came around whatever she did you had to do it ten times better. clothes, shoes, sports, friends, boys. your parents had just seen it as a cute thing between a younger and older sister. little did your parents know that soon your behaviors turned cold with sinister intent, from ruining her friendships, straining her parental relationship, and fucking every single guy sheâs ever bought home.
hyewon grew up with the same speech throughout her middle school and teenage years, even now in her 20s.
âshe just admires you.â
âyouâre her role model.â
ây/n has it all, have you ever thought that youâre the jealous one?â
bullshit.
your parents also werenât shy about who was the favorite. although the two of you had done nearly every sport and form of hobby together, your awards were hung the highest, your interests were more funded, and you were taken more seriously. they insisted that it was just in her head for so many years, more like they were being heavily manipulated by you. now finally her boyfriend of 11 months was going go meet you in less than an hour to see for himself how fucked up you were.
the boyfriend that she so desperately has tried to keep away for so long. now her time was up.
hyewon was successful with that aspect for a while since you were dorming hours away at college. she successfully avoided holidays, family dinners, special occasions, all for almost a year. while she did limit how much she posted jungkook, she was never too sure with the extent you would go with things and has kept you blocked and hidden from all things him.
she could have avoided it for longer if this hadnât been your first summer back from school in years and your parents were adamant on having the entire family together. usually you were able to make an excuse on why jungkook couldnât come, work, family matters, etc. but everyone was to be at your family lake house for a full month, and that included jungkook.
âhye ill be there, all month. you have nothing to worry about.â he gave her thigh a soft squeeze and flashed his reassuring bunny smile.
âpromise?â
âpromise.â
jungkook couldnât be more unaware about what exactly he was promising to. and as he rounded the corner and pulled into the hidden entrance and drove down the dirt road, hyewon grew more anxious and clammy. she felt her heart sink deeper as jungkook pulled into the driveway and parked. once she saw your sunglasses go up she knew she was fucked. skin tight red bikini, slurping on a melting strawberry popsicle, with her boyfriend ogling every curve of your body. she could have shot herself right there.
over the next month hyewon would watch her perfect relationship crumble to dust. if you were going to be trapped here all summer with your insufferable sister the least she could do was share her boyfriend. her first mistake was pulling you aside that night before bed for a talk. you followed her out to the patio and faced her, finally dropping the innocent facade youâre forced to have around others.
âwhat now hyewon?â you scoffed. âi havenât seen you in a year and youâre already about to scold me about something?â
you were trying so hard not to laugh at her angry demeanor. âstay away from him. y/n i understand you canât keep a man but that doesnât mean you can help yourself to mine.â
you pouted at her, prying her folded arms open and taking her hands in yours. âbut hyewonniee~ thatâs not fair, we share everything, what would mommy and daddy say to you right now?â you tsked obnoxiously.
she snatched her hands away. ây/n, this isnât the time to play your sick games. what the fuck donât you get? iâm not asking you, im fucking telling your twisted ass to leave us alone.â
âcome on sis live a little, i promise ill give him back,â she felt like she was going to throw up right into the lake beside you two.
âplease y/nâŠâ her voice cracked.
all you could do was give her that fuck ass smile as if you were clueless about every goddamn thing in the world. âi just wanna try him, no need to get fussy.â
that night at dinner she kept a close eye on you whenever you were near him. she allowed the small talk and conversations about his family and work, but was steadily getting annoyed when no one had been asking a single thing about what sheâd been up to, obviously not you, not your parents, and not even jungkook, in fact her very far gone boyfriend was looking at you as if you had hung the stars and the moon with your bare hands. he hadnât taken his eyes off of you as explained your college stories and travels. your sister on the other hand had her head down in her phone, earning a scowl from your parents and a few words from her own boyfriend.
âhyewon,â your father cleared his throat. âdonât you think itâs poor manners to not listen to what your sister has to say? she listens to you.â
âright, sorry.â she mumbled, putting her phone down to pick at her food.
âapologies jungkook, theyâve been this way since they were young. just a little squabble here and there.â your mother leaned over the table a squeezed his hand, to that he replied with a smile.
do little squabbles consist of fucking someoneâs boyfriends and sending them the tapes of them doing so?
âtrust me i understand, my older brother and i are sworn enemies but heâs my entire world.â
you decided to chimed in too. âhyewonnie doesnât ever think i have anything interesting to say,â you pouted. âactually enough about me, sis howâs your desk job? still letting that old hag of a boss order you around?â
any normal boyfriend would take his girlfriends defense when a backhanded comment was made. instead jungkook, who was seated in between the both of you, pealed his eyes away from you for once and turned to his girlfriend. he was also waiting for her response to that. all eyes were now turned to her. you have her that knowing smirk, a smirk that knew since your lasting meeting a year ago, she had accomplished absolutely nothing but scoring a hot boyfriend. and even that was going to be ripped away from her shortly.
âiâm working on finding a new job.â
âwork harder then hyewon, look at your sister.â ah here we go. your father was about to go on his comparison spiel. ây/n is set to graduate early after studying abroad and even has a job lined up for her after school, meanwhile youâve been stuck at this little start up company for how long?â
âwe love you honey, dearly. but itâs time to start being an adult.â your mom had delivered the final blow. hyewon stood up from her seat, fork clinging against the china plate.
âi need to use the restroom.â
no one tried to stop her, instead everyone fell back into a steady stream of conversation. jungkook however couldnât even bring himself to have another thought other than you. he couldnât have made his attraction to you more obvious. you were so fucking pretty, he hasnât seen a being like you. sweet and delicate tone with hints of seduction. he wanted to feel bad for being more attracted to you than he was to your older sister, but fuck. your hair was pulled back into a neat bun and your dress had just reached below your ass. he tried his hardest to not stare for too long, but when you had suddenly dropped your fork and bent over to go get it he was in for quite the treat that couldnât be passed up.
when you rose from your chair, slick trails followed behind. you hadnât been wearing underwear and your pussy had been drooling all over the wooden chairs, leaving you with a pool of pussy juice in your seat. your cheeks burned, knowing his eyes were on you and your pretty pussy. he looked between you and your parents, hoping they werenât seeing your antics so he could bask in it longer. luckily they were immersed in conversation.
âwhoopsies, iâm so clumsy sometimes!â you sat down in your seat again, making sure he heard the wet plop! of your ass on the sticky chair. you flashed him flirty smile, once again starting small talk. âso youâre a personal trainer right?â
âmhm i am, you know anything about it?â
âenlighten me.â
âwell itâs-â his face dropped and went bright red at the feeling of your hands on him. your palm had sprawled out on his thigh, inching dangerously close to his hardening cock. âitâs um- it takes a while to um-â
âsomething the matter?â yes something was the fucking matter. your acrylic covered hand was now covering the growing tent in his pants. his girlfriends baby sister was palming his dick at the dining room table, in front of your fucking parents. âsounds like an easy job, maybe you could train me too, iâm a fast learner, and i havenât worked out in agesâŠâ your eyes narrowed, tone getting lower and heavier.
âhey weâre going to start cleaning up, you kiddos finished with your food?â your mom started confiscating the plates and dishes as you worked at jungkooks zipper, desperately wanting to get a look at the huge cock you were groping.
âweâre not kids mom, weâre in our early 20s.â
âoh fine fine, when your sister comes back from her mini temper tantrum tell her i put her food in the fridge if she wants to finish it.â once your parents were gone you could finally cut the small talk and get right to the point, except jungkook had halted your actions, removing your hand and holding it in his while you bit back a grin.
âwhat the fuck is wrong with you? do you know how much this would hurt your sister?â
âso?â
âso? are you out of your mind?â
you rolled your eyes. âoh now you wanna play moral police after youâve been eye fucking me the entire night and almost came in your pants from my hand alone?â if he really didnât want it you were going to back off. you pulled away completely and scooted your chair over.
jungkook leaned in closer, pining you against your chair. âyou wanna feel up on my dick? go ahead sweetheart, but not at the same fucking table your parents are eating at. hyewon could walk in any second too, you really wanna risk her seeing this? risk her ending this before i get to ruin you?â
oh. oh.
âyou wanna ruin me? your girlfriends little sister? you really donât care about her do you?â your eyes lit up once again.
jungkook looked around, peering around the corners of the house to make sure it was clear before what he did next. lust was fully taken over, any thoughts of hyewon were gone, and it was only a few hours into knowing your little minx ass but he wanted to be consumed by you. his hand went around your neck, gripping it to the point where your circulation was almost severed. âi just wanna try you baby, see if i chose the wrong sister or not. and anyways, whatever hye doesnât know wonât hurt her right? now câmere pretty.â
the stars had aligned in that moment for you. you had jungkook right where you wanted him.
however she did. hyewon knew exactly what would happen once she left the table, it was her way of accepting defeat. as hyewon sobbed in the bathroom she knew her sister and boyfriend were exchanging more than holy words and touches. she knew how quick you worked. when it came to ruining everything she loved and desired you were always quick. luckily she couldnât witness the vile things happening at that dining room table.
âgosh, this fucking pussy,â he landed a slap to your sopping cunt. poor baby was crying down there for some action, clenching that tight hole around nothing and pushing out more and more thick ropes of slick. âdamn baby i knew you wanted this dick, but fucking hell.â he couldnât believe how soaked you were, he knew heâd slip his cock in with ease, nothing like your sister.
âaw kook, you must be so bored with her if you feel this comfortable with playing in my pussy. look at you throwing a year down the drain.â and you couldnât be happier about it.
âfucking tell me about it. love my baby to death but a man has needs you know?â he took another glance around before unzipping his pants fully this time and placing your hand over his fat cock once again. âhye never knows what to do with it, but iâm sure a slut like you will.â
he tugged his boxers down and you watched his angry member spring up, slapping against his stomach with a mean, red tip that was throbbing for attention. your mouth gaped open at the sight of the pretty thing. lengthy, girthy, veiny, and in need of a tight little pussy gripping around it. âmake it quick and iâll make sure to take good care of you later sweetheart.â he guided you to your knees, sat back, and enjoyed your mouth. all while hyewon sobbed her heart out a few feet away.
later that night after you were coming back from a late night jog, hyewon was ready in the living room for you. she needed to put her foot down for once. every other time was different, but this was her chance to salvage her relationship. once you stepped in the door she stood, to which you didnât pay her a second glance. âthe hell do you want? youâre stalking me now?â
âif you keep trying your luck with jungkook im telling mom and dad.â
you let out a mocking cackle as you made your way to grab a glass of water. âwhat are we? fucking five? maybe if you knew how to pleasure your boyfriend we wouldnât be in this situation,â
her mouth went dry. âwhat?â
âoops⊠well cats out the bag. when you decided to go be dramatic and cry in the bathroom as if anyone cared, jungkook was very quick to say how much of a bad fuck you were.â you provoked her farther. you were younger, you were shorter, but still you loomed over her, in every aspect, in every way, of every day of your lives. âyou always pick the easy ones. the ones who hate you more specifically.â
âjungkook loves me, something youâll never experience.â she spat.
you grinned, leaning against the counter nonchalantly before breaking her heart in two. âand heâs gonna love this pussy even more. he already loves one of my holes. ask him about it.â you shot her a wink before leaving for bed.
there was still a month to go and as the weeks progressed she watched his eyes linger more as your clothes got tighter. she watched your touches get lower. she watched your hangouts go from the three of you to just you and her boyfriend. she watched how you two would talk for hours then get silent when she entered a room. she watched you press your ass up against him when squeezing around tight spaces. it was only a matter of time before she was phased out completely, but she still wouldnât go down without a fight. jungkook was the greatest thing to ever happen to her, he was worth fighting for, she felt it, she knew it.
yet obviously he didnât see her the same. he couldnât care less about his relationship more than ever now since you had given him the best head of his life. now every night, just like this one, he was nose deep in your cunt, devouring you. jungkook waited until hyewon was sound asleep before he slipped himself into your room in the late hours of the night. thank goodness she picked the ones who were skilled with their tongue, because this was just the stress reliever you needed,
cumming down her boyfriends throat for the third time tonight.
âf-fffuck!â your back arched upwards from the feeling of his tongue dragging down your slit. he simply pushed you back down, using the weight of his hand to keep you there. âtoo much, âs too much koo!â you pulled at his hair roughly, making him groan deliciously. how the fuck did you taste like this? you were becoming his favorite flavor.
âoh yeah too much?â he took two fingers, plunging them inside of your cunt and watching the disappear deeper with every thrust. âso fucking wet for me doll, look at how youâre drenching my fingers.â he kept his voice low while your screams went wild. part of him even hoped your cries awoke your sister. he was so fucked up for wanting this, wanting her to see how good he fucked her pretty little sister. he wanted her to see how he fucked her sister in every way that he would never fuck her. he was sick as hell.
his fingers rammed against your g spot roughly. your mind fogged up, making your words start to come out in nothing but incoherent babbles. your body went limp from the amount of times he had dragged your nut out of you tonight. âcâmon princess, gimme one more, right on my fingers. be a good girl and cum baby, cum.â
âholy shiiiiii- awh fuck fuck, fuck iâm- jungkookk!â you whined with tears streaming down your face. with one more clench of your hole and a few more angry thrusts of his fingers you were soaking your sheets and his face. once jungkook removed his fingers you released everything he was keeping inside. he dove right back into you nose first to catch all of the creamy slick dripping from your hole. you couldnât handle overstimulation, trying time and time again to get him away from your pussy before you came again.
âstop, stop stop- fucking hell stop!â trying to push him away was useless, you were starting to realize he did this shit for his own pleasure.
once he decided he was finished his meal he pulled back, looking up at your flustered and tear stained face. he smirked to himself when he saw your needy pussy still clenching around nothing. it took time for your body to shake off the after effects of your orgasm, but he stood by and waited for you to come back to earth. âbetter get back before your sister wakes up, you good mama?â he sucked your essence off of his fingers, making you lick your lips at the action.
âalready? one more hour, please?â
âitâs starting to get harder to say no to you.â he laid between your legs, trying his hardest not to accidentally push against your sensitive clit. you admired him from this view, his soft features and the various piercings that graced his lip and ears. he was so goddamn handsome, you felt bad that he had to settle for your basic sister. âwhat are you thinking?â he chimed.
ânothing much, just about how glad i am hyewon bought you home, itâs like she just knew you were right for me.â fuck, you were twisted.
âyouâre going to get me in so much trouble doll, what will your parents think of me if they find out?â
you shrugged. âthey could care less. everyone knows she canât keep a guy.â
âand iâm guessing thatâs due to you?â he smirked.
you tried to fight your smile but it was useless. âi wouldnât say that. itâs just that every guy reconsiders when they see she has a sister.â
that was exactly what was happening here now. jungkooks brain chemistry was being altered to only think of you, to only want you, and the month wasnât even over yet. the way he had pulled away would be the reason for hyewonâs nagging every night after bed from now on. she garnered argument after argument every night in bed, trying desperately for jungkook to see where this behavior was wrong. he was too far gone by now, getting defensive when hyewon would state the obvious.
âyouâre acting fucking crazy!â jungkook fumbled out of the bed angrily, snatching a pillow and extra blanket to take to the couch. âsheâs your sister, do you hear yourself?â he yelled, as if you didnât just have a face full of his cock for dessert under the dining room table two weeks ago, as if he wasnât knuckles deep in you the night prior. he knew it was wrong, he knew it was disrespectful to do it while staying in the same house as your parents. but fucking hell.
he felt like needed you more after tasting you once. he felt sick for not even being attracted to his girlfriend anymore. he felt disappointed in himself for letting almost a year go down the drain. but you felt better than anything.
âjungkook sheâs trying to steal you from me, sheâs- do you not see? has she manipulated you that far already?â hyewon was on the verge of tears, lower limp trembling as she stared back at jungkook. he gave her an annoyed look and sighed, getting ready to pull out manipulative tactics of his own.
âi understand you might envy her, sheâs younger, she gets along well with your parents, but when you start making shit up out of jealousy it doesnât look good hye.â what the fuck could you have done to make him so far gone? what the fuck had you been spewing to him?
âdo you fucking hear yourself? youâre defending a bitch youâve known two weeks!â she was losing her mind, truly. âyouâve been so distant kook, you donât hold me anymore, you barely kiss me, and it all started when we fucking got here! you told me you be on my side for this trip, mine, not hers.â her voice cracked but he still couldnât find it in him to care.
âuntil you sort your hissy fit out, iâll be on the couch.â he shut the door behind him and she could hear shuffling down the steps growing fainter. her head was pounding from all this nonsense. she hadnât had one normal day since stepping in this lake house. her family was indifferent to her and now another boyfriend of hers was trying to convince her she was crazy. jungkook did a terrible job however, because once she heard your door creak open in the middle of the night, she knew exactly where you were going.
and she followed.
hyewon crept her way down the stairs, careful not to let anyone hear. she could hear jungkookâs raspy voice and your soft giggles, along with a very smacking noises followed after. even though she has witnessed you ruin her relationships time and time again, nothing could prepare her for what she was about to see. when she rounded the corner her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. there you were, on all fours in front of her boyfriend, with your pants pulled over your ass, and a big, heavy dick fucking you into the pillow cushions. her boyfriend, the love of her life, fucking you into the pillow cushions.
her hand flew over her mouth and she bit back tears, watching you and jungkook fuck her over in plain sight. it was over. everything she worked to salvage, it was gone. yet she couldnât peel her eyes away from the sight. from seeing how much more intimate he was with you. she flinched when he smacked your ass harshly. she needed to stop this, but why couldnât she? hyewon was frozen in place, forced to watch jungkook give himself to you.
âshiiiiitt- pussy squeezing me baby, control that cunt so i donât cum quick.â he pulled out, pumping your slick up and down his shaft. you wiggled your ass around, smacking it against his pelvis in desperation. you needed your cunt filled again. âcalm down mama, fuck.â
âcanâtttt,â you dragged. âhmph. fuck me or iâll do it myself.â you should have never said that. jungkook pulled you back by your hair, his hand gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. your back arched in a painful way and your pussy was leaking on he cushions.
âspoiled fucking brat, think iâm obligated to fill your holes? donât get this twisted.â he removed his hand from around his cock to smack your tits around, mesmerized with how the perky mounds looked. âmaking me cheat on my girlfriend, making me fall in love with this pussy. all this is your fault, now get down and throw that shit back.â without warning he slid in. the stretch was painfully addicting.
âkoo! youâre so fucking big- nnnnghhh shiitt,â once you were used to the stretch you started to move back on him, when he saw your hand moving to circle your clit he yanked it back. he held it behind your back to ensure you didnât make the same mistake again. of course your bratty ass couldnât resist pissing him off even more and tried again. now both of your arms were folded behind you with half your face being smothered in the couch.
âyou know- hmph-â he started saying in between strokes. âone thing about your sister? she knows how to listen. trained her well. guess you need the same donât you?â you nodded with a bright smile on your face that would soon be wiped. hyewon sobbed softly around the corner, listening to the way jungkook carelessly spoke about her. âfuck, youâre perfect. i wanna see you baby câmere.â you were flipped on your back now, switching from one position to the other.
when you didnât think it could get any better, jungkook dragged your legs up to his broad shoulders and he was now face to face with you. you shook your head no repeatedly, something that just provoked him more. his big brown eyes narrowed as he slammed himself into you. âohhhhh-â you were so fucking done for. he hit your soft spot repeatedly, abusing your mushy walls with his heavy cock. you tried keeping your whines to a minimum but once jungkook saw a certain someone lurking he wanted to hear more.
jungkook had looked up and made direct eye contact with hyewon, unfaltering eyes burning holes into her skull. he picked up his pace, slamming his hips into you and knocking the breath out of you every time. what a dumb bitch was all he could think. did she really expect him not to indulge in her minx of a sister? she trusted him to keep his composure while you were walking around in little to no clothes? pathetic. jungkook kept stroking you mainly because he knew hyewon wouldnât do a fucking thing. she would sit right there and take it, just how you were taking him. âlook princess, got a visitor.â
your head whipped around, seeing your sister trembling. if you were normal this would hurt you just as much, betraying her in such a foul manner. however, you hated her. youâve hated her ever since you figured you werenât the only child. you had been ruining her life forever to guarantee she would get the hint and leave the family. that was why you started targeting her boyfriends, if she kept getting them taken then naturally she would stay away. but she didnât, and now here we were again, you wished you could say you hated to do this, but she needed to learn. after this you were going to guarantee sheâd be far from not only you and your parents, but jungkook too.
âhyewonnie!â a squeal sounded from you. jungkook slowed his pace down. âgod heâs so good, iâm so fucking glad you found him big sis,â your hands went up and stroked his round cheeks, running your acrylics over his skin. âafter he fills me up with some babies weâre gonna get married and have a nice big wedding that youâll never set foot on.â
blow after blow. you knew how to make her hurt.
âbabyâŠâ he panted on top of you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck and pressed kisses to the sweet spot before mumbling into your skin. âno need to be so harsh, i think she gets it love.â
âi fucking hate you both. youâre nothing to me, this entire family is nothing to me.â she finally spoke.
âmhmm, right there koo, so fucking deep-â your eyes rolled back and you tuned her out, focusing only on the sensual way you were being fucked. âwant you to cum in me, fill my cunt up baby, make me a mama.â something feral snapped in jungkook. as his speed picked up his kisses became rougher, biting up and down your shoulders and your neck to mark you. hyewon watched as you two shared such an intimate moment, hating herself for wishing she was you.
âcum with me doll.â that was all it took for you to release all over his cock. plop! plop! plop! was all that could be heard once he emptied his balls inside of you. jungkook struggled to catch his breath. once he pulled out you both watched the waterfall of cum drip from your fucked out hole. he took his cock in his hand and with the tip, pushed it all back inside. âcanât let that get away now can we?â
that had sent hyewon over the edge truly. she stomped up the stairs and barged into her room, starting to repack her suitcase early. yet she was trapped. jungkook was her ride here. she could ask your parents but it was such a long drive back to where she lived. she was stuck here with the both of you for two more weeks. how was she supposed to explain this to her friends, her co workers, everyone who thought jungkook would be her final. this was the icing on the cake that made her despise you. any love she had was far gone now. she sobbed and sobbed while listening to yours and jungkooks shared giggles, hearing him run you a shower and talk the night away.
once jungkook was asleep in your bed, you stood in her door way, basking at how much of a wreck she was. she didnât need to look up to feel your presence. âwhat now? what y/n? youâve done enough and after this consider me gone from all of your lives.â
âyouâre so dramatic oh god. youâre acting like i didnât warn you.â you welcomed yourself into her room. âthink i might keep him around, i actually like him. thank you sis.â your hands went over your heart.
she backed up farther onto her bed. âstay away from me you evil fuck.â
âhyewonnie, i told you from the moment i saw him, the boy is mine.â
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BTS Reaction || You're Friends With Benefits and you're Pregnant
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SEOKJIN:
You were sitting across from Jin, your hands trembling slightly as you muster the courage to tell him the news. it was something you'd been meaning to do for a few weeks now but every time you'd tried to do it you'd lost all of your courage.Â
"Jin..." You whisper a little. His warm smile faded as soon as he saw the seriousness in your expression. The two of you had been friends for years and he knew how to read you like a book.
"I need to tell you something important." You started a little and he leaned in slightly, concern etched on his face.
"What is it? You know you can tell me anything." You take a deep breath, feeling your heart pound in your chest. You knew you could tell him anything but that didn't make what you needed to tell him any easier to say.
"I'm pregnant." For a moment, Jin is silent, his eyes widening as he processes your words. You can see the surprise flash across his face, but it quickly gives way to a calm, thoughtful expression. He inhales deeply, letting the news settle before responding.
"Okay," he says, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.
"Okay? T-That's all you have to say?!" Your voice cracked as you let out some of your own panic but Jin took your hand in his and gently soothed your skin a little.
"Let me finish," He laughs softly as he looks at you,
"This is unexpected, but we're going to get through this." he squeezed your hand a little as he looked at you.
"I want you to know that Iâm here for you, no matter what. Weâll figure this out together, step by step." You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the way he was already thinking ahead, trying to be strong for you.Â
"We need to talk about what you want," he continues softly. He didn't want to force you into keeping the baby or force you into not keeping them. He was going to be there for you no matter what you wanted.
"Whatever you decide, I'll support you 100%. We donât have to rush into anything right now. We can take our time to figure out whatâs best for you, for us, and for the baby." Jinâs calmness made you feel better as you nodded at him.
"I want this...I-I want the baby." You whipped as he nodded, bringing you into his arms.
"Weâll get through this together. A mini me or you would be cute to have around," he promises you as you giggle a little.
YOONGI:
You and Yoongi are sitting in his studio, the soft hum of music playing in the background as he tinkers with some tracks. The atmosphere is relaxed, but your growing anxiety makes it hard for you to stay calm. Yoongi knew it wasn't like you to be quiet, and he frowned, glancing over at you with a concerned look.
"Youâre quiet," he observes, as he looks at his computer. The two of you had planned to go to dinner but he was working late. You take a deep breath, your heart pounding as you try to find the right words. This was something that wasn't expected, the two of you were just supposed to have sex and nothing more and yet now everything was going to be changing.
"Yoongi, thereâs something I need to tell you. Itâs... important." He turns his chair to face you fully, sensing the seriousness in your voice. His usual laid-back expression shifts slightly as concern creeps in.Â
"What is it?" he asks, his tone calm but tinged with a subtle tension.Â
"You know you can tell me anything." He finished,
"Iâm pregnant," you say, the words coming out in a rush before you lose your nerve.
For a moment, the room falls into a heavy silence. Yoongi just stares at you, his expression unreadable. His eyes widen slightly, but his face remains largely impassive, his usual calm exterior giving little away. He blinks a few times, his mind clearly working to process the unexpected news.
"Pregnant?" he finally repeats, his voice quiet, almost as if heâs speaking to himself. He leans back in his chair, his gaze drifting away from you as he tries to make sense of what youâve just told him.
You watch as his expression darkens, his usual calmness giving way to a troubled look.
"This⊠this wasnât supposed to happen," he mutters, his voice low and strained.Â
"We were just⊠It wasnât meant to get this complicated." Thereâs a coldness in his tone that youâve never heard before, a detachment that makes your heart sink. He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a deep sigh as he stares at the floor, his thoughts clearly racing.
"I donât know if Iâm ready for this," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.Â
"I donât even know where to begin." He whispered. You can see the conflict in his eyes, the way heâs struggling to keep his emotions in check. Yoongi was always been someone who values control, and this news has clearly thrown him off balance. Heâs retreating into himself, his mind turning over the implications of what youâve just told him.
"Yoongi, Iâm scared too," you say softly, hoping to reach him through the wall heâs starting to build. You weren't going to let him shut down.
"But we need to figure this out together. I canât do this alone." His gaze finally shifts back to you, and you can see the turmoil in his eyes. Thereâs a flicker of somethingâregret, maybe, or guiltâbut itâs quickly swallowed up by the storm of emotions heâs trying to suppress.
"I know," he says after a long pause, his voice rough around the edges.Â
"I just⊠I need time to think. This is a lot to take in." He stands up, pacing the small space as he tries to wrap his head around the situation. His usual confidence is shaken, replaced by a deep uncertainty that weighs heavily on him. But despite his inner turmoil, thereâs still a part of him that cares about you, that wants to do the right thing, even if heâs not sure what that is yet.
"I need time." He repeated and you could hear the distance in his tone, a hesitation that lingers, but thereâs also a flicker of determination in his eyes. Your eyes teared up as you realised you were probably going to have to do this all alone.
"But Iâm not going anywhere. Weâll talk more, figure out whatâs next⊠together." He whispered as he sat back down,Â
"We're doing this together, no matter what." He promises, kissing your hand softly.
HOSEOK:
You and Hoseok were sitting at your apartment, you'd invited him around like you did most weekends and he'd been ready for it. What he hadn't been ready for was the serious look on your face as you sat across from him,
"Hoseok, I need to tell you something⊠Itâs big." His smile fades as he focuses entirely on you, worry now evident in his eyes. "
What is it? You sick? I know you've been off for a while, did you finally go to the doctor?" he asks, his voice soft but tinged with anxiety.
"Iâm pregnant." You rushed out. The words hang in the air for a moment as he processes what you just said. His eyes widen in surprise, and you can see a mix of emotions flashing across his faceâshock, concern, and something else, something softer.
"Pregnant?" he repeats, almost as if testing the word out. He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.Â
"Wow, okay⊠this is... a lot to take in." He whispered as you nodded a little. You knew it was going to be a lot for him.
He falls silent for a moment, his mind clearly racing. But then he looks at you with that familiar warmth in his eyes, the hint of a smile forming at the corners of his lips as he reaches for your hand.
"I wonât lie, Iâm a little scared," he admits, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability.Â
"But⊠weâll get through this, okay? It might not be what we planned, but that doesnât mean it canât work out. Weâll figure it out together, one step at a time." You can see the concern still lingering in his eyes, but heâs trying his best to stay positive, and to be your source of strength in this unexpected situation.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand.
"Are you okay? This must be really overwhelming for you." You nod, a small smile breaking through your nervousness as you see how hard heâs trying to stay optimistic for you.Â
"Iâm okay, just⊠scared, I guess."
"Me too," he admits, his smile widening just a bit.Â
"But you know what? Weâre a team, right? And teams stick together, no matter what." He smiles at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into a warm hug,
"Weâll take it one day at a time," he murmurs, his voice soft but filled with determination.Â
"We're gonna have a baby," you whisper as he runs his hand down to your stomach, touching it softly and smiling brightly.Â
"I'm gonna be a dad." He grins down at you, kissing you softly.
NAMJOON:
When you'd invited Namjoon around he thought it was for the same reason he'd been needing to talk to you,
"We'll go at the same time," he chuckles as you nod a little. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before speaking.Â
"Iâm pregnant."
"I love you-" Your heart launched into your throat as you stared at Namjoon. For a moment, Namjoon is silent, his mind clearly working at a million miles an hour. His initial reaction is one of shock, his eyes widening as he absorbs the news. He quickly pulls himself together, though, and his expression shifts to one of focused determination.
"Wow... okay, this changes everything," he says, his voice calm but thoughtful. He pauses, gathering his thoughts before continuing.Â
"First, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" You nod, relieved that heâs handling the situation so thoughtfully.Â
"Iâm⊠Iâm okay, just really overwhelmed." He leans back, exhaling slowly as he runs a hand through his hair.Â
"I get that. This is a lot to take in, for both of us." His tone is measured, as if heâs already planning the next steps in his mind.Â
"We need to talk about all our options. I want to make sure you feel supported, whatever you decide. This isnât just about us anymoreâitâs about whatâs best for you and the baby." Namjoonâs mind is clearly in overdrive, but heâs making a conscious effort to remain calm and focused for your sake. He leans forward, his gaze serious yet caring.
"Joonie..." You trail off, remembering what he had said to you, he looked at you, forgetting for a moment he'd confessed that he loved you.
"I love you too." you smile, kissing him softly as you touch his hand on your stomach and relax a little. Knowing that you weren't alone was going to help a lot with all of this.
JIMIN:
You and Jimin are sitting in your living room, the atmosphere a mix of nervous excitement and underlying tension. Youâve just told him that youâre pregnant, and while youâre were still trying to process the news, Jiminâs reaction was⊠intense.
His eyes widen, and for a moment, he just stares at you in shock. Then, almost as if a switch flips, he jumps up from the couch, his mind racing a mile a minute.Â
"Oh my god, youâre pregnant!" he exclaims, running a hand through his hair.Â
"We need to get everything ready. You have to start taking vitamins, right? And what about your diet? Are you getting enough nutrients? Oh god, we need to make sure youâre eating all the right things!"
He starts pacing back and forth, his face a mixture of concern and sheer panic.
"Do we have a plan? What about the doctor? You need to see a doctor, like, right now. And we donât even have a nursery set up! How are we going to do this? I donât even know the first thing about babies! Should I be reading books? I need to read books, donât I?" You watch him, trying to keep a straight face, but the sight of him spiralling into a full-blown panic is both endearing and amusing. A giggle escapes your lips, and soon youâre laughing, the sound light and infectious. Jimin stops mid-pace, turning to look at you with wide eyes.
"Why are you laughing?" he asks, genuinely puzzled.Â
"This is serious! We have so much to do!" He panicked at you and you couldn't help but laugh harder. You shake your head, still giggling as you reach out to take his hand, pulling him back down to the couch beside you.Â
"Jimin, calm down," you say, trying to suppress another laugh.
"We donât have to do everything all at once. Weâll figure it out together." You smiled at him, out of the two of you, you thought you would be the one to react like this. He looks at you, his expression softening as he realizes how worked up heâs gotten.Â
"Iâm just⊠I donât want to mess this up," he admits, his voice small and vulnerable. "I want to make sure youâre okay, that the babyâs okay. Iâm freaking out because⊠I care so much." You smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly.Â
"I know you do. But you donât have to do it all by yourself. Weâll take it one step at a time, okay?" He nods, taking a deep breath as he tries to calm himself down. But as he looks at you, something shifts in his expressionâsomething deeper, more serious. He hesitates for a moment as if weighing his words, before finally speaking.
"I need to tell you something," he says quietly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.Â
"Iâve been freaking out, not just because of the baby, but because⊠this is so much more to me than just being friends." Your breath catches in your throat as he continues, his voice trembling slightly. Your heart raced as you stared at him,
"I love you," he confesses, his eyes shining with emotion. "Not just as a friend, but as something more. I think Iâve loved you for a while now, but I didnât know how to say it. And now, with this⊠I canât keep it to myself anymore." For a moment, the room is silent, the weight of his words hanging between you. Then, slowly, a smile spreads across your face as you reach up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin.
"I love you too, Jimin," you whisper, your voice full of warmth.
"I think Iâve felt this way for a long time too." Relief floods his face, and he lets out a breath he didnât realize he was holding. His eyes soften as he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.Â
"Weâre going to be okay," he murmurs against your skin, his voice filled with newfound confidence. "Weâll figure this out together. And I promise, Iâll be there for you and our baby every step of the way." He runs his hands over your stomach.
TAEHYUNG:
You and Taehyung are sitting on the bathroom floor, your knees pulled up to your chest as you wait for the pregnancy test results. The silence between you is thick with tension, the air heavy with the gravity of the situation. Taehyung, usually so calm and collected, fidgets beside you, his fingers tapping nervously against the tiles. He glances over at you, his eyes filled with concern.Â
The two of you had been worried for a while since you'd been sick lately and he was the one that thought of the pregnancy test first.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asks softly, breaking the silence. You nod, trying to muster a small smile despite the knot of anxiety tightening in your chest.Â
"Iâm okay, just⊠scared." You admitted. If you were pregnant everything was going to change. It wasn't just going to be sex without strings anymore, There would be A LOT of strings.
Taehyung shifts closer to you, his hand gently finding yours. He squeezes it, his touch warm and reassuring.Â
"I know this is scary," he says, his voice steady despite the fear you can see lurking in his eyes.Â
"But whatever happens, Iâm here for you. I mean it." You look at him, searching his face for any sign of doubt, but all you see is sincerity.Â
"Taehyung, this⊠this wasnât part of the plan. We were just⊠you know." He nods, his expression serious but tender.Â
"I know. We started this as friends with benefits, and I thought I could keep it casual, but⊠itâs never been just that for me." His voice softens, a hint of vulnerability creeping in.Â
"Iâve cared about you more than I ever let on. And now, with this⊠it just makes me realize how much I want to be there for you. For us." His words hang in the air, their weight settling into the pit of your stomach alongside the anxiety.Â
"You really mean that?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly as tears begin to run down your cheeks.
"I do," he says firmly, his eyes locking onto yours with a determination that leaves no room for doubt.Â
"No matter what happensâwhether the test is positive or negativeâIâm in this for the long run. Youâre not just someone Iâve been seeing; youâre someone I care about deeply. Weâll figure this out together, okay?"
The timer on your phone buzzes, signalling that the test is ready. Your heart races, but Taehyungâs grip on your hand tightens, grounding you in the moment.
"Whatever that test says," he whispers, his voice calm and soothing,Â
"Weâre going to be okay. Weâll face it together." He nodded at you. Taking a deep breath, you both lean forward to look at the result. As your eyes scan the test, your emotions swell, but before anything else, you feel Taehyungâs arms wrapping around you, pulling you close.
"Weâll be okay. Iâm here, and Iâm not going anywhere." He promised you as you nodded. His words fill you with a sense of security you hadnât realized you needed, a promise that no matter what the future holds, you wonât face it alone.Â
JUNGKOOK:
As soon as the words "I'm Pregnant" left your lips it had left Jungkook in a state of shock. You almost worried he'd had a heart attack and you weren't sure what you were meant to be doing.
"Jungkook?" You touched his hand softly and he looked down at your hands that were intertwined together. This whole thing had never meant to end this way and yet here you were. One drunken night, one broken condom later and Jungkook felt his whole world changing. Jungkookâs heart races as the words hit him again and again, he slowly looks up at you.Â
"Pregnant?" he whispers, almost to himself. His expression shifts from shock to anxiety, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The two of you agreed that this was meant to be something that was only stress relief. Friends with benefits. That was it.Â
"This wasnât supposed to happen⊠I didnât mean for this to get so complicated." He looks at you with conflicted eyes, struggling between his feelings for you and the fear of what this means for both of your futures.Â
"What do we do now?" He took your hand in his and squeezed softly, while it might not be what he had planned for you there was no way he was going to let you go through any of this alone. It was the two of you that had created the baby and it was going to be the two of you raising them.
"I wanted to talk to you first, and see what you thought I-I should do." your voice shook a little and he smiled weakly, while it might not have been the best scenario he was happy he was going to be a father.
"Well, we get you booked in with a doctor, we get you all the medications you're gonna need and then we go to every single scan together. Do you wanna know the gender? Do you wanna have a baby shower-" Your hand slowly covered his mouth as you let out a small giggle.
"You want to go through with it then?" You asked him before he nodded behind your hand, a giant smile taking over his face.
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Change My Mind [4]
Pairing: BTS x reader
SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.
Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.
Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor
Words: 7.1k
nothing much to say this time but this is not beta read, my friend who was supposed to read it is unfortunately unavailable, idk if the argument makes sense in the end cause I personally run from confrontations so idk how to write good arguments so yeah.
ANYWAYS, Happy reading!!
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In all of your years working for Bangtan, as one of their staff and the youngest stylist, you've been included in every life events and celebrations there is. Birthdays, first wins, comebacks, everything there is even something as important as family dinners. You've never skipped or forgot a single member's birthday, period.
But as Guwon stands before you, a plane ticket to Jeju in hand with the departure scheduled tomorrow and returning just a day short before the tour, you find yourself at a crossroad. Itâs Jungkook's birthday tomorrow and Jimin has planned a small party tonight at their dorms before the formal celebration at the company the next day.
While you've been trying to rectify the awkward air between you and the maknae since his confession by starting conversations, the maknae only replied to you with silence before promptly vanishing in two seconds flat.
But despite the strain in your relationship, you could never think of not attending his birthday. You'd never thought to be petty enough to return his energy. His present was already wrapped in a pretty bow under your bed for a week now for Christ's sake!
âI-I can't⊠It's one of their birthdayâs tomorrow.â
âOh.â His smile falls. âCan't you just give your gift today? Surely they can party for one night without you.â
It was a genuine question, logical and true but for some reason, his tone raised concerns within you. You swear to the highest heavens you could hear a bit of irritation hidden beneath dejection.
You winced. âI can't, I'm really sorry⊠I-I can pay you back what you've spent for the trip. I'm really sorry, I just never missed any of their birthdays. I swear I'll make it up to you next time!â
Guwon's shine dulled the further you went on and your heart twinged with guilt. In another universe where some humans gained animalistic features, he'd have dog ears pressed to his skull, staring at you with wide and glistening eyes.
You waved off the image immediately, disturbed.
âIt's also my fault for not asking for your schedule. The tour is next week and then you'd be away from me for months so I kind of⊠panicked. I'm sorry.â
He should've known better than not to do research on your bosses , a voice at the back of your head scoffed and you waved the thought away as you put a hand over his.Â
âI should've notified you as well. Tell me if those are refundable or not, I'll pay you back.â
He waves you off. âCute but I've been raised well to know not to ask a lady to pay for my mistake, so don't worry that pretty head of yours about not being able to go.â
The date continued and thankfully, no dead air remained and conversation eased out of the both of you. Guwon sorted out his reservations early on, he'd stopped eating every once in a while to pick up his phone to either receive a call or respond to an email.
With how often he answered the chimes of his phone and how long it took for him to finally put it down, you figured he must've prepared a lot for the week and it made you feel more guilty every time he did it.
Today, he brought you both to an indoor park he rented for an hour for a picnic. It was on the outskirts of Seoul and he also cooked most of the food placed between you both, his mother however, was responsible for the side dishes.
Speaking of mothers, yours called earlier to congratulate you on whatever it was she was adamant on keeping secret but you already knew what it was and you were glad Jungkookâs mother gave birth on such a perfect day almost 21 years ago.
Guwon was planning to propose to you during the trip.
It left a bitter taste in your tongue. Sure you had expected to be married to him at some point but you barely knew the man outside of his colorful stories, and knew none of his actual behavior in his home. You haven't even visited his house yet for a vibe check so why is he rushing too fast?
Despite the guilt in your heart, relief is more palpable knowing you'd have more time to figure out if you truly want Guwon in your life.
Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you took a glance at it.
           [17:29] Jinnie: I'll pick you up at your apartment by 6.            [17:29] Jinnie: please be preparedđ
Seeing the t̶h̶r̶e̶a̶t̶e̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ friendly smile attached at the end of his message, you're suddenly reminded of the present. You hadn't told any of them of your date today, something that had drawn out longer than you thought it would. You frowned, fingers drumming on the side of your phone as you pondered on what to reply.
You had promised to help with the food yet here you are, out of town and on a picnic date inside a garden observatory.
âWho is it?â Guwon asks, seeing the frown on your face. Your mind immediately picks up the odd tone he has.
âTheir oldest, Jin. We're supposed to cook together before the rest comes home.â
He furrowed his eyebrows. âI thought the birthday was tomorrow?â
âOh, we're planning a small party before it, just his closest friends.â
Guwon nodded, eyes distant and thoughtful as he took a bite of his sandwich before continuing. âWhat time are you expected?â
âTheir eldest said he'll pick me up at six.â
He looked at his watch and frowned deeper. âIt's already 5:30. Maybe I can drive you to their dorm instead?â
You immediately shook your head. Remembering the promise you had with Jin and Jungkook. The maknae had recently begun to look at your direction again yesterday after Hoseok had talked to him, inviting Guwon would ruin the smallest progress youâve had.Â
Not to mention, you can't reveal their dorm location even if he is to be your husband. Company rules and you've signed an NDA.
âCompany rules, can't reveal their location.â
âIf we're going to be a couple soon, I'm going to need to know more about these guys you're hanging around. I don't trust them.â He says as he turns to the picnic basket to take another sandwich out, unable to see the twitch in your eye.Â
âWell, you have to learn how to, theyâre my bosses and my best friends.â
âIâm having a hard time believing that. I mean,â He scoffed. âDid you notice how they look at me whenever Iâm around? That rapperâYunâYoonmi stared at me like Iâm an insect he stepped on.â
Anger boils deep within your soul and youâre sure it's visibly contorting your face at this point but the man didnât notice it and continued chewing on his food.
âBesides, their location is pretty well known already, no? Just a couple searches away, why be so secretive about it?â
You refrain yourself from frowning and it takes all of the energy within you to not react as wildly as you wouldâve. It was amazing how the illusion of something good could shatter with only a few words and you set down the sandwich in your hand.
There's something terribly humbling upon realization that the man you're talking to is indeed, a man.
Noticing the shift in the air, he set down his cup of coffee with a slight raise to his brows.
âWhy are you looking at me like that? It's true though, I just think it's pointless to try to hide it when some people already know, so what's the use of trying to hide their dorm?â
Where's Jimin and Taehyung at times like this?
You dreaded the conversation you're about to bring up to your mother once she calls, and could hear her scolding you for having such high standards. Guwon being indifferent to the possibility of being stalked, and your boysâ privacy being breached immediately raise red glaring flags over his head.
A lawyer himself who shrugged at the threat of crimes, the joke just writes itself.
âDon't look at me like that, I'm just⊠trying to understand why you didn't want me to interact with them after our second date. It makes a man overthink, know?â
Whatever thread you were holding onto, a sliver of hope that you might've misheard or misunderstood him, decayed within you and you picked up your phone to stuff into your bag.
You had hoped, wished, that after your deep talk on the night Seokjin had scolded your ass to the nines he'd understand your dynamic better with the boys or at least try. You could already hear Yoongi's drawl out âI told you soâ as you packed up, even imagine him bringing up Namjoonâs statistical analysis and how I should've listened to it.
âIf you're implying what I think you are implying then I don't think we should meet each other anymore.â
Tossing the food back into the basket carelessly, you slung your bag over your shoulder and stand, only for his hand to shoot out to grab your wrist in an iron grip.
âWait, I-I'm sorry! I just got⊠jealous, that's all.â
Even with the apologetic look displayed clearly on his face and the fear swimming with them, nothing could bring back to life the trust you had on the man and you pushed his hand away.
âI can't stay with someone who can't understand why those boys are important to me, sorry Guwon but we're over. Don't you ever contact me again.â
âYou can't possibly be breaking up with me because I said what I felt? Over them? Really?!â
You don't even recognize the man sitting opposite you.
He knew, he saw how close you are with them and even sat through the stories you told him during your dates. Guwon knew you cherished every single boy in the group yet he disregarded it all because of jealousy? If that isn't a warning, then you might be blind.
âIt's like I never even knew you at all.â
He scoffed. âSame with you. Can't believe I actually believed your words telling me you were friends but I saw how those boys treated you!â
Sure your relationship with your bosses is unusual but it was built from hardship and loneliness from being taken away from home and surrendering their time for a glimpse of fame in a field where they're at a huge disadvantage. It was special in ways not many could fathom because in their head, what reason would there be for a man to befriend a girl other than having the intention to fuck them?
It was the mindset of the old and â wiseâ and it had infuriated you to the nines.
For him to reveal himself as one of those old cogs when he expressed himself as a gentleman and be convinced by his act of kindness, even the word disappointing could express how greatly upset you are.
âBet you've slept with all of them at least once, hell, I don't even know why your mother bothered when you're already busy whoring yourself for seven men.â
Anger flooded your veins, it was hot and rampaging under your skin. Before your mind could even register your actions, your hand had already moved, making contact with his cheek in one swift motion. The slap echoed like a clap of thunder in the silence of the observatory.
Even after seeing the angry red mark beginning to mar his skin, your anger remained.
âGoodbye Guwon, I hope we never see each other again.â
Walking away was easier said than done.
You got picked up by Guwon earlier and since you've run far enough from the indoor garden, away from your supposed ticket back home, you're now waiting for an uber at a small library sequestered between towering and loudly designed buildings. You had half a mind to ask your friends that lived nearby for a ride but decided against it.
They might be busy with their own family.Â
Unlike you.
As you sit there waiting for your ride to come, your mind takes you to your mother and her genuine glee at the thought of you getting married. Ever since your second date, she had been sending you photographs of weddings for inspirations, links to event places and tailors, and flower shops where you could have your bouquet arranged. She was beyond ecstatic, if she heard what had happened, she would be devastated.Â
A loud, exasperated sigh left your lips, the volume catching the attention of the bookkeeper who was quick to shush you.
As you waited longer with only the deafening silence of the library to accompany you, doubt began to form at the back of your head.Â
Was breaking up with Guwon really the right choice?Â
An angry, louder voice screamed at you for doubling down on your decision. You knew your boys longer than you knew him, if the trip had gone through, Guwon would've proposed to you despite the short time you've known each other. Something you didn't want. Not to mention, he would've gone through the idea while contemplating on your loyalty.
So yes, it was the right decision!
But you were to be married .
Your mother was so happy to have finally matched you with a guy you attended three dates with. The thought made your heart clench, she was excited to see you on the altar and has most likely spread it around your town with pride. She was about to have three married children.
Gods, you don't want to imagine the conversation later on, she'd be distraught.
Your phone buzzed and you dreaded looking at the screen to see your mother's name. Luckily, it was Jin instead.
           [18:01] Jinnie: where are you?            [18:01] Jinnie: knocked on your door but the neighbor said you were out.            [18:02] Jinnie: you're lateđ            [18:02] Jinnie: I'm going to have them deduct your pay this month for making me wait            [18:03] You: I'm sorry your highness for disappointing you, please forgive this servant of yoursđ€§ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â [18:03] You: was on a date            [18:03] You: not that it matters anymore, I broke up with Guwon            [18:04] You: does it even count? I mean, we weren't official, he didn't ask me to be his girlfriend yet.
You paused, face souring as you realized what you've just typed.Â
Guwon hadn't asked for your hand officially even after three dates, he had the chance on your second date during the stroll but he didn't. Despite this, he went and asked your parents for their blessings when he hadn't even asked you first.
           [18:04] You: wow I just remembered that            [18:04] You: then he had the audacity to propose to me!
There's a pause in between his usually instant replies and you had an inkling he's already spreading the gossip around the group somehow.
           [18:08] Jinnie: wow there's a LOT to unpack there            [18:08] Jinnie: but worry not            [18:08] Jinnie: I'll have Jimin get us the strongest drink there is for later            [18:09] Jinnie: we'll drink that sorrow away and you're going to tell me what the hell you meant by proposing while not being official            [18:10] You: I don't think I should tell you that⊠           [18:10] You: considering⊠ya know            [18:11] You: also don't you guys have an early schedule tomorrow?đ€š Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â [18:12] Jinnie: bold of u to assume I don't want hear how massive of a failure he is            [18:12] Jinnie: nothing better than hearing your enemyâs downfallđ            [18:13] Jinnie: also what do you mean âyou guysâ???            [18:13] Jinnie: you're literally our make-up artist!
You scoffed at the message but before you could type up a reply, the notification from your uber app popped out to inform you about your driver now waiting outside the library and you walked out.
           [18:23] You: and just because I'm your make-up artist, doesn't mean I should let you all get away with this            [18:23] You: and I won't even drink much :pp            [18:24] Jinnie : if I ever see you stumbling around the house, you owe me 100000            [18:25] You: WOW            [18:25] You: AREN'T YOU RICH ALREADY????            [18:25] Jinnie: money is moneyđ            [18:26] Jinnie: just get ur ass over here already before I add more zeros to the bet
The smell of Jinâs cooking, both spicy and something savory, welcomed you first before the sound of sizzles did. At the sound of the door closing, Jin appears round the corner with an apron hung from his neck and a tong stained with red bean paste in the other.
Despite the disappointed look he's going for, reminiscent of a mother who caught her daughter coming home past curfew, the relief you feel upon seeing his handsome face after earlier was palpable and the knots in your stomach loosened.
âI should have your pay deducted for showing up late.â
You winced. âSorry boss, can I appeal for a heartbreak discount on that?â
âOnly if you give me a hug and cry on my shoulder.âÂ
He opened his arms wide, plush lips widening into a smile when you approached to wrap your arms around his torso. The fabric of his sweatshirt was soft and the scent of new laundry overtook his usual scent of freshly baked cakes and gentle vanilla perfume, it almost made you boneless in his hold. Moreso when he started stroking your head while the other ran up and down your back with his palm, fingers still wrapped around the tongs.
He didn't pull away despite the awkward position with him bending down and practically melting against your smaller form. In your years of being friends, you could never recall Seokjin being the first to pull away from a hug and once more, you're grateful for that.
âYou wanna talk about it?â
âIâll do it while cooking, we might burn whatever you're cooking if I told you all about it here.â
He shook his head, his rubbing motions on your back turning into gentle pats. âWe can just order it online if it does, I even bet that they'll still eat it even if it was. Hoba was relentless today.â
His nails raked through your scalp and you resisted the urge to shiver.Â
âHe was being an ass towards you guys. Then when I defended you all, he accused me of sleeping around.â
His first instinct was to curse the man down to his ancestors who bred with each other until he was born, but stopped himself when he realized what he's about to say and cleared his throat.
If his arms coiled tighter around you, you only leaned into him further.
âNormally I would say "I told you so" but I know Yoongi has it covered later. So I'll just sayâ"
"Don't you dare. Jin donât you dare finish that sentence."
"I knew it."
He let out a cry when your hand slapped his arm but it quickly dissolved into a fit of squeaky laughter and he pushed your head back under his chin before you could even continue hitting him. Hand continuing their petting as you let out an annoyed groan.
âMy mom was so excited! God. I hate that bastard for disappointing me and her. She was sending me links to wedding planners and dressmakers because apparently he was supposed to take me to Jeju tomorrow and propose.â
He stills in your arms, the hand in your hair stopping its motion as his breath hitched in his chest. It took him a moment before he recollected himself and continued to pat your head, pressing a kiss on top of your crown.
âI'm sure auntie will understand, I know that she would've wanted you to find a good man like she and your sister did.â
A voice at the back of your head told you he was referring to himself but you threw the thought away as soon as it went.
âPersonally, I would've taken the ticket and ditch him.â He laughed and you hit his arm with a barely concealed grin. âAll I'm saying is that free things should be used and if it's gifted then better! You get to decide how to use it so refund it!â
âI don't think it's that easy.â
âJust say Kim Seokjin of BTS asked for a refund and they'll immediately accept it.â
Pulling away, you playfully rolled your eyes at him, earning you one last laugh as you walked to the kitchen where the sizzles of the food being fried on the pan had long been muted. Jin followed you with an onslaught of words spilling from his lips, justifying and detailing how he would've done in your place as you placed your bag down on the island counter before reaching for the spare apron.
Hearing his rants filling the silence made it easier to relax, made forgetting how upset you were at Guwon a walk in the park.
It was familiar and his voice, despite his fiery indignation, was oddly comforting.
Soon enough, your conversation halts and you both position yourself over the counter, following his orders mindlessly; which is mostly dicing the vegetables and the slabs of meat he marinated last night in soy sauce and spices.Â
You found the repetitive motions of chopping soothing and silently thanked the man now hovering over the saucepan, gently stirring the seaweed soup.Â
As if sensing your eyes boring holes on the back of his head, his ears reddened and he looked over his shoulder to meet your gaze.
âW-what is it? Wh-why are you looking at me like that?â
âJust admiring how huge your shoulders are and how reliable you are.âÂ
You recalled how dearly he cared for his group despite the exhaustion from practicing singing and dancing the whole day. Despite being the youngest in his family, Jin took on the mantle of the oldest brother in the group easily and selflessly provided for his members alongside Yoongi and Namjoon. If it were anybody, you were sure the boys would've been sick or had long given up, especially when the company was about to file bankruptcy in their earlier years.
From the bone shattering dances, exhausting practices and routines stretching from dawn till dusk, you were thankful Seokjin was there to catch the others when they fall.
It was a hard task nobody would've assumed since selfishness is a built-in trait of a human yet Seokjin proved you wrong when he stayed up every night despite the muscle cramps and exhaustion weighing his bones to cook for his members, taking the role of the eldest like it was a second nature despite being the youngest in his family.
He barked out a half-hearted laugh as his red ears brightened from the compliment. âI already know that of course!â
âThank you for everything, Jin.â
His face crumpled when he laughed bashfully, the bright hue in his ears crawling to dusk his cheeks as well. It didn't take long before he recovered and like clockwork, in reaction to being flustered by compliments, he got defensive and raised the saucer threateningly at you.
âYa! If you're planning to compliment me, at least be original! I'm done hearing about how wide my shoulders are from ARMY and how reliant I am from the others! We've been together for years, do better and be original with your compliments!â
It was a joke, obviously.
But staring at the older man childishly brandishing his cooking utensil like a bludgeoning weapon, you couldn't help but ponder about what truly pulled you into him only to realize that you've never truly dove deeper than surface level details. It was disappointing to find out how shallow you've been when expressing your appreciation for the man.
Like he said, you've always pointed out how reliable he is but never have you pointed out the small things such as the warm food he claimed have been extras and the hot soups sectioned off for you on cold days.
He was the first to approach you on the first day despite being the member who mostly kept to himself, asking you if you wanted to celebrate their Rookie of the Year win with them instead of the rowdy staff behind you.Â
The first one to build a bridge leading to this deep companionship you had with the rest of the members, have you really never thanked him for that?
âYou're so caring and humble despite your background and where you are right now. If it was anybody else, they would've left the boys to fend for themselves once they were able to yet you didn't stop cooking for them, for us. I don't think I have ever met a man so down to earth and as loving as you are,â You paused. âWell, except Jimin but if you want something more original I'd say I love your hands even when you think they're weird because theyââ
You didn't even realize Jin crossed the distance between you both until his hands clasped around your lips, silencing you completely.
Unlike earlier with only his ears blushing, his cheeks now glowed red, the flushed skin spreading down to his neck, continuing past the collar of his dark blue pajamas. When your eyes meet, you find his glistening with unshed tears no doubt touched by your hastily put together declaration of your appreciation for him.Â
When it was clear you wouldn't continue your rant, his arms fell to your shoulders and pulled you into a tight embrace.Â
His violent heartbeats thudding against his chest was the first thing you've heard before you registered the stuttered exhales and his gentle saccharine scent filling your senses, clouding your brain completely. For a moment, it was just you and him in the kitchen, hugging a little longer than friends should be.
But then again, since when have you guys ever drawn the line on how platonic touches should last?
âGod⊠You gotta stop doing that.â
âI'm just following what you told me like a good dongsaeng and I think I did exceedingly well on it. Does that guarantee a deduction on my pay deduction?â
There's an odd, invisible weight that lifted off of you, something you didn't even realize you were carrying. But there's also a tinge of guilt pinching the edges of your heart.
Jin was the first to approach you, and the first to confess four years ago. He was all shy looks and sweet smiles, his sweet words accompanied by a bouquet of flowers that must've cost him more than he could've gotten from being an idol of a new group.Â
When Jin loves, he gives his all and doesn't think twice to give half of himself as well. In a way, he and Yoongi were alike, just with different approaches.
He was open and unapologetic while Yoongi was subtle and often silent.
His laugh twinkled in your ears but it dwindled later on, as if he remembered something towards the end of his mirth. âYou're driving me crazy, how am I supposed to move on when you're this lovely?â
Hearing him confirm your suspicion about his crushâis it even called that at this point?ârelieved you from an unknown anxiety most likely sparked by Jungkook's words a few nights ago. Why are you even relieved hearing him still liking you when all you've done is hurt him?
âYou're such an idiot, you know that?â
âLove makes you do the stupidest thing but I don't think I've ever regretted ever falling for you.â
He pulls away, a gentler, softer smile now tugging his lips up.
âGod, you made me sappy! My god, my soup!âÂ
Even without the warmth of his embrace, you could feel it radiate in the small space of the kitchen. You continued your work as Jin fuzzed about the seaweed soup behind you, bathing in the domesticity of it all.
Your phone vibrates loudly in your bag on the island counter. Wiping your hand on your apron, you opened it to see Jiminâs messages.
           [18:56] Mimi: seokjin hyung told me to buy the strongest alcohol            [18:57] Mimi: any idea why heâs being weird?            [18:57] You: Iâll tell jin that you called him weird            [18:57] You: but yes            [18:57] You: Iâll tell you all later why            [18:58] Mimi: đ€š Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â [18:58] Mimi: not if I get you drunk in the first ten minutes            [18:58] You: Iâd like to see you try, pretty boy
Your phone vibrated again. Namjoon had texted you, seeing the preview you rolled your eyes.
           [18:59] Joonie: Seokjin hyung didnât say but I already figured it out            [18:59] Joonie: You'd hear enough from Yoongi hyung later but            [18:58] Joonie: I told you so            [18:58] You: I hope you trip and fall on shitđ„° Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â [18:59] Joonie: Love you too, noonađ            [18:59] You: blockedđ«
âI'm not seeing enough chopping, young lady. Get back to your station!â Jin jokingly scolds. With a laugh, you return to your spot.
By the time some of the boys arrivedâexcept Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung, no doubt pre-gaming somewhereâit was already ten and some of the dishes were plated, ready to be eaten in the dining room. If it wasn't for both your and Jin's advanced thinking to ready the bowl of rice and their plates beforehand, they would have starved to death as Yoongi dramatically puts it before blaming Hoseok for draining them out the whole day.
The man in question just laughed in response before shrugging and rebuking their âaccusationsâ, saying it wasn't even that hard. To this, Yoongi grumbled under his breath and Namjoon rolled his eyes.
A few minutes later, the maknaes entered, cheeks all flushed except for Jimin who was holding up a bag full of canned alcohol as if it was game from an all-day hunt.
You thanked Jimin silently for drinking the birthday boy tipsy enough to make the dinner energetic instead of the awkwardness you thought it'd be due to what happened a few days ago. There's fleeting eyes you've caught in between jokes he made, either pouring with adoration or longing, you tried to not to pay it much mind.
But of course, the alcohol pouring could only go for so long before you're all lounging in the living room to talk about anything that comes to mind. It was half an hour short from the clock tickling to twelve, signifying Jungkook's actual birthday.
The conversation started off tame with Taehyung questioning the animals who sleep standing to something more elaborate with Yoongi asking everyone's opinion about some decrypt conspiracy theory surrounding the rich of the west. It was all fun and games when Taehyung, lost in his own mind running with the most random thought, sluggishly pointed at you and asked:
âWh-why aren't you checking your phone? G-Guwon hyung haven't been texting you yet?â
Many heads turned to you who was practically boneless in between a tipsy Hoseok and a still sober Yoongi. You didn't even need to look to know the look of concern Jin was throwing your way.
But everything was hazy, your head throbbing from the alcohol. The words slipped past your lips before you could think about it.
âWe parted ways⊠He accused me of sleeping around when I said I didn't want to go on a trip with him tomorrow âcause I didn't want to skip Jungkookie's birthday.â
Hoseok patted your shoulder and Yoongi nodded, face indifferent as usual. Despite the reaction of the boys on both sides, not everyone in the circle held the same opinion it seems.
âYou didn't have to decline it, noona. You-youâve been with us for years, missing one wouldn't hurt me much.â
Jungkook's voice was softer as if he had sobered up from the revelation and you waved him away.
âWhat are you saying? I couldn't leave when we weren't alright.â You glimpsed at Jin before continuing. âBesides, he was planning to propose and I'm glad he couldn't anymore.â
In your drunken mind, the information didn't carry much weight but the pin drop silence following your words did, you guessed that it must've been. However, it didn't last long when Taehyung jumped up to his feet and punched the air as if Korea just scored the final score in FIFA.
The boys look at him with wide eyes, shocked by his reaction. Jimin recovers and tries to tug him down but a drunk Taehyung is determined, with a will stronger than a monk's resilience and patience, no one could stop him from doing what he wanted.
And that was bumping his glass on your forehead, a little harder than it should've been if he was sober and you reel back, a hand over your forehead.
âNoona! you're free again! Do you know what that means?!â
âOk that's enough for you tonight. Let's get you to bed.â Jimin says, chuckling awkwardly as he stands behind his best friend, wrapping his arms around his waist before dragging him away.
âWhy? Can't I just congratulate noona from recognizing something was off instead of ignoring it like most do? Noona,â He turned to you, bottom lip jutted out. âIt's not bad that I'm celebrating right?â
Seokjinâs laugh was nervous when he rose to usher the man away as well. âAlright, lets all calm down so we don't accidentally say something while drunk.â
âFuck yeah! I-I donât even know why I even believed his lies, heâs a lawyer for fucks sake!â
âNot that it ever stopped you before. I still don't understand why you couldn't have married one of us instead.â Jungkook cuts in, suddenly irritated.
Somehow, the tension in the room grew tenfold and everyone sits up, alert and ready to interfere if their youngest decides to let the alcohol take control of him. Your brain clears once it registered the annoyance in his voice, heart dropping to the soles of your feet.
âJungkookââ
âI just think it's a bullshit excuse and you know it. You told that to Jin-hyung four years ago and have repeated it ever since. Weâre all adults now, we can handle a little rejection and whoâs to say we canât date when weâre the only idol running the company. You say it's because you donât want to choose but arenât you just instilling false hope in us?âÂ
He stood as he grew more agitated but Jin pushed him down, eyes stern as he stared down at their youngest. Seeing the conflict brew between them, the growing guilt built by years of spending time with them reawakened.
It tied your stomach in a knot and felt like a building had dropped onto your heart.
As if sensing your emotions, Yoongiâs hand found your shoulder to give it a squeeze.
âYouâre not thinking straight so stop it,â Jin excuses as he turns to you with an apologetic smile. âHeâs just drunk, he doesnâtââ
âI know what Iâm saying and I think youâre being too biased here hyung!â
âJungkookâŠâ Hoseok calls from next to you, voice low, a warning.
âYou too! Sheâs also your friend, why arenât you pointing out how sheâs just playing with us? Why are you only calling me out?â
âBecause youâre being a stupid drunk right now, Jungkook. Stand down .â Yoongi ordered, voice firm and warning. His arms are crossed as he stared their youngest down but the maknae wasnât intimidated by it, if anything, the fire in the older manâs eyes only fueled the anger boiling within him.
In years youâve watched over them, never once has Yoongi scolded their youngest past Run BTS contents, leaving the reprimanding to their oldest and leader. For him to call him out and seeing them grow agitated by each otherâs presence, dread loomed over you with your nightmares threatening to come true.Â
This isnât how tonightâs party was supposed to go.
âIsnât there anyone whoâd agree with me at how absurd all of this is?!â His head snapped at Namjoon whoâs watching with a careful eye. âHyung, surely you can also see it!â
Throughout the exchange, Namjoon had sat back and watched the interaction from the sidelines instead of interfering on the first hint of a fight breaking out. Even when the situation becomes a little aggressive, he stays silent but you donât doubt that heâd be the first to stand if the disagreement becomes volatile and inching towards physical.
That's what he always has done, observed and let the high rise of emotions eventually tides down to a calm on their own. He's a leader, he's supposed to be fair and to do so, he must first understand both sides before taking action. He also trusts his own team to temper their own ire after years of being together.
But now that he's forced to join the argument, he sighed and stood. Seokjin stepped away as he approached their youngest with both hands placed on his shoulders to sit him back down.Â
Obediently, Jungkook follows.
âWhile I do see where youâre coming from, I think it's a bit unfair that youâre blaming her for being scared.â Jungkook opens his mouth but a firm shake of Namjoonâs head shuts him up. âDonât start again. Thereâs a power imbalance here kid. If her choosing someone could cause a problem, weâd get off scot free but not her. In the eyes of the company, sheâs disposableââ
âBut sheâs not.â
âShe is. In their eyes at least. By having her around causing problems for us, sheâs nothing but a thorn in their side that they should remove. If she had dated one of us and eventually broke up, it would cause an awkwardness and riff between guys especially if it ended on a bad note and BigHit won't stand for it. You know how important this job is for her, right?â
They stared at each other for a long while, both unrelenting in silence. You all waited with bated breath, Namjoon was the only one who could diffuse the situation and if he fails, then who else could possibly calm the maknae down?
Turning to the clock, you bit your lip at the time.
It was nearing Jungkook's actual birthday, three minutes short before both hands ticked to twelve.
Which meant it would have to start during the denouement of an argument. The thought planting discomfort in your stomach. Such a happy celebration shouldn't be welcomed like this.
In the midst of raised voices and pointing fingers, Taehyung has completely sobered up from where he sat between Jiminâs thighs, staring beady eyed at the situation in his friendâs arms. Sensing your gaze, he turned to you with a sheepish, apologetic smile when Jungkook's heavy sigh broke through the silence.
His head fell to his chest as Namjoon removed his hands from his shoulders yet his eyes remained on their youngestâs hunched form.
âYou get what we're trying to say now, do you?â
âY-yeahâŠâ
âAnything you want to say, gguk?â Namjoon was talking to him like he was a kindergarten teacher and you both were kids who fought on the sandbox for the shovel, warm and understanding but the disappointment in his tone is clear as day.
Jungkook doesn't reply but he shoots up to his feet, surprising Hoseok next to you, with eyes still trained on the floor.
When he did look up to meet your gaze, it was brief and cut off by a deep bow. You reached your hands out, trying to stop him from doing so but Yoongi took one of your hands and pinned them down between his and your thighs.
Jungkook never had to bow for you and it felt wrong seeing him bent down to apologize.
âI-Iâm sorry noona, Iââ He trails off.
In his speechlessness in a room full of people whoâwhile understanding where he comes fromâstood behind you, he clams up and then in a flash, heâs gone, bolting from the living room and skipping up the stairs. The sound of his heavy footfalls echoing like the clock ticking down to his birthday.
The argument has been dissolved, yet it left a bitter taste on your tongue, it made you feel queasy having everyone back you up without reprimanding you as well. It was true, what Jungkook said.Â
Weren't you practically leading them on by not choosing anyone? No matter how unintentional it must be, if he thinks that way then maybe everyone else in the group does, just silently.
You turned to the clock again. A minute closer to the next day.
Frustration made you want to pull your hair out but the long, lithe fingers that have entangled with yours in the middle of it all, forbade you from doing so. As if he could hear the internal debate between logic and emotions, Yoongi gave you a comforting squeeze.
But it didn't feel right, you shouldn't be sitting on your ass while Jungkook blamed himself for expressing his own opinion, sure it was a bit aggressive but you understood his frustration.
âJungkook!â You called out, rising to your feet to follow him when Yoongi tightened his hold on your wrist and shook his head.
âHe needs time to process, leave him be.â
Yet despite this, you shrugged his hold off and followed the youngestâs heavy footfalls upstairs and presumably into his room. You caught onto him in the hallway, with the door to his room opened and half of his body already inside.
âJungkook, let us talk.â
âI-I don't want to see you right now, noona please.â
The desperation to correct the wrongs gives you a short burst of energy and you catch his wrist.
âJungkook please, Iââ
You heard the joyful chime of the clock downstairs before you heard the sweet jingles of bells.
Then you felt it.
Electric jolts shoot up from your connected hands, waking every cell and your mind awake and you almost keel over from the wave of relieving warmth washing over your body. Thereâs now a low hum accompanying the bells chiming in the background, the soft harmony between them sending shivers down your spine.Â
You've thought of first meetings like those scenes in Hollywood movies where a kaleidoscope of colors explodes behind your eyelids, like fireworks celebrating the precious moment where the protagonists finally meet and fireworks shoot up to the sky. They talked of a brief moment of reprieve from reality, the world slowing down and feeling the most calmed you've ever been with your soulmate in hand.
Like your soul finally recognizing its pair and suddenly, everyone became a blur in the background.
Yet when you stared back at Jungkook's mirrored astonishment, your stomach bottomed out.
Because no way in hell, after all this time, you're soulmates.
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đàŸàœČ đamjoon đàŸàœČ
SUGAR 10.8k
navigating life with your sweet boyfriendâalternatively a collection of soft moments in this slice of life au.
BAD GUY 2.7k
your (ex)-boyfriend thinks he can get away with cheating, so you fuck his dad as revenge. âmight seduce your dad type,â
JUICY 1.5k
you love how big your boyfriendâs getting, the size difference goes crazy.
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hoseokâs wondering why his bandmateâs sweet, precious girlfriend is missing from his release party.
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another slice of life story that tells the tale of how you and your boyfriend welcomed your little one into the world.
đàŸàœČ đąeokjin đàŸàœČ
coming soon.
đàŸàœČ đšoongi đàŸàœČ
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yoongiâs got a soft spot for his sweet girlfriendâor, behind the scenes with your boyfriend.
WHATâS POPPIN 1.7k
yoongi being the type to buy his girl a chain cause if heâs iced out, so is she.
DEVIL 1.5k
youâre just the pretty little staff member he wants to corrupt and defile, a alternate universe of angel.
SHINUNOGA E-WA 1.9k
four times you said âI love youâ, plus the one time you didnât.
âBABYâ 1.3k
you put your reputation on the line by getting fucked in the backseat of your seniorâs car.
đàŸàœČ đoseok đàŸàœČ
NDA 1.2k
youâre one of the lucky fans hoseok notices at lollapalooza.
đàŸàœČ đimin đàŸàœČ
ALL I NEED 1.7k
watching the sunset with your boyfriendâs head between your thighs on a late afternoon.
WANT 1.1k
forget the movie, jiminâs got other plans.
đàŸàœČ đŁaehyung đàŸàœČ
GROUPIE LOVE 4.8k
you get picked from the crowd during PTD LA, and taeâs all yours for the night.
SEX TALK 6.1k
youâre fucking two hotties on the low without realizing theyâre roommates..
MANEATER 2.9k
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EAT MY LOVE 2k
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CAPTAIN HOOK 6.3k
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ECOUTE CHERIE 1.3k
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THROAT GOAT 1.1k
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đàŸàœČ đungkook đàŸàœČ
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SEX TALK 6.1k
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TODAS MUEREN POR MI 3.5k
a bittersweet fantasy with your boxer boyfriend.
SLUT ME OUT 1.9k
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KEROSENE 15k
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THE BOY IS MINE 6.2k
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DO I WANNA KNOW 19.8k
your ex is relentless in his pursuit, all in the name of love.
AGORA HILLS 1.9k
âgrunge bf lets cute gf ride him,â
3D 3.2k
pics and videos donât do you justice.
NEED TO KNOW 3.3k
itâs your birthday and your boss is feeling generous tonight.
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a rowdy boxer and the pretty it-girl he bagged by being him. jungkookâs doing anything to prove heâs serious, even if it means making a fool outta himself.
àœàœČâFLAWLESS SERIESâàœàŸ
you never meant for it to go this far, much less with your best friendâs dad of all people. throw a baby in the mix? lies are told, secrets revealed forcing you to face the consequences of your actionsâtogether.
DADDY ISSUES 2.4k
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2. everything falls apart.
3. a look into the past.
RODEO 1.9k
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LOVINâ YOU 3.5k
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àœàœČâJOCK!JK SERIESâàœàŸ
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đ©âĄđȘ the intro.
đ©âĄđȘ jungkook works you out with you.
đ©âĄđȘ you want to put sprinkles on it.
đ©âĄđȘ he plays his game and then some.
đ©âĄđȘ you hate condoms.
đ©âĄđȘ heâs a munch.
đ©âĄđȘ you meet his friend, yoongi.
đ©âĄđȘ a roommateâs (jennieâs) dilemma.
đ©âĄđȘ the future!
đ©âĄđȘ daddyâs fatherâs day special.
đ©âĄđȘ seven days with jungkook.
đ©âĄđȘ the origin story.
àœàœČâBABY DADDY SERIESâàœàŸ
life with (your) annoying, frustratingly handsome baby daddy who wonât leave you alone and your sweet baby who canât stop asking why you call his dad âdeadbeatâ.
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How to Lose A Guy in 30 Days! (OUT NOW) || jjk.
SERIES MASTERLIST
â„pairing: Jungkook x Reader
â„genre/rating: strangers to lovers, 18+
â„description: How to Lose A Guy in 30 Days! A guide of what you shouldn't do in the first 30 days of a relationship if you don't want him running for the hills! You get to see my experiment with the things I did wrong in the first 30 days of a brand new relationship.
You have just received your first opportunity to write your own column at Composure Magazine. This is everything that you have ever dreamed of and should be simple enough, drive a guy away in 30 days. Across town Jungkook, who hasn't committed to anyone in years, is issued a bet that he can stay with the same person for one month. Both of you being so head strong to achieve your goals cause a myriad of hilariously disastrous dates, unexpected sparks, and a countdown that neither is ready for. 30 days to fall in love or fall apart. After all, all is fair in love and war.
â„warnings: set in the universe of How to Lose A Guy in Ten Days, comedy, sort of a crack fic???, drinking, swearing, dirty talk, eventual smut, some angst, Y/N is a love girl (sigh), Jungkook used to be a playboy (heavier sigh), fluff, Y/N basically torturing Jungkook, Jungkook will never surrender lmao, I watched the movie recently and I haven't been able to get this idea out of my head (like seriously I plotted out the entire fic in like three hours), you don't have to have seen the movie to get this fic.
â„disclaimer: Might be a bit before I start this fic, I want to get Wounds We Never Show a little further along before I decide to juggle two Jungkook fics (sigh). (Also sort of want to get an interest check on this fic hehe)
CHAPTER ONE
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Before I Leave You (Pt.76)
Summary: Your Pre-heat fever builds and builds and builds until it breaks.
Tags: forced caretaking, Preheat, scenting, nesting, mindless fluff, hurt/comfort, omega/omega content, possessive behavior, omegaspace, lactation kink, Jin's hormones briefly convince him that the m/c is his actual pup, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, tummy worship?, nipple play, manhandling, heavy petting, fingering, exhibitionism, jk gets a little pussy obsessed, slight jk focus, slick marking, a tiny bit of ass play, slight painplay, implied/foreshadowed womb fucking, hole check, gentle spanking, dom! namjoon, d/s,
W/c:Â 12.3k
A/n:Â so it's once again birthday pup time for me! i'm going to be turning twenty eight! i can't believe it's my birthday already! as with my usual birthday tradition- i have made a little amazon wish list. it's been three years since I first did this and my room is littered with the little things you guys have gotten me over the years. I still sleep under the big duvet you guys got me and it's my favorite thing <3 the love you guys give me during my birthday always leaves me feeling warm for months.
Previous part - Masterlist - First part
Jungkookâs whole face is parked between your thighs, sweaty cheeks, chiseled jaw resting uncomfortably against your hip bones, Curling locks and all.
Thatâs the first thing that alerts you to the pack's predicament when you begin to wake up the next morning in the heat nest. There are raised voices nearby. Someone is upset, not angry. But upset.
A wide back rumbles behind you, and the uneasy scents dissipate.
All of your stuffed animals are piled around you, your jellycats and the special extra soft ones that Jimin and Tae got you. You can distantly remember reaching for them sometime during the early morning and whining. Yoongiâs voice pitched low and sweet.
âThis one little lovely? How about this one?â a finger rubs against your cheek, running through your peach fuzz accompanied by a quiet hum of approval. âMy broody little omega, just wanna keep all your small and cute things safe huh? So soft and little. Just wanna show the alphas that you can take care of small things in your nest, right?â
You remember whining and nuzzling, trying to tell him without words (words are so so hard in omegaspace) that you didnât really care about showing the icky alphas resting too close in the hallway. All you care about is showing him.
Now as you wake, things are less simple. There are tense voices and scents all around you. A tangle of them no longer sour but still alpha. Jin has not let them into the nest yet but you're starting to need them- starting to think that even if they are icky you might as well justâŠbe close to them. Something small and furry and desperate claws for them in your chest. For Namjoonie, Hobi, Jiminie, and Tae Tae Tae- in your chest. A need that had been quiet yesterday but is loud today.
The need for her rises up now like a rabid animal. Tae Tae Tae. All in your head. At least you think it might be all in your head- you can feel your mouth moving and someone coming close. A silky pant leg brushes your thigh as she starts to move only to get held back.
"You shouldn't- Tae- Jin will get mad."
Your instincts quiet at the sound of them and you begin to wake. You're not in heat yet. Not yet, but the fever is building. A slow drip starting to spill out around the edges. The surface tension in your being trembling and twitching. Burning through you and turning your mind crumbly and hazy at the edges.
âHowâs her temperature?â You hear a distant voice ask. Joonie alpha. Your mind identifies.
You feel a wide familiar palm against your forehead. Your throat. âStill a little cold- thank you Jinnie- what a good omega keeping our pup warm.â More fluffy blankets get dumped on top of you and you feel like youâre buried beneath layers and layers of clouds. The shimmering delight on the edge of your instincts. a high keening sound and a low alpha growl.
They don't smell quite so rancid as they did yesterday but they still smell sour. You have a sinking feeling it has nothing to do with their pheromones or hormones and more to do with the moment. What theyâre discussing.
But what could they ever possibly have to be afraid of? Your alphas are awfully strong and protective of you. In a nest so lovely and so soft there is nothing that could possibly hurt you. Jinnie made it so well you're half convinced it could keep monsters out.
You feel a hiss building in your throat at the idea of a particular monster. Distant in your memories but never far for long. The ickiest of alphas. Never. You rub your face harder into the object to your left. A sensation- a finger trails down your scent gland, touching where it aches. Nudging a whine from your throat.
But there is nothing at all bad hereâŠBesides Kookie.
He's so sweaty and sticky that it's a little bit gross. It wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't laying all of his body weight into you and pressing his face anywhere your skin is bare. He clings, his hands sliding under your behind and hips to hold you close, face pressed to a spot that makes you shiver from the intensity, the sensitiveness, that every breath makes against your barely covered tummy.
Jungkook noses first into your navel and then lower. Little breaths of air and his chin tickling where youâre most sensitive. The scent of slick is cloying on the air, you have no idea if itâs his or yours or Jinâs. Â
Huh, That's a little strange.
Jungkook's not usually so clingy with you in the morning. Usually, he reserves this particular trend of endless nuzzling for the alphas. He's holding you so tight that you couldn't even squirm away if you wanted to, rubbing his cheek over and over again along your thighs, your stomach, your pussy.
He rubs his cheek along the space between your thigh and hip and purrs. Loud and rumbly, vibrating against your front. You reach down sleepy, brushing his hair away from his face. You wish the alphas would let him sleep- but the sound of tense voices is making you feel sensitive and whiney.
"I can smell it hyung, don't tell me you can't- and look at the way he's-â
Jungkook turns and snaps his teeth at them and they fall silent. You lift up your head a little.
Jin's perched on the edge of the nest half in Namjoonâs lap. The pack alpha leans against the doorway as Jin dozes against his throat. Tae mirrors them on the other side of the pocket French doors. Wrapped in a duvet from one of the decoy nests and clutching a steaming cup of coffee.
A glass jug of electrolyte mix sits between them and a few cups of coffee leave rings on the floor. Colorful plastic cups stacked nearby. Steam rising in sweet ribbons. Hobi stands there in the doorway, stretches, and yawns. Revealing inches of toned tummy that your eyes fixate on. Â Distantly you remember, "one sip of caffine isn't going to hurt Jinnie, Namjoon."
"Sorry pups- we didn't mean to wake you-" Tae is in bright red pj's, the kind patterned with small dark flowers, silky and impenetrable. You want them in the nest the second you see them. But- but-
You look down, and Jungkook's cheeks are just as red. Flushed and sweaty. His hips cocked at a weird angle; one leg hitched up in a position that looks wrong. He looks like heâs uncomfortable.
âKoo?â You ask, but he just lets out a small chirp. âWhat? Why are you-â
A hand in your hair makes you look up. Jimin is standing there, pursing his lips, looking down at you conflicted. Light streams in through a crack in the gauzy curtains, cutting across his waist, the spot where his shirt rides up on his hips revealing inches of honey skin and the line of his hipbones.
Your blunt omega teeth feel precariously sharp in your mouth. Two parts wanting and one part terror. Jimin, alpha, alpha in the nest. Alpha in the heat nest, alpha alpha alpha.
Jimin knows your terror, letting his shoulders slump and his scent spill out- unthreatening. Your panic eases away. âI was just fixing the curtains. They were making Jinnie uneasy.â The pack omega says nothing, settling up on Namjoonâs shoulder, looking like heâs falling asleep too. A strip of pale blue spring sky is visible only through the very top of the curtains.
âMinnie? Whatâs wrong with Koo? Why is he?â Jiminâs small smile falters, and you can tell he doesnât want to say it. Whatever it is that the alphas were talking about.
Behind you, a warm chest moves, it's Yoongi. Soft and firm against your back. His chest expanding buffers you like gentle waves during a summer storm, gentle and lulling. Itâs very hard to stay awake. So warm and so cuddled.
But JungkookâŠ
Your mate's voice is low in your ears, but his hand joins yours in pushing Jungkook's hair away from his sweaty face. Pinching his cheeks until Jungkook's tongue lolls out, licking Yoongi's fingers. It's lewd and it's hungry. You squirm back against Yoongi and at the smell of your slick.
So close to Jungkook's face, that you can't avoid it being scented on the air. A lax grin stretches Jungkookâs face, eyelashes fluttering, his smile dopey and out of it.
Yoongi's voice is rough from disuse, making your stomach swoop. Jungkook pushes against Yoongi's touch trying to get back to your stomach back between your legs. Chirping and trilling his displeasure. Trying to burrow and nuzzle through Yoongiâs hands unsuccessfully.
âKoo was feeling a little left out.â
âNo,â you whisper, your stomach dropping for a whole other reason. Surprise making you lucid. âReally?â
Jungkook blinks, pouting. A little dazed. âI fucking hate cramps. Hyung- let go-â Yoongi lets Jungkookâs face go and he plants himself right back between your thighs. Nuzzling and shuffling until you let him closer. His face lowers to get closer to where youâre most sensitive. You try and stop him but Jungkook growls and you quiet.
The alphaâs watch as Jungkook nuzzles between your legs, nothing more than a thin layer of fabric to keep the smell of slick and all of where youâre most sensitive from Jungkook. Cheek squished against your pussy, soft breaths tickling your inner thigh. Jungkook settles and huffs.
Jimin runs a finger down your cheek but you hardly notice, still looking down at Jungkook, an upset pout already forming on your face.
"Oh," you're almost teary-eyed with it. You can't imagine Jungkook feeling as sensitive, as scared, as needy as you feel. It's upsetting, the fact that your nestmate is feeling so- soâŠand you can't- that heâs going into heat and youâre not-
You understand why Jin got upset yesterday. Having nestmates is different than having alphas or mates. There is a special corner of your instincts dedicated to taking care of them that hates this; all going into heat at the same time.
A smaller more wicked voice whispers other things, facts you dare not voice;
If alpha knocks you all up at once then you can all be pretty and round in the nest together. You can get all sweet with milk at the same time as Jungkook and Jin. It would be so easy- being pupped with Jungkook and Jin. Your sensitive sensitive tummy feels so unsafe, like this, Jungkook sleepily pulling up your shirt so that all of the alphaâs can see.
You shouldnât be like this- you should both be belly down in the nest, you need to hide it from the alphaâs and leave it just for your nestmates to touch. Guarding you- that's what jungkook is doing. keeping your tummy safe from the alpha's until he deems you ready to be bred by them.
You want it. All of you safe and round and full, claimed by your alpha's in a way that sticks. You should stay close to him- make sure that alpha breeds him proper. All of them should breed Jungkook at least once just to make sure it takes.
Yoongi sets a hand over your stomach, and Jungkook tries to nip at it, to keep him away. Yoongi just pushes at his nose, a little playful. Jungkook grins, panting through his teeth. "Calm down pup, it's okay, Jungkook's gonna be fine. all three of your heats is nothing we can't handle."
Behind you, Tae snorts. hobi pinches her arm in repremand and she swats his hand away.
You nod wetly, but itâs hard to quiet your sniffles. Jimin leaves the nest, carefully stepping over the border so that he doesn't mess it up. Hoseok grabs his arm to steady him. Mindful of Jinâs boundaries that get momentarily tread over as Namjoon picks him up, helping with the aid of Tae and Jimin, to get Jinnie back into the nest.
With all of them looming over you, you feel incredibly small. looking and watching hungrily as they gently puppet the pack omega and lie him down. kind of on top of your plushie pile- but you don't mind- that's why you made it anyways. Jin sleepilly starts to tug them close, the soft and small things clutched to his chest.
The alpha's linger above you. looking down and watching. their feet depressing the nest where they stand.
Jungkook sighs against your thigh. "S'okay, at least now it's all of us together."
Omegaspace isnât something youâve seen on Jungkook as frequently as you would have liked. But thereâs a childish pout to his lips. Cute, that you want to kiss at. Want to nibble. "Alphas don't even need to help- just Jinnie and me and Yoomi."
That gets a laugh out of the rest of them, Yoomi is a new nickname for your mate that leaves him smiling a little. You look up at him, eyes drooping and struggling to stay awake. You happen to agree but words are hard so you just settle for purring. Behind Jimin, you can see Hobi watching, smiling.
Jimin leans around the doorway and raises his eyebrow at Jungkook, as far as he dares to go into the nest room without permission. "You'll be begging for my knot later for that pup."
Jungkook huffs, "Won't, promise, not gonna ask for an icky-smelling alpha."
Jimin cocks head, "Is that so? Then maybe I should only knot Jinnie and her if you're so sure you won't need it."
Jungkook seems to second guess himself, "hyung wait- you can knot me just not-"
"I'm just teasing."
Jungkook huffs, nuzzling back between your legs, "meanie"
It feels strange, not necessarily sexual- having Jungkook's face pressed between your legs. There's a zing of pleasure at the touch, sure, but Yoongi holds your hips and keeps you still so that Jungkook can get comfortable. Holding you stationary so that you won't move against the feeling of his nose nuzzling over your underwear.
His low voice is husky in your ear as he whispers, âThatâs it pup, let Jungkookie and then you can- there you go. No- No rubbing. Be a good pup and settle.â
You feel yourself clench weakly and when you open your eyes, Namjoon is watching you from the doorway. Eyes dark and scent unrepentantly sweet and musky. You donât mind him watching. The sight of all of his omegas in a heat nest is one that heâs allowed to indulge in. Tae too- wraps around his arm with her head resting on his shoulder.
Every minute the alphaâs are allowed closer, last night they werenât allowed in the doorway, now, one at a time in the nest. Itâs only a matter of time before all bets are off and theyâre all allowed here. Â
Jungkook settles once he finds the right spot on your plush thigh. His warm breath easing away the remaining ache in your core. The cramps are better now but not entirely gone yet. Your body preparing itself for your alpha's, making room for their cocks and their knots.
You wonder if you'll be able to take Namjoon's unprepped. You're almost dizzy with the thought of it. You wonder what it's going to feel like- having him fuck you through your heat along with Jungkook and Jin. Namjoon's knot would be the best- the exact things your cramps need. Soon the cramping will fade and the need to be filled will take its place, you can already feel it a little.
Namjoon watches Jungkook nuzzle, you part your thighs further to show and-
Yoongi's teeth bite into the back of your neck, the same second Jungkookâs clamp on your inner thigh, not hard- just enough for you to feel it.
Yoongi's words swallow your whine. "Calm pup- not yet- not until the pack omega says you can." Not until I say you can.
Even having the alphas a little too close could trigger your heat too soon. They're doing their best, trying to stay away. With Jin and Jungkook the risk of triggering a heat isn't quite so scary. But with you, itâs a little unpredictable. The last thing they want to do is have it come too quick.
Jungkook is a good omega. He won't let any alphas come close until Jin says so. Literally guarding your stomach and womb from a knot. It's a little cute, even if it is a little lewd. He grumbles out something unintelligible before he huffs one final time and goes back to sleep. Shuffling his hips, a little, legs splaying like he's trying to alleviate the ache there a little.
There is some murmuring, the rest of them talking over each other while you look down at Jungkook and comb through his hair, Yoongi's fingers dancing across his jaw, hovering on his lower lip, and Jungkook returns to nuzzling into your stomach.
âThree omegas in heat- how are we going to do this?â
Tae's hand grips Jimin's, squeezing hard as they stand in the nest. Namjoon fluffs a blanket over Jin's back. the pack omega's hands deftly tangling with a stuffed bunny you have. ordinarily- jin would never cuddle with your stuffed animals like this- but it fills you with a sense of soft chagrined. The pack omega can want these things, can like these things, nesting doesn't always have to be about protecting- it can just feel nice too.
It doesn't have to be scary, it's feeling less scary already. you don't mind that the alpha's are here, standing around you three and yoongi.
âWeâll manage, same way we always do.â She turns, hair fluffing, she's taken it out of her rollers already and it falls in soft waves. She looks soft, looks like she belongs in the nest. You're glad she's here. You crane your neck and Tae notices, stooping slightly to touch your cheek.
"Mommy alpha? Please?" you start, and behind you, Yoongi mutters a curse.
Tae says nothing, a gentle smile spreading her cheeks, touch your cheek. They're doing alot of that- you wonder why? Your cheeks feel awfully pink and feverish, sensitive there.
The alphas are starting to smell nicer, very very nice, not sweet and cloying like Jin and Jungkook- but musky and tempting. You nuzzle into Taeâs wrist, nose searching for more of the scent. Her fingers itch towards the back of your neck. A scruff would make you so pliant and docile- and she wants to hear you squeak and purr more- like last night.
But Jungkook sits up, eyes beady, snapping his teeth. His hiss loud, "Mine" he's crouched low, prepared to pounce, mouth cleaved open in a snarl- guarding the nest and you. Tae's eyes go wide and Namjoon grabs her around her wrist.
"Kookie-" Namjoon tries to start, but Jungkook just hisses again.
You feel like you're further along than Jungkook is in your pre-heat, the restlessness in you quieted to a tired hum. You comb your hands through his hair as the alpha's make themselves scarce. Tae sends you a long look over her shoulder, mouthing "Sorry pup."
Beside you. Jin sleeps on, a big big big stuffed animal of yours that you might have scented in a daze half asleep (sleep nesting- similar to sleepwalking) pinned under his body. Jin stays asleep unaware of the snapping and light squabbles. Chest rising and falling underneath a cut of sunlight.
The alphas take it in stride, giving Jungkook space. You doze in between minutes, turning sideways to tuck your face into Yoongi's throat and hide from the sunlight. The springtime sunshine streams through the window all yellow and golden. You listen to the distant thunder of your alpha's speaking. Yoongi shuffles out from under and behind you and whispers softly that he'll be back in a minute. You only grumble quietly, and listen to his conversation with the others in the hall.
The soft smacking sound of kisses. "Sorry did we-"
Jungkook nuzzles into your stomach. Distracting you from the conversation in the hall. "No, just need coffee,"
You close your eyes and breathe and when you open your them you can watch the dustmotes swirl above you. Catching the light.
"Thank you- I'm sorry we didn't-" Jimin cuts himself off.
"It's find- Koo just-" Yoongi makes a disconcerting noise. Not a trill but a question without an answer. "You okay?"
If Jimin answers, you can't see it. The world slipping away under the guise of sleep.
"Koo's is hitting quick." that sentence gets no answer. No acknowledgment.
Theyâre unsure when exactly it will hit either by tonight or tomorrow morning if youâre lucky. You donât need to ask what the alphas did last night, but as you listen to them in the hall- rolling up some blankets (a decoy nest sacrificed for a sleeping spot.)
You gather that either one or all of them slept outside of the door last night, guarding the door and keeping you safe from any potential intruders. The only people who are allowed to freely come and go is of course- Noodle and Yoongi.
You must nod off at one point, because the next time you wake Jungkook has pulled himself up a little, head resting just below your ribs and Jin is lifting his head up out from under your stuffed animal pile. Sighing sleepily he scents Jungkookâs preheat on the air, dragging himself close to rub a soothing hand down Jungkookâs back. Looking down at the other omega and biting his lips.
At the pack omega's closeness, jungkook's arms tighten around your waist. âTheyâre not going to hurt us Koo, you can let go.â Jungkook's arms only tighten around your waist further in answer.
âCanât! Something bad is gonna happen if I let go!â Jin sighs, and you try and tell him with your eyes that itâs fine- that Jungkook can stay right here like this if it helps him, you really donât mind.Â
He leans over you, pressing his nose to your scent gland but you make a noise and pull away. âYour face is scratchy.â
Jin sits back on his heels, rubbing at his face almost angry, frustrated âGod damn it.â
âCome on hyung you love my heats-â
Jin scoffs, âYeah but you-â he seems to get ahold of himself. He pulls himself over to your and Jungkookâs quiet cuddle. Your legs, Jungkook's, Jin's. You don't know why you're still so tired, even after sleeping the whole night and most of the morning away, exhaustion pulls you down like a lead weight.
The next time you come to your mate's hands pet through your hair and ask if any of you need anything. Yoongi feeds you sips of that electrolyte mix, rubbing across your jaw to get you to swallow down all of it. Clumsy with sleep, a bit of it dripping down your chin that Jungkook eagerly licks at. Lapping at the salt from your lips when you're done in reward.
But the three of you doze, three sleepy omegaâs in a nest with little care to the world of the clattering outside in the kitchen and the smell of cooking food. Bread maybe? Pancakes?
Something sweet and syrupy eventually gets pressed against your lips, a strong arm around your waist, a soft croon- one of your alphaâs but itâs hard to tell who that says, âOpen up- good puppy.â
Yoongi practices his massage on Jungkook- pushing aches out of all of you with his thumbs and his laughter. You and Jin share the heating pad after breakfast. Pressed first over Jinâs lap and then yours as you press closer and closer until your stomach is pressed up against Jinâs.
Nesting with them is sort of your favorite thing. You don't even mind that the alpha's have joined you in the nest during breakfast. They're still careful and they're still mindful. But it doesn't feel so scary- having them close.
To be pressed belly to belly with your pack omega makes you feel so small your eyelids droop further. Hands loosely tangled with Jin's shirt, his tank top too- one like Hobi's.
Hobi who gets up after breakfast, hair fluffed from a thorough scenting. Jungkook is really good at scenting, knows just how to rub his cheek into the alphaâs until theyâre blushing and smelling musky. Heâs very intent and particular with it and squirms closer and closer to them until Namjoon detangles him and tells him off.
Hobi sees a break in it and leaves the nest, something you're not allowed to do. Every time you even think to shift away from Jin, he tugs you closer.
âPup, my pup,â Jinâs going in and out of lucidity, and he cradles you to his chest, eyes dark pools, pupils completely dilated. Hands grasping at your waist, your back, the back of your neck urging you lower, not too low- not in that way.
Jin stops around his heart, tugging you to his chest. Whining. âPup too tiny, pup needs- I need-â
He holds you there, hand around the back of your neck. Your lips smushed against his skin. Your face pressed to his chest so close you can feel every thump of his heartbeat. You don't understand what Jin is trying to get you to do, at least not immediately.
Yoongi is there, itâs a good thing that heâs there. he takes Jinâs hands away from you and squeezes them. You blink blearily- unaware of just what Jin hints at, his whines of distress and near chirps that Yoongi shushes.
âJinnie, baby- she is not actually your pup, youâre not-â He sounds stressed. You want to tell him that you donât mind but your words are hard to summon. Jin smells so good, his milky cream omega scent impossibly bright against your nose, almost citrussy.
âYou donât have milk sweet thing.â
You know that the instincts to protect and provide for pup and packmate get a little crossed in heats and ruts- but you never imagined that Jin would want to. Your toes curl, and full-body shivers erupt on your skin. Your eyes shoot open, immediately making eye contact with Yoongi- who looks stricken with something that looks an awful lot like arousal. Jin's chest heaves beneath you and he starts to tear up. Lower lip wobbling.
The heat beneath your skin bubbles up to meet him, and soon you'll melt away into nothing but sticky goey omega- you're sure of it. The embarrassment you feel at his urging is only quieted by the comfort you find in his touch, the way he holds you steady and tight. Almost captive. The idea of Jin- of your pack omega- doing that is-
Jin's big eyes are filling with tears, you have no doubt heâd be stomping his feet if he was standing if Yoongi wasnât gently whipping those same tears away. Is this omegaspace? Is this what Jinnie looks like when he falls soft and sweet just as you do?
You have to help, you have to make him stop crying, filling the air with a rancid scent that's so different from his usual scent that it makes you want to cry too.
You nuzzle closer to his throat, where he's still sweet sweet milky. Lying your weight on his chest, he hisses at the sensitivity of having his nipples brush your shirt and you whimper too. Equally as sensitive there. Your hormones spiking wildly.
But you follow your instincts and the animal lurking beneath your skin that tells you to get your mouth on your pack omega and suck. Suckling on Jinnieâs scent gland, squishy and swollen under your teeth. Worrying away at it between your teeth.
That seems to settle him a bit, he goes lax under you almost instantly, sighing, coming up to cup the back of your head, urging you closer until you go dizzy with it. "Good omega- good little pup." Yoongi wipes a little saliva from your cheek, and your eyelashes flutter.
"The alphas- the alphas next- have to make sure everyone is taken care of- have to s'my pack, my pups." Jinnie babbles.
You wait until he settles and falls back asleep before you stop sucking at his skin and sit up. A little hazy at the edges. Pulling away. You've left several small red marks in your wake.
Youâre starting to feel a little restless. Yesterday youâd thought that you could spend the rest of the month asleep and now? Now you fidget. Every time you try and leave the nest the alphas are there, corralling you back to it but you canât help it. You want to look closer at Jinâs decoy nests in the hall, and the kitchen. You want to hunt down Noodle and maybe brush him a little. Brush him and give him treats and keep him closer and-
You hear the others smile when you say that, babbling mindlessly about this and that. And you know that itâs just your omegan nesting instincts, theyâre the same instincts that you feel when you braid Jungkookâs hair, Taeâs too- perched on the edge of the nest. Keeping it away from their faces. Pressing your body along Taeâs side, hands guided by Jungkook, the three of you eat more breakfast to bulk up for the heat, for when you'll want little else but to fuck and be fucked.
But when your bellies are well and truly full, you roughhouse and play as pups do.
Jungkook pushes you down as you tease him by biting into his watermelon before he has a chance to steal the best bite, and he leans low to nip, imitating an alpha growl. Itâs a way youâve play wrestled before, an imitation of the way that Hobi and Jimin and Namjoon fight.
Only sometimes with Tae, less since sheâs transitioned and she's deemed herself too delicate for alpha wrestling. You happen to agree.
She doesn't feel delicate when she drags you back by your hips, ignoring the way that they splay almost curious, when she lands a swat over your behind. Not that Jungkook gets any better treatment. Sides drawn over Namjoon's lap, giggling and squirming as half a dozen swats are dispensed over his behind. Just as zoomy as you are. Zoomy but sleepy.
The alphas are keeping an eye out for any sexual contact. âYouâll make it come too quick Koo- for both of youâ Namjoon picks up Jungkook and put him back in the nest, away from you and not in the hall. Pouting up at your alpha.
"But hyung- we need to do something other than nap."
"Fine, you can go to the kitchen," Jungkook had perked up at that, "but not a walk Koo, I'm serious, if you were to go for a run right now, I'm not sure all of us could hold Jiminie back."
instincts chaff in strange ways. things that never would ordinarily irritate your alphas turn into grand offenses. like Clanging from the kitchen that comes with a loud shout and puttering feet. as if on queue jimin shouts from a room over.
"The mailman! The fucking mailman just put stuff in our mailbox! I should- I could-"
Tae leans out the door to shout down the hallway. Far away you hear noodle hiss- somewhat agreeing with Jiminâs frustrations.
"Jiminie- calm down, he's just doing his job, he's not here for our omega's."
Our omega's. You like the sound of that. You like the way Tae says it. 'Ours' has a nice ring to it. Relinquished briefly from your exhaustion and with permission- You and Jungkook are free from the nest- enough movement to sate your zoomies.
But not before a bath.
The alphas corral you one by one. You first, Jin second, and Jungkook last into the bathroom upstairs.
You're carried by Jimin and placed there (he almost drops you on the stairs because of how you nuzzle into his throat, his sensitive spot between his collar bones, and the skin over his pulse point is so tempting you can't resist a little nibble.) Tae follows close behind, watching the way your eyebrows pull together, peaking over Jimin's shoulder, teeth buried in his collar bones, and laugh. "Is Minnie yummy baby?"
You just bite down harder, and Jimin curses. His hands and arms remain firm and wrapped around you. Jimin would never drop you.
Huh, you should exploit that.
The shower is unexpectedly docile. Your wandering hands kept from wandering anywhere fun by Jimin's touch around your wrists. he holds you still no matter how much you whine and try to pull them out of his hands. You want to touch but they won't let you.
You try to peer at their knots but Tae picks up your chin and makes you look at just Jimin. You blink water out of your eyes. Jimin puts both your hands in one of his fists and then pushes his wet hair back from his face.
"If you look at us like that pup- what happens next won't be good. We have to make your heat come gentle."
"Gentle" you parrot weakly. Dazed. Shivering beneath the warm spray.
You whine and fight, but Jimin knows- senses you're doing it not to get away but because you like being held, like being manhandled and told what to do. You like the physical reminder that youâre not in control. It's like the play fighting- an imitation of something instinctual.
You squirm until you give in. Tae asks you to move and you move without thinking. Tae asks you to lift your arms and you lift your arms. Every âgood pupâ makes your brain hazy and your skin hum. Their pheromones are so thick in the air that you swear you can see them swirl. So close and confined to your alpha's your brain falls into a fugue state, almost trancelike.
Tae soaps up your body, cleaning you efficiently, trying not to linger, but it's hard when you keen at every touch, especially your chest, jolting in sensitivity. "I'm sorry pup- oh you're achy here? Mommy promises to kiss them better later." You like the idea of that. You curl close in Jimin's arms while Tae washes your hair. Hissing at every faint brush to your chest.
Places on you are sensitive that never were sensitive before. Your lower back, your chest, your throat. Tae drags the soap into circles and it feels like you spiral down and down. You know you'll be able to scrape together your brain later, but every time you go down into omegaspace it gets a little bit harder to come up for air. Your tether on your lucidity is flimsy at best. As effervescent as soap bubbles.
Jimin gives you light kisses for every order that you follow. his grip on your wrists slowly loostens until he's drawing your arms around his neck and holding you under your behind. "can't have you slipping pup." he says, voice low.
Jimin like you, has trouble speaking through his instincts. but when you open your eyes, he's watching you, keeping you steady and still for tae's touch.
and touch she does, indulging in it. soapy fingers dip low and scrub, inefficent but slow. a soft pleasure that warms you from the inside out, your stays perfectly relaxed. even as you mewl softly. jerking when tae uses the detachable showerhead to wash away the soap suds.
It feels sort of good- getting to scent and talk to and see Tae and Minnie one-on-one like this. Even if seeing them is more like falling asleep under the spray and talking to them is more like whining for your mommy until she gives you stupid chaste kisses to your cheek or forehead.
You tell her they're stupid kisses if they're not on your lips, and she rewards you with a raised eyebrow.
Omegaspace is deceptively hard to get out of, so you stop trying.
Eventually, the water stops falling around you and they help you out, drying off your body with your eyes closed. Arms loosely wound around Jiminâs neck. Tae pinches your cheeks, and you open your eyes before you open your mouth.
You feel like you're hearing everything through water. Yoongi is there and so is Namjoon, watching you with dark eyes, neither afraid nor hungry. tae says something that slips in one ear and out the other. Yoongi holds clothes for you. Just a single shirt, no pants or underwear.
Your body is too sensitive, and won't take or tolerate any more clothes than that- and only if it's his. It will get worse when you're in heat and your body won't be able to take anything touching it but the softest pillows.
Tae pinches your cheeks open gently. There is an orange bottle sitting there on the counter gathering condensation. Dark ink on the side reads 'for emergency uses only.'
You make eye contact with him as Namjoon puts the pill on your tongue.
Feeds you a bit of water, and closes your mouth, stroking your throat until he feels you swallow.
Bitter, It tastes bitter, rancid almost. Your body does not want whatever this pill offers- that you're sure of. You try to fight it, try to pull back, and spit it out. Jimin's rough fingers stroke your throat.
Namjoon puts a hand over your mouth so that you can and Namjoon growls low. "Swallow." You feel the command in your belly, your knees go weak, and you swallow without thinking. They let you go, Jimin sets you down, but still has to hold you up, your legs shaking like a newborn fawn.
"Was that?" You ask, dazed. Your words not making much sense. Yoongi puppets your arms through the holes of a shirt, pulling your wet hair out, stopping it from sticking to the back of your neck like he knows you hate.
"A contraceptive." Namjoon says, "We just have to be sure." You take greedy breaths of his scent. When he takes you from minnie, holding you up. Dizzy, unable to stand if he wasnât holding you.
"I know pup, I know. Jinnie and Jungkook have to take them too." And when your whines don't cease. "One day" he promises. The rest of your alphas cast dangerously hungry looks over the top of your head.
But things like children, like pups, are not something you've discussed in any detail and with any certainty. Maybe with Yoongi and Tae every now and then. But you havenât talked about pups like the rest of them have. Not lucidly. You're not thinking clearly right now, you only want pups because of the heat. No other reason.
Still, you pout up at Namjoon upset. Even while he carries you back downstairs, through the quiet house, past noodle sleeping belly up in his favorite window spot, past your shoes organized neatly by the door and to the heat nest. His arms hardly strain as he gets on his knees and then puts you down.
You keep your arms around his neck, looking at him, and Namjoon lets you.
âMad at me?â You ask, eyes wide and worried, âdon want Joonie to be mad at me.â You are so sensitive and sweet in omegaspace.
Namjoon is keenly aware of Yoongi behind him, heâs still a little angry about the car thing. But Namjoon just rubs his cheek against yours in an attempt at mollifying you. âNever mad at you- promise. Never.â
He tries to pull back but you don't let him. The nest is empty except for Jungkook, watching the two of you with wide dark eyes. You think Jinnie must be in the kitchen with your alpha's. You can hear them talk, hear Jin hiss, "I don't need you to carry me Minnie- yes I'm sure."
Namjoon cocks his head at you. Blinking softly. âWould aâŠâ you nuzzle, and Joonie temporarily quiets, his scent thickening as you shuffle forward and settle onto his lap. âWould a punishment help?â
âPuppishmentâ Jungkook giggles from nearby, hair all ruffled and mused from rubbing his face into some of your plushies. He must like the way that the word fits in his mouth because he says it again and again, in a little singsong voice. âPuppishment pupishment pupishmentâ he giggles, and you join in laughing.
Namjoon smiles, looking down at the two of you, setting a hand on either of your heads and petting through your hair, you and Jungkook giggle and press your cheeks together. Your giggles quiet and you peer up at Yoongi in the doorway, sipping at a cup of something (coffee maybe? because he hadn't slept well last night- too busy watching over you) waiting until he nods. Giving you permission.
âMaybe? Gentle? just a little pupishment.â Namjoon hums, agreeing.
You go easily and without any squirming, draped over his lap. No need to pull anything down, no panties, nothing underneath your big shirt. At last one of your alpha's is letting you go belly down. You cling to Namjoonâs thighs, almost dizzy with it- the vulnerability and safety in your position.
You can feel yourself dripping, ever so slightly onto your upper thigh and probably Namjoon's leg. you are always so wet and now is no exception. Namjoon has to notice, his fists tightening for a second at the strength it takes him to hold back.
You can feel his restraint in every touch as he starts to rub, taking gentle handfuls of your behind in his big hands, groaning deep.
âGentle huh? You just want it soft like that right? Soft like you are. thats why you let us do everything for you right? You just want everything soft and good and sweet like you.â
You suddenly cling to Namjoonâs thigh under your chest, almost looking back at him, tucking your face into the covers of the nest and breathing out at the intensity as he strokes over your behind, up and down.
The actual spanks arenât anything like youâve gotten before. Namjoon simply lays his hand against your skin a little quicker than a gentle touch. It makes more noise than anything else. And yet your fingers tangle weakly with the nest as he goes. He doesnât even make you count them.
He doesnât spend time touching you there or lower to tip you over into outright arousal although even with his restraint youâre embarrassingly close to cumming by the time he pulls back and sets his hand gently over your warmed bottom. Not even pink heâs been so gentle.
He flips you over, and you stare up at him, eyes dazed and glassy. Itâs almost like heâs trying to make sure you donât get too worked up. Despite the half-hardness you can feel first pressing into your stomach, and now, hard and long against your spine. Namjoon isn't rushing this.
Namjoon doesn't pull your shirt down yet, hiked up to just under your breasts. You rub your knees together and his nostrils flare at the smell of slick, he glances down, then back up at you. Your toes curl.
Jk lunches forward to nip at your ankle. Giggling softly. Jk leans his head between your legs and looks.
Namjoon sets his palm against your stomach, and you hiccup. Namjoonâs hands are so big his thumb and pinky stretch from hipbone to hipbone. Your waist is hardly dainty- not anymore- but you feel utterly small when Namjoon looks down at you, jaw rolling, growling out husky, âbetter?â
You nod, unable to speak or else risk something- some confession of plea that youâre not ready for. Your alpha continues to touch you, your soft belly, mindless swirls of his fingers. Until your heavy breathing quiets. Your alpha- touching you where youâre going to get bred, where heâs going to fill you. Makes you feel like a butterfly pinned to a piece of cardboard.
"Do you think you could tolerate a hole check without cumming?" Namjoon asks, looking conflicted.
"A hold check? Why?" You're still dizzy. "Aren't you going to be in my hole soon anyway?" Yoongi barks a surprised laugh and Namjoon's adam's apple bobs.
"With Jin and Jungkook we've done this enough that we know they've got like a few hours given-" Namjoon swallows, "how they are. But you've slept so much, we don't really know and-" Namjoon pets softly over your stomach. Yoongi is still watching from the door, hiding his smile with wordlessness from the door.
"Your cervix will start to open up so that you can take our knots extra extra deep. But it will only open if you're nearly there."
"Why- why check now?" you ask, you hiccup, sort of overwhelmed. "Not that I don't want to just-"
Yoongi answers from the door. "It means the difference between the alpha's sleeping in the nest or not tonight. That's why Namjoon is asking." He takes a sip, "We should also know, just like- generally- so that we're not surprised." You look at the window, almost dizzy when you realize it's already dark. You are losing time slipping out of your fingers.
You lift your head, shakey. Nodding, flipping back over onto your stomach, and giving Namjoon permission. Yoongi gets in the nest, and on the back of your neck rubbing soothingly.
Namjoon wastes little time. You sigh at the feeling of his fingers filling you- that- yes that is exactly what you want. "Good pup, relax for me" It's hard, and you whimper.
But Namjoon's fingers crook deep, past the first knuckle and all the way to the second. His fingers feel so long and thick inside of you. You clench a little, trying to pull him deeper. You're so tender and hot inside. Yoongi can see it on Namjoon's face the second it registers precisely what your heat feels like from the inside out.
You feel Namjoon Press against something usually hard that has turned spongey and pliable and so so sensitive. So sensitive that it makes your clit twitch against his pant leg, just a little. Jungkook laughs, and you realize he's ducking low, watching.
"Cute"
You whine and squirm and Yoongi whispers sweet nothings to you. Namjoon pets, moving his fingers. Namjoon presses again and after a brief moment of pressure, he slips through. "There we go pup- all nice and open for us, won't be long now."
The hole check is over before it really even begins. Yoongi crouches over you whispering endless praises as Namjoon asks Jungkook where he'd like your slick to go in the nest. It will be soaked with it in no time, but jk still asks for it to be pressed to his tummy.
You watch them, cheeks warming. Watch as Namjoon smears it over Jungkook's soft stomach. A claiming mark if ever there was one.
Jin teeters to the entrance, looking round and pink-cheeked and substantially plied with food. Waddling with Hobi close behind. Jin's gaze darts from you to Namjoon and back again.
"How long?" Of course, Jin knows, knows exactly what Namjoon has done and why.
"Tonight," Namjoon says. Eyes fixated on the pack omega. "probably not until much much later, we can probably sleep so long as nothing triggers her." He turns to Kookie. "You hear that Koo? No funny buisness, alright? You've got to be extra gentle over the next few hours."
Jungkook just blinks up at Namjoon, albeit coquettishly.
Jin goes for a shower next. But it takes significantly more finagling to get him upstairs than it did for you. Youâd never imagine that youâd be the obedient one- given your biting and squirming and whining. But you watch them wrangle Jin as Yoongi goes and gets a towel and a brush for your hair. The two of you are gentle and quiet even if the pack omega is anything but.
The truth is, you and Jungkook are purely entertained.
Jin grips the door frame hard enough that the wood creeks, knuckles turning white. While Hobi and Namjoon both try to get him to leave the next, unsuccessfully. Jinâs body jerks and then his head as he lifts his lip and hisses. Somehow he manages to look cute doing it.
"Why you little- donât you dare tickle me Hoseok." It takes all four of your alphas and eventually your mate to get him upstairs. You grin at them from the nest and watch them struggle.
âI swear to god Namjoon I will scruff you if you try and order me around.â
"Hyung, we both know you'd enjoy it."
Having Namjoon be the bait makes it deceptively easy to corral your plucky little pack omega upstairs to deal with his 5 o'clock shadow and messy hair. Namjoon runs and Jin hunts him down. You wonder if this is how Jin was when he was younger. All mouthy and bratty.
Jungkook usually doesn't feel his grooming instincts too intensely, but the trembling in his muscles stops once he gets the brush in his hand.
You get a little lucid, just a little- while the alphaâs arenât in the room. the air clearing from their scent. Jungkook sits behind you and brushes your hair. Tugging you close until you're sitting in his lap. Jungkook feels very very warm behind you. Warmer than usual. The shivers and goosebumps on your skin is concerning and your body still isn't self-regulating correctly. but it's a distant worry with jungkook so close and so warm, pressed hard against your spine.
âWhat are your heats like Kookie?â
Jungkook just shrugs, dragging the brush through your hair gently, tugging out the tangles with a practiced ease. âI donât know, just like fuckin and cuddling I guess.â
You laugh, cheeks warm, and you can feel the start of it. A subtle swelling need in your stomach, a feeling that has you wanting to protect it and get belly down in the nest where no one can touch it.
No one except Jin and Jungkook and your mate. They'd probably be safe. They'd probably give you belly rubs.
Jungkookâs heat is hitting a little quicker. His body fighting to catch up to yours and Jinâs. You sit in his lap while he combs your hair. Your legs out in front of you, socked feet pushing at the edge of the nest.
At least until Jungkookâs hands get curious.
They skim first over your shoulders, lightly combing your hair into a loose order, then down your back to your waist. The big shirt no pants combo makes you squirm when Jungkookâs hands go around to your front.
Your back arches into his hands, "Sensitive?" he asks, all but pinching your chest between his fingers, massaging gently, feeling where you're big and plush.
"Yeah- they're like- super tender." He hums behind you but doesnât stop his pinching. Keeping your body taught. You let Jungkook do what he wants with you, dizzy and susceptible to your need to be good and feel good. He cups your chest in his hands, running his palms up and down them- feeling their weight and their give. You don't stop him, you let him touch.
This is what your omega nestmates are for. To check, to make sure your body is safe just like Namjoon did. You have no doubt that if any of the alpha's do anything that Jungkook doesn't like- he'll tell them.
But Jungkook does like it when you squirm and squeak.
You chirp when Jungkook's hands go greedy, rolling your nipples between his fingers. tugging on them gently. His brain is getting away from him- because Jungkook would never talk this way ordinarily. You know very well that he doesn't want pups and yet- his brain and instincts will temporarily convince him that he wants something different.
"Wanna see these swollen with milk for pups, want alpha to put a pup in you, want him to breed both of us so that we can nest together with our tummies-" He giggles, cute, in omegaspace but so lewd with it. "You'd taste so sweet here, I want it- please-"
The idea of havingâŠmilk, of letting your pack omega and nestmate feed from you- makes you feel hot and tingly all over. You don't know if Jin put this idea in your mind and jungkook's or if they're both always like this.
You squirm, trying to get away from Jungkook and tell him that this isn't being a good pup and you know it. But before you can- Jungkook's teeth bite into the nape of your neck. Scruffing you and turning you limp and doll-like against his front. Your head goes fuzzy and you stop squirming, completely boneless.
You feel dizzy, so dizzy at it. he doesn't stop his pinch and pull rythem and you wonder why you ever wanted to stop Jungkook, not when it feels so good having his hands on you, so warm. He lets go of your neck with a hum. licking his teeth when they pop free from your skin.
Jungkook's hands are free to inch lower- past the hem of your shirt and between your thighs. Past your tummy and past your pussy, down low.Â
Lower than the alphas would like but there are no alphas here, just you and Jungkook and the nest.
You try to back up into him as his fingers tease, wet with slickness from the first brush. Â You wonder if you're leaking a lot already- if you're going to get all wet and messy with your heat. You're already so much wetter than Jungkook and Jin get normally. You're glad that Jin put down some waterproof blankets on the bottom of the nest. It's so embarrassing.
(If only you knew. Jungkook's salivating and he's not even an alpha. Waring with the idea of keeping you close on top of him like this, or detangling himself from you to have a taste. To bully his way back between your thighs like he woke up this morning. He should have taken it while he had the chance. He wants to taste your sweetness, your willingness to be bred, the fertility of your heat hot and sweet on his tongue. He knows the alpha's will go crazy for it. They always do.)
âCanât wait for Alpha to put his knot in your puphole and make you cry, you're so pretty when you cry, wish I had a knot too- it's so so so unfair.â His fingers continue to move, your toes scrunch, at the pleasure, back arching.
âWhich one?â
"Which what?"
"Which hole," you ask shyly. About to close your legs until Jungkook pinches and squeezes at your thighs. His fingers dimple in the fullness there. Opening you wide and pinching until you leave them that way- open and ready for the taking.
You eye the door warily. From the sound of it- your pack is preoccupied with wrangling Jinnie upstairs. but the door is open, anyone could walk by and see your pussy spread open like this. like this- you are jungkook's to display and taunt the alpha's with.
Jungkook presses the pads of his fingers over your entrance. Pinky rubbing low until you squirm from a new kind of sensitivity.
âAll of them. This one too.â
You squirm, and Jungkookâs fingers continue their small movements, itâs not like heâs fingering you, but his finger ghosts over your hole, then the other. Clean and soft and damp with slick from where your pussy dribbled down, both entrances sensitive and wet and achey.
His purr builds behind you as he feels and feels and feels. Exploring. His voice is warbly and deep from the purr. "I wish I had two pupholes like you do. Girl omegas are so lucky- can take so many knots at once. Knots are so cute and chubby, wanna bite âem."
You giggle and he joins you. Two omegas and a singular fever building between you. Neither of you are thinking straight. Neither in omegaspace nor out of it. "I don't think the alphas would appreciate that."
His fingers tread higher, pressing into your clit until you jerk, rubbing up and down it so that your happy scent bleeds higher and higher. Jungkook pinches, and you try to grab his wrist. Gasping and jerking forward.
Jungkook tugs gently, back and forth, just like with your nipples and it's almost like he's trying to milk you there. your socked feet push at the nest but jungkook holds you and you can't get away from it. it's too much. The pleasure pain need of it is so intense you see black spots in your vision.
You're a little panicked, âKoo- koo- can't- please- theyâll be angry.â
âLet them be.â
But after another tug, He lets your clit go and you jerk, resting back against his front. Hiccuping. Jungkook's fingers stay like that between your legs, urging little 'ah ah ah's from your throat. But he doesn't get quite so rough with you again. This time- Jungkook stays soft.
Wetness and the sweetness of slick slowly building and building- not just from you. Jungkook stops teasing you quite so bad and just leaves his fingers at the precipice of entering you. Plugging up the slick and keeping it from dripping out. Resting his fingers just there inside of you, almost like reverse cockwarming. Like he's keeping your hole warm and stretched around his fingers. Ready for the alpha's later.
It's a little maddening. Having him just touch but not move. Have him guard your holes and settle back. There's very little satisfaction in it.
Sweat drips down your temple, Jungkook leans forward to nuzzle it and lap at your cheek.
You're still like that, legs splayed so that Jungkook can play with you and on display When Namjoon and Yoongi round the corner into the nest room.
You jolt at the sudden surprise and try to close your legs, but Jungkook keeps them open with messy fingers. Slick turning your skin glossy when Jungkook holds your thigh open. Yoongi's chest heaves, and he curses low, "Jesus Koo you-" Yoongi actually laughs. Rubbing at his face, cheeks pink.
Namjoon is not amused, eyes going dark. Especially once Jungkook takes his fingers away and lets you gush, just a little. A barely visible trail of slick dripping from one hole to the other as they watch. Yoongi's Addams apple bobs as he swallows.
Namjoon's wearing a dark red mark on his collarbone (probably from Jin given once he caught him) The top of his shoulders crested with faint wetness like he'd unintentionally gotten stuck under the spray of the shower upstairs. But Namjoon looksâŠsteamy. Steaming with anger once Jungkookâs fingers tread lower. He takes your slick and feeds it back up to your fluttering entrance.
It's sort of hot, you clench around Jungkook's fingers and both of them- both Namjoon and Yoongi look, watching. Yoongi covers his mouth, "fuck Jungkook you can't-"
You can feel Jungkookâs grin pressed to the back of your neck, you know what his eyes look like- owlish over the top of your head. Namjoon glares from the doorway, as Jungkook's fingers just barely tread inside and you mewl softly. jungkook spreads his fingers, Holding you open and showing your alpha and your mate how warm and wet you are. Don't they want a taste? Don't they want to feel inside? Jungkook can feel and itâs ////heavenly.
Namjoon's foot depresses the edge of the nest. âTouching what isnât yours Koo?" Namjoon shakes his head, jaw rolling. "You know better.â
Jungkook does not go easily. Namjoon ends up having to call for backup. Jimin almost slips coming down the stairs. The wooden thud of his ass connected with a step resounding through the house.
Things go from being good to being scary to being good again so fast it gives you whiplash.
Yoongi helps you sit up on your thighs, still too shakey to stand. You donât need to be held while Jungkook twists and rolls out of Namjoon and Jiminâs hold laughing all the while. The alpha's groan in frustration, unable to get their arms around him for long, unable to subdue him. Both of you watch, Yoongi leans down to kiss your forehead, "You okay?" you shift, uncomfortable. And he produces a wipe from somewhere a hidden stash of clean-up items in the rim of the nest. "Messy there?" he knows you so well. Hands it over rather than clean you himself. Although it's mostly a lost cause.
Jungkook laughs and rolls again while Namjoon curses. Cheekâs pink, scent sweetening while being chased. âEvery timeâ Yoongi informs you, âevery time- every heat- Jungkook makes the alphaâs chase him.â His giggle warms your back.
 Jimin tries to get his hands around Jungkookâs wrists but he twists and twists and twists.
You giggle from the nest, at their frustration, at how Jungkookâs clearly enjoying himself. Dodging their hands. But then thereâs Tae, there by the door, Crossing her arms and waiting expectantly. All but tapping her slippered foot. Staring down at him completely unimpressed.
It takes them a second to spot her. Jimin does first, straightening up immediately once he spots her glower. Jungkook does not spot her as quickly sliding to the floor with his hands around Namjoonâs waist, grinning, cheeks pink and eyes hazy. Almost pulling his pants down with how tight he grapples with him.
"Jungkook.â
Jungkook looks up, face going pale, shooting to his feet in front of her. Not flinching when she reaches out and pinches his nape. Jungkook lets her and whines through it. âThere we go pup, you just needed someone to make you listen huh? Come upstairs. Now.â Jungkook follows, as if in a trance. Unable to tear his eyes away from her. Obediently holding her hand, looking scolded and mildly scared.
Your mate huffs and leans over to scoop you closer, but you squirm. Remembering his promise to let you go outside of the nest once you'd showered.
âTae is kinda scary when she wants to be.â
âYeah,â you sigh, staring after her lovingly.
âDo you think you could eat some more breakfast?â
âMaybe.â You say, and Yoongi smiles sweetly. With his arms around you, it's the calmest you've felt, the gentlest you've felt all morning. It's not like omegaspace- although you know you're in it, as you whine against his throat.
Yoongi smiles, âIâll take that. Câm on.â
You know what awaits Jungkook upstairs, a spanking over the clothes and not under because that would be giving in too much. And any more would surely send Jungkook hurtling straight past pre-heat and into heat.
Jungkook doesnât understand what the big deal is, itâs going to be a shit show anyways, with three omegas in heat and only 5 packmates to help them through it. It means that no one will be offered a full heat spike of time in between knotting's. Even less because Yoongi doesnât have a knot (obviously) and probably wonât be able to help as much with Jungkook and Jin like he used to.
Judging from the way you wrap yourself around his back and stubbornly refuse to go anywhere- heâll be preoccupied during your heat. You stare at Yoongi as he guides you to the kitchen, bumping into the couch and the walls because you donât want to stop looking. Hobi laughs, coming around you, guiding you away from the lamp. He doesnât ask what youâre doing out of the nest. He already knows. Heâs toting Jin behind him- who looks sleepy and soft and scrubbed raw.
He doesn't talk, probably can't with the strength of his purrs as Hobi sits him down at the kitchen island and starts feeding him. You stubbornly refuse to sit anywhere but Yoongi's lap. A predicament that Yoongi is only too happy to have himself in. Enough that Hobi leans over and teases you with a pinch to your scent gland.
âHuh, maybe you wonât even need us, just want your mate huh?â
âJinnie and Yoongi and Koo- please Koo,â you parrot, feeling small. Eyes upturned at Yoongi, asking him so nicely for it that he can't help but squeeze around your waist extra tight. You let out a little squeak. As if on cue from upstairs, you hear a loud shout, a tumble, a giggle. Probably the alpha's manhandling Jk into the tub and Jungkook making them work for it.
Yoongi is quite plainly using your squishy-at-the-edges state to ply you with enough fruit to fill your tummy and hopefully tide you over. Getting you to eat over the next few days will be difficult, and heâs trying (and succeeding) to fatten you up in the meantime- just a little.
Most of the food and fruit- the pack's usual rut and heat staples, were prepped yesterday by the others during Yoongi's staring match with the street. The food is mild enough that it wonât bother your stomach.
You are utterly obedient whenever he holds out a piece of food, lips closing around his fingers, chewing and looking up at him, listless almost not blinking. The next time he feeds you- you bite down past the fruit and onto his fingers. Jin has to lean over to pinch your jaw to get you to let go. "Sorry," you say, licking your teeth. Aching and aching and aching. "Didn't mean to just-"
"It's okay." Yoongi just wipes his fingers on a nearby cloth, "You can bite me all you like."
"Can I?" you ask, almost excited for it.
"Of course, I'm yours." You purr, and park for face in Yoongi's throat, and really- it works against him, because now he can't get you to eat anymore, can't until he sighs and starts to pop the buttons on his sleep shirt. "There, happy now?" You suck hickey after hickey onto Yoongi's chest. Echoing each mark for a bit of food.
Hobi leaves because Tae calls for him, not upstairs but from the nesting room, leaving you, Jin, and Yoongi to eat. Eventually, you push at Yoongi's hands, nudging him to the pack omega. Jin eats slowly, eyes on you, pink-cheeked and slow. You're starting to burn a fever and Yoongi and Jin both know it won't go away.
"How will I know when my heat's hitting?" You'd asked earlier, "You'll know" is all Jinnie had said.
When the fruit is maybe half finished you start to hear it- some shouting from the other room. Not Jungkook, not even Hobi who returned upstairs to give Jungkook the remainder of his bath but is coming down now. Jungkook like you- had refused all but one item of clothing at this point. Is only in shorts. Yoongi does not let you scent him as you walk by. Joining the sound of Jimin, Namjoon, and Tae arguing in the other room.
It's a little silly when you see.
They've got the pack's sex toy boxes open in front of them, knots and cocks and dildos all laid out on the edge of the nest, big ones and colorful ones and ones with knotting attachments. The pack doesn't see these things as their replacement but as their best asset in heat.
And yet, they bicker.
"There's just no way- I know you want to do this heat all-natural hyung. But we won't be able to."
"Not unless we take fucking Viagra or something." Tae doesnât laugh, a clawed hand over her face.
"No way, no one is taking anything. Mini- we can make due."
"My knot is gonna fall off hyung."
"It is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
They're all overtired, instincts awake and exerted, just the same as you. Yoongi steps through you and Jin to go comfort them at the same moment that Hobi lets go of Jungkook's wrist. The rest of them are inside of the nest room leaving You, Jungkook, and Jin out in the hallway. Â
Jungkook widens his stance. Just a little. Powerful thighs tensing.
(At the end of the day, your heat is less of a controlled burn, and more of an explosion)
His dark eyes are wide, tracking the alpha movements, you watch Jungkook watch them. Feeling the sluggish thump of your heartbeat. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jin mirror him. Feet shoulder with apart, at the ready.
Your heart thuds loud in your ears as you watch the alpha's movements too. All of a sudden, you can't take your eyes off of them. Theyâre not a threat but not not a threat. You're closest but you still brace yourself.
You physically watch the hair stand up on Namjoon's neck, and the alpha's turn slow. Eyes narrowing. Jin's hand slides from your wrists to your hand, giving you a squeeze before he lets go. Jin's grinning. So is Jungkook- it's a little feral- but it feels it feels-
There is a heat under your skin, burning everywhere your body touches that's not them, like a brand or maybe like a freshly forged string of fate.
it feels Good, it burns but you feel free. Your instincts course through you like adrenaline only worse. You do not feel settled, you feel alive and wild. Strong and powerful. You feel ready. All three of your scents swell sweet, building and building on each other, you sway, a little unsteady. Teetering.
Namjoon's eyes are so wide they could be mini-moons. His chest rippled with a warning growl. "Omega." It's a warning, the lethal purr in Namjoonâs tone says no nonsense will be tolerated.
 Jungkook takes it as a challenge.
For a second, no one moves and no one breathes, but then you're scattering like the rats from Ratatouille. The omegas running and giggling down the hall and the alpha bolting after you, trying to catch you. Legs pumping, moving against the floor.
Yoongi bolts, anticipating your movement the second before you do. He's quicker than all the alphas and he goes for you first. Grabbing you and heaving you up as you giggle and kick your feet the alpha shoots past you.
"No! I've gotta!"
Omegaspace zoomies are so much fun, Yoongi is grinning, lets you down, lets you take another step before he's trying to scoop you up again. A cat playing with a mouse, letting it get a bit farther away before you pounce.
Only you have learned, you did learn from Jungkook earlier, because you twist out of Yoongi's arms.
"Oh no you don't-"
Namjoon lunges for Jin but the pack omega dodges and Namjoon's arms close around nothing. Jungkook is the fastest by far and Jimin's legs pump, almost sliding across the smooth polished floor to get to Jungkook. The omega laughs as he slips out of Jimin's grasp.
You try to follow them but you don't get very far, someone's hands around your wrist that almost tugs you clean off your feet but into a pair of arms. Several pairs of arms, sweet smelling and victorious surround you.
Really, you never had a chance.
There is something in your instinct settled by it, by being chased and restrained. Your alphas canât have you unless they try- unless they try really really hard to catch you. they wonât be able to take the sweetness between your legs and do something with it unless they earn it.
You get dragged to the floor. Tae's dress feels silky against your shins. Yoongi's hands are rough on your shoulders. Hobi's touch- hard against your thigh. you laugh and try to roll again but this time- you are unable to get away from them.
You look up at them and whimper. Parting your legs in defeat. hot, you feel hot all over.
Yoongi doesn't hesitate, palms you blatantly between your legs. "is this what you needed sweetheart? A little bit of roughness. you're too delicate. too little for things like this. almost makes me think you don't want us to be gentle with you."
you're so hot you feel like you're burning, whimpering out something that sounds suspiciously like "please"
"you need to ask."
you can do little more but chirp in reply. but yoongi wasn't really expecting anything coherent from you at this point.
Jungkook gets the farthest. Almost to the end of the hall before Jimin bares down upon him, pushing him almost to the floor. Jungkook's mouth open in a soundless snarl. Face more animal than human as he paws at Jimin's body. Neither trying to hurt him or pleasure him. Needy and feral.
Jimin tries to turn him over, to get him to present but Jungkook won't. Not until he's in the nest. You should be trying harder to get away. Harder to get out of Yoongi's hands around your waist but you don't, too busy watching.
Namjoon and Jin are similarly wrestling. A little less far into the hall but still farther than you got. The pack omega is belly up, not belly down, making Namjoon work for it to try and twist him around. It's feral and it's a little primal. The way that Namjoon nips at his throat. Jin tries to kick at Namjoon's thigh but Namjoon grabs it and pulls him back by his ankle, Jin's whole body sliding on the floor.Â
Tae grabs one of your wrists and Hobi grabs the other, yoongi hooks his fingers into your pussy, one hand around your middle and in a feat of strength that impresses you the small tiny corner of your brain that's lucid- he picks you up off the floor. Heaving you up back towards the nest. Towards safety. yoongi's fingers leave you and you want them back instantly. crying for it.
Jimin throws Jungkook over his shoulder. Namjoon and Jin keep fighting, too evenly matched. Another alpha will have to help him settle the pack omega. Once youâre in the nest, once youâre knotted and docile and fucked so full you canât move.
You grind back against Yoongi's hips, feeling the hardness there, the cock that's yours yours yours. Almost giddy at the prospect of getting put in your place.
You grin and taste blood.
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this is another chapter of mindless fluff- mostly because i just could not edit it in time with the last chapter.
i feel like i need to warn you guys that the next chapter! the heat sex stuff! will not be able to be posted for at least another two weeks because i am going away next weekend to the west coast to help my older sister shop for her wedding dress. i wish i was one of the those people who could write on planes but i can'ttttt i have about 3k already written for it but! it's going to take me a minute and i'm sorry!
i didn't origionally intend for there to be so much body worship in this- but i think given the m/c's internal monolouge early in the series, a bit of tummy worship can't hurt.
m/c, me, and everyone looking at jk: i wanna knock him up.
i think i may have gone a bit far with the jin wanting to brestfeed the m/c thing, but i cant even help it it makes me feel so soft in like a horny sort of way i loveeeee it
i don't know why i love the idea of woumb fucking so much, like listen- i know that it's physically impossible in humans and like- that it's all just a fantasy but i love this fantasy.
there was surprisingly more smut in this chapter than i originally intended.
i am also usually not a fan of booty stuff but??? jk + booty stuff??? yes please give it to me, i love that he just plays the m/c like a fiddle.
maybe the use of 'puphole' is cringey but it's also so cute and lewd i like it. let me know if it squiks you or not.
i think i might...be into pussy torture a little...like when jk pinches her clit and is a little mean thats like- so my thing you know. jk goes so feral.
this chapter is a little less like "there are concrete things that happen" and more just me thinking of things i want to write and putting it in <3
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âź Teaser Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Other Tags: Hockey Player!Jungkook, Figure Skater!Reader, Hockey Player!Taehyung, Hockey Player!Jimin, Coach!Yoongi, Hockey Player!Namjoon, Hockey Player!Hoseok, Figure Skater!Jin, Genre: Hockey!AU, Figure Skating!AU, Olympic!AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Self-Discovery, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn Drop Date: 01/20/2025 Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has always been destined for greatness as a competitive figure skater, her dreams of the Olympics sparkling like the ice beneath her blades. But when a devastating injury sidelines her, those dreams seem to melt away. Just when she feels lost, she unexpectedly meets Jeon Jungkook, a talented NHL hockey player.
I never used to think about what came after. Why would I? It felt pointless, like trying to guess the end of a novel when youâre still tangled in the middle. Every chapter rushing by, barely letting you catch your breath. Sometimes, life dangled a dream so vivid, so close, you could almost feel it in your hands. But right when you thought you had it? Thatâs when life reminded youâpages stop turning. Lights flick off. And suddenly, youâre back in the grind, stuck right where you started.
Normal? No chance. I wouldnât recognize normal if it jumped out of the shadows and hit me. Normal was for people who punched clocks and sipped lukewarm coffee in beige cubicles. My mornings started when the world was still darkâlacing up my skates, the cold air biting at my face. Stretch until the pain dulled, practice until my routines were burned into my mind like a broken record. The rink smelled like sweat, frost, and desperation, clinging to me as I chased that perfect moment, day in and day out.
That was my life. Until it wasnât.
From the moment I took my first steps, the ice had been my escape. My personal sanctuary. Each time my skates touched the frozen surface, electricity sparked through me, alive in my bones. My mom, Emily, she saw it first. She recognized that fire in me and latched on, pulling me headfirst into the competitive skating world. She wasnât just supportiveâshe was relentless, like a storm barreling down on me, pushing me to be perfect. To her, maybe that was all that mattered.
People whispered behind her back, saying she was living vicariously through me, chasing dreams sheâd lost. But I didnât resent her for it. Her ambition, fierce and all-consuming, burned like a fire. It kept me warmâeven when it scorched me. It wasnât the trophies or the standing ovations that drove me. It was the ice itself. Out there, I wasnât just a name on a roster. I was free.
Emily had been a skater once, too. But life, cruel and chaotic, had other plans. Her dreams fizzled out, lost somewhere between time and circumstance. When she got pregnant with me, she married my dad, Jim, and watched her ambitions wither like dead leaves. Year by year, regret settled in, until all she had left was meâand the ice. I became her second chance.
She met Jim when she was still a bright-eyed girl in a small town, dreaming big. He came to Michigan for police training; she was restless, yearning for more. They fell in loveâor something close to it. Soon enough, I came along, and after a quick courthouse wedding, our lives unraveled. Emily and I left Michigan for Colorado, chasing skating dreams. Jim drifted back to Olympia, Washington, sinking into his routine like it was quicksand.
I became the bridge between them, constantly tugged between my dadâs predictable world and my momâs fierce drive. Stabilityâsomething I longed forâwas never in the cards. Emily hated Michigan, so we stayed away. Jim became less of a father and more of a ghost.
The crackle of the intercom yanked me from my thoughts. My knee throbbed, a bitter reminder.
âLadies and gentlemen, this is your captain. Weâre starting our descent into Detroit, where itâs currently five-eighteen p.m., and a frigid fifteen degrees Fahrenheit. Please secure your belongings.â
Michigan. I was back, but it didnât feel like home. It hadnât for years. And yet, here I was. Family wasnât a refugeânot with Jim. He felt more like a stranger now, a shadow of someone I used to know. The home we once had? Long gone.
Monday, Iâd meet with Dr. Jeon. People swore he was the best, but deep down, I already knew none of it mattered. The moment my skate hit that rough patch of ice, when my body twisted and the world flipped upside down, I knewâmy skating days were over.
I could still see it. The rink, bathed in soft afternoon light, the sound of *Swan Lake* floating through the air. I wasnât competing that day, just skating for the sheer joy of it. Emily and my coach were in the bleachers, discussing my next routine. I built up speed, heading into a fan spiral, when it happened. My blade caught. My leg buckled. I hit the ice hard. Everything went dark.
The planeâs landing gear screeched, snapping me back to the present. My heart raced, the memory fading like smoke. As the plane stopped, passengers scrambled for their bags. I waited, letting them pass, before grabbing my things. The crutches in my hands were cold, unfamiliar. I used to glide effortlessly across the ice, and now, here I wasâstruggling just to stay upright on solid ground.
At baggage claim, I stared at the mountain of luggage, feeling the weight of it all sink in. How was I supposed to manage with no free hands?
âYou need a hand?â
The voice startled me. I turned and saw himâtall, with warm brown eyes that somehow felt like they saw right through me. Before I could respond, someone bumped into me, and my crutch clattered to the floor. I wobbled, reaching out to steady myself, but he was faster. He caught me.
For a moment, the noise, the crowd, everything blurred. It was just us, frozen in time.
âYou alright?â His voice was soft, steady, his hands still gripping my arms. I nodded, heat flushing my face as I pulled away.
âYeah, Iâm fine. Thanks.â I muttered. He bent down, picking up my crutch. As he handed it back, his eyes lingered on me, not with pity, but with something else. Understanding, maybe.
âNo problem.â His smile was easy, casual, but there was something behind it, like he had more to say.
Around us, life resumed its frantic paceâpeople rushing by, voices bouncing off the airportâs high ceilings. But for just a second longer, it was still only us.
âNeed help with your bags?â he asked, glancing at the heap of luggage.Â
I hesitated, my pride prickling. âIâve got it,â I said, even though I clearly didnât. My knee throbbed in protest.
He didnât push. Just smiled, unbothered, and shrugged. âAlright. But itâs no trouble if you change your mind.â
As I shifted my weight, feeling the twinge in my leg, I sighed. âOkay, yeah, I could use some help.â The words tasted like defeat, but he didnât seem to notice.
He easily grabbed my suitcase, balancing my smaller bag on top. I clung to my messenger bag, determined to carry something myself.
"Is someone picking you up?" he asked as we walked toward the sliding glass doors, the cold Michigan air sneaking in like a thief in the night.
"No, I'll just grab a cab," I said, weaving through the crowd. His presence next to me felt steady, comforting, like a life raft I didnât even know I needed.Â
âIâve got my car in the overnight lot,â he offered casually, like it was no big deal. âI could give you a ride if you want.â
For a moment, I hesitated, caught off guard by the offer. âNo, itâs okay,â I said, almost too quickly. âA cabâs fine.â But something shifted in his faceâjust for a second. Disappointment? Or was that just my imagination?
We stepped outside, and the cold hit me like a slap, sharp and biting. I cursed under my breath for not grabbing my gloves.Â
He noticed, his lips quirking up in a knowing smile. âForgot what Michigan feels like in January?â
âYeah,â I muttered, pulling my coat tighter. âSomething like that.â I shouldâve been used to it by now. I grew up on ice, for Godâs sake. But standing there in the freezing wind felt different, like the cold wasnât just outsideâit was creeping inside me, gnawing at the edges of something deeper.
âSo, where were you before this?â he asked, his curiosity genuine, his breath hanging in the air like smoke.
âNevada. Before that, Colorado. We moved around a lot.â I donât even know why I was telling him this. I didnât even know his name.
âWe?â He raised an eyebrow, the question soft, but pointed.
âMe and my mom,â I said, my voice quieter now. âSheâs never been one to stay put. Wherever she went, I followed.â
He nodded, like he understood more than he should. âA modern-day nomad. Sounds... exhausting.â
I let out a small laugh, more out of habit than anything else. âYeah, it can be.â But there was something easy about him, something that made this whole conversation feel less strange, less fleeting.
âYou staying here for a while?â he asked, his dark eyes locking with mine, the cold forgotten for a moment.
âFor the foreseeable future,â I replied, surprising myself with how easily the words slipped out.
âGood to know.â His voice softened, like he was letting me in on some secret only we shared. That crooked smile crept back, and I felt my pulse quicken again. He had no idea what he was doing to me.
I bit my lip, trying to steady the rush of nerves rising in my chest. What was I even doing? Standing here, flirting with a stranger in the dead of winter? This wasnât real lifeâit was the stuff of daydreams. But somehow, with him, it felt real. Almost too real.
âMaybe Iâll see you around,â he said, his hand lifting to ruffle his hair again. The messy strands fell back into place like he didnât careâlike he knew exactly how disheveled he looked and leaned into it.
âYeah, maybe,â I said, though I wasnât sure I believed it. The airport, the cold windâit all seemed to fade away, leaving just us in this strange, fleeting moment.
âYou live nearby?â I asked, even though I knew I shouldâve been hopping into a cab by now, getting out of this freezing wind and back to whatever was left of my life.
âDetroit,â he said, his breath fogging in the air like a ghost of something lost.
âMe too,â I said, a little too quickly. âJust moved there, actually.â
âDowntown?â He asked it casually, but his eyes were sharp, as if my answer might mean more than I realized.
âRoyal Oak,â I said, nodding. âThe old houses there... theyâre beautiful.â
âThey are,â he agreed, and there was something in the way he said it, like he was noticing things I didnât even realize I was showing. His gaze flicked between my eyes and my lips, and for a moment, the air between us stretched thin, a fragile thread pulling us closer until a sharp gust of wind snapped it, jolting me back to reality.
"Welcome to Michigan," he said with a laugh, his voice warm against the icy air. Without warning, he reached down and took my bare hands in his. The warmth of his touch jolted through me, electric, racing straight to my core. For a second, I swore the ground shifted beneath us. Something unspoken buzzed between our hands.
âWe should get you a cab,â he said, glancing down at my frozen fingers, his expression softening with concern. âYouâre not exactly dressed for this weather.â
"Yeah, I probably shouldâve planned better,â I admitted with a laugh, still caught up in the warmth of his hands, the way they made everything else feel just a little less cold.Â
He waved down a cab with the ease of someone whoâs done it a hundred times. I watched him as he loaded my bags into the trunk, every movement feeling like a countdown. And then, when he opened the passenger door for me, I hesitated. I stood at the edge of that moment, torn between the part of me that wanted to leave and the part that wanted to stay, just a little longer.
âThanks for the help,â I said, looking up at him, my heart thudding hard in my chest.
âJungkook,â he said, his voice soft, that crooked smile still tugging at his lips. âIâm Jungkook.â
âY/N,â I replied, the name slipping out of my mouth so naturally it felt like it was meant for him, like it was always supposed to be said here, in this cold, surreal moment.
âY/N,â he repeated, like he was testing it on his tongue, like it was something fragile and precious. He leaned in just a little, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Y/N?" His hand hovered near my shoulder, his voice even quieter now, almost as if he was about to share a secret meant only for me.
And suddenly, the world around usâeverythingâfell away. The cold, the noise, the blur of people rushing past. It was just him, standing there with that crooked grin, making me wonder if maybeâjust maybeâthis wasnât the end of whatever this was.
âYeah, Jungkook?â I asked, my breath catching, anticipation curling low in my stomach.
âMy friends and I... we hang out at this bar on Grand most Tuesdays. Billyâs?â He said it like a suggestion, but it felt like more. Like a bridge to whatever might come next. âMaybe Iâll see you there sometime?â
A thrill shot through me, quick and unexpected. This wasnât just some random, fleeting connection. He wanted to see me again. âYeah,â I stammered, my voice barely steady. âI could swing by. Once Iâm settled in.â
âGreat.â His whole face lit up, and it was like watching a door creak open, revealing something softer, something vulnerable underneath. "Iâll see you around then, Y/N." He stepped back, shut the door behind me with a quiet finality.
As the cab pulled away, I turned, craning for one last look. He waved, easy and casual, and I lifted my hand in return, my heart still racing. Part of me wanted to freeze this moment, hold onto it before it slipped away. But the cab turned the corner, and just like that, he was gone.
I slumped back in the seat, exhaustion settling in like a heavy weight. I rested my head against the cold window, letting the chill ground me. This wasnât just some daydreamâit was real. And yet, as the city lights blurred by, doubts started creeping in, shadows curling at the edges of my mind. Would I really show up at Billyâs? Or would I let this whole thing fade, convincing myself it was just a fluke?Â
But then I thought about himâJungkook. That crooked smile. And a small part of me couldnât help but wonder... What if?
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Daddy Daycare
Pairing: Technician! Jungkook x Teacher's Assistant! Reader
Word Count: 6.7k
Part: 1, 2, 3
Series Content: daycare au, suggestive themes, love at first sight? dilf jk, mentions of antidepressants, mint jk and blonde jk, jk cant sleep, sexual themes, he's so whipped, toxic ex, minor baby mama drama, gold diggers, mentions of death, complicated family history, cute kid cameos, reader can't drive, jk is good with his hands, mentions of abusive relationships, so much fluff.
Other Series Content: soft dom! jk, muscle kink, pussy puts his ass to sleep, unprotected sex (just don't), oral sex (f! and m! receiving), brief choking, minor breeding kink, hickeys, brief dom! reader, reader makes him wait, intimate cuddling, praise.
"And the kiss. Oh, Vanessa, the kiss was something else!" You exclaim, helping to set up the Christmas decorations around the class.
It was only the day after Thanksgiving which means the Christmas season was now in full swing. Stepping up on the small stepping stool to hang the green tinsel over the whiteboard.
"It sounds like you had a good night. What's the problem then?" Vanessa sets up the miniature Christmas tree in the corner.
"I did. Everything was going so well. Dare I say perfectly, until his phone was going off non stop from someone named Hanna saying things like 'when am I gonna see you again' and 'I can't stop thinking about our night together'"
Vanessa gasps. "So what did Jungkook say?" You chew on our bottom lip, "He was putting Ryan to bed in the other room, so he wasn't there when I saw those messages pop up." She tsks.
"I tried to tell you. Nothing good comes from dealing with a parent." You sighed heavily, looking out the window at the playground that was covered in a thick white blanket of snow.
"I know, but I couldn't help it. Him and his stupid smile and his pretty eyes." Vanessa hums smugly. "I'm sure Hanna thinks the same thing." You groan. She's right.
"You're right, I shouldn't get involved. She could be the mother of his child for all I know."
"For your own sake. You better pray she's not. Ex's are a royal pain in the-"
"Good Morning." Vanessa interrupts her own words as she greets the parents that walked in.
Crouching near the bookshelf while you organized the fallen books, from the corner of your eye you were able to pick up on the entrance of your minor headache. Not Ryan, of course, his father.
Ryan was just a sweetheart who greeted you with a hug so tight that he'd knocked you out of your crouched position onto your bum. "Ryan! Be careful." You'd never heard Jungkook's voice so stern. You make sure the boy is okay and help him back to his feet before moving your hair back to where it should be.
"Sorry, Ms. Hill." He apologizes with those big brown eyes that he clearly gets from his dad. "It's okay, I'm fine." You reassure with a smile and he runs off.
Jungkook offers you his hand to help you up but you stand on your own, dusting off your jeans with a clearing of your throat. "Are you okay?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I promise. I landed on the carpet."
"That's not what I meant." He says.
Taking a quick glance around the classroom, noticing some parents still making their way in and out of the classroom and the kids making their way to their seats. "You know, now really isn't a good time-" About to move out of his way, he steps in front of you.
Instinctively your eyes rolled, trying to remember what Vanessa told you. Not to get involved. "I know you saw the texts. Let me explain." You shake your head, "It's none of my business, there's nothing to explain. You should get going. I wouldn't want you to be late for work."
With that said, you walk away, heading towards the desks where your students waited patiently for instruction.
Jungkook walked out of the daycare that day deflated and unable to think about anything aside from you, and that look in your eyes. Like you were disappointed, as if you had high hopes for him and he let you down.
He thought he could just move past it, maybe even accept that things wouldn't work out between the two of you, but seeing you everyday, smiling with all the other parents and giving him nothing more than a simple head acknowledgement was killing him.
As much as he wanted to explain himself, he didn't want to force himself into your life. He wanted you to want to hear him out, even if that meant the two of you not talking much or at all for a few weeks then he was going to have to be okay with that.
But there were some days he had to physically restrain himself from breaking the no-contact. He remembers the day vividly. It was the first week back from winter break, maybe he was so pent up because he hadn't been able to see you for two weeks or if it was how good you looked in your leggings.
All he knows is that somewhere between that mix and you squatting to pick something from off the ground, for the briefest of seconds he'd caught sight of the strappy black thong that rose over your hips before they were hidden once again under your bottoms.
No one would've noticed it. No one that wasn't mildly obsessed with you that is. He quickly sent Ryan off and left for work. Managing to somehow squeeze in 13 hours of work into an 8 hour shift, he'd overcompensated as a means to distract himself.
"So you guys just haven't talked since you shooed him?" Vanessa asks for clarification, wrapping her scarf securely around her neck, getting ready to head out after offering you a ride which you couldn't object to, weather conditions were worsening as you were entering the heart of winter in the middle of January.
"I didn't shoo him, but I definitely would've handled things differently if I knew he would start avoiding me. I didn't want things to end like this." You explain, digging your hands deep into your pockets the moment the two of you stepped outside. The chilling air blew in your hair and around your earmuffs with determination.
You strapped yourself in passenger seat, "So you didn't actually want things to end?" With your head laying back on the headrest you puffed out a stressed breath, unintentionally making a small circle of condensation on your window. Like a child you drew a little heart in the middle.
"I thought I did, y'know? Wanted to do what you said and stay away, but maybe I got hasty." She hums oddly, making a ominous "Mhm" sound. "What does that mean?" She pulls out of the parking lot slowly, the snow was really falling tonight, laying on the ground in thick increments.
"Nothing." Turning to face her with your body, "No, no. Say it."
"I've been here. You know I've been here, I've been in a very similar position, but I did somehow manage to get a decent outcome, but things could've gotten much worse, not just for the relationship but for his kid at the time. So, I guess what I'm saying is, take this little break to really think about if this is the kind of thing you want to get yourself involved in."
You nodded, sitting with your hands in your lap like an obedient child. Really taking what Vanessa was saying into deep consideration. Deciding to reflect on it for the rest of the car ride to your building.
"What a day." You sigh, as you drop your keys onto the small counter you kept near the door.
The first thing you noticed was how cold it was inside your apartment, as if trying to compete with the flurrying outdoors. "Why is it so cold in here?" You whisper to yourself.
Flicking on the lights, or at least that's what you wanted. "What the--" the switch flies up then down then up again with the tip of your finger as you restlessly try to turn the lights on. "You've got to be joking."
Wrapping yourself tighter into your jacket as you walk through your dark apartment, relying on the sheer memorization of the layout to get you to the bathroom where you tried turning on the tap. Nothing.
The pipes must've frozen. and the snowstorm blew out your power.
This was great news for you, you'd always loved the movie Frozen and now you get to experience it first hand!!
"You've reached the voicemail box of--"
"Fuck you!" You shout at your phone after 5 hours and the twelfth attempt you'd made at calling your landlord. He's always been an asshole but ignoring his tenants when they were freezing to death is an all new low even for him.
You'd managed to wrap yourself in a blanket burrito surrounded by the 4 candles you were able to light before your hands began to freeze. Your body was barely managing to keep warm until you remembered the small cheap space heater you'd bought from a thrift store a few years back.
But it was buried deep in your closet. However, it took you no time to find it as you dug through the mountains of miscellaneous objects and finally pulled it out from the bottom.
Rushing to plug it in with desperation. Then you remembered. There was no power. As badly as you wanted to scream and toss the heater across your dimly lit room, you didn't. Instead you sat quietly in your burrito and began to cry.
What if this was it?
Tomorrow your students would find out their teacher had frozen to death. Were you being dramatic? You weren't even sure. You're not even sure how they would react, but you're sure the parents would be shocked- and Jungkook.
Jungkook.
"Jungkook!" You gasp. Your freezing hands reaching for your phone, trying to type in his number as fast as you could but your joints felt like they were dead locked in place and moved 1 key per minute.
The phone began to ring, and ring,,,
On the other end of the line, Jungkook was also having a pretty rough night. Laying on his bed with his bare stomach facing the ceiling eyes wide open and his brain a never ending circus.
He tried to focus on his breathing, but he couldn't sleep.
He hasn't been able to get a good sleep for a few months now.
Turning on his side he looked at the picture of him and Ryan at his third birthday party. He was so much smaller then. 'I looked so happy' he thinks to himself with a sad smile on his face.
Beginning to wish that Ryan was with him in that moment but he knew it was for the best that he'd dropped him at his parents' for the weekend. He was beginning to enter one of those episodes and he couldn't stop it, no matter how badly he wanted to, no matter how hard he tries to.
Ryan deserved a father who could be happy all the time-- He sits up. Holding his head in his hands, taking deep breaths. Erasing those thoughts- trying to. Slowly letting his vision roam back to his night stand drawer where he kept his pills.
God, was it always going to be like this?
Lifelessly he reached for the handle and pulled it open, his hands blindly reaching for the cylindrical bottle and unscrewing the cap taking the recommended dose before putting it away.
He lays back down with a soft grunt, staring up at the ceiling tumultuously. Resting his hands on his firm core, focusing on the way it rises and falls with every breath, thinking about the day it stops. The day he's no longer sentenced to the time he's currently serving in his own mind-
"I should try to get some sleep" He mumbles to no one in particular.
His eyes shoot open after a mere 3 seconds of being closed. He listens to it ring, ring and ring, not sure he's in the mood to be taking any calls right now.
Though, it may be his parents with an emergency. He finds himself rolling onto his stomach, more than shocked to see your name pop up on his phone.
"Hello?"
"H-Hi! It's me. I'm sorry if I woke you up," Your voice was refreshing, like the first ray of sunshine after a dark and stormy night or the smell of fresh coffee in the morning.
"No, you didn't wake me. What's up?" You weren't sure if you were looking too deep into things but he sounded different. His voice was flatter, none of that familiar bubbly hint to be found in it, then again, It was nearly one in the morning.
"You probably don't remember but you gave me your card, and said if I ever had any technical issues I could give you a call," your teeth were chattering, prompting you to wrap yourself even tighter.
"I remember." How could he forget.
"Yea! Well, my apartment has no power or running water, so its pretty cold over here, and I was wondering if you had any tips or tricks on how to get something to work."
He sits up abruptly. "What?"
"Yeah, my landlord is pretty shitty and hasn't answered my calls, I'm not even sure if maintenance is available or even knows about the situation themselves." You hear some muffling on the other end assuming he'd dropped his phone but it was actually Jungkook rushing to put on a shirt.
"Hello?" you say blankly, wondering if you'd lost connection.
"It's a fucking snowstorm outside. You'll freeze." You laugh, and that stops him in his tracks for a moment, "Oh I know, I'm getting a little taste of that right now actually. Do you by any chance know what the first signs of frostbite are?"
"Send me your address, I'm coming to get you."
"No, Jungkook. I wont let you do that, the roads are terrible." He doesn't respond, or maybe he does, you couldn't hear over the sound of keys jingling.
Clearly it was useless trying to change his mind, and the last thing you'd want is for him to go out of his way for nothing so you sent him your address.
What would usually be 15 minute drive had turned into 40 with the poor weather conditions but it wasn't any more than an hour before you heard knocking on your door.
Still wrapped in your thick blankets you opened it.
"Are you alright? How do you feel?" Jungkook inspects you, taking your hands in his, "You're ice cold." He says, reaching into his jacket pocket and placing his hand warmers in yours. "Keep those, they'll help you warm up." He insists.
"Do you have everything?" You nod while briefly raising your overnight bag. "Okay, let's go."
The drive over was silent, you somehow managed to fit your seatbelt over your jacket and blanket that you couldn't part with. Jungkook periodically looked over to se if you were okay, never actually saying anything but the concern in his eyes was evident with every glance.
The first step inside his place gave you chills, the good kind, finally. Not the ones that left you shaking for warmth. It was so warm, Jungkook took your bag while walking you towards the living room as he turned on the fireplace, suggesting you warm up before doing anything else.
"Here," He hands you a warm mug of hot chamomile with a bit of honey for sweetness. "Thank you, Jungkook. For everything." You say sincerely, afraid you'd be repaying him for all the times he'd saved your ass in this life and the next.
"Don't mention it." Unwilling to accept such a humble response, "No. I'm serious. I disturbed your night, and you dropped everything to help me." He smiles for the first time all night, it was a small one but it was still a smile.
"I told you, already. I wasn't doing anything. I'm actually glad you called, it was nice to get out of my head for a bit." your head tilts unconsciously at that last part. "Nevermind." Checking his watch, it was nearly three in the morning.
"I set up your stuff in my room. It's getting pretty late, you should get some rest." Your eyes were feeling pretty heavy now that he mentioned it, you didn't fight it. Slowly standing from the pile of throw overs you'd buried yourself underneath making your way upstairs.
"Wait." You pause at the first step.
"Where's Ryan?" You should've realized sooner, but what could you say, you were a bit wrapped up earlier. Literally. "He's at his grandparents, probably snoring right now as we speak." You smile.
You'd gotten ready, taking a much needed shower and tying your hair back into two braids so that they would have some soft waves for tomorrow.
You sat cross legged on Jungkook's bed with your MacBook on your lap as you went through some of the classroom picture's you were yet to send to parents from the Winter Wonderland Concert the daycare had put on last week.
"Hey," Your head snaps up to see Jungkook peeking his head through the door, "I just wanted to say Goodnight." He says and you smile, but you'd just come across something you're sure he would love to see.
"Come look at this video of Ryan singing his interpretation of the opera singer we had perform last week." Jungkook sits beside you on the bed with his legs stretched out in front of him.
He paused when he turned to look at you, "What?" Your face is puzzled at his concentrated expression. "I didn't know you wore glasses?" He says and it reminds you that this was the first time he'd seen you with lenses on, or anyone for that matter.
"Yeah, I usually wear contacts-- Look! This is the part," You get distracted as the video begins to play. And somehow one video turns into five and the computer slides off your lap into the gap between the both of you as your head laid against his padded shoulder.
You'd fallen asleep. Slowly Jungkook closes the laptop and places it on the nightstand, even more carefully removing your glasses and placing them on top of the stowed away device.
Letting you down gently until your head hits the pillow, he sneakily begins to slip out of your grasp. "Stay." You say, your eyes closed and body still. Maybe he was hearing things. He shakes it off and begins to step away.
"Please, m'Cold." You mumble into the pillow with your eyes still shut.
"Do you want me to turn up the heat?" He offers like the gentleman he is, for the first time he saw a sign of consciousness as you slightly shake your head. "I want you to stay, please?"
He was nervous. Settling himself under the convers with you, remaining as far as possible and turning off the bedside lamp. Within two minutes his body froze as you'd rolled over from your side until your head was on his chest.
He wonders if you could feel the way his heart was racing.
you could.
"Relax," you quip, half-awake. Oddly enough, that actually does help him to relax, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist for comfort. Feeling your body against his didn't trigger his perversions as he once thought it would.
It felt so much better than that. He felt, comfortable. The way your body radiated a calming heat onto him and reassured him that someone was both physically and emotionally present was just enough to lull him to sleep.
As the night morphed into a radiant sunrise you began to stir in your sleep. Your limbs stretching across the the grey sheets and soft blankets while the tips of your fingers roamed the surface.
Slowly remembering where you were and realizing you were in the bed alone. Though you specifically remember going to sleep with him. When did he get up?
Tugging down the leg of your sweatpants that had rolled up at the ankle at some point during your blissful sleep. Rubbing your eyes as you stepped into the bathroom to brush your teeth before finally following that pleasant scent that was wafting around the house.
"Still avoiding me?" You joke as you laid your eyes on Jungkook's broad back that was facing you as he flipped pancakes. He turns to you with a lopsided smile.
"Avoiding you?" Nodding, letting your hands trace the back of the chair before taking a seat at the island, watching him.
"Yeah, you've been avoiding me since thanksgiving." His brows furrow then raise in a mix of confusion and astonishment. "Me? I have not been avoiding you. I was giving you space."
Bracing your hands down on the countertop you shake your head. "Yes you have. Every day you see me and just leave, not a good morning or anything."
Jungkook flips this battered treat a little harder than he should. "Yeah, because the last time I had tried to talk to you, you made it pretty clear you didn't want to talk, so why would I force it?"
You sigh. Vanessa was right, maybe you did shoo him. "I didn't mean to disregard you so inconsiderately, I was just-- I don't know what I was feeling in that moment, honestly." He turns to face you once again, leaning back on the counter.
"I know, that's why I wanted to explain myself." Your eyes watch his buff chest raise and fall as he takes a deep breath, "My eyes are up here." He points between the two of you, and you felt like you could just fall over and die.
You clear your throat, deciding that you simply couldn't make eye contact with him at all after that!
He notices your embarrassed body language, "Hey, I was just joking, I don't mind your eyes wandering a little." He teases and it somehow made your face even hotter, you were afraid you would burst into flames.
"Just-Just go back to what you were saying." You almost plead as you run a hand through your wavy hair.
Jungkook plates the last pancake on to your elegantly presented plate, before sliding it in front of you. Making a plate for himself he decides to eat standing up in front of you with his plate on the counter you could maintain direct eye contact.
"I met Hana about a year ago at Ryan's old school before we switched here. She's another parent I'd met at one of their events. I was going through a lot of shit back then, so relationships were the furthest thing from my mind but one night about 6 months ago, our kids were away at a summer camp for 2 days; and after a few play dates over the prior months, she'd called me to let me know that Ryan had left one of his toys at her place. So I went to pick it up, but we ended up talking, had a few drinks and one thing led to another and then shit hit the roof." He sighs before taking a bite of his breakfast, which is delicious by the way.
Your head tilted to the side ever so slightly, subconsciously of course but Jungkook took it as an indication to explain. "I made sure it was clear to her it was just a one time thing and she agreed. For the first few weeks I thought we were on the same page, but then she started calling me and leaving these... desperate voicemails. After that I already knew I wouldn't be be bringing Ryan back to that preschool, besides their teachers were terrible." You nod, no longer eating as the story kept you fed and engaged.
"At first I thought she would stop over time, but she didn't. It only got worse, so I finally called her back to let her know she needed to stop but she wanted to have the conversation in person, which sounded reasonable to me at the time, but I should've seen right through it because low and behold, the same mistake was made, once again."
"Wait," You pause him, "So when did you guys hook up the second time?" His eyes look up to the ceiling as though the answer was written on it, "Sometime around the end of August, just a few weeks before school started." The twinge of jealousy that bubbled in your stomach was undeniable but you had no right to be jealous. He literally had no idea you existed at the time.
"And she kept calling your phone all the way until Thanksgiving?" you say with a weird tone, unsure how Jungkook would've let her continue to bother him for so long. Almost with shame he nods,
"I kept saying I would get around to cutting her off once and for all, but I went to a pretty dark place, y'know how life can get sometimes. I didn't care much for anything at all, but when I saw what it had done to us," he gestures between the two of you, "I realized my negligence was driving away people that were important to me, and I didn't want to lose you. So I had ended things with her once and for all shortly after new years. Y'know, wanting to start off the year fresh and shit like that."
You swallow, "I had no idea, you were going through such a hard time." You say almost sadly but maintain the soft smile on your face. A similar one creeping onto his face, "Well then that's good. Means the antidepressants are doing their job." He chuckles and you didn't know whether to laugh along or be concerned.
"It's okay Y/n, you can laugh." You smile, "I-I just don't know what to say. All this time I was thinking I was some kind of home-wrecker or that you were seeing someone else, but to hear you explain what was actually going on makes me feel like such an idiot."
Jungkook scoffs jokingly, "Homewrecker? If Ryan's mother was still in the picture, a 'homewrecker' would be exactly what I would need, and a bullet to the head if I'm being honest." he shakes his head, remembering what he describes as the worst time in his life. Your hand boldly clasps over your mouth stifling a laugh at his dramatic expression.
He laughs, "I'm serious, though." His smile fades, "Those are seven years I can never get back." You flinch at the number, that's almost a decade. Calculations begin to roll around your head autonomously. "So-" You begin to say but he already knew where you were going with this.
"We met at 15, had Ryan at 21 unexpectedly, but no regrets of course, and broke up at 22, thank god." Releasing a calming breath of air as he says that last part, clearly they didn't end on good terms if he feels so at peace every time he mentions her absence.
"But that's enough about me for the day. How's your apartment? Any updates on the power?" You shake your head, digging back into your food, "Hopefully it should be fixed by tonight, I'd hate to over stay my welcome." Jungkook rolls his eyes, "You know I want you here more than anything, and I'm not letting you go back to your place until things are up and running again."
You didn't bother fighting him on it, you knew it would be you fighting a losing battle so you let him have it.
It would be a lie to say that you didn't enjoy your lazy Saturday with Jungkook, the two of you lounged around the house talking the day away. You watched breaking bad and kept saying that you had to stop to do some schedule planning for the kids but you couldn't seem to leave the couch, or his arms. "Just one more episode" becoming a meaningless statement.
He was seriously invested in your stories from your travels in Europe over the summer, expressing how he dreams to visit one day.
Time seemed to have zoomed for the next 3 hours, now bringing you to a dark sky and the crackling fireplace keeping you warm as you played a childish round of truth or drink.
The two of you sat comfortably on the carpet with the game cards stacked neatly on the coffee table which was also responsible for holding your shot glasses.
Your chest was already warm from the consequences of three passed questions while Jungkook only had passed two.
"Your turn," your voice bubbly and excited as you pick up the card for Jungkook, flipping it over to ask him. "What's something you've never told anyone?" He sits there, and you can see he really thinks about it. Glancing back and forth between the shot glass and the card in your hand.
"I'm a millionaire." He says it so casually, with a bit of booze in your brain you begin to die of laughter. "Yeah, me too." You snicker, slwoly beginning to quiet down as you realize he wasn't laughing with you.
"Oh my god, are you being serious?" He shrugs, "I guess so. Remember when I said I was going through a lot of shit a year ago? Well part of that stems from me getting some cryptic ass letter that basically announced the death of some rich guy who claimed to be my biological father and left me his inheritance."
You sit there quietly, "I showed my parents the letter as a gag, expecting to get a good laugh out of it and that turned out to be one of the most depressing conversations I'd ever endured." Jungkook honestly wasn't sure why he was telling you all this, he'd told you things today he never thought he'd share with anyone but there was something that let him feel like he could be open with you.
"So you're telling me, you found out you were adopted and suddenly a millionaire on the same day." A slow nodding of his head was all it took for you to see he clearly wasn't thrilled about it. "I still haven't touched the money, really. Although I did use it to cover my parents' mortgage for the next few years. I don't really know what to do with the rest of it."
A small hum escapes your throat as you ponder, "If you ever feel like it's a burden to you, don't hesitate to just pass it on to me. It'll be hard but I'm sure I could think of something to do with it." His head falls back as his body shakes slightly with his laughter, "I'll keep that in mind."
"Your turn," He says, hands reaching to flip over a card as he reads it out to you. "How many people have you slept with?" He makes a certain face at the card as if he was displeased. "This is a bit invasive, do you want me to pick up another one?" You shrug, "I don't mind answering. It's one."
"Like one this year?" It slips out before he can catch it, and he regrets it, you can tell. "No. Just one person, ever. My ex. I'm not really one to have any sexcapades. I have a rule." You're sure if he had bunny ears, one would flop up in curiosity. "Oh?"
"I never go all the way with someone until at least six months of dating them so I can see that they're all in for the right reasons. hence why only one has made it so far. Everyone else usually thinks they can like persuade me three months in." Suddenly your throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper. "Is that a deal breaker for you?" Intently you watched the way he played with the ring hooped in his bottom lip with a serious expression.
"Are you saying we're dating, Y/n?" A teasing smirk spreads across his lips. You look away, unable to handle the intensity of his gaze on your from a mere foot away. "If that's okay with you-" A gentle hand cups your jaw as he turns you to face him, taking your breath away with a sweet kiss. His lips were as soft as you remembered them to be.
You could feel a certain shift in the kiss, turning from gentle and sweet to something a little deeper. It were as though there were magnets between your bodies, you found yourselves impossibly close to the point Jungkook forced himself to pull away from you, only to welcome you to straddle his hips.
"I'm okay with that." he grins before resuming his passionate attack on your lips.
2:04am
Your glasses were on and your hair was up, that was a sign that it was time for you to finally go to sleep yet here you were. Sitting up at the table with a stack of files you'd brought from your place that you needed to go through.
The border around your eyes were tinted red as you strained to stay up and finish, but you weren't even close.
"You're still up?" Jungkook says softly as he comes down in nothing but his black sweatpants. "I could ask you the same thing." Hardly sparing him a glance as you write down numbers onto the papers.
"You know I don't sleep much ever since I got my prescription. I can get 3-4 hours at night if I'm lucky." You frown, finally looking up at him, proud of yourself for not letting your jaw hit the floor as you patrolled him as he went to fill a glass of water from the fridge.
You knew he had a sleeve of tattoos, it was one of the first things you'd noticed about him, but you had no idea his back had its own art as well. The sleeve of tattoos that creeped over the back of his shoulder as it morphed into the most beautiful pair of inked angel wings that spread out across the expanse of his upper back.
You swallowed, shaking away your filthy thoughts. "What's got you up so late?" He leans over you to get a glimpse at the papers. "Regulatory compliances." It was so cute when he was confused. "Basically I have to cross reference the curriculum with our lesson plans and report that everything we're doing is aligned with the boards' outline." It dawns on him in the form of a soft 'ah'.
"When does this have to be done by?"
"Wednesday," It comes out with a rough tone and exhausted groan, you were clearly stressed. "Okay, Y/n, it's only Sunday. How about you put a pin in it and get some rest, hm?" Warm hands are placed on your shoulders and you nearly fall asleep right there but you shake your head, "I'm fine, I can keep going-" You yawn for what must be the 4th time since Jungkook came down.
"Okay, That's it. Come on, we're going to bed." He closes your files and takes your hand, letting you hop out of the chair and follow him up the steps debatably against your will as you're sure you would've given up no longer than 15 minutes later.
The moment your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. Jungkook chuckles to himself softly at the thought that you truly tried to argue that you weren't tired.
He slips in beside you, loving the way your body naturally detected him and began to roll over towards him just like you did the night before, slotting yourself into his side. Once again, your warmth and the soft feeling of your heartbeat on his ribcage mixing together, prompting his brain to release enough melatonin until his eyes closed.
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"Good news." Is the first thing you say as you walk into the living room at 2pm after your well needed shower. "The power is working again at my place," Jungkook pouts at what he took as bad news, he was not-so-secretly hoping you would be staying a little longer.
"Don't look so sad, you see me literally every day." the dimple in your right cheek making a brief appearance as you smiled, making your way over to him on the couch.
"I know, but I really like having you here." You poke his cheeks that puffed up with his sad expression. "If you want to see me a little longer, then would you be okay with giving me a ride back to my place?"
He scoffs, "It's funny you thought I wasn't going to drop you off in the first place." he leans forward to drop a quick peck to your lips catching you off guard before bouncing up out of his spot, hardly giving you a chance to process.
The two of you making comfortable conversation with small giggles as you begin to put your jackets on, preparing to return you back to your apartment. Tugging your hat on with a firm pull before you picked up your bag and declared that you were ready to go.
Jungkook opened the door, stepping out with you closely behind him. Not sure if your eyes were blinded by the gleaming light that was reflected off the snow or the bright flashes of light emitted from the dozens of paparazzi camped outside the driveway.
Jungkook's name was shouted from various different people as they waved to get his attention as if being outside his front door wasn't alarming enough. Jungkook's face had been covered in disbelief just like yours, but differently he was able to shake it off and maintain his composure.
Taking your hand in a reassuring manner, he continued his path down the steps, whispering to you to keep your head down as you followed behind him. "Is it true that you're the secret son of the late business tycoon Jeon Jaehoon?" The woman holds a microphone to Jungkook, looking for an answer, and she most certainly got one.
"How about you ask me again when I make sure you're all behind bars for trespassing and harassment hm? How does that sound?" The flashes finally stop and some photographers begin to leave, Jungkook doesn't even wait for them all to leave, trusting that he got his point across clearly and makes his way to the drivers seat.
Once the doors closed it was as though you'd trapped in a foot deep layer or tension within it. Jungkook's chest rises slowly, flared nostrils and tensed brows before a slow and agitated exhaled. "It wasn't you right?" He asks.
Your posture straightens as you face him.
"What?"
"Tell me that it's all just a coincidence, Y/n. I tell you about the inheritance last night and suddenly there's paparazzi buzzing outside my house today?" Your head juts back, offended. "Are you implying that I told someone what you told me in confidence last night? Are you being serious right now?"
"I'm paranoid, okay? I'm sorry."
You sigh. As pissed as you wanted to be, you had to see it from his perspective. A swarm of paparazzi showing up less than than 24 hours after he shares the information with the first person outside his family doesn't exactly work in your favour.
"It's fine, I get it. I'd be paranoid too." He starts the car, leaving his now vacated lot behind. "Then who would do this?"
"Your guess is as good as mine."
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The following day was as hectic as any other day but you loved your job. Working with such big personalities that were bursting out their small bodies.
But you did love the end of the day too, sayin goodbye and mentally preparing for some relaxation when you finally got home. All day you'd be fantasizing about drawing a nice warm bath with eucalyptus and lavender oils.
You thought of it as the perfect way to wind down after a long day. Although seeing Jungkook's face for a few minutes while he picked up Ryan.
"I'm here to pick up my son." You turn around with a smile, to the new and unfamiliar face. She was tall with dark long locks that were curled at the ends, her heels were high and her face was looked like it belonged billboards and magazines.
You were a bit confused, you'd never seen her before, and you're sure you'd remember someone that brought in such a domineering aura the way she did.
"Sure, if you don't mind me asking who you are." You wanted to remain as polite as possible not wanting to offend her.
"I'm Ryan's mother."
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afternoons with him
⏠jungkook x fem!reader
⏠established relationship, fluff / wc: 827
⏠warnings: none
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âbaby, do you want to make this with me?â jungkook asked excitedly, practically running into the living room with his phone. he held it up to his girlfriendâs face for inspection, which it successfully passed.
âis that⊠tteokbokki?â
âwith bulgogi! look, they marinated it really well.â
âmm, it does look good. okay, letâs make it,â she agreed.
âcome on, letâs make it now. i was just going to make lunch anyways,â he voiced as he offered his hands to her, pulling her off the couch and into the kitchen. âdo you want to prep the beef or the rice cakes?â
âi can prep the rice cakes. youâre the best with meat anyways,â she hummed, pulling out the rice cakes from the freezer, placing them on the counter to let them thaw, grabbing the package of beef from the freezer, and handing the package to her boyfriend.
he grinned, pleased with her compliment, and grabbed the beef from her, setting it down in a bowl full of warm water to let it thaw before coming up behind his girlfriend and wrapping his arms around her waist. he watched as she placed the rice cakes into another bowl filled with warm water to avoid cross contamination while they thawed. afterwards, she readied a large pot and a bowl to make the sauce for their meal. jungkook, being the restless man he was, followed her around the kitchen with his arms around her waist and kissed her cheeks, neck, collarbonesâanywhere his lips could reach.
âkoo, youâre distracting me,â she chided lightly, trying to swat him away as she grabbed a few utensils.
âiâm sorry, iâm sorry. iâll behave, i promise,â he murmured, continuing to kiss her skin.
âif this is you behaving, weâll never get anything done,â she huffed, trying to be stern, although there was a smile on her face.
he didnât respond, only smiled and continued to kiss her. when she finished making the sauce and adding it to the pot, she added some cheese as well, and stirred. after watching the sauce become thick, jungkook went back to the meat, which had thawed, and began to grab the ingredients needed to marinate it, like shown in the video.
he moved to the counter across from her and prepared to marinate the meat, which was the most complicated part of the recipe. while he was doing that, his girlfriend turned the heat on the stove to the lowest setting and moved over to watch him work. âdo you need any help?â she offered.
âno, iâve got it, donât worry.â
she nodded in response as he pulled out various sauces and spices to rub into the meat. after that was done, she made a small noise of approval at his work. he grinned at her before cutting the seasoned meat into smaller pieces and placing them on the sizzling griddle he had prepared. âso, do you think i can compete with your cooking skills now?â
âno way, iâm still better than you,â she teased, playfully sticking her tongue out at him.
he joined her in leaning against the counter, shooting her a mock-glare, then pressed his lips against hers. it was a soft kiss, the type that made a person melt, and she found herself smiling into it.
âyouâd think that after nine years, iâd be used to how you kiss me,â she murmured against his lips.
âi hope you never get used to it. youâre really pretty when youâre caught off guard,â he giggled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and kissing her cheek before turning over the pieces of beef on the griddle.
she rolled her eyes and nudged him with her shoulder before stirring the rice cakes again, which were nearly completed. âhonestly, i thought itâd take longer,â she muttered, mostly to herself.
âdonât worry, the beef still has a bit to go.â
âcan you add some cooking wine? it makes it juicier.â
âon it, baby.â
after watching her boyfriend add cooking wine to the grilling beef, she turned off the stove and put the tteokbokki into a large plastic container. she then brought the container over to him and glanced at the beef, which was finally ready.
he smiled at her before turning off the heat and using tongs to move the beef from the griddle to the container, and when he was done, she closed the container, handing it to him to shake it.
he shook it well, the muscles in his forearms flexing with every shake, and the bulgogi and tteokbokki mixed together. after he decided it was good enough, she brought out two plates for them and used chopsticks to portion the food for them.
âthis smells so good,â he mumbled, practically salivating at the smell and sight of the meal.
she snickered and led them to their kitchen island, setting down their plates and sitting down with him. âletâs see if it tastes as good as it smells.â
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Might as well be drunk in love: 3 of 3
Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)
Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.
Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If youâre not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: HAPPY HOSEOK'S DAY! We made it! 2/7!!
Part 1, Part 2
Your smile was genuine when you met Kim Taehyungâs eyes.
Unlike the others who were punctual, he was a minute late. He was grinning though like he had a secret he couldnât wait to share to you.
âYou seem happy, Taehyung,â you remarked as you stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking with each heartbeat. With his hands tucked into his pockets, he waited eagerly for you to reach him. The only indication of his bubbling excitement was the way he bounced slightly on his feet. He looked so much lighter in this light, you noticed, the usual darkness in his eyes was nowhere to be found.
He looked truly happy like the sun had decided to shine just for him.
âI am,â he said, his grin widening even more. His eyes sparkled with anticipation. How can he not be happy when you were near? âYouâre here with me. With us. How can I not be happy?â he murmured, gently pulling your hand into his and clasping your fingers tightly.
You blinked, surprised by his blatant statement. The potion was indeed so powerful that even the cold Taehyung turned into this kind of person you would want for you own had it been a different circumstance. You thought that whoever he would choose to love after all this fiasco would be the luckiest person.
However, you chose to not dwell on his statement. You were extremely happy with the good news your friend shared with you. There would be a cure soon, and you just knew that you would be nothing to him and all of them after this but a fleeting memory. You decided to hold on for a little while longer, and maybe just lived in the moment where this was a possibility. Sooner rather than later, they would go back to not knowing and caring who you were.
You cleared your throat, âSo, where are you taking me?â
Taehyung took a sip from his coffee, the takeout food laid on either side of you on the bench. A smile tugged at your lips at the peculiarity of it allâhere was one of the richest men in South Korea, someone with immense influence, choosing to share a simple day in the park with you. It felt surreal, the laughter of children and rustling leaves wrapping around you like a warm embrace.
âThis is really good,â he hummed appreciatively, his eyes lighting up as he sampled one of the dishes from the food truck. âAnd itâs really cheap. I cannot believe those fancy restaurants charge so much when the food is just so-so.â
âRight? Finally, someone from the rich admitted it!â you laughed, your voice mingling with the sounds of the park. âI always wondered if the taste buds of the rich are just inherently different from us. Thereâs no way you guys are satisfied with those little servings of dishes. Also, is this your first time eating here?â
âYesâŠâ Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at the pond sheepishly. âI always wanted to do this with a girlfriend. You know, those TV dramas show how romantic this is.â
You couldnât help but grin at his confession and the innocence in his voice. The sincerity of his confession made him endearing, if not more. âSo, here we are, living the drama, huh? Too bad you didnât do this with your real girlfriend.â
He glared at you, his expression mock-serious, before playfully snatching your hand and fully enclosing it with his. âYouâre my real girlfriend,â he grumbled childishly, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes.
Your heart raced at the sudden intimacy, warmth flooding through you. âOh, really? Guess I should start practicing my dramatic sighs and longing gazes then,â you teased, squeezing his hand gently.
âAbsolutely,â he said with a grin, his earlier shyness melting away. âI expect nothing less from my leading lady.â
It was a nice lunch out which should have ended as nicely as it started.
But you should have known your wish was too good to be true.
You were walking with him on your way back to the office when he randomly decided to go back and buy his brothers takeout food. He claimed that since he thoroughly enjoyed it, his brothers should too so that they would know just what they were missing. He asked you to wait for a little while before he turned back. And you did. You were contented with scrolling through your social media when you were interrupted.
âExcuse me, miss?â A man called for you, his smile was warm as he looked at you. âMay I know what time it is?â
âOh uhm, itâs 1:37,â you replied, glancing at the screen of your phone.
He thanked you politely before resuming his walk when he abruptly stopped. He chuckled sheepishly, looking at you over his lashes. âI really donât need to know the time. Iâm sorry, Iâm really bad at this. Youâre just so beautiful ââ
âMay I help you?â Taehyungâs voice suddenly cut through the air, firm yet protective as he reappeared, a bag of takeout in hand. He stepped in front of you, effectively blocking you from the other manâs view. His face was void of any emotion, yet he managed to terrify the man.
The man straightened, clearly caught off guard. Taehyungâs presence shifted the atmosphere, his expression a mix of confusion and an underlying feeling of intimidation. âUh, I was just⊠asking the time,â the man stammered, taking a step back.
Taehyungâs gaze narrowed slightly, a hint of a challenge in his posture. âRight. And now youâve got the time. Anything else?â
âMan, Iâm not looking for any trouble. I-I just really thought sheâs single. I meant no harm!â the man protested, his voice shaky.
âWhy are you still here?â Taehyung whispered, the sound of irritation was heavy in his tone. âWhy are you still looking at my woman?â He asked, the words coming out as a low growl, each syllable deliberate and heavy.
The air between you crackled with tension as the manâs face blanched, realizing he had crossed a line. He raised his hands defensively, backing away further. âIâI didnât know! Sorry, I just thoughtââ
âThought what?â Taehyung pressed, taking a step forward, his stance unwavering. âThat it was okay to interrupt her? To make her uncomfortable?â He was too close to the man, his hands closed to a fist as though he was just one look away from exploding. âThat you can steal her away from us?!â
How could you ever think that he was something other than the darkness that was caging his heart? How could you ever be so naĂŻve? âHey, itâs fine. He didnât bother me at all,â you interjected gently, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalated further. âLetâs just let him go.â
Gone was the sweet man you perceived him to be not long ago, and in his place was the darkness you always knew him to be when he slowly turned around after the man swiftly escaped the situation. âRemember this, little one,â he started, his voice grave yet commanding, a blend of promise and threat. âWe are the only one for you.â
You couldn't shake off the discomfort that Taehyung's interaction had stirred within you.
You were deep in your thoughts, terror and anxiety in your heart. He was the third in the schedule and you still had four to go. All the interactions you had with the boys so far only made you see the warning signs flashing in your mind. This was a wrong decision. You should have heeded your friendâs warning about spending time with them and avoided skinship as much as possible. Â
You should have focused on finding the cure. However, you couldnât just turn your back on them, not when they all acted like they were on their deathbeds as though you were the only cure, badly needing you to take their next breath. The weight of their dependency tugged at your conscience, making it harder to escape the turmoil that surrounded you. Hence, your predicament.
Taehyungâs reaction was too much. The potion was turning them into jealous, possessive men, their natural temperaments amplified into something almost unrecognizable. It had only been three days since the potion had taken effect, yet it seemed to amplify their emotions, turning them into jealous, clingy versions of themselves. You felt a chill run down your spine as you recalled the way his eyes had darkened, how intense his gaze had been, as if he saw you as something he needed to protect at all costs.
Consumed by these unsettling thoughts, you almost forgot about Jungkook entirely. His presence had slipped into the background amidst the chaos Taehyungâs behavior had caused. That is, until the hurried sound of footsteps interrupted your spiral. You turned, startled, to find a group of Jungkookâs guards, their expressions tight with fear. Wide-eyed and breathless, they approached you swiftly, the urgency in their movements sending a wave of panic through you.
âWhatâwhatâs happening?â you stammered, confusion mixing with dread.
âMr. Jeon⊠heâs not well,â another guard murmured, his tone serious. âItâs bad.â
Your heart sank as the weight of their words hit you. Jungkook was not well. Â If Taehyungâs possessiveness had shaken you, the thought of Jungkook in a similar state terrified you even more. Without hesitation, you followed them, a knot of anxiety tightening in your chest.
As you neared his floor, the muffled sounds of destruction reached youâsharp crashes, the unmistakable sound of something heavy being thrown, followed by a guttural, enraged grunt. The noise alone made your skin crawl, but you pushed forward.
âGo in,â one of the guards pleaded, his voice quiet but urgent as you hesitated. You could hear the familiar voices of Jin and Namjoon on the other side of the door, their tones strained as they attempted to calm him.
âJungkook, breathe,â Namjoon was saying, his voice low, trying to inject calm into the chaos.
âCome on, itâs okay,â Jin added, though the strain in his voice betrayed the calm facade he was trying to maintain. âSheâll be here. She didnât leave⊠relax.â
The guard beside you pushed the door open, leaving you no choice but to face your oversight. Suffice to say, the scene before you sent a fresh wave of fear through your body.
Jungkookâs office was a mess. Papers were scattered across the floor, a desk chair lay on its side, and the corner of the large wooden desk had a jagged crack running through it as if somethingâor someoneâhad hit it too hard. A shattered vase lay in pieces, its contents scattered across the floor.
In the center of the chaos stood Jungkook. His back was to you, his broad shoulders heaving with labored breaths, fists clenched tightly at his sides. Even from where you stood, you could feel the tension radiating off him like a living thing. His stark, dark hair was disheveled, his usually sharp, precise appearance completely undone by whatever storm was raging inside him.
You knew you caused it. You were aware of you effect on them, but heavens, you didnât know it to be this bad.
Namjoon was the first to notice you. His draconic eyes, once calm and calculating, now burned with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. The second your startled gaze met his, you saw itâthe darkness swirling in him, consuming him. He hadnât seen you since last night, and the distance had frayed his already strained control. His jaw clenched, muscles tensing as if he were holding himself back from lunging at you. He needed you. Desperately.
But the leader in him fought against the urge, restraining the primal hunger clawing at his insides. He knew he had to hold backâfor now. The others needed you just as much as he did. He could wait. He had to wait. His fingers twitched at his sides, betraying the struggle within him.
He could wait until tonight.
He had to.
âThank God,â Jin breathed when he noticed your presence. He stepped away from Jungkook.
Jungkookâs head snapped up the moment you stepped further into the room. His body froze, as though sensing your presence before even turning to look at you. Slowly, he turned around, and the intensity in his eyes when they locked onto yours was nearly suffocating. His dark eyes, wide with emotion, bore into you, his lips parted slightly as he struggled to catch his breath.
The room went still as Jungkookâs gaze never wavered from you. You could feel the raw intensity behind his eyes, the same kind of possessiveness you had seen in Taehyung but magnified tenfold in Jungkook. It wasnât just desperation; it was obsession, need, something far more dangerous than mere jealousy.
âYouâŠâ he stammered; his voice rough from all the screaming he had done. His words were laced with desperation and disbelief. âY-you didnât leave us, Noona?â
The room was too silent as though their stability rested entirely on your next move. You knew you had to thread extremely carefully.
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest, your knees locked. You brain was screaming for you to run away from him. âJungkook,â you whispered, his name fragile on your lips.
It was him who decided for you.
He hated the distance. It gnawed at him, fraying what little control he had left. He took a step forward, his fists still clenched, muscles tense as if he were fighting some invisible restraint. âDonât leave me,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but there was a command beneath the words. His hands caressed your cheeks and tilted you face to meet his eyes. âYou⊠you canât leave me. You cannot leave us.â
He didnât let you leave. And you couldnât as well, not when he was visibly distraught. Most especially, not when his arms were wrapped around you like a vine. Before you knew it, you were lying on the sofa in his office, Jungkookâs arms wrapped around you like vines, pulling you impossibly close. His body pressed against yours, seeking warmth, seeking comfort. He didnât say anything, but the weight of his emotions was palpable. His grip on you never loosened, his head buried in the crook of your neck as if he was afraid youâd vanish if he let go.
The only reassurance he seemed to accept was having you there, physically close to him, where he could feel you, touch you, and know that you hadnât disappeared. But as comforting as your presence was to him, it left you uncomfortable, stressed by the weight of the situation. Jungkook was too close, his grip too tight, and the intensity of it all made your mind scream for space, for distance. But you couldnât moveânot when each time you tried to shift even slightly, he would hold on tighter, and the quiet, broken sobs would return, muffled against your skin.
Your unlikely savior came at exactly 3 in the afternoon.
Min Yoongi opened the door in a relaxed manner as though he was the owner of the office, his bored eyes finding your form on the sofa. His relaxed demeanor was a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the room. Jungkook hadnât noticed him yet, but you softly calling Yoongiâs name alerted him of his presence âmore a sigh of relief than an actual greetingâit was enough to pull Jungkookâs attention. Yoongi raised his brow at Jungkook, his expression impassive as ever, a silent question if the younger man was finally okay. Jungkookâs only response was the slight untightening of his grip on you. The shift was hesitant, reluctant, but it was there. Slowly, his arms loosened, though his body still remained close, not quite ready to let you go entirely. His possessiveness had dulled, but it was far from gone.
Yoongiâs gaze softened when he turned it back to you, his expression warm and unexpectedly gentle. He knew what you had endured, the strain it had caused you, and for once, the sharp edges in his usually indifferent demeanor softened into something close to tenderness.
"Good afternoon, darling," Yoongi said in his low, easy drawl, a hint of amusement dancing behind his words. âIâve come to save you.â
Yoongi knew how overwhelming and overstimulating things could be sometimes. For the life of him and despite the instincts screaming in his head to have you close, he chose to silently walk beside you. You had been through enough for today.
You didnât even question where the two of you were going. It was like all the energy you had was drained from you. You were silent even as he closed the car door for you, was speechless even when he expertly drove away from the building. Min Yoongi was just exactly what you needed after the conundrum being with Jungkook brought.
âI know it was tough,â Yoongi said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you two. His voice was low, steady, as though he had been waiting for the right moment to speak. His hands gripped the steering wheel loosely, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but you could feel the weight of his attention on you. Even without looking at you, Yoongi had this uncanny ability to make you feel seen, like he was always aware of what you needed before you even realized it yourself. âBut still, thank you for calming him down.â
The soft hum of the car filled the space, and though you didnât respond immediately, you knew Yoongi didnât expect you to. From the short time that you were with them, you noticef that he had always been like thatâpatient, never pushing you to speak before you were ready. His quiet understanding was something that set him apart. There was no rush with him, no urgency to force words or explanations from you. Just his presence, calm and grounding, allowing you to gather your thoughts.
You nodded slowly, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. The memory of Jungkookâs desperate grip on you, the way he had refused to let you go, still lingered, and it was too raw to put into words. But Yoongi didnât push. He never did. He was just⊠there, giving you the space to process, to breathe. âI owe it to all of you. This was all my faultâŠâ
Yoongiâs gaze shifted toward you, and for a moment, he looked at you as though youâd just said something utterly ridiculous. His brow furrowed, and the corners of his lips tilted into a frown of disbelief. Then, with a sigh, he shook his head. âThis isnât your fault. How could you have known? Donât be so hard on yourself.â
Min Yoongi was just the reprieved you needed. Where the others seemed consumed by their need for you, Yoongi remained steady, unaffected by the storm raging around them.
He took you home and told you that he already took care of your supervisor and said that you were needed for a meeting. A wave of gratitude washed over you, and you couldnât help the small, tired smile that tugged at your lips. You didnât know how to thank him properly, but it seemed Yoongi didnât need grand gestures. His way of caring was quiet and understated, but it spoke volumes.
âThank you,â you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, but Yoongiâs small nod told you he heard it.
Your schedule with him was calm, much like his demeanor. The kitchen felt like a small sanctuary, the aroma of garlic and herbs wafting through the air as you chopped vegetables together. The music of your choice filled the space, a playful backdrop to the evening.
You smiled to yourself, caught up in the moment. Suddenly, a chuckle broke your reverie. You turned to see him shaking his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. âBad Romance by Lady Gaga?â he teased, but there was no edge to his wordsâjust a warm acceptance of your quirky taste. You shrugged, a grin spreading across your face. It felt domestic, this shared moment, and you savored it. And yes, Bad Romance was truly a banger song.
But then, the atmospere shifted. Lost in thought, you almost missed his sudden remark. âI heard from Hoseok that your friend found a cure for the love potion.â His voice was steady, almost indifferent, yet you caught the tension in the way he gripped the counter, knuckles whitening against the cool surface. His eyes were focused on his task, a deliberate action on his part.
You nodded, surely this was good news for them, right?
 âThatâsâŠgood.â
It did not sound like it was good. You considered asking him, pressing for clarity, but you hesitated. This was Yoongi, after all. He wasnât a man who wore his emotions on his sleeve, and pushing too hard might cause him to withdraw further. But your instinct, the one that had kept you grounded in moments like this, told you to be careful. You trusted him, both him and Seokjin, but trust was a fragile thingâespecially when it came to the men who surrounded you.
After you two finished cooking, he found you sitting on the sofa, mindlessly searching for what to watch when he lied down, his head resting on your legs. You looked down, surprised but not displeased. You noted how he refrained from physically touching you the past hour, his control and thoughtfulness of your situation did not go unnoticed by you. âI tried to hold off as long as I could,â he murmured, his eyes drifting closed as he settled in.
You chuckled softly, brushing a hand through his dark hair. âThank you for being considerate, Yoongi.â The weight of his head on your lap felt grounding, a connection that made the world outside seem distant.
It was five in the afternoon when you decided to freshen up. The entire day, despite it being only being afternoon, left you exhausted. It wasnât just the physical exhaustion that clawed at you; it was the emotional toll of navigating conversations that felt more like tightrope walks than exchanges. Each word had to be measured, each response carefully calculated. It was like it would only take one wrong word for them to crumble. Each of them just as needy as the others.
It did not come as a surprise when you stepped out of the bathroom and found the one and only Park Jimin in your bedroom. His head was hanging low as he sat on your bed, his form slouched as he stared down. Gone was his suit, and his necktie hung loosely around his collar as though he had spent the entire day tugging at it.
âJimin?â
Slowly, he looked up. His dark eyes were impassive, the usual glint gone. He looked so far from the sweet persona he usually had, and in his place was a man that was emitting dangerous vibes. âLittle one,â he called, his voice low and toneless. âI heard your...â he trailed off, his scoffed a telltale sign of what exactly he was feeling. â-friend found us a cure.â
You blinked owlishly, caught off guard with how displeased he looked. He raised his brow at your prolonged silence, âWhatâs wrong, honey?â He stood up and sauntered to you, his faux concern so thick that you could almost choke at it. âAll seven of us are sick from that love potion, right? So itâs only correct that we get the âcureâ, right?â
You looked up to meet his eyes as he neared you, his chest almost touching yours from his proximity. âAre we sick to you, little one?â
âIââ you started, your heart beating fast from his line of questioning. The intensity of his line of questioning made your pulse quicken. He tilted his head, his finger catching droplets of water that had escaped from your hair, trailing slowly down your neck.
âHmm? You what?â His voice was low, teasing yet laced with something darker.
âI just want you all to return to your normal life,â you answered truthfully. âI know everything happening is not normal for any of you. Your life does not involve aroundâŠâ You hesitated, searching for the right words. âThis chaos. You deserve to be free.â
He paused with his ministration, his hand hovering near your chest. A flicker of something crossed his face and you failed to decipher whether it was from amusement or annoyance. He stepped even impossibly closer. He looked down at you and whispered something that terrified you. âDid you ask us if we want to go back to how it was? Little one, did you even ask if we need a cure?â
Involuntarily, your foot took a step back. The weight of his words came crushing down on you. You were shaking your head even before he could finish saying his piece. You thought that it was a ridiculous thought anyway. âYou donât know what youâre saying, Park Jimin. None of what youâre all feeling is real,â you implored him, willing his true self to understand what you were saying, and not the version of himself that was âin loveâ with you. âThis potion-itâs not who you are.â
His gaze held steady, dark and penetrating as though what you said set off something in himâŠsomething they all tried so hard to contain. âAnd what will you do if this is who we want to be? What if we want these versions of ourselves that are so utterly in love with you, little one? What then?â
You felt your breath hitched at every word and expose he was telling you. âBut itâs a lie. You canât love something or someone thatâs been forced upon you. This isnât love. You have to know that.â
It was a little while before he even responded again as silence enveloped the room. The only indication that he heard you was that subtle tilt in his head. âI see you still see all this as lovesickness and not destiny.â
âBecause it is!â you insisted, the desperation for him to see the truth made your voice rose. âYou canât really believe that this is meant to be!â
Jimin shook his head, strands of his hair cascading on his forehead, breaking the carefully gelled up appearance of his. âYouâll get sick, too,â he whispered as though it was an omen, as though foretelling a fate that even you couldnât comprehend.
But you would later on.
You heard him wrongâŠright? There was no way he said that.
âWhat?â The word came out as breathless gasp, disbelief flooding your senses.
He smiled innocently, the sudden playfulness in his expression felt like a mask. âLet me dry your hair before you get sick, little one.â His tone may have seemed so casual, yet it sent a shiver down your spine. You knew you couldnât talk sense into him, not when the seven of them were neck-deep in the effects of that love potion. Furthermore, you knew that insisting that what they were all feeling was far from reality would only leave them feeling abandoned by the supposedly love of their lives: you. You couldnât make them see reason, at least not now.
Right now, the only way to calm down the simmering annoyance and angst in him was to let him do what he wanted to do. Jimin was gentle and thorough as he dried your hair, his touch so soft as though you were made of porcelain, something he feared might shatter.
âSee how good I take care of you, little one? How good we all treat you?â he murmured, his voice particularly low and soothing as he worked the towel through your damp locks.
You felt your heart ache at the sincerity in his words, even if they were colored by the potionâs influence. âJiminâŠâ you started, but the protest caught in your throat as he leaned in closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you. He met your eyes through the mirror, his chin resting on your shoulder and rush of warmth and happiness passed through him. He fucking loved you, he thought to himself as an even fiercer conviction took root. You would see it soon.
âYou are our queen, my love,â he continued with fierce intensity. âDonât you see?â
But if this was love, then it felt like a prison to you. The sensation of his arms wrapped around you felt less like an embrace and more like shackles, binding you to a reality that terrified you. The walls felt as if they were closing in, the weight of his affection pressing down on your chest. You felt it even more when he placed his plump lips on your neck.
âAnd we will always sacrifice everything for our queen.â
As soon as the clock hit 7 in the evening, you tore yourself away from his embrace and ran down to the living room, already typing down on your phone to call for a meeting with the boys when you saw them already sitting there. They seemed to be in a deep conversation, their voices low and their faces serious. Sitting in the middle of them all was Kim Namjoon who had his eyes closed and his head resting against the backrest of the sofa. He looked similar to how he was when he trapped you in the elevator. He almost seemed to be sleeping had it not been the slight tremors in his hands that gave it away.
It was as though they were attuned to your presence when they all turned their heads to where you were, sans Namjoon, their conversation coming into a halt. It was eerie, you thought. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the synchronized movement, as if they were all part of some unsettling choreography.
âThere she is,â Hoseok said brightly his face lighting up with a happiness that seemed almost out of place in the tense atmosphere. On his lap was your cat who was sporting a new collar. And was that gold?! âHow was your day, little one?â
âWe need to talk.â
âUh-oh,â Taehyung plainly commented, his hand absentmindedly playing with Jungkookâs hair. His carefree gesture was a complete contrast to the seriousness in his face. âI already donât like this.â
âPark Jimin, what did you do now?â Yoongi quipped, raising an eyebrow as he caught sight of the mentioned man entering the living room behind you. There was a teasing lilt in his voice, but the underlying concern was palpable.
Jimin smirked, holding your hand briefly when he passed you and sat down beside the quiet Namjoon. âNothing. I justâŠdried her hair.â
Jin shook his head, shooting the maknae line a look of disappointment. He just knew that they did something today. Afterall, he thought that the younger men didnât know the meaning of control and working in the shadows. He would talk to them later. They should have known how much of a flight risk you were. They were just banking on the kindness of your heart and how they used it to play with your conscience. It was that and Namjoon and Hoseokâs tactics that got you here, after all. They should all play smartly if they wanted this to last forever. And for now, making you happy was the way to that. He stood up and walked to you. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. Â âI heard from Hoseok that there is a cure. Is this about it, my love?â
âLetâs hear it then, noona,â Jungkook said with a smile on your face. It was a deceitful smile, you noted to yourself. How he could turn his playfulness and innocence on and off was terrifying, and the evidence of it was staring right at your face. You looked down and saw his bandaged hand from the breakdown from earlier.
Yoongi offered you an encouraging smile and you were only too thankful for his quiet support. You didnât think twice to sit when he tapped down the empty space beside him. âA-as you all know, my friendâs grandmother knows of a cure in the mountains-â
Taehyungâs sharp scoffed interrupted you. âYouâre tired of taking care of your mess when itâs only been a day?â His tone may be playful, but there was an edge to it.
You took a dee breath, âI know this is all difficult for all of us. But if she knows something, if there is even a small chance that there is really a cure, then shouldnât we go for it? If this can help-â
âHelp us?â Jimin interjected, his tone softer but laced with frustration. âHelp us how? By running off to the mountains while weâre all here struggling with these feelings?â
âAnd how will we even know that youâll come back to us?â Hoseok added, his anger bubbling to the surface. âWhat if you just leave?â he voiced the heavy question everyone in the room had been thinking about, not that they would let you, anyway.
The atmosphere grew tense, and you could feel the weight of their accusations pressing down on you. âIt isnât fair,â you retorted, your voice trembling slightly.
âWell, it was never fair to the seven of us,â Taehyung shot back, his tone sharp. âWe were minding our own business when your negligence caused us this situation. You are to blame, and all you want is to escape from it.â
You could no longer take all the blamings, you realized. You were not the only one to blame in this, right? You were just as victim as they were! And the oldest should also share the blame! âBut he knew!â
Seokjin blinked owlishly, attention now on him as you pointed your finger at him. âKnew what?â
âYou knew that that pink tumbler wasnât yours! You said so yourself that you knew it wasnât yours because yours had coffee in it! You knew and you kept on drinking!â
âAh, rightâ he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he offered sheepish looks at the other CEOs who were all looking at him with seriousness and disbelief in their eyes. âWhat? It was delicious, right?!â
âWell, yeah it was,â Yoongi approved, his voice low. He looked like he was already long done with this conversation with the way he was leaning against the backrest and you knew with just one push he would already be lying down and dozing off. However, his attention was still on you as he played with the strands of your hair.
âSo, if you are all blaming me, shouldnât you put blame on him, too? He offered you the drink knowing that it wasnât his! And he didnât tell you all!â
Jungkook nodded, completely agreeing at whatever you were saying as long as you kept talking. Your voice was melody to his ears, like a siren, he thought. If he was a cartoon, you were sure that heâd already have heart coming out of his eyes from the way he was looking at you. He was giggling like a child, his chin resting on his palm, his body turned to you. âYouâre right, noona. Itâs Jin hyungâs fault. We should kick him out of the house or exchange him for ice creamâŠSpeaking of! Whatâs your favorite flavor, my love?â
âFine! Then sue me! Arrest me! But lock me with her forever!â Seokjin exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hands in the air.
âSeokjin, for the love of all thatâs good-â
âI love it when you call me that,â he said with sincerity in his voice.
âI literally just called you your name!â you shot back in exasperation.
âYes. That. I love it.â
âOh my God, weâre getting off track!â You exclaimed in frustration. âThe cure. Itâs worth pursuing, donât you all think? Isnât that why Iâm here in the first place? To alleviate the effects of the love potion?â
You knew you had them when they looked at each other in silence. âAnd whatâs more alleviating than actually freeing us all from the effects of that potion?â you continued, your voice steady, determined. âIf we have a chance to break this spellâif we can find a way to return to our normal livesâshouldnât we take it?â
âYouâre not going alone. We are coming with you,â Kim Namjoon broke his silence for the first time that night. You couldnât help but notice the strain in his voice despite the firm way he delivered his demand, a telltale sign that he needed you now. It was already past seven, and he was the last one in the schedule. It was already way past his schedule, and he had been patient and enduring enough. He just knew that anytime now he would break. He opened his eyes, and his gaze locked onto yours, âTomorrow. We go to the mountains.â
Before anyone could respond, he stood up swiftly, his long legs carrying him away from the eruption of chaos and disagreement that erupted from his statement. The others began to voice their objections, a flurry of protests filling the room.
Yet, he never stopped.
âYou know you have to come to him, right, noona?â Jungkook said amidst the chaos. âNamjoon hyung is sufferingâŠâ
âHe has been patient,â Hoseok added, admiring the strength and resolved that their lead CEO had. âBut he needs you, too.â
The walk to his room was long despite the reasonable distance. It must have been because of the rapid beating of your heart as you walked to the unknown. The six of them all showed their dark side, the possessive, obsessive and jealous side that terrified you. You wondered what the last member would show you tonight.
But they were right.
Despite your fear and restlessness, you had to honor your responsibility with them.
Your knuckles had barely grazed his door when it opened from the inside, revealing the disheveled lead CEO.
Kim Namjoon was breathing hard despite the cool air inside his room. The usually composed lead CEO looked disheveled and visible exhausted. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, strands of his dark hair tousled as if his fingers had raked through them in frustration. He had already donned out his dark suit, his white and crisp shirt was unbuttoned. His muscular chest was glistening with sweat. Your eyes traced his form and found him barefooted.
This was as unmade as you ever witnessed him to be.
You were right, you realized. Kim Namjoon suffered the most today as he was the last one in the schedule. The way he was looking at you made it seemed like you were nothing to him but a prey, one that he had been desperately hunting the whole day. His silence only made you more tensed. "Namjoon," you began softly, concern evident in your voice as you stepped closer despite wanting to run away. "Are you alright?"
Instead of a reassuring answer, his demeanor shifted. His answer was pulling you inside his lair. His movements were quick. Desperate. Frantic. The sound of lock clicking loudly in the quiet of the room. This wasn't the controlled man you were accustomed toâthis was someone else entirely, someone driven by raw instinct and need.
Every step he took towards you was a step you took backwards. He was sauntering to you like a predator would, his movements slow and deliberate like someone who knew had you trapped. His muscles were tensed like he was barely holding onto his control. His eyes, usually so warm, now bore into you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel the tension radiating from him, his body coiled like a spring about to snap. You had an inkling that he wasnât okay, but you never expected him to be this intense, this desperate.
"N-Namjoon, please," you stammered, your concern growing as his presence overwhelmed you, "Youâre not okay. Let me get some help, okay?"
He scoffed softly, a sound that dripped with frustration and desire. The truth was plain to seeâhe wasn't just physically spent; there was something deeper unsettling him, something that demanded your presence, your touch, as if you were the anchor he desperately needed.
He knew if he didnât have you in his arms in the next second, then he would truly lose it. He was desperate for you. And so, for the first time ever, he damned the consequences.
âTake off your clothes.â
âWhat?! No-â
âI need to feel your skin or I will fucking lose it, little one,â he gritted, his hands formed into fists in an attempt to ground him. He didnât want to scare you, that was the last thing he wanted.
But he was scaring himself. The dizzying need for you was terrifying him. Dark thoughts were swirling in his mind: all of them were of losing you. He didnât know what would happen if they lost you. He didnât know what they would be capable of if you had someone else.
The only thing that could calm him down was you. But you were stubborn, werenât you? He saw your eyes darted to the door behind him, assessing the probability that you could escape him. It wouldnât happen, he was certain. Not in the state he was in.
âDonât,â he whispered with a shake of his head. âDonât test me tonight, little one. I am barely holding it in.â
âYouâre scaring me,â you whispered in admittance, your eyes begging him to be sane, to at least reach the Namjoon inside him that knew this was a grey area.
He paused in front of you. he was breathing hard and his eyes seemed to be all dark. His voice was low as he explained his need for you and his promise that the two of you would only be sleeping.
Tonight, he claimed that you would be safe.
âI wonât ask again, little one,â he whispered as he looked down at you. âRemove your clothes and get on the bed.â
âAnd weâll just sleep?â
âYes.â
âYou promise?â
He nodded. What he didnât tell you was how he wasnât sure if you could still be safe from the monsters you woke up inside them tomorrow. But that was tomorrowâs problem.
His eyes followed your every reluctant movement as you walked near to his bed. This was all so sudden, and the darkness of the room didnât help you observe his personality that was reflected in his room. However, you were thankful for the darkness because it gave you the courage to do as he bade without the full weight of his gaze on you. Shadows danced across the walls and with a shaky breath, you finally sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets soft and inviting beneath you. The room, dimly lit by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, seemed to wrap around you like a comforting shroud. It was easier to let the shadows obscure your uncertainties.
You began to remove your shirt, your heart racing as you felt his eyes on you, the intensity palpable. The fabric slipped away, leaving you feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated.
âThe shorts, little one,â he ordered quietly, his eyes still on you as he shrugged of his white shirt. He raised his brows when a flicker of stubbornness crossed your face, a silent warning that he was at the very edge of a cliff. With shaky hands, you pushed off your shorts before quickly getting under his thick blanket, hiding your exposed skin from his eyes.
Your heard the buckle of his belt coming undone, and the sound of zipper following next was too loud in the silence of his room which made you shut your eyes closed. But the prolonged silence made you take a peek. And there he was. He was stalking to you, his muscular chest bared for your eyes, his thighs so thick and strong. The only thing he still had on was his black boxers that leave nothing to the imagination.
You shrieked when he got on the bed confidently and flipped the blanket to the side, baring your body to him, both his arms encasing you as he hovered above you.
âN-Namjââ your words left you when he settled his weight on you, every ridges and corners of his body was touching you. His nose was on your neck, breathing in your scent. His hands moved from the side of your head down to your wrist, and everything he touched left goosebumps on your skin. âDonât fight this,â he whispered as he pulled your wrist above your head and kept them prisoned there.
âY-you told me weâre just going to sleep,â you reminded him, your voice shaking slightly as you felt the heat radiating from Namjoonâs body. The tension in the air felt electric, and your heart raced.
âI told you. You are safe with me tonight.â
His hard member certainly did not make you feel safe. You could feel his hardness poking your stomach, and you were no saint to not know what it meant. You were certainly not that innocent to not be affected by this. You were embarrassed with how you could feel your arousal seeping to your underwear, and you hoped that he wouldnât notice.
You jumped when you felt his tongue swiped at the expanse of your neck. You were trying to free yourself away from his hold when he nipped at your skin, sucking at it hard enough to know that it was going to leave a mark. All the while, his hips were slowly thrusting to you as though he was barely holding onto his thin control.
âDo you not feel safe, little one?â he taunted, his voice deeper than you ever heard of him. He lifted his head from your neck, his dark eyes glinting with something akin to an animalistic desire to have you. âIs the pleasure too much for you?â he asked in faux concern before thrusting his clothed cock directly to your heat. And by heavens, a moan escaped you. âOr is it not enough?â
âF-fuck, Namjoon- please!â you gasped as his hand pinched your nipple over your bra. His lips hovered over yours, so impossibly close that you knew one wrong movement was enough to make yours touched his. His cock was brutal as he humped you.
âDonât you feel safe with the desires you are feeling?â he whispered directly to your ear, his hot breath leaving tingles down your spine. âDonât you feel safe with just one cock? Do you want me to call the six of them? I bet theyâd be happy to make you come. I know Yoongi does.â
âS-stop!â
He chuckled, his thrust stopping altogether. âLittle one, youâre free. You can push me anytime you want. But you donât want to, do you?â
It was only when he pointed it out that you realized he was no longer holding you down. In fact, he hadnât for a while. You were too drunk with the sinful desire and his primal need to be with you that you didnât notice that you had the choice to push him away.
And the horrifying realization that you deliberately didnât want him to stop came crashing in.
âDonât you just want to give in? I promiseâŠno one will know. Itâs just the two of us,â he whispered seductively, his breath warm against your skin. The way his words wrapped around you felt almost hypnotic, stirring something deep within. âTurn that mind off, darling. Youâre so fucking wet,â he growled sensually. âI can feel your wetness in my thighs. You deserve this, little one. You deserve to be worship. All you need to do is to move.â
Your heart raced at the intensity of his gaze, each word wrapping around you like a vice. There was a part of you that yearned to give in, to surrender to the pull between you.
And you did.
Your hips lifted slightly to meet his, and it was all he needed before he rutted on you, the control he had snapped like a twig when you took the first step. You could feel you were getting close, his movements were all unforgiving and sensual.
âSee?â he growled, his voice low and intense, sending shivers down your spine. âI just want to take care of you, little love. We all just want to give you all you desire.â He stepped closer, the heat radiating off him like a tangible force, drawing you in. âI told you. You are safe with me. But you arenât safe from your own desires.â
You could feel something hot, something with urgency. And it wasnât long until you shuddered, you trashed with your back arched. And just like clockwork, Namjoonâs warm essence spurted out and onto his boxers.
âThatâs it, little one. Good girl.â
And as he held your body in his arms that night, he lied awake with thoughts of how to keep you. You were so beautiful. And perfect for him. You were perfect for them. He was sure that all of his brothers were thinking of the same thing: how to keep you forever.
Day 4, morning
It didnât come as a surprise when he woke up and found you gone, nor did it come as a surprise when you couldnât meet his eyes when he came down early in the morning ready to leave for the mountains. Seokjin, ever the observant, noticed the tension between the two of you. Actually, it was more so from you as you tried your very best to stick with who you thought was the safest among the seven, Seokjin and Yoongi.
Seokjin, with his soft smile and easygoing charm, had managed to pull the wool over your eyes. How could you have known that Seokjin was a wolf in a sheepâs clothing while Yoongi was only patient until he wasnât? How could you have known that they were truly far from who you thought they were?
The maknae line were already waiting by the door, talking animatedly among themselves as though all of you were just going to the mountains for a fun fieldtrip and not for the love potion cure.
It was Hoseok that broke the silence, âHow was your sleep, little one?â
âG-good,â you stammered, your eyes lifting to meet the lead CEOâs gaze, only to find him already looking back at you with an intensity that made your heart race. You quickly looked down, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. âL-letâs go? Itâs quite a far drive.â
You swallowed hard, trying to shake off the knot of tension in your stomach. The closer you got to the mountains, the more real the journey felt, and the more daunting the implications of finding a cure. You turned to Namjoon, who stood nearby, arms crossed and expression unreadable. âAre we ready?â
It took him a moment to answer, as though weighing your question with care, his eyes lingering on you in a way that felt too heavy for casual conversation. The air between you felt thick, charged with something unspoken, and the silence stretched on, longer than it should have. âAlways ready,â he replied, though the weight of his gaze suggested he had more on his mind than just the drive ahead.
You sat quietly the whole journey. The feeling of freedom was so near, yet the implications of what happened the past three days weighed down on you. You knew things could never go back the way it was. You knew you had to leave your job and move someplace else. Despite the possibility of a cure, you knew that everything that transpired was far more complex that a simple remedy couldnât fix.
You glanced around the van, taking in the familiar faces of the men who had turned your world upside down. This was probably one of the last times youâd be in their proximity, and that thought sent a shiver down your spine. You felt both relieved and terrified at the prospect.
It was as though Seokjin, the designated driver, could hear your thoughts. He glanced up into the rearview mirror and met your eyes, concern flickering in his expression. âYou okay back there?â he asked, his voice steady but laced with something deeper, an awareness of your internal struggle.
You offered a small smile, not quite reaching your eyes. âIâm good,â you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
You looked down at the address your friend gave you. The mountains loomed in the distance; their imposing silhouettes framed by a clear blue sky. You could hear the faint rustle of leaves in the cool breeze, a stark contrast to the tension that had built up during the drive.
Namjoon was off to the side, deep in conversation with an elderly man. You couldnât help but catch snippets of their dialogueâwords like âcureâ and âlove potionâ floated through the air, drawing your attention. You watched as the man gestured toward a narrow, winding path leading deeper into the woods.
After a few moments, Namjoon turned back to you, a satisfied smile on his face. âWe have to walk. The car cannot pass through,â he shared the information with the group.
You nodded, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. âHow far is it?â
âNot too far, just a little hike,â he assured you, though his eyes held a glimmer of seriousness. âAre you ready?â
Taking a deep breath, you glanced at the rest of the group, who had gathered around. The maknae line looked eager, bouncing on their feet as if they were about to embark on a thrilling quest. Yoongi leaned against a tree, his expression contemplative, while Seokjin was busy checking the supplies they brought along.
âYeah, Iâm ready,â you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. âLetâs do this.â
It was almost an hour into the hike, and your little group was nearing the top when you saw it. âThat must be it,â Hoseok said, pointing excitedly at the small house perched on the summit. It looked quaint, surrounded by trees and flowers, with smoke curling from the chimney, hinting at warmth and life within. For a moment, the sight was sereneâpeaceful even. But there was something about it that made your skin prickle, a sense of wrongness you couldnât quite shake. The beauty of it felt... too perfect. Like an illusion meant to distract. A narrow pathway led to a flight of stairs, and just as you felt a rush of exhilaration, a pained gasp broke the tranquility.
You turned around to see Jungkook wincing, his hand clutching his ankle. âJungkook!â you exclaimed, rushing to his side. He was sitting on the ground, his face contorted in pain, his doe eyes looking up at you as though he was asking for help. Beside him, Jimin crouched down, his innocent-looking face betraying none of the tension in the air. He looked concerned, but there was something about the calmness in his expression that made you pauseâsomething about the way he was sitting too still, too perfectly for the situation at hand. How he hurt himself when the path was no longer steep like before, nor was the ground slippery was lost on you. You foolishly thought that you were out of the danger zone.
"Jungkook!" you repeated, kneeling beside him, your voice trembling with concern. "What happened?â
âI think I twisted it,â he admitted, his voice strained. âIt hurts so bad, noona. P-please stay with me.â
You blinked at his request, your heart aching at the sight of him so vulnerable, but a wave of doubt swept over you. You had to make a decision, and fast. The cure was still ahead of you, and the house at the summit was growing nearer with every step youâd taken. But now, Jungkook was down, and his injury looked serious.
You glanced around, unsure what to do. You could stay with him, of course, but you werenât the only one in the group, and there were others who might be able to help him. Maybe someone else should stay with him while you continued on to the house? Just as you were about to ask Taehyung, Namjoon stepped near you and interrupted your thoughts.
âStay with Jungkook,â Namjoon urged you, glancing back at the house. âWe can take care of the cure. Donât worry.â
You hesitated, torn between the urgency of reaching the house and your concern for Jungkook. His face was twisted in pain, and you felt a pang of guilt for even considering leaving him. But the reassuring nod from Seokjin was enough to convince you that the men could handle the cure without you.
âOkay,â you finally said, your voice steadying. âIâll stay here with Jungkook.â
As you knelt beside him, your focus solely on his ankle, you completely missed the meaningful look shared between Taehyung and Yoongi, a silent conversation that hinted at something more.
âJust take a deep breath, Jungkook,â you said, gently placing a hand on his knee. âLetâs see if we can wrap this up.â
The six men trudged up the pathway leading to the small house in companiable silence when Seokjin suddenly stopped, halting the progress of the six men following him. They were almost near the house that his sudden pause caused confusion to the maknae line. It was a moment before he turned to face the group.
âHyung?â Jimin asked, his brows furrowed. âWhatâs wrong?â
Seokjin and Yoongi shared a meaningful look, their jaws set in stone and expression serious. âTaehyung and Jimin, I think you should stay guard here,â he said, his voice low and firm.
âHyung, what if you need us there-â
Namjoon, who was quick to notice the peculiar seriousness in their eldest placed a reassuring hand on Taehyungâs shoulder and faced him. He flashed him a dimpled smile as though assuring him that everything was fine. âI think what hyung means is that this way, you can look out for little one and Jungkook.â
He tilted his head slightly, catching sight of you and Jungkook, a little ways down the path, peering curiously at the house.
âDonât worry, we can handle this,â Hoseok assured the two age-mate with his charm. He gave a playful nudge to Taehyung as he stepped past them, confidence radiating from his every move. âJust keep an eye out, okay?â
With that, Hoseok entered the house, the door creaking softly behind him. The rest of the older members followed, leaving the maknae line standing in the fading light.
You didnât have to wait long before the six of them descended the path, their expressions were mixed of triumph and satisfaction, and something that you couldnât quite pinpoint. It wasnât even that long when the six of them walked down to you. Yoongi led the way, a confident stride in his step, and in his hand was a small bottle filled with a shimmering pink liquid.
Your heart raced as you caught sight of it. âIs thatâ?â
âItâs the cure, little one,â he confirmed, holding it up to the light. The liquid sparkled, catching the sun in a way that made it almost mesmerizing, almost tantalizing, almost too hypnotic that you couldnât tear your eyes away from it.
You felt your heart leap in your chest. The weight of the world seemed to lift off your shoulders, and a wave of disbelief rushed through you. You could barely comprehend it, but there it was. âWeâre freeâŠâ you said with disbelief in your tone. You were too happy that you jumped up and hugged Jungkook. âI cannot believe it!â
âWell, almost, little one,â Namjoon said, his expression shifting to something more serious. âWeâll take it at home where we can safely observe the effects. We canât risk anything happening here.â
The words hit you like a splash of cold water. For a moment, the excitement faltered, and a small knot of worry tugged at your stomach. You had been so caught up in the euphoria of it all that you hadnât stopped to consider the reality of it. There were still risks, still unknowns.
âArenât you just a little too excited about leaving us, little one?â His words were offhanded, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something you couldnât quite place.
Your eyes darted to him, surprised by the sudden comment. Jiminâs gaze was still fixed on his nails, as though the conversation were of no consequence to him. But there was a subtle tension around him, something in his posture that didnât quite sit right.
Instead of dwelling too much in what he was enunciating, you decided to face Namjoon. âRight, of course,â you said, stepping back from Jungkook and if you noticed the reluctant way he let go of you, you didnât mention. You rationalized that they were still under the influence of the potion. You just had to hold on a little bit more.
Seokjin clapped his hands together, breaking the tension. âThen letâs get moving! The sooner weâre back, the sooner we can celebrate properly.â
The ride back to the civilization was filled with different vibes, it was quiet yet there was a profound peace within the group. This time, it was Jungkook who was driving while Taehyung was in the front seat with him. Seated next to you was Yoongi who was quietly contented in engulfing your hand in his, both your hands resting on his thighs. On your other side was Hoseok who was uncharacteristically quiet until he caught you looking at him.
âJ-Jin, this is a lot,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you took in the lavish spread laid out on the table. Plates piled high with vibrant dishes, each one more mouthwatering than the last, sparkled under the soft glow of the lights. It was hard to believe he had managed to prepare all this while looking like he just stepped off a magazine cover.
âI want to celebrate us,â Jin replied, his smile warm and genuine.
You blinked owlishly, caught off guard. Us? What did he mean by that?
âYou know, how weâŠsurvived this.â His eyes sparkled with sincerity, but confusion washed over you. You opened your mouth to ask him to elaborate, to clarify what âusâ really meant, when suddenly, Taehyung appeared beside you. He leaned in so close that his lips almost brushed your ear, his voice teasingly conspiratorial.
âHyung is so dramatic. He wants to do a big toast before drinking the cure.â
You missed the look the two men shared over your head when Jimin walked in and tugged you to sit next to him and Yoongi. âCome on, little one. Iâm starving.â
One by one, the four other men took their seats around the beautifully set table. Directly across from you was Taehyung who was watching you intently, and beside him were Hoseok and Jungkook. On the other end of the table was Namjoon, manspreading like a king sitting in his throne. Seokjin moved gracefully around the table, setting down seven glasses that glinted like jewels, each filled with the pink liquid of the cure slushing around with every step. Your breath caught slightly as he approached, and when he stopped behind you, leaning down close, a shiver ran through you.
âAnd of course, for the lady. Only the best of wines,â he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You turned slightly, catching a glimpse of his serious and dark expression before he straightened, and just like that, he transformed it into a sweet smile that lit up the room. You wondered if it was just the light playing tricks on you.
âHyung, ready for the toast?â Jungkook asked, his eyes on you even as he directed his question to Namjoon.
âI think it should be our little one that we ask,â Yoongi spoke for the first time that night, his tone unexpectedly serious. He turned to you, his eyes piercing through the moment, as if trying to read your thoughts. âAre you ready for what comes next?â
You felt a knot form in your stomach, a mixture of excitement and anxiety churning inside you. âAre you ready⊠for the rest of your life, love?â Taehyung voiced, his expression uncharacteristically solemn as he toyed with his glass, tracing the rim with his fingertip.
You blinked owlishly, wondering why there were too many questions from them as though they were asking something else. But they werenât, right? They werenât implying anything more, were they?
You wanted your old life back.
You wanted your freedom back.
With a steadying breath, you raised your glass of wine, a quiet resolve settling over you. âTo our freedom,â you declared, your voice clear despite the whirlwind of emotions.
Namjoon smirked, a fondness in his eyes as he confidently raised his glass in response. âTo you, little one.â
âTo us,â Seokjin added, his voice warm as he joined the toast, and one by one, the others followed suit.
You all drank to the last sip of your drinks, the sweet, fruity flavor of the wine lingering on your tongue. Seokjinâs gaze remained fixed on you, his watchful eyes never leaving your face as he set down his empty glass. There was an intensity in his stare, an unspoken question hanging in the air, as if he were waiting for something to unfold.
And he waited.
And waited.
Until it happened.
You felt the warmth of the wine spreading through your body, a comforting buzz that made everything feel lighter, more vibrant. But in the back of your mind, there was a nagging sensation, a whisper that something wasnât quite right. The room began to tilt slightly, chatter of the CEOs was fading into a soft murmur. âS-somethingâs not right,â you whispered, turning to your ever dependable Yoongi, the one who never put you down.
Your hand was clutching his sleeves, yet he paid you no mind. You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the liquid in you, and that nagging sensation began to twist in your gut. The wineâwas it the wine? The warmth, the lightness, the almost too comfortable feeling that was settling into your bonesâhad it been too easy? Too perfect?
âW- what was in t-that w-wine?â You asked shakily, barely a whisper, your eyes finding Seokjinâs apathetic ones.
He waited.
âSeokjinâŠâ you breathed out, your voice barely a whisper, as the fear settled in your chest like a stone.
He didnât answer. Instead, he simply stared at you, his expression unreadable as his fingers lightly drummed against the table, almost too casual, too relaxed.
The realization hit you like a gut punch: This wasnât a celebration. This was a trap.
Your vision blurred, and you struggled to focus, the faces of Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Namjoon becoming indistinct. Slowly, your world faded to black.
The seven men watched you as Yoongi wrapped his arm around you, securing your head to his shoulder as though he didnât do anything.
âWhy⊠why would you do that, hyung?â Jungkook asked, his voice a mix of confusion and disbelief, eyes wide with shock as he processed the scene.
Yoongi remained focused on you, his other hand gently caressing your face, a gesture of comfort that felt surreal. It was Seokjin, however, who broke the silence, his voice calm and measured as he quietly sliced his food. âShe was going to leave us.â
Taehyungâs shock morphed into something deeper, worry etching lines on his forehead as he glanced between the two of them. âWe canât just keep her here!â
âShe belongs with us,â Seokjin replied softly, an edge of finality in his tone as he continued to slice his food, unbothered by the tension brewing around him.
âBut there is a cureââ Jungkook started, his voice rising in protest.
âThere is no cure, Jungkook,â Namjoon interjected smoothly, his form relaxed as he poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass like a tempest. âThereâs no cure because we arenât sick.â
âThe hyungs are right, Kookie,â Jimin said, his expression softening as he held your hand close to his face, as if trying to draw strength from your presence. âWe just love her so much.â
âAnd now, sheâll love us too just as much,â Hoseok smirked, his gaze darting to the wine you had drunk.
A phone beeping continuously rose Seokjin from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked down to find you snuggled peacefully in his arms, your face nestled against his chest. On your other side, Jimin had draped his leg over you, a content smile gracing his lips in his sleep. It was only four in the morning, yet the incessant beeping of your phone pierced the quiet.
You must have been too exhausted to not notice, he noted. Of course, why wouldnât you be when the seven men showed you just how much they loved you. And this time, you were only too enthusiastic to show them how much you adored them. With a sigh, he reached for your phone and opened your messages, curiosity piquing as he scrolled through the frantic texts.
You have to get out of there, Y/N. The effect of the love potion only lasts for 60 hours!
Y/N, honey, Iâm fucking serious. The potion wonât even be effective if they have no feelings for you.
These men are insane. They know you before this, Y/N. Youâre in danger there!
Where are you?
Seokjin scoffed, irritation bubbling up within him. He glanced down at your serene expression, blissfully unaware of the turmoil outside this moment. With a few quick taps, he deleted the messages, each one disappearing like smoke. You didnât need to know.
It didnât matter how you got here because you were here now.
And they would never, ever let you leave. As you nestled deeper into his side, he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, determination flaring within him. They would make you see that this was where you belonged, that you were one of them now. There would be no turning back.
More so now that they had access to that love potion. With just a few drops, they could weave the very fabric of your feelings, ensuring you remained anchored to them. They tasted heaven with you. What fool would let that go?
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THE ROOMMATE ê« - JJK
synopsis: your hot roommate brings out the dirtiest side of you
parings: roommate!jk x pervy!roommate!reader
warnings: mature language and content, spying, solo masturbation, lewd thoughts, slight jealously, underwear stealing, abnormal behavior (on both parts) mentions of pillow humping, wet dreams, fantasies, etc.
genre: smut, drabble
word count: 660
a/n: quick little one shot as a thank you for all the love youâve been showing me, i promise to keep writing the filthiest works for you guys <3
pervy!roommate!reader who has jungkook completely fooled. he thinks his cute housemate is so innocent. what he doesnât know is that youâre a deranged slut thatâs been yearning for him since youâve laid eyes on him.
pervy!roommate!reader whoâs attraction to jungkook starts off as something sane. your behavior progresses into stuffing your pussy to the thought of him, stealing his used boxers and trotting around in them when heâs not home, and staining the same pillows he lays his head on with your sticky cum.
pervy!roommate!reader who goes brain dead whenever jungkook is speaking to her. whether itâs about your half of the rent or what groceries you want him to go get, the only thing you can think about his having his dick down your throat.
pervy!roommate!reader who wakes up with her panties clinging to her pussy from the wet dreams she has about jungkook, desperately wishing to make the images of getting destroyed by him into a reality. every morning is a constant routine of rubbing your sensitive clit, hoping heâs listening to your soft cries for him on the other side.
pervy!roommate!reader who feels like she hits the jackpot when she catches jungkook fisting his huge cock in his room. the door is cracked open just the right amount to where she can spy. itâs so wrong to invade his privacy, she has time to walk away, to shut his door even. instead she feels her fingers creeping up to cup her breast, rolling it around while her teeth sink into her bottom lip. this could be her moment, her chance to finally relieve his dick that looks like itâll burst any second if it doesnât have a cunt squeezing around it. instead she falls back, rubbing one out while watching him before going back to bed.
pervy!roommate!reader whoâs visibly upset every time jungkook brings a girl over, dramatically slamming her bedroom door and making noises around the apartment to disturb him and his company. suddenly she needs jungkook for every little issue she has which causes his little hookup to dip out on him. heâd be more upset if his roommate wasnât enough eye candy for him to get off to alone. either way heâs satisfied.
pervy!roommate!reader whoâs scent on jungkooks pillows doesnât go unnoticed. heâs breathing you in every night in the spot where he lays his head. your aromas make his dick stand up, aching and hurting from neglect. he could call someone over, he has girls lined up and waiting for him. yet the only thing that sounds satisfying is his pretty little roommate. he thinks heâs going crazy when he hears your small pants and moans of his name with the wet, sloppy sounds of your cunt following after.
pervy!roommate!reader whoâs panties start going missing and popping up with globs of white substances in them and notices her roommate avoiding her more often. jungkook is suddenly too busy to hang out and too busy to have dinner with you. jungkook starts getting risky, leaving his door open while pumping his cock. he only does it when youâre not home, just in hopes that youâd walk in and drop to your knees when you saw him struggling to cum without your touch.
pervy!roommate!reader whoâs nerves are running rampant at her and jungkooks game of cat and mouse. when he sends her a âwe need to talkâ text various scenarios and thoughts begin to go through her head. yet nothing could prepare her for jungkookâs distressed expression as she sits in front of him on the sofa and he runs a tired hand over his face while hovering over her. her eyes widen, watching the bulge in his pants grow to an inhuman size. and she sure as hell wasnât prepared for his next proposal, something she thought sheâd never hear from him.
âdoll, as much as i love licking your slick off my pillows how about you use my cock from now on? yeah?â
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Thank you to all the amazing writers <3
Kim Seokjin
Broken happy ever after (@taexual)
Of bears and bonds (@yoonia)
Switched (@i-am-baechu)
Scale (@shina913)
Kyoho (@jeonqkooks)
End of the line (@kookslastbutton)
Min Yoongi
Only for you (@beautifulfuckup99)
Fix you (@casuallyimagining)
The one that I adore (@gimmethatagustd)
Man of the year (@raplinesmoon)
Wishes (@i-am-baechu)
Set me free (@casuallyimagining)
Jung Hoseok
Flower (@readyplayerhobi)
Dinner plans cancelled (@souryoong)
Close call (@xjoonchildx)
Bloom (@7deadlysinsfics)
Kim Namjoon
My girl (@beautifulfuckup99)
Like couples do (@jinkookspencil)
Face sitting (@euphoricfilter)
B.S standards (@katnisspeetaprim)
Pregnancy insecurity (@katnisspeetaprim) NAMJOON
Park Jimin
Love Bug (@httpjeon)
Photograph (@i-am-baechu)
Wanna watch a sex tape (@gimmethatagustd)
Into you (@phenomenalgirl9)
Kim Taehyung
Still waters run deep (@btsmosphere)
Something blue (@moni-logues)
A human touch (@snackhobi)
Let love be enough (@jingabitch)
My tears ricochet (@augustbutwinter)
Goodbye (@jjksblackgf)
Wanna watch a sex tape (@gimmethatagustd)
That Irish barista (@i-am-baechu)
Race to your heart (@jjkeverlast)
Loverboy (@kookslastbutton)
Jeon Jungkook
Do it right (@rerefundslocals)
Gold is dull (@kookluvre) -> (hasn't been updated in awhile but def worth the read)
Best friends (@trivia-yandere)
Need you (@archivedkookie)
Across a crowded room (@monimonimoon)
A little reminder (@beautifulfuckup99)
University superstar (@jungkookstatts)
But we loved too young (@jl-micasea-fics)
Skirt chasers (@1kook)
Big enough for both of us (@btsmosphere)
Bodywork (@angeljeonjk97)
Deep in the woods (@angllicjk)
Angel in the marble (@venusjeon)
Was it better (@gyukookswhore)
97 (@rrjkive)
Lemon sherbet (@extravaguk)
The m-word (@hansolmates)
Head over skates (@mercurygguk)
Gun (@kooeater)
Café o lay (@taesspark)
Guilty pleasures (@kookslastbutton)
Purple car (@fruitmins)
Until my last breath (@iamjungkooked)
Don't want your sympathy (@sketchguk)
Couples shoot (@katnisspeetaprim)
What we need (@jungkookstatts)
Praising (@neo-percs)
Show you what devotion is (@euaphoric)
Pluto (@katnisspeetaprim)
Cherry candy (@bonny-kookoo)
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Before I leave you (@hollyhomburg)
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