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spookybias · 4 years ago

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ᝰ another favor | choi beomgyu ˎˊ˗

genre: fluff & angst

type: drabble / twoshot

word count: 3.8k

description: beomgyu has finally worked up the courage to ask you out. but after seeing you hang out with someone else, he's outraged.

contents: beomgyu taking advantage of the reader's feelings, and i think i wrote beomgyu as more of a brat lol

prompts ↓

"can you picture it? you and i together?"

"you're gorgeous."

read the first half here

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒. His ears felt hot, which meant they had already turned red. His hands were sweaty, and he had to keep stopping on his way to your locker to wipe his hands on his pants, trying his best not to crush the rose he was holding. Beomgyu couldn’t believe that he hadn’t even approached you yet, but was already a nervous wreck. Hopefully you were at your locker and there were no interruptions because he didn’t think he’d have the courage to confront you at a later time.

The quivering boy peeked behind the corner, and spotted you, shoving books into your locker. You always arrived at school earlier than most, when the hallways were still scarce, to review your notes before class. Beomgyu had shown up forty minutes early, just for you.

He let out a quiet laugh, and a small blush crept onto his cheeks, as he watched you struggle to wedge your science textbook between your other books.

They’re so adorable, he thought.

Beomgyu was then struck with an idea. He could walk on over and hand you the rose. Next he’d take the textbook from you, and fit it in your locker for you. Then make some sort of remark like, “You looked like you could use some help”, radiating confidence because he figured you liked that part of his personality. He’d ask you for a favor right after you hit him with a sassy reply, (he really hoped you’d tell him to kiss you again instead), and the favor would be for you to go out with him.

Beomgyu nodded to himself. He patted his fluffy, brown hair down to cover his tinted ears, adjusted the collar of his shirt, and flattened down his blazer. He was going in, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. And he shouldn’t have to worry about that, because you always said yes.

But before Beomgyu could even make it three feet away from where he was standing, someone else came up to you. They weren’t walking with a red rose, but they were walking with a dazzling persona and a smile so bright and lively that if the video game Super Mario Sunshine was a person, it would be this guy.

Beomgyu watched as Yang Jeongin took hold of your science textbook, and carefully inserted it into your locker. The book went in so smoothly that Beomgyu wondered if even inanimate objects could fall for Jeongin. Now he wondered if you could fall for Jeongin too. As he lowered his arm back down to his side, Beomgyu caught a glimpse of the shorter boy’s growing muscles. He looked down at his own arms, they were a little thinner than Jeongin’s. Did you prefer guys with bigger muscles? Would you be satisfied with his physique?

Why weren’t you telling Jeongin to get lost? You always rejected help from other guys with zero hesitation. You never even seemed interested in any of your male classmates, but you sure did look interested in Jeongin.

Beomgyu watched you hold your binder against your chest, and heard you laugh at some dumb joke Jeongin made. Since when were you and Jeongin so comfortable with each other? Laughing the way the two of you did meant that you had to have been friends for awhile now. Had you been spending your mornings with Jeongin this whole time? Did the kiss you shared with Beomgyu a couple days ago mean nothing? Was it just practice for when you kissed Jeongin?

They should be laughing with me, Beomgyu thought, turning green with envy. He stomped on over.

He stood right next to you and slapped a smile on his face, full wattage. He turned to you, wanting your full attention, but you just kept giggling with Jeongin who also hadn’t noticed him standing next to you. It was in that moment that Beomgyu was seething with jealousy. He swiftly opened up his backpack, managing to pull out his homework folder without bending the rose still in his hands. He took out Mr. Kim’s assignment, the one you had done for him, and shoved it in your face.

“____!” Beomgyu faked enthusiasm, “Thank you so much for helping me with the assignment. Look, Mr. Kim gave me an A!”

“That’s great, Beomgyu,” You said dryly, a fake smile plastered on your face. You couldn’t think of any reason why it was necessary to share the grade you got him while another person outside the loop was around.

“Good job,” Jeongin said with a cheery smile. Beomgyu couldn’t find any hints of sarcasm. “You’re an amazing tutor, ____. Can the three of us study for finals together at your place too?”

“We didn’t work on the assignment at my place.” You felt the need to clarify. You didn’t want anyone to think you were the kind of person who brought others over to your house for “one-on-one sessions”. Then you panicked. Jeongin might become suspicious. “We worked on it together after school in the library,” You quickly added in. “So, yeah, when the three of us study it’ll be in the library.”

Beomgyu didn’t like how fast you shut down the idea of him being at your house. That was the point of him thanking you with vague details right in front of Jeongin. He wanted him to be jealous. Out of absolute spite, Beomgyu threw you under the bus.

“Actually, we didn’t work on it together at all! They stayed at the library after school and did it for me.” Beomgyu wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a great big hug. “You’re the best, ____!” There. Jeongin would take the hint that you and Beomgyu were more than friends, so much more that you, a top student known for rejecting homework help and male students, didn’t hesitate to do Beomgyu’s project for him. Or shy away from his hug, which was secretly causing Beomgyu’s heart to melt. If all else fails, at least Jeongin would think that you’re a compulsive liar and avoid you.

You, on the other hand, froze. Beomgyu was touching you! He was hugging you! And he had just thrown you under the bus!

Jeongin didn’t seem the least bit bothered, though. “You’re so smart and kind, ____. Beomgyu should treat you to dinner.”

Beomgyu wanted to tell Jeongin to shut up and wipe the silly smile off his face ‘cause it was giving him the creeps, but he liked the idea of treating you to dinner.

You didn’t, though. You figured the idea would make Beomgyu uncomfortable, especially since he had already repaid you in a kiss that he didn’t seem to care much about. So you shut it down almost immediately.

“No thanks.” You wiggled out of Beomgyu’s grasp. “Walk me to class, Jeongin.”

“Okay,” He followed you as you began to lead the way, but stopped and turned around. “Hey, Beomgyu, who’s the rose for?”

You stopped and looked over your shoulder at the single red rose in Gyu’s hand.

“This?” A much more sinister idea popped into Beomgyu’s mind. “No one really. Just gonna give it to Jangmi.”

Jeongin’s face fell and he turned towards you.

Jangmi. Streams of fury shot through you, but you hid them well, and continued down the hall with Jeongin in tow. Jangmi. The pretty popular girl in your class who happened to be very fond of Beomgyu. She showered him in adoration, but you figured that by doing Beomgyu’s bidding you could always keep her at bay. You must have been wrong.

Yep. That kiss meant nothing to him.

𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐏. He was pissed off after an intense basketball game against Jeongin and his friends. Jeongin played happily, in it for the fun of the sport, but it meant so much more to Beomgyu. And despite his team having the advantage of their combined heights being taller, they still lost because Kai sucked at sports and kept falling over.

Beomgyu would deal with Kai later. Right now, he just wanted you to take care of him. That’s all he wanted. If you came over to him right now, everything would be okay. It wouldn’t matter that he lost to Jeongin of all people. He could give you the rose afterwards, too, and walk you to lunch.

He looked around the court trying to find you. That was weird. Usually you were already waiting on the bleachers, and as soon as Beomgyu was done with his game during recess, you’d run up with a towel and a bottle of water.

Had he gone too far by saying that the rose was for Jangmi? The truth was that the rose was now inside his backpack. He could never give anything to Jangmi because she wasn’t you.

Beomgyu’s fangirls seemed to notice your absence as well, as they were always on standby ready for the day Beomgyu didn’t want your help anymore. They swarmed him, eager to do his bidding, but Beomgyu was more focused on trying to find your face amongst the crowd. And he did.

You stood a few feet away. With Jeongin.

Beomgyu couldn’t help the sad frown that formed on his face as he saw you hand Jeongin a bottle of water. He no longer felt envious. Just disappointed in himself. His personality must have not been attractive to you anymore. And his methods of gaining your attention were probably obnoxious. He was glad he hadn’t given the rose to you, because he was sure that you would have flat out rejected him.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑. But you had no idea. You continued about your day, heading to the vending machines to pick up Beomgyu’s snack.

You weren’t sure if Beomgyu still needed you to fetch his snacks, but you really really hoped he did. You weren’t ready for Beomgyu to ask others for favors. You’d miss the attention and his minor affection that came in the form of a genuine smile and a “thank you”. You knew it was pathetic, but you'd come to realize that the kiss made you like Beomgyu a whole lot more.

As you punched the buttons for the yellow bag of chips, you thought of Beomgyu and Jangmi. You had waited on the bleachers, ready to help Gyu cool off after such an aggressive match of basketball. But as the game was coming to a close, you noticed Jangmi also waiting nearby, staring hard at the boy.

You weren’t one to cockblock. After hearing Beomgyu say that he was going to give Jangmi a rose, you decided to help Jeongin out instead, and leave the lovebirds alone. You hoped she wasn’t too aggressive while wiping with the towel. Beomgyu had such soft, gentle skin. Hopefully she had brought cold water, but not iced cold water. Beomgyu’s teeth were quite sensitive.

He sat in the cafeteria with his friends, facing the entrance. You were bold, but were you bold enough to face him after the stunt you pulled during recess? He had to suffer. The others offering a helping hand were absolute perverts. They only offered so they could get close enough to touch him in ways he knew you’d never dream of.

You’d owe him a favor for tossing him to the side like that.

You walked right up to Beomgyu, awkwardly clutching the bag of chips. You could hear Jangmi who also happened to be sitting at the same table tell him, “You’re gorgeous, Gyu.” Did he like being complimented a lot? Maybe the reason why he didn’t give you the rose was because you never complimented him. You only ever insulted him and responded with sass.

“I brought you your snack,” You held the bag out to him.

He was in awe. You had approached him this time. He didn’t need to beckon you over and then wave you off to the vending machines. And you had his favorite chips ready at the go! This was it! He could thank you, move his backpack off the seat separating him from Jangmi, and offer it to you. The two of you could sit together somewhere for the first time. For a moment, the green little monster and the fiery red fury were gone. But both things came back in an instant. He believed that Jeongin was somewhere in the cafeteria with a seat reserved just for you, and you would choose that seat over this one any day.

“I don’t want them.”

“O-okay,” You pulled your arm back as if Beomgyu had struck you. You felt judgement coming from the stares of his two friends, Taehyun and Kai, and the girls surrounding them. “I’ll just put them in my bag and save them for-”

You’d save them for what? Who? Jeongin? Beomgyu cut you off, blood boiling. “Jangmi, can you please go to the vending machine and get me the green bag. That’s the one I want.”

Jangmi sprung up, “Of course!”

“Beomgyu, I spent $3 on these!”

“That sucks. Why don’t you put them in your bag and save them, like you said.”

He didn’t miss how your lip quivered. You were used to Beomgyu being a jerk, but not this much of a jerk. You felt humiliated. The first time you approach Beomgyu and he seems pissed about it. He really was done with you and your antics.

You retreated out of the cafeteria.

Beomgyu suddenly felt bad. He had went too far again. He just wanted you to feel jealous, the way your relationship with Jeongin made him feel. $3 may not have been much to him or to others, but not everyone had the same financial situation. Beomgyu wasn’t sure what yours was like. Come to think of it, he didn’t know anything about your life at home. He felt that he was a terrible match for you.

If you were really upset about the $3, Beomgyu would pay you back in a heartbeat. Heck, he’d even shove the chips down his throat just to please you. He never meant to go this far and make you so unhappy.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃. Beomgyu’s words from just a few minutes before played over and over in your head like a broken record. That sucks. It did suck. The library was where you spent your lunch break. You hated the cafeteria. It was noisy, messy, and there were always annoying idiots running around. You only ever went in to bring Beomgyu his chips or cookies or whatever it is that he wanted.

No more, you told yourself. No more fetching his chips or cookies or whatever stupid snack he wants. No more wiping his sweat and bringing him water. No more cheating on homework assignments. And no more kisses. Or hugs. Or... jealousy.

You plopped down onto the hallway floor, right next to your locker. You had grown used to choking down bits of food behind a textbook, behind the librarian’s back. You had grown used to hiding there after giving Beomgyu what he wanted. You had grown used to Beomgyu.

What if things were different? What if you hadn’t been so bold and demanded Beomgyu to kiss you? Maybe he’d have more respect for you and the two of you would have a more stable friendship. Was it a friendship? What if things really were different? Maybe you’d be sitting in the lunchroom everyday with Beomgyu, and not escaping to the library to study when you didn’t really need it.

As all these questions and possibilities swarmed your brain, you didn’t notice the tall boy walking your way.

You looked upset when you left the cafeteria, and even though Gyu feared that he’d find you with Jeongin, he still wanted to make sure you were okay. He wanted to apologize. Kill the green monster, finally give you the rose.

“____.” You looked up from your spot on the floor to see Choi Beomgyu towering over you, just like he had on the day he asked you to do his homework. No more. “Where are the chips?” He just had to make sure Jeongin didn’t have them.

“They’re right here,” You said, patting the front pocket of your backpack. “I’m not handing them over. They’re mine now. You said you didn’t want them.” You’d be stingy from now on. “I can’t let $3 go to waste.”

“I know you don’t like those chips,” Beomgyu said crouching down to your level. “The first time I asked you to get them for me you called me gross and said you hated them.”

“Well, I guess I’ll force myself to eat them. And I’m gonna force myself to do a lot of other things.” You mumbled the last part.

“Are you okay?” Beomgyu asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Beomgyu stared at you blankly.

“Okay. I was jealous of Jangmi.” You were still bold. Beomgyu loved that about you.

“You have no reason to be.”

“I just feel like you don’t want or need me around you anymore.”

This was it. He was going to prove to you that he didn’t like Jangmi. He calmly dug through his backpack, but his hands turned up empty.

Oh crud. He had completely forgotten that he took the rose out of his backpack after recess and moved it to his locker so it wouldn’t get crushed.

“____, I need you to do me a favor. I have something for you. Please don’t leave. Even if the bell rings, stay here until I get back.”

“I would never arrive late to class to please you. Stop it with the requests.”

Beomgyu was already up and running down the other hallway to his locker.

You rolled your eyes.

“Hi, ____!” Jeongin beamed at you. “Ms. Park sent me to pick up the unity club’s notepad from you. She said you had it last and needs it asap.”

“Oh, right.” You got up from the floor to open your locker. “Your classroom is the room we use unity club for.”

Beomgyu was coming ‘round the corner when he saw you hand a notebook to Jeongin. That’s it. He was done. He was fuming. He crunched his fist and let the rose crumble. Then he stomped over to the two of you for the second time.

“Are you kidding me?!” Beomgyu practically screamed. “Why are you everywhere?!”

“I was just-”

“No! I know what you were doing. The only person who ____ does homework for is me!”

“Beomgyu, I’m just giving Jeongin-”

“What’s so special about him, huh? Is it his dorky smile? Are you actually interested in this cupcake?”

“Actually, I don’t like ____-”

Beomgyu just wouldn’t let anyone talk. “Why is it that he can get you to do his homework no questions asked, but when I asked, you gave me a hassle?”

“BEOMGYU!” You shouted in his face. “Will you shut up? This,” You said shoving the notepad at him, “Is the unity club notepad, okay? A NOTEPAD. FOR UNITY CLUB.”

“Speaking of unity club,” Jeongin spoke quickly. “I’m just going to take this and go to class. Bye!” Jeongin practically ran down the hall, hoping he didn’t make the angry couple more upset.

Beomgyu’s demeanor changed. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. You really are an idiot, you know that? No wonder you needed me to do your project.”

“I just didn’t want him to copy off of you.”

“Why? Because only you can?” You shook your head in disappointment. “Never again. I’m not letting you copy off of me ever again.” No more.

“I don’t wanna copy off of you, ____.” He tried to explain himself. “If you think he likes you, he doesn’t. He’s just taking advantage of you. He’s going to keep asking for more things, and before you know it-”

“He’s going to kiss me and then treat me like trash in front of his entire lunch table?”

Gyu pressed his lips into a thin line. Both of you shared a long look.

“I really am an idiot.” Beomgyu was so blind. How could he make you feel so worthless? So unimportant?

“Yep.” You shut your locker and began heading to class.

Beomgyu had this funny feeling. It was the feeling he had when he kissed you outside your classroom a couple days ago. A mix of courage and passion. “____, wait. I need to ask you for one more favor.”

“Screw your favors at this point, Beomgyu. I’m done with your silly games.”

“I need you to go on a date with me! So I can show you just how much I like you!”

You froze. Beomgyu froze. A few people who had left the lunchroom and were passing by on their way to class froze.

“Stop being loud,” You hissed. “You’re going to make a scene.”

“It’s okay.” Beomgyu assured you. “I think it was pretty obvious that I’ve liked you all this time.”

“It wasn’t that obvious,” You heard someone whisper to their friend.

“Can you picture it? You and I together?” Beomgyu questioned. He was pretty sure that if you rejected him right now he would roll on the floor and cry in frustration.

You gulped nervously. “What about Jangmi? You gave her the rose.”

“No I didn’t.” Beomgyu opened his still clenched fist to show you the rose. That was now destroyed. You stared at it contemplating.

“You’re giving me this?” You asked, as Beomgyu moved closer to you and placed the torn rose in your palm. He nodded, too scared to speak. You thought hard. No more. There couldn’t be any more favors. You wanted to be his partner, not his servant. You trusted that he had figured that out by now. “I’ll go on a date with you, but you have to do me a favor and buy me a whole bouquet.”

The two of you shared a smile. Beomgyu closed the space between you with a big hug, like the one he gave you this morning.

“So no more favors,” Beomgyu told you. “Except maybe a few more. Like I could use a kiss, some hand holding, maybe a hug... oh, and for Jeongin to go away.”

“Jeongin isn’t interested in me,” You looked up at Gyu and he blushed. “He likes Jangmi. We just know each other from unity club, which you would know I joined if you had been more engaged in my personal life.”

Beomgyu kissed your forehead. “I promise I will be. And you can ask for as many favors as you want. And you can have your $3 back. It’ll be a really good date. It’ll be so good that you have no choice but to let me be your boyfriend. Do me a favor and don’t say no.”

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ladyartemesia · 5 years ago

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OREOs... and Electroshock Couples Therapy

You and infuriating precinct playboy Jeon Jungkook go undercover to lure out a killer targeting engaged couples. Literally nothing goes according to plan...

Genre: Fluff/Comedy/Suspense

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Trope: Enemies/Rivals to Lovers ~ Fake Dating

AU Type: Loosely Brooklyn 99 (with a hint of Smallville) Police Detectives AU

Word Count: 3315

Rating/Warnings: (PG-15) kidnapping with threat of harm (not graphic) ~ mature themes and innuendo ~ light/implied smut

“Your delusions have run away with you again.”

“My delusions? Now I know it was you. You’re even more insufferably pretentious when you’re trying to hide something.”

Jungkook grinned.

“Brilliant theory, Detective. Shame there’s no way to prove it.”

“You could confess,” you fumed tightly.

His grin became positively gleeful. You were this close to tasing him.

“Do you genuinely expect me to confess that I ate your last Oreo?”

“It was a violation of human decency.”

“Yes, and when we find the culprit, I’ll be sure to tar and feather him.”

“You’re not taking this seriously, Jeon.”

“Now, whatever gave you that idea?” Jungkook asked as he folded an arrest report into a paper airplane.

You were saved from responding when Captain Kim barked both your names across the precinct.

“Detectives _______ and Jeon. My office. Now.”

Namjoon sighed as he watched the two of you bicker all the way to the door.

It’s like having extra children.

“We’ve got a case. Commissioner marked it top priority and you two are taking lead as of right now.”

Your forehead wrinkled in confusion and Jungkook raised a single curious brow.

“But Jimin is my –”

“Why not Hoseok?”

Namjoon raised a hand to silence you both. You weren’t teaming with your regular partners. Questions were to be expected.

“Jimin’s staying on that trafficking case while you work with Jeon. We need to draw out a perp targeting engaged couples. Thus far, all of his victims have been a male and a female, mid-to-late twenties. You two fit the profile, so...” he grinned, “congratulations on your engagement.”

🕵🏻‍♀️👰🏻🤵🏻🕵🏻‍♂️

As special cases went, this one was … truly bizarre.

The victims always disappeared a few weeks before their wedding. Some couples were abducted, then later returned to their homes or vehicles with no memory of the previous 48 hours.

Others turned up dead in alleyways.

Ligature marks and burns on the bodies indicated the use of restraints and electrocution. After some digging, you discovered that all five couples visited the same jeweler and the same bakery in the process of planning their wedding.

Jungkook nibbled the tip of his pen, absently tugging his curls as he scanned the case files.

It wasn’t sexy.

It wasn’t.

“Looks like this is the best lead we have. Even though some of them ended up choosing other bakeries and jewelers – they all came through those shops.” He tossed the pen across his desk and stretched back in his chair – causing his shirt to strain over his chest.

You gulped.

Is it, like, hot in here? -your eyes lingered momentarily on his biceps- Why is maintenance messing with the thermostat right now? People are trying to work-

“Hello? Earth to Detective Space Cadet.” Jungkook waved a tattooed hand in your face. “Are we going with my idea?”

He had an idea? I must have missed it during that brief bout of thirstiness hot flash.

“I – uh – was analyzing some of the victim profiles …-in my head-” you paused to loosen your collar – which was suddenly strangling you, “-so could you just run it by me once more?”

Detective Jeon raised a single eyebrow.

“Daydreaming about me again?”

Yes.

“No. I was actually daydreaming about my last Oreo,” you leaned forward with an eyebrow raise of your own. “Really, it meant so much more to me than you do.”

He laughed and you felt yourself smiling (against your better judgement).

“Always so cold, Detective. I think you may have hurt my feelings.”

“Impossible,” you sighed airily, “we both know you don’t have feelings.”

“Says who?”

“Gina from Forensics.”

“Fine. Who else?”

“Wendy from Missing Persons.”

“Doesn’t count. I was very drunk.”

“Jimin’s sister.”

Jungkook winced.

“Is he still sore about that?”

“I wouldn’t accept food or beverages from him any time in the next decade.”

“That’s fair.”

It was your turn to laugh and Detective Jeon had the decency to blush. He recovered quickly, however.

“As I recall, there was a lot of feeling between those lovely ladies and myself.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Spare me Jeon. If I want to learn about baboon mating habits, I’ll watch Animal Planet.”

Jungkook hissed in feigned pain and clasped his hand over his heart.

“Ouch. Direct hit.”

“I am the top marksmen in the precinct.”

“Hey” he sat up – abruptly serious, “We’re tied.”

“For now.”

“Until I beat you.”

“Until you are beaten by me.”

He bit his lip and grinned – crinkling his nose in a way that was unfairly adorable.

“Kinky.”

“Oh-KAY,” you swiveled away in your wheelie chair and threw a paper clip at him (which he caught handily). “You were telling me about your plan?”

“Yes. While you were daydreaming about me-” (you snorted at that, but he pretended not to hear) “-I suggested we couple up and head to those shops. Maybe our perp will take the bait.”

You shrugged, “Sounds good.”

Gathering your coat and bag, you tossed a quick glance over your shoulder - already halfway out the door.

“I’ll swing by my locker and change into a dress or something. Meet me by the front gate in 10 minutes.”

Jungkook followed after you - catching up as you entered the elevator.

“I noticed you never denied being kinky.”

His grin was seven different types of sinful and if you were even the tiniest bit weaker, you would have cuffed him to the lift rail and addressed his statement explicitly.

You, however, were no Gina from Forensics.

Instead, your features twisted into a knowing smirk as you steered yet another moment between yourself and the delicious infuriating Jeon Jungkook into safe and familiar territory.

“Impressive,” you drawled cheekily as the doors began to close, “I can see why they made you a detective.”

🕵🏻‍♀️👰🏻🤵🏻🕵🏻‍♂️

The bakery was a famous family-owned establishment near the center of town. Its current owner, Kim Seokjin, had been crowned the city’s most eligible bachelor for 5 years running.

The man in question was, at the moment, personally campaigning for your vote.

“Now open wide,” he murmured as he slipped a sumptuous square of Seokjin’s Signature Red Velvet ™ between your parted lips.

Your eyes rolled back into your head. “Oh, that’s delicious,” you moaned.

Seokjin chuckled. “Thank you. I always hope customers can taste my passion in every bite.” The seemingly innocuous words sounded positively lewd dripping from his luscious mouth. You briefly forgot how to exhale.

The baker leaned in a bit closer and brought up his thumb to wipe away non-existent crumbs from your lips, “I find it really helps me connect with them,” he whispered intimately.

You were literal seconds from licking icing directly off Seokjin’s finger when-

“Okay. That’s enough of that.”

There was a firm tug on your elbow and you collided hard with Jungkook’s chest. It took a moment to regain your bearings (you were still slightly dazed from looking directly into Seokjin’s eyes), but suddenly Jungkook and Seokjin were staring each other down over a plate of cupcakes and all of Jungkook’s limbs were entangled with your own.

His legs rested on either side of your hips, his left hand latched around your back and torso - pinning you to him from chest to knee caps, and his right hand -

A surprised squeak slipped past your lips as he fully palmed your backside.

Mouth agape, your gaze shot up to meet his, but Jungkook was still glaring stoically at Kim Seokjin. He didn’t even flinch when you pinched him under the arm.

Frankly, you had not envisioned a scenario like this when you reported for duty this morning. Your mind struggled to process a reality where you were plastered all over Jeon Jungkook - surrounded on all sides by pastries and angry beautiful men - and oh my gosh that hand was still on your-

“Find what you were looking for, babe?” his familiar voice snapped with an extra edge of possessiveness that you absolutely - definitely - for sure - totally hated and did not make you shiver involuntarily.

Lies, lies, lies...

Seokjin’s eyes narrowed. A cool smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“I think the lady was very satisfied with what I had to offer.”

Jungkook’s jaw twitched.

Oh boy…

You learned long ago to dread that jaw twitch.

It was the jaw twitch of I-will-win-this-even-if-I-have-to-break-every-bone-in-my-body-and-burn-down-a-building-in-the-process.

Visions of flying muffins and bloodshed danced behind your eyes.

Not to mention Jungkook would likely wreck Seokjin’s face and that would be a travesty.

Time for some drastic measures.

Thinking quickly, you slid your hands up over his chest to bury your fingers in his hair and yanked his face close to yours.

“Baby,” you purred, letting your lips brush ever so slightly over his, “I wanna go look at rings now.”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened immediately. Tension thrummed in the space between you. Your body suddenly seemed to poised to ignite as you pleaded prettily with him.

“Won’t you take me, love?”

The was a sharp flare of something in his gaze and the next thing you knew Jungkook was sweeping you toward the exit - right hand still firmly planted on your-

“I look forward to seeing you again soon,” Seokjin called out - in a tone more suited to a bedroom than a bakery.

Jungkook froze. His jaw twitched again, but you were out of patience.

“Come along now, Poodle,” you growled before dragging him out the door.

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“What was that?!” you hissed after walking a suitable distance from the bakery.

“I was about to ask you the same question. I can’t believe you called me Poodle!”

“You're lucky that’s all I did. Between the butt grabbing and the chest beating, I was tempted to bash both your heads in with the complimentary tea tray.”

He snorted.

“I was just maintaining my cover - unlike you.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You’re my fiancé, Muffin. Drooling all over Kim Seokjin’s goodies while he touches your mouth doesn’t exactly scream ‘I’m in a committed relationship’.”

Your jaw dropped and you sputtered out a noise that was equal parts guilt and exasperation.

“I was probing for information!”

“And he was about to probe right back,” Jungkook muttered.

“What was that?” you snapped.

“I said the jeweler is on the corner of 5th and Womack.”

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The tension between you and your ‘fiancé’ was palpable by the time you finally entered the jewelry store.

“What kind of ring were you looking for, Precious?” Jungkook gushed with nauseating sweetness.

“The biggest and most expensive we can find, Cupcake!” you cooed through clenched teeth.

For several minutes you wandered aimlessly through the store playing the role of a hard to please couple (employing increasingly more obnoxious pet names with each exchange).

The clerk, a tight featured man with tiny glasses, kept shooting disapproving looks and sniffing loudly whenever you asked to see anything. After a few minutes of irritable huffing, Jungkook lost patience.

“I’m surprised this place is still in business, Cuddles.”

You snorted, equally put off by the jeweler’s brisk demeanor.

“I think we’re done here, Kookie Bear. I parked the car in the garage by Maxwell Market. If we get back in ten minutes, we won’t be charged for another hour.”

The last thing you remembered before completely blacking out was a sharp pain in your neck.

Then you opened your eyes to very real trouble.

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It felt like there was a knife in your forehead - probably a side effect of whatever drug was used to knock you out.

As your eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting, you became aware of several things at once.

You and Jungkook were strapped to chairs facing one another in (what appeared to be) someone’s basement. Electrical stimulators simmered menacingly over various contact points on both your bodies.

...ligature marks and burns on the bodies indicated the use of restraints and electrocution…

Your gaze traveled cautiously over your partner. There was a cut near his temple - probably caused when he fell after being drugged - other than that he looked unharmed, but his eyes were still closed and his breathing seemed labored.

“Jungkook,” you whimpered. Your voice sounded cracked and raw.

How long were we out?

After a moment his eyes opened and his panicked gaze darted frantically before landing on you.

It suddenly occurred to you that his face might be the last thing you ever saw. The thought prompted a strange sort of comfort as well as a powerful surge of emotion.

A single tear slid slowly down your cheek.

Your head wasn’t entirely clear yet, but you could vaguely hear the jeweler rambling on about how he was going to save you both from the pain he suffered.

“What ...pain?” Jungkook’s voice sounded as rough as yours. He was still fighting off the effects of sedation.

“The pain of lies,” your captor hissed. “My wife’s lies destroyed me. I lost everything. I never would have married her if I’d known-”

His unhinged monologue continued in that manner for several uncomfortable minutes, but he did finally get around to mentioning why you were chained up in his cellar.

“-to find the truth. If you want to save each other, you must tell the truth.”

Your eyes fell to your fingers, already knowing what you’d find there.

“Lie detectors?” Jungkook whispered incredulously.

“To know for sure if you truly care. Your lies hurt the one you love. Down here, your lies will kill her.”

“What are you saying?” Jungkook snarled. His voice dripped with real menace.

“I’m saying, if you lie, this will happen.” He pushed a button on the small remote in his hand and excruciating pain suddenly tore through your entire body.

You screamed.

“Stop!” Jungkook shouted. His body jerked against the chains and the chair creaked precariously beneath him. “I will kill you, you bastard!”

“No! You’ll thank me for sparing you the pain of heartbreak.”

“We aren’t engaged!” you gasped, still shaking from the aftershock. “This was a ruse - to - to draw you out. We can’t pass it-”

But the jeweler ignored you and cranked up the voltage on his machine.

“First question to the groom. Are you hiding anything from her?”

Jungkook swore and yanked against his chains again.

“Answer the question or I’ll do it,” the jeweler warned. “Your silence can deceive as well.”

You whimpered in terror and Jungkook howled with rage.

“Yes. I am,” he bit out tightly.

The voltage cranked again and another tear drifted quietly down the side of your face.

“What are you hiding?”

Jungkook’s eyes dropped in shame, but he didn’t hesitate. He couldn’t.

“I do eat your last Oreo. Every time. The first one was an accident. I thought they were Jimin’s... I don’t even like Oreos that much... But I make sure I always get to yours.”

You couldn’t stop a pathetic cough of laughter. “You’re confessing to the Oreos? ...Really?” Your body shook as more silent tears tracked down your face. “Jeon Jungkook you’re so strange,” you whispered softly - almost tenderly.

The jeweler’s eyes narrowed.

“There has to be more than that!” He cranked the voltage again. “Tell her what you’re really hiding!”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched.

“She comes to see me when the Oreos disappear. I work mostly homicide and she’s narcotics. We were paired together on a task force a couple months ago and since then I...”

His eyes squeezed shut as he fought for the right words. When they opened again, he was speaking only to you.

“Our paths don’t often cross, but when you find me to yell about the Oreos... it’s the best part of my day.”

His gaze dropped as he continued, “There hasn’t been anyone else since the moment we met…” He heard your quiet gasp and his mouth tilted into a small tender smile.

“There’s only you,” he whispered.

The harsh scrape of a lever being pulled caused you both to jump. Jungkook grunted in pain. He passed the test, but the charge was live on his body now.

It was your turn to face the truth.

“Tell me,” the psychotic jeweler snapped - clearly disappointed that no one had died yet, “do you love this man?”

Your eyes widened and Jungkook’s head shot up. Your gazes locked significantly and you felt your heart wrench.

“It’s ok,” Jungkook whispered. “Just tell the truth.”

His beautiful face was filled with trust and understanding.

You knew what he expected your answer to be.

You knew what you’d say if his life wasn’t on the line.

But only the truth would keep him safe.

“Yes,” -your eyes fluttered shut - it was too much to face him when everything you buried deep down was now laid bare between you- “I do.”

You saw him flinch - as if he expected the pain to come.

But it never did.

For a moment there was only excruciating silence... then the barest whisper of your name passing breathlessly over his lips.

“NYPD! HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!”

You had never been so happy to hear Sergeant Min’s voice in your entire life.

But he’d come too late to spare either of you a confrontation with the truth.

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The next several hours passed in a blur. You were separated from Jungkook almost immediately. You caught one final glimpse of him as you were both loaded into ambulances.

His gaze stayed fixed on you as the doors closed.

You vaguely recall giving statements and Namjoon yelling - a lot - like he always does when he’s worried.

He hugged you so tightly.

At some point you started to cry.

There was a constant stream of doctors and psychologists...

Then they sent you home.

Mandatory Crisis Leave.

Loud banging startled you off the couch and onto the floor of your apartment. It was only the second day of leave, but someone was already interrupting.

In hindsight, you should have known exactly who it was.

“Jungkook ... ”

He looked so wonderful it almost hurt. You savagely beat back the urge to slam the door in his face and bury yourself underneath a pile of blankets.

“I’m... really tired of eating those Oreos.”

His jaw worked reflexively. After a moment, his eyes crept up to meet yours.

You nodded.

It was literally all you were capable of doing.

“I want to talk to you every day,” he said with a little more confidence.

Tears began to prick the back of your eyes. You nodded again and he stepped slightly closer.

“I want to hold you. And not just when we’re undercover.”

You laughed. Tears began to fall in earnest.

Jungkook’s hand rose cautiously toward your face and you leaned forward ever so slightly, allowing his thumb to soothe away the wetness on your cheek.

“I am in love with you... and- and I have no idea what I’m doing,” he lowered his forehead to rest gently against yours, "but from now on... I want to do whatever it is with you.”

Pure burning joy bubbled up from your chest as you surged forward - finally pressing your lips to his.

There was laughter and more crying as you stumbled together into your apartment, shutting the door on the outside world to lose yourself in each other.

As you lay in his arms several hours later with the echoes of his touch still humming over your body and your mouth still swollen from his kiss, you realized that what you’d been running from all those months was nothing more than your own fears.

Here - next to him - was where you were meant to be all along.

Ask My Muse: Have a question for the characters in this work? Send it to my ask box and hear their side of the story.

Endnote: This is an extensive rework of a piece I originally wrote for another fandom (if you see it elsewhere - but with Reylo - it’s me - I promise). It is based heavily on the plot of one of my favorite episodes of Smallvile (I was a huge Smallville fangirl back in the day). The dynamics are inspired by one of the greatest shows of all time - Brooklyn 99. I haven’t written much for the BTS fandom, but I would really love to hear what you think! (Let me know what you thought pretty please?) Much like Jimin I survive primarily on takeout and praise.

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN: CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE?

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader

↳ word count: 2.7k words

↳ rating: PG

↳ genre: fluff, yeonjun and beomgyu are headaches for taehyun and hueningkai nothing new, y/n is a nervous wreck and soobin is a big flirt

a/n: DID YOU EXPECT A WRITTEN CHAPTER? DID YOU? D I D Y O U?

“Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”

Beomgyu’s cheerful voice sounded out through the limo as he tapped Taehyun’s arm incessantly.

“You asked that five minutes ago,” Taehyun deadpanned. “No. We’re not there yet,”

“But we’re late!”

As Beomgyu whined, Y/N checked her phone subtly.

new message from prince soobinie: i’ll see you later babe

Taehyun’s phone rang with a message, which Beomgyu promptly read out—much to Taehyun’s displeasure.

“Choi Soobin, Choi Yeonjun and Hueningkai on Sir Beomgyu’s important guest lists have arrived,” Beomgyu read out before smiling happily. “Soobinie-hyung!”

“I regret putting so much people in that list,” Taehyun groaned. “My phone has been ringing since the gala started. I don’t need to know when people arrive,”

“Choi Soobin’s there?” Y/N gulped, which made Beomgyu turn to her with an amused, mischievous expression.

“Yes?” Beomgyu grinned. “Hyung’s there.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that we’re not close with Soobin?” Taehyun chastised.

“But we could be!” Beomgyu argued.

Y/N ignored the bickering two and looked back at her text.

She didn’t really care about Soobin, the superstar.

She just wanted to see her Soobin.

Whoever it was.

“We’re here,”

Taehyun’s red hair shone brightly in front of the cameras.

Despite being Beomgyu’s secretary, everybody knew him best as Beomgyu’s best friend, which in extension, makes him one of the most eligible bachelors of the business world after Choi Beomgyu.

Choi Beomgyu, president and heir of Choi Industries, was ever the star.

His smile was blinding as he stood next to Taehyun in the red carpet, the way he carried himself further solidifying his status as the most sought-after bachelor of the business world—even if he really goofed off too much.

On the other side of Beomgyu was Y/N, ever pretty and very much alluring.

Completing the trio, Y/N’s presence outsold every single girl in the gala.

Her connection to Beomgyu was one of the reasons why she was a very famous girl when it comes to men and women in the business world looking for connections, yet her eyes danced around the area looking for someone specific.

If only she knew who to find.

“Y/N, who are you wearing today?”

“Beomgyu, over here!”

“Taehyun, give us a smile!”

Beomgyu gave them one final smile before slinging an arm around Y/N and tugging Taehyun’s blazer.

“Let’s go,”

The three walked off of the red carpet and out of the public eye, which made Beomgyu give a big breath before stretching.

In front of their eyes, the cool, attractive president of Choi Industries transformed into a whining baby.

“Facing paparazzi is so tiring, guys,” he pouted. “I deserve a nap,”

Taehyun rolled his eyes and dragged Beomgyu inside the venue, grumbling under his breath as Beomgyu whined again.

Chuckling, Y/N followed both boys in.

It was no secret she was a little bit nervous.

Even if she told both Beomgyu and Taehyun she dressed up because she knew being in the gala meant being in the eyes of the paparazzi, all three of them knew it was for the person behind the Choi Soobin account she’d been talking to.

The same Soobin who hadn’t sent any words her way after his earlier “see you later,” text.

As soon as they entered, Beomgyu gasped loudly and pointed over at a head of bright neon yellow hair by the dessert table.

“It’s Choi Yeonjun,” he gasped.

The said boy stood by the buffet table, bouncing with a macaroon in hand and his phone recording in another.

“Yeah,” Taehyun answered, nonchalantly gesturing over at the tall boy next to Yeonjun. “and that’s Hueningkai,”

Beside him stood Hueningkai, who was also bouncing in his spot as he tugged on Yeonjun’s arm and pointed at a gigantic Mollang balloon with another.

Choi Soobin was nowhere to be found.

Taehyun and Beomgyu exchanged a look and faced Y/N with teasing grins.

Y/N cleared her throat and shook her head.

“I’m not looking for Soobin,” She squeaked in a small voice.

“Oh,” Beomgyu smirked, giggling mischievously. “but we didn’t say anything about him,”

Y/N scrunched her face and opened her mouth to argue at the boy who cackled loudly, but was interrupted by Taehyun.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Touchy,” a new voice chuckled, which made Beomgyu snap his head up and Y/N turn hers.

Behind Y/N stood Jaemin, his arm around a pretty girl in a bright red dress.

The girl he cheated on Y/N on.

“Oh, Jaemin, hello,” Y/N said, her eyes wide. “I didn’t know you’d be here. Nope, definitely not,”

“You three didn’t check the guest list this time?” Jaemin asked.

Beomgyu glared at the boy, pulling Y/N to stand beside him.

“We did, we just didnt care to look for you,” he answered curtly.

“That’s so cute. Beomgyu’s business tone, I mean,” Jaemin laughed.

“Hi, Beomgyu,” Jaemin’s girlfriend said. “I’m Soo-Min. It’s so nice to finally meet you,”

“It’s Mr. Choi,” Taehyun answered. “This is the president of Choi Industries, he’s not your friend,”

Y/N smiled at her friends’ overprotectiveness, if Beomgyu’s tight grip on the back of her dress was anything to go by.

She reached her hand up to pat Beomgyu’s shoulder. “At ease, soldier,”

Beomgyu only rolled his eyes and huffed.

“Hi, nice to see you again,” Y/N nodded over at the girl and raised her eyebrows at Jaemin. “And you,”

“Hey,” Jaemin nodded with a smirk. “Soo-Min got an invite here. You know how she’s really famous. She got here all by herself, without any connections you know? She’s on a brand deal.”

“What are you trying to say, hyung?” Beomgyu asked, irritated. “I’ve got more important people to talk to, hurry it up,”

Jaemin raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, come on Gyuu. I’m Jaeminie-hyungie, remember? You don’t have to be so formal with me,”

Beomgyu’s fist curled up into a ball.

“Y/N, Beom, let’s go,” Taehyun said. “I see Mr. Kim,”

“Ah, business-like as always, Tae,” Jaemin said, patting his shoulder. “Lighten up,”

Taehyun glared at the boy and pushed his hand off his shoulder.

“Why the hostility, boys?” Jaemin asked, wrapping his arm around Soo-Min’s waist. “Is it because I broke up with Y/N?”

“The break-up isn’t the problem, it’s the reason why,” Beomgyu said through clenched teeth, his eyes wandering over to Soo-Min.

The girl only smiled.

“It’s no biggie, guys,” Jaemin shrugged. “I just don’t love Y/N anymore,”

Y/N stayed silent and bit her lip, vaguely aware of the rising tempers of the two boys beside her.

Jaemin shrugged and back-hugged Soo-Min right in front of them.

“I mean look at Soo-Min, she’s so hot and proper and pretty,” Jaemin shrugged. “But I mean, I get it. Sorry Y/N, I hope you move on soon,”

“What?” Y/N asked.

“I mean I know you’re still not over me,” Jaemin said. “But I’ve moved on, and so should you,”

Beomgyu straightened up, his glare sharpening as he spoke.

“I’m sorry, Jaemin-hyung, but I—“

“Finally found you,” A voice said, tone lilting as two arms wrapped itself around Y/N’s waist and a towering figure pressed itself against her back. “Hi, babe,”

Beomgyu and Taehyun only gaped with wide eyes as the familiar voice reached Y/N’s ears.

A voice she only heard from the television whenever Beomgyu insisted she watch Once Upon A Lovestory re-runs with him.

Y/N’s hands landed on the arms around her waist, and she turned to see Choi Soobin smiling at her with his hair falling over his face.

“You’re late,” he hummed tightening his grip on her. “Now, about those kisses you wanted saying yesterday, let me—“

“I—uh, Beomgyu! Beomgyu,” Y/N sputtered. “Beomgyu wanted to buy donuts on the way—uh, donuts.”

“Oh my god,” Beomgyu muttered under his breath, making Soobin snap back into attention.

Soobin gave both Beomgyu and Taehyun a quick smile before his gaze landed on Jaemin, his smile widening.

“Oh, hello,”

“Oh my gosh, hi,” Soo-Min gasped from beside a dumbfounded Jaemin. “I’m Soo-Min. I’m such a big fan of yours,”

Soobin only hummed, shooting her a wide smile.

Beomgyu moved to stand next to Taehyun.

Y/N shot the both of them a look of panic.

Beomgyu looked star-struck as he gazed at Soobin with starry eyes, while Taehyun only scratched his head and shrugged.

“Okay,” Y/N squeaked to herself silently, making Soobin laugh.

“You must be Jaemin, Y/N told me about you,” Soobin nodded over at Jaemin as he manoeuvred himself to stand next to Y/N, an arm around her waist to mirror Jaemin and Soo-Min.

“All good things, I hope,” Jaemin muttered to which Soobin smirked at.

“That’s pretty hard considering why you’re dating that pretty woman now, isn’t it?” Soobin asked, gesturing over to Soo-Min and giving her a smile.

He turned over to Y/N and tucked her hair behind her ear. “By the way, you look so beautiful, babe.”

“What?” Y/N blushed, making him laugh once more.

“I’m serious, I’m not lying.” Soobin smiled.

He planted a soft hiss to Y/N’s cheek, making Taehyun and Beomgyu exchange a look of surprise while Y/N just laughed nervously.

“Oh, yeah. Beautiful, thanks,” Y/N said.

“I, uh, didn’t know you were dating Choi Soobin now,” Jaemin said to Y/N, his eyes locked on the arm around her waist.

“Uh,” Y/N made a move to deny but Soobin’s hand tightened its grip on her waist.

Beomgyu and Taehyun were watching the scene intently just like you would a movie, and she could see Hueningkai and Yeonjun approach them from her position next to Soobin.

“Yes, I am,” Y/N replied, making Soobin’s shoulders relax and his eyes turn cheery.

He grinned at Jaemin. “Yes, she is,”

Yeonjun and Hueningkai stopped a few feet away from them, arguing by themselves.

“Babe, Kai and Yeonjun-hyung wanted to meet the three of you,” Soobin gestured over to the bickering duo.

“Me and Beomgyu, too?” Taehyun asked, making Soobin smile at them.

“Of course!” Soobin laughed, bowing his head over at Jaemin. “If you excuse us,”

He led Y/N away with a chuckle as Beomgyu and Taehyun followed the two bickering amongst themselves.

“I told you I’d find you yesterday, didn’t I?” Soobin teased as they reached a still-bickering Kai and Yeonjun. “Now, call me baby boy,”

Beomgyu sat beside Y/N and Soobin, cackling as he saw people slow-dancing on the dance floor.

“I can’t believe you just made your gala a high-school dance,” Taehyun gaped from his seat next to Beomgyu.

It was minutes after Yeonjun and Hueningkai met the three with Soobin before Beomgyu was called to deliver his speech for the gala, promptly ending it with an unplanned call for everybody to enjoy the night by dancing.

“I can’t believe you,” Taehyun continued muttering to himself, as Beomgyu laughed.

“The only way to avoid interaction is if you get them busy by forcing them to interact with another person,” Beomgyu hummed. “Okay, so Taehyun my plan tonight is on Kim Taehyung, did you see him anywhere?”

“That’s your current client, Beomgyu!” Taehuyn chastised.

Yeonjun gaped at the president as Hueningkai only downed his glass of grape juice with a roll of his eyes.

“Dude, I love you,” Yeonjun gasped from his chair.

“Everybody does,” Beomgyu sang, making Taehyun slam his hand on the back of his head. “Taehyunie, that hurt!”

“Do I look like I care?” Taehyun hissed, making the boy pout.

“I think I’m gonna go take more pictures with Mollang,” Hueningkai declared from his spot, standing.

“That’s beside the dessert table right?” Yeonjun asked, standing up too. “I think I’m gonna go ahead with my mukbang,”

“Hyung, you’re an embarrassment,” Hueningkai deadpanned, which made Beomgyu gasp.

“Taehyun says that to me a lot too!” Beomgyu gaped, raising his hand to high-five Yeonjun.

“That’s because you are,” Taehyun replied, shrugging.

“I think I should bring you to the kitchen instead,” Beomgyu whispered loudly to Yeonjun, making the boy widen his eyes. “Taehyun, we can make them make you cheese tteokbokki,”

“If you think that’ll make me go with you all—“ Taehyun started before Y/N shrugged.

“You’re absolutely right,” Y/N supplied as Taehyun nodded.

“Let’s go,” Taehyun said, making Hueningkai groan.

“I have to go with you guys now?” Hueningkai whined as Yeonjun dragged him behind them, marching their way to the gala’s kitchens.

Soobin and Y/N was left alone.

The soft piano from the song playing over the speakers was the only noise left from the once rowdy table.

Take my hands now,

Y/N took her champagne and downed it., making Soobin turn to her.

“So, I—uh—think I should go with them. You know, to make sure Beomgyu doesn’t make that much of a mess,” Y/N said, standing up.

Soobin reached out and grasped her hand. “I’m sorry,”

You are the cause of my euphoria.

Y/N turned to him, slowly sitting back down. “What for?”

“I think I made you a bit uncomfortable for approaching you in front of Jaemin,” Soobin said smiling sadly. “And, uh, making him think I’m dating you,”

“Honestly, no,” Y/N shook her head. “That actually saved my ass.”

“Oh,”

Close the door now,

“I’m just nervous,” Y/N said, playing with her fingers. “In front of you, I mean,”

“Oh,” Soobin repeated, his tone bright and his smile back in his eyes.

When I’m with you,

I’m in Utopia.

They were both silent, fiddling with their fingers and taking stolen glances with each other at the last note of the song faded away.

“That was a, um, pretty song,” Y/N spoke up, wincing. That was such a weird thing to say, Y/N. What were you thinking?

As Y/N internally scolded herself, the song over the speakers changed.

“Hey,” Soobin started with a smile as he heard the first beat of the next song.

He stood and offered his hand.

Take my hand,

Take a breath,

“Wanna dance?”

Pull me close,

then take one step.

“Huh?”

Keep your eyes locked on mine,

“I said, do you wanna dance?” Soobin smiled.

And let the music be your guide.

Y/N smiled softly and put her hand in his as he pulled her over to the dance floor and wrapped an arm around her waist.

Won’t you promise me

that you’ll never forget

Y/N’s hesitation led Soobin to take her hand and put it on her shoulder.

“Just,” Soobin started. “Follow me,”

Soobin slowly swayed around.

To keep dancing wherever we go next.

“Hi,” Soobin said, making Y/N chuckle.

“Hi,” Y/N hummed back.

“So, am I the Soobin you expected?” Soobin asked, tilting his head.

It’s like catching lightning,

the chances of finding someone like you.

“Not exactly,” Y/N replied, her eyes falling on the kitchen door as it opened to reveal Beomgyu and Yeonjun with desserts piled in their arms and Hueningkai and Taehyun holding tubs of tteokbokki and litre bottles of grape juice. “I, uh, didn’t expect superstar Soobin,”

“I told you I was the actor Soobin, though,”

“I never believed you,” Y/N replied, looking back at Soobin, who had a thinking face on.

“I guess I should’ve made sure you knew,” Soobin shrugged, making Y/N laugh. “Can’t take it back now,”

“It’s fine,” Y/N replied.

It’s one in a million,

the chances of feeling the way we do.

“Sorry again,” Soobin said. “For making Jaemin think I’m dating you,”

“It’s fine, he thinks I’m dating the Choi Soobin now,” Y/N said. “I levelled up in his eyes—I’m the shit.”

Soobin laughed. “I’m not that great.”

“Oh,” Y/N shook her head. “But you are,”

And with every step together,

Soobin’s hand tightened its grip on hers.

Y/N looked up in thought.

“I guess you’re like my knight in shining armor in front of Jaemin,” Y/N joked.

We just keep on getting better.

“Can I be your knight in shining armor everyday, then?” Soobin smiled, making the girl in his arms laugh and leave her head on his chest.

“You’re so corny,”

Soobin chuckled and rested his chin on the top of her head.

“So, can I?”

So, can I have this dance?

“Okay,”

Can I have this dance?

a/n: i don’t have chapter 16 made whoops

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oftenderweapons · 5 years ago

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Where, When and How - hyung line

Pairing: hyung line member x reader

Wordcount: 1k words each, circa

Genre: (hinted/mild) smut, fluff, lowkey angst

Rating: suggested 18+

Hello lovelies! Since quarantine is separating many lovers all around the world I thought about how the boys would handle being away from their girlfriend. It’s obviously smutty. Every piece is about 1000 words each.

Trigger warning: smut, hinted and sometimes pretty descriptive, really it depends. LOADS OF SEX TOYS (it was supposed to be a sex-toy themed thingy because yay!self-love and yes, you can use them together with your significant other too), some mild bdsm here and there, praise kink (you know where it comes from), swearing and alcohol (nothing extreme, just tipsy), masturbation and that should be pretty much everything. Should I put a disclaimer for a slightly subby Jin and sugar daddy Hobi? (Lol, help)

You can find the maknae line here

Psst--- here is my masterlist

Namjoon

"There's a package for you, sir."

"I don't think I've ordered anything. Is there a name on it?"

"It says it's from miss ___."

"Oh, she didn't mention it but I guess I can call her. Just a second please."

He wasn't sure you were going to be awake but at least he would try. Luckily you picked up.

"Hi baby" you mumbled.

"Hello princess. Have you sent me something? Like a package?"

"Oh, it's already there? Yeah, I didn't tell you because it was supposed to arrive tomorrow."

"So it's mine? You sent it? For me?"

"Yeah, but can you wait to open it until next call? I really wanna see how you're going to react!" You said sweetly.

"So I'm just supposed to wait?"

"Yes, Joonie. Wait, how's your schedule tonight?"

"Maybe grabbing a bite with the guys, I don't know. But I could tell them I'm busy and have dinner with you."

"You get dinner and I get lunch..." You murmured thinking about the time difference.

"Right, yeah. Or I could join you later, have a quick bite with the boys and then come to you."

"As you wish."

"'kay babe, see you later."

"See you."

Namjoon got his package and retired to his room quickly. The boys had been in Los Angeles for three weeks now, working on their latest album and you had been missing Namjoon like crazy. After a video call where every single one of his smallest moves felt like a tease, you decided it was time to act. And that's what the package was meant for.

It was almost one pm in Seoul, you were sitting in front of your laptop, spread out on the bed munching cherries and waiting for your boyfriend to call you. Meanwhile your boyfriend was someplace in LA, it was nine pm and Hoseok was trying to drag the whole crew to some relatively private club nearby to chill and have fun after dinner.

"Please, my girlfriend is waiting on me, Hoseok."

"Come on, just a drink!"

He couldn't say no to some group time.

That's how he found himself definitely tipsy at three am dragging himself from the minivan towards the hall of the villa the boys had rented. When he saw the package laying on top of the table he went completely still for a couple seconds. He quickly picked up his phone and called you right away, squinting at the light and hesitating a little before pressing. Again you picked up. He thought you must be an angel for actually picking up.

"Hello Joon."

"I'm so sorry." He spit out. You could immediately recognise his tipsy voice.

"You were out with the boys, I knew it would never be a "grab a quick bite then I'm all yours" kind of thing."

"Good god baby, you're so good to me."

"Put me on videocall you buffoon, I wanna see your pretty face." You whined on the phone.

"Your voice is strange, were you sleeping?”

“I fell asleep waiting on you. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Why, baby?”

“Hate sleeping without you. I only crash when I’m too tired. I’ve been thinking I should put a futon or something in my home studio so I can sleep there when you’re not around. Our bed is so wrong when you’re not here.”

“I’m so sorry, love.”

“It’s okay. Oh, there he is!” You squealed when the camera turned on. “God, if I were there I’d leave so many bites on those collarbones.”

“You’re turning steamy, love. What’s up?”

“Nothing. I might have drank some wine while waiting and I didn’t properly have lunch.”

“Why not? Not hungry? And how much wine?”

“Maybe a little more than half a bottle of that Cabernet Sauvignon that I got for our last night before the trip.”

“Can’t blame you, it was delicious. Are you naked?”

“Have you checked the weather? It’s been over 30 degrees in Seoul for the last three days, even my nails are sweating.”

“Not complaining. Bless me, do I miss those thighs…”

“Don’t you wanna open your gift Joonie?” You teased, covering yourself a bit in your white sheets.

“Yeah, right”. He sort of wanted to open other things. Still, he fumbled a bit with the package and the box, mostly trying to unwrap the box one-handed. Then he propped the phone on the table, not without making it drop screen-down on the table a couple times, and then, finally two-handed, he managed to unwrap the tape.

“Is it…?”

“Yeah, go on.” You bit your lip and he noticed.

“God, you’re evil. Such a tease.” He opened the case and noticed the artsy design fleshlight you had so shamelessly selected and bought for him. “You’re unreal. My clever little vixen. Can’t wait to get home and fucking wreck you.”

“I know it’s not me, but it’s the best alternative.” You smiled and batted your lashes, now letting some of your body show on the screen, still he could only guess where your spare hand had slipped to.

“You’re a fucking blessing. I’m so thankful, love. You’re the best. Damn, that brain of yours. I love how open and smart and confident you are. One hell of a woman playing the babygirl. So sexy.”

You were literally melting at all the praises he was being so prodigal with. “What do you think? Would you like to lay down, relax a little and try whether you like your new toy or not?”

“That’s it. I love you, you cute little brat.” As he got into bed you let him see your naked chest, almost making him trip on his pants and fall.

“Be careful daddy, it would be a shame if you hurt yourself.”

“You’re soooo getting spanked when I get back home.”

“I hope that’s a promise.”

The experience was… satisfactory.

Jin

His girlfriend was a delicate, delicate flower. She was cute and classy and shy. Funny, kind, timid and clumsy. But most importantly pure and innocent. She didn’t look like the type...

So why did he find a very wide choice of sex toys in her bedside table? Some of those things were so complicated he didn’t quite understand how they worked. Like that purple little… or the other, the small cup thing with that sort of screw on top. There was something for any and every taste and kink, at least he thought so. Something like fifteen pieces or so, some of them causing a blush to creep up his neck and ears. He thought his ears were actually on fire.

Most importantly, it’s not like he was looking for this. Especially since you were abroad, and thinking of you using these… after two weeks apart he was ready to catch a damn plane just to watch you use them. He didn’t even need to be the one actually using them on you. Or just using you. He just needed… something. He just needed to survive one more week. Come on, Kim Seokjin, a week is not that long. But that’s what he was thinking in the afternoon while standing in front of your wonder collection. Now it was almost two a.m. and he couldn’t help but keep thinking things that made him shake his head and puff heavy breaths and twist and turn in the sheets. He was tangled up.

“What can I do?” He asked Yoongi the following day after a couple drinks.

“Well, I know what I would do.” Jin turned to him, giving him full attention. “If it were my girl, I’d find something for her, something unique, something that’s gonna become her favourite thing beside myself, and have it sent like straight away.”

“But we never talked about this before.”

“Don’t you know what she likes? What makes her crazy out of her mind?”

“I don’t know man, it’s like a huge plot twist to me. Completely out of the blue.”

“Still you both enjoy your intimate life, I guess.”

“I don’t know, I’m confused!”

“Damn, do you like fucking her?”

“Hell yes. But don’t ever mention my girlfriend and fucking in the same sentence again.”

Yoongi posed the following question more carefully: “And does she enjoy what you two do together?”

“I hope so.”

“Fuck, are you dumb or something? Does she orgasm?”

“I guess?”

“You guess? What the actual fuck, Kim Seokjin! Do you even communicate?”

“I thought she was too innocent to actually have toys. Go figure openly talking about … that.”

“Do you mean sex?”

“Yeah…”

“Are you sure she’s the innocent one? And you’re not just shy? Maybe a bit of a traditionalist?”

“It’s not like I talk about sex that much.”

“Get yourself a bottle of soju and go have that conversation. You can thank me later. And please, before making me your couple therapist, try actually talk with your girlfriend. I don’t know how I’ll erase the idea of you analysing furred buttplugs and nipple suction cups.”

“God, you’re dirty.”

“And my girl is very thankful for that. Because we actually had the kink conversation. And we update it monthly.”

After a grunt and a couple more drinks, Jin reached his apartment. Immediately he texted you. “You up?”

You replied immediately. “I was going to bed. Want me to call you?”

“Do you mind?”

“No. Wanna hear you. Wanna see you.”

He immediately softened. Man, he was a goner for you. He called you instantly.

“Hi sweetheart. How are you?”

“I’m well, a bit sleepy. I miss cuddles.”

Longing hit him as soon as he saw you. “Me too. I think we need to talk about something though.”

“Oh god, you found that white shirt I messed up in the laundry, I swear I’m super sorry about that, I know you don’t want me to do the laundry because you always do that—”

“It’s not that. It’s okay by the way, I already knew and it’s not important. Pink is nice, pink is good. I like it. It’s about ehm… I guess I’ll just show you.” He headed for the bedroom, stumbling a little.

“Darling, did you drink?”

“Night with Yoongi.”

“Okay” you replied warmly.

Turning on the lights, and flipping the camera, you were shockingly faced with your collection of, ahem, toys. “You found… that.”

“You mean those. As in many. As in a lot.” He replied.

You were suddenly very quiet.

“Do you think our sex life is unsatisfactory?”Jin’s voice was low. And very sad.

“No. It's not… Those were before you. Actually I only use them when I can’t have you. When you’re busy or abroad or staying at the dorms and too tired to come home. I like what we do. Me and you. But sometimes I’d want to use them with you. I want to share but you always made me think you were repulsed by the idea—”

“How could I possibly be repulsed by the idea of my girlfriend having an orgasm? Tonight Yoongi asked me if you like our intimate life and I didn’t fucking know.”

“Great, Yoongi knows about this… Well — also, of course I enjoy it. I love you and I love the way you make love to me, and I've never faked pleasure. Because I feel safe enough that I can tell you ‘I’m not done yet, please’ and half a second later you’d be knuckles deep inside me while I’m seeing stars. Pleasure is not an issue, but I wish we had the intimacy to talk about this stuff together. But you always seem so off.”

“Do you have anything with you?” He asked without thinking.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean if you keep all this stuff at home I think you must have brought some piece of your collection with you.” He said, curiosity in his voice, without judgement.

You were confused, surprised by the turn of events. “Lemme.” You rummaged in your bedside table, coming up with a small mascara-shaped object.

“Is that a vibrator?” He asked. You nodded. He sat on the bed and started exploring your collection, asking you questions about some of the objects, why you liked them, what was their specific purpose, what sensation did they give you. It didn’t take long for him to grow confident and desperate enough to ask you to use your own travel toy while he explored your collection.

Jin’s mouth hanging agape, two nipple suction cups and a tickler running along his inner thighs were a vision you weren’t going to forget for a while, especially as he was touching himself and having the time of his life.

Yoongi

He was a mess. A mess and he couldn’t wait to get a shower. Though when he entered his apartment he saw the package on the table and he immediately felt a wave of relief as he noticed you hadn’t opened it and he had a couple hours before you got home.

He opened the package carefully and immediately went for the instructions, which he read thoroughly and carefully. All he needed to do was relax and let himself get carried away. So he moved to the bedroom, splayed a thick towel and got everything ready. He scrolled through his phone gallery, finding an absolutely anonymous picture (anonymous to anyone but you and him). One of your pretty hands was wrapped around his wrist as he pushed your chin up, the other was at the base of his dick, the tip laying softly between your lips. No details of the picture could ever reconduct it back to the two of you, still, you both knew. Stroking himself, Yoongi started thinking of all the things that he would do to you before he left for the tour and after he got back. All the things you would do for him when he would come back. It didn’t take long before the tingling started. That’s when he stopped.

Putting on the ring had him clenching his teeth and releasing one very strained breath. Then he got the cylinder ready. Pouring the gel was a difficult — and sensitive — matter. A work of accurate self control. But he was determined and absolutely meticulous in the process. After five minutes he slipped out of the gel mould and finally removed the cockring. Thinking for a second, he put it aside. Could come in handy later.

After making sure that the mould was perfectly dried, he poured the medical silicone in it and let it dry, making sure that the bullet vibrator imprinted the perfect slot for insertion. When the timer rang, he attentively removed the silicone part from the gel mould, surprised by the quality of the result. He immediately knew you would adore it. Especially since you could decide to use as a plain, regular dildo or a vibrating one.

But it wasn't meant to be used yet. So he waited for it to be ready and then he moved it into a classy silken pouch, and with a small smirk he put it into a gift box with a nice little bow on it. He proceeded to hide it somewhere you would never look, inside the highest cabinet in the kitchen. It was empty and unused, so he thought it would be safe enough.

A few weeks later he thought it was time for you to receive your grand prize. You had been exceptionally well-behaved, always respecting his schedule, negotiating peacefully over time zones and daily routines. You had been awfully stressed over the new position you had applied for and when your boss finally confirmed your promotion, you immediately texted Yoongi, knowing that his phone was probably silent or in night mode. When he read the text he knew it was time to celebrate.

"I have a free afternoon, wanna skype?" He texted.

“Gimme five minutes, I’m getting out of the bathtub”

God, his knees were already weak.

“Did you celebrate?”

“A very solitary celebration. Ordered takeout, made myself a cup of tea and took a bath.”

“Lemme see~~~”

You opened the videocall, covered in a fluffy white towel, you hair bundled up.

“Hello____” He said, showing you that warm smile of his that made you miss him even more. “Congratulations.”

“Hello stranger! How’s it going? Free afternoon?”

“Yeah. Namjoon is out cycling with Jungkook, Tae is visiting a gallery. Hoseok and Jimin are having a spa day. I think Jin is either sleeping or eating.”

“And you’re staying in?”

“I thought I could have a nice time with my girlfriend...” He pouted and looked away, a hand nestled at his nape.

“Mh, define nice time.”

“I’m not sure but there’s something in the highest cabinet in the kitchen that might help you understand.” He licked his lower lip in that telltale way of his.

“Is it a surprise? A gift for me?” You headed for the kitchen with a small bounce in your step. As you climbed for the cabinet Yoongi tried to steal a glance of your naked body under the towel. He was borderline embarrassed with himself because of how he was salivating.

You squealed when you found your package and quickly jumped off.

“What is it?”

“Open it, kitten.” He had a dark and fond look in his eyes. It was the gaze that made you feel desired and loved. It was the way he told you he loves you immensely.

You smirked and undid the velvet bow quickly. The silken pouch made you even more curious. You pulled the strings and found a lovely, sober white dildo. The dimensions were to your liking, the lenght and girth feeling familiar on your palm. Yoongi looked at you with intent, waiting for you to realise.

"It looks beautiful, Yoongi."

"Look at the base."

"Oh my god, is that a vibrator?" You exclaimed, surprise and wonder in your eyes. "Dammit, I love you."

"I know, kitten. Do you think you wanna try it, princess?"

Only when you were halfway to your orgasm did you notice the extent of that familiarity, Yoongi's heavy breaths coming from the phone as you both got each other off. "It feels almost like you. The shape and the length and the girth. It's sooo good."

"I made a copy for you. Don't want anything but me inside you." With that you grew even more frantic and let yourself come apart for him.

Hoseok

Looking at you coming apart on the other side of the screen was bliss and torture. Hoseok hated everything about the trip to LA. Hated the fact that it had been unannounced and pretty much unscheduled. Hated the fact that you would be coming back to Seoul after a visit to your parents and he would be gone. Hated the fact that he hadn't had a taste of you in three weeks. He just wanted to feel your mouth on his. He felt like he had a million fantasies and almost no way to make them real.

He had sworn he would never, ever voice his concerns since it would only stress you more, and considered your current state you already had to be pretty coiled. You were at your fourth climax (usually you took a deep breath and stopped after the second) and as you let your back lay down on the bed, you murmured "I miss all of you. God, I miss your hands inside me. I need your tongue everywhere. Promise me we're gonna have one full week of oral when you come back. I miss your weight on my tongue." At this point you were simply crazed out with hormones and sleepiness. "It feels so cold. I feel like crying when you're not here to cuddle me after I cum. It's so lonely." His heart was breaking slowly.

"I miss you too, dear." He needed to do something. "Do you want me to send for you?"

"No, we both have to work. It's okay, I'll make it work. Maybe I could stay with my friends, hang out, spend some time together."

"You know you can take my clothes if wearing them helps."

"I don't know, it's sort of bittersweet."

"Just ten days and I'll be there. And then we can hide for a week and I'm gonna fucking feast on you."

You moaned and grunted like a baby, tiredness getting the best of you.

In the meanwhile, Hoseok had already started planning. It took him quite a lot of courage to start browsing. After some comment reading, and tutorials and recommendations he finally decided over the most fitting solution. Out of curiosity he explored further, his head cocked to the side and his brow furrowing over some more complicated and way less obvious objects.

He checked the shipping time and he wasn’t even bothered by the shipping fees for a one-day delivery. He checked out and tried to fall asleep. Obviously it was almost impossible.

Little did he know that, though your post-orgasmic slumber, you had just taken a very similar decision with a cute, satisfied smile on your lips.

The following day Hoseok with a puzzled expression collected his mail. Similarly happened to you, surprised to find a package at your residence reception.

With your lips puckered you picked up the package and checked the sender. As you saw Hoseok’s code name you thanked the lobby man and headed for the lift, taking a selfie in the mirror and sending it to Hobi.

“Flowerboy’s been thinking about me. Man, I must have put on quite the show the other night.”

Half a minute later, your phone blipped. “Princess’s been good and nice. But I must have been a good boy too... Maybe we could both improve our little number tonight. Do not open the box until I tell you.”

“Yes, sir. But you must promise me that you won’t open yours either.”

“Love it when you say that. Your wish is my command, princess.”

After dinner you were both itching to call, but you were afraid Hobi had a schedule or a night with the boys.

“Waiting for you, baby” he texted. That’s all you needed to start the call. You were on the sofa in front of your laptop, box on your lap.

“Hello ____.”

“Hello Hobi! How was your day?” You tried to make some small talk not to seem too eager. He was equally brief.

“Come on, aren’t you curious about your mail?”

“What about yours?”

“Come on, let’s do it together.” You both tore at the tape and counted to three before opening the lid. Your box was noticeably bigger while Hoseok’s was more discreet, since he had to travel and usually he didn’t leave much extra space in his personal luggage.

You blinked a couple times before starting to explore. “You said you missed my mouth on you. I found this thing that basically does it the way you like, it mimics oral outside and still teases you in the inside with a vibe.” He explained matter-of-factly. “And then I got toy cleaner and lube because safety first. Also, I got some stuff for when I come back. Like that ahem- set.” He meant the lingerie. You were speechless. He looked down as he addressed one of the topics that had repeatedly attracted his attention the previous night as he browsed. “I was tempted to get something else, too, but we’ve never discussed that, so I think we could talk about it first. I might want to try some mild restraints and I was thinking maybe I would start with something like an hairband, the tie from a robe or a plain simple tie for men. A ribbon. If you’re interested.” He was very serious and mature about this, stating his proposition and giving you enough space to step back, always the caring and responsible partner.

Still, Hoseok had repeatedly proved being an absolute freak behind closed doors and you could barely contain yourself at the mention of mild bondage. If it were for you, you would already be lying down with your wrists cuffed to the bedpost. Still-

“I think I wanna give it a try.”

“Yeah, and if we like it we can turn it up a notch and get something a bit bolder.”

“Of course.” You tried to process the content of your package. It wasn’t bad. Quite the contrary. But you were actually thinking about Hoseok buying this stuff, your sunshine boy Hobi browsing through sex toys websites and choosing based on what you liked and what he wanted to see you doing. “What about your gift?”

“Oh these! God I almost thought of buying them! Baby, you read my mind!” His smile was radiant and you felt appreciation flow through him towards you.

“It’s a set of six pockets, they have different textures, patterns and levels of softness. I thought you needed something small for when you travel, that you can use under the shower and that helps you relieve your stress.”

“That’s my baby, so considerate.”

“Also, toy cleanser and strawberry lube because I know your tastes.”

“You know me so well. Maybe we should just get them washed and get the party started?”

“With pleasure.”

Indeed.

#bts headcanons #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon imagine #jin imagine #yoongi imagine #hoseok imagine #bts imagine #bts hyung line #bangtan sonyeondan

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btsqualityy · 5 years ago

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BTS Second Pregnancy Series #3: Telling Your Families and Friends

11 Weeks, or 3 Months, pregnant.

Kim Seokjin

“Yay Daddy!” Kaiden cheered loudly as the members walked backstage after their concert finished. You stood up from the couch and smiled as you watched Kaiden sprint over to Jin, who picked him up and set him on his hip.

“Did we do good?” Jin asked him and Kaiden nodded his head rapidly.

“Really good! And you sung really good too,” Kaiden said as Jin carried him over to where you were standing.

“Well, thanks Chinny,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “And what did you think?” He asked you.

“I think you did amazing, as always,” you praised, leaning up and kissing his lips softly.

“You’ve been back here the entire time right?” He checked and you rolled your eyes in mock annoyance.

“Yes Jin, I have,” you nodded. “Even though you know that Kaiden and I both love being able to watch from right next to the stage.”

“Yeah, what’s up with that hyung?” Jungkook wondered.

“You know, you ruined my ritual of getting a high five from Kade when we do our outfit changes!” Hobi huffed as he held his hands out and Jin passed Kaiden off to him.

“He wanted us to stay backstage so that I’d be more comfortable,” you explained.

“It never bothered you before,” Yoongi snorted and Jin sighed in exasperation.

“Can I tell them jagi?” Jin wondered as he looked over at you and you nodded. “I’m more worried about her being comfortable because she’s pregnant.”

“Really?” Jimin exclaimed happily and you and Jin both nodded in confirmation.

“Congratulations you two,” Namjoon smiled and all of the members crowded around the two of you, giving you a group hug.

“Are you ready to be a big brother Kade?” Taehyung asked him once the hug had dispersed.

“Yep!” He nodded firmly, making you and Jin smile proudly.

Min Yoongi

“It’s so nice to be able to finally spend some time with you,” your best friend grumbled playfully, making you laugh loudly at your place across the table from her. The two had finally managed to have some free time simultaneously, so you decided to get together and catch up over lunch.

“I know, it’s just always busy these days with work and trying to maintain a relationship and taking care of this one,” you smiled as you nodded next to you, where Kinsley was engrossed in coloring a small coloring book that the restaurant gave kids for free.

“Speaking of relationships, how’s Yoongi doing these days?” Your best friend wondered. “I see the group has been doing amazing.”

“They have and he’s good, really happy these days,” you nodded with a small smile and your best friend quirked her eyebrow up at you.

“Ok, what’s up with you?” She demanded to know and you shrugged.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, don’t bullshit me,” she chuckled and your eyes widened as you nodded over at Kinsley to remind her to watch her language. “You haven’t stopped smiling ever since we sat down and you’re being uncharacteristically coy. Either Yoongi is hitting it amazingly well these days or you’re pregnant again.”

“Well, I mean neither one of those is wrong so,” you smirked and your best friend shrieked loudly.

“Ahh! You’re pregnant again?!” She exclaimed and you nodded excitedly. “When did you find out and why the fuck didn’t you call me right away?”

“Only a few weeks ago and stop cussing,” you chuckled. “And before you even ask, yes you're the first to know because we planned to wait to tell everyone until after my first doctor’s appointment.”

“Yes,” she whispered, fist pumping the air. “So, I’m gonna be god mother again right?”

“Not if you keep cussing in front of my babies, you won’t,” you replied jokingly, making your best friend throw her hand up at you.

“Oh please, Yoongi is her father,” she pointed out with a laugh. “I’m sure that she’s heard worse.”

Kim Namjoon

“Daddy,” Mason called and Namjoon looked down at him as the two of them walked down the hallways of the BigHit building. “When is Mommy getting here?”

“Uh, she should be here soon buddy,” he told him after checking the time on his phone. They continued to make their way down the hallway until they reached the front of the building, where Mason squealed loudly when he saw Taehyung standing near the front desk with Huening Kai and Yeonjun from Tomorrow X Together.

“Can I go to them Daddy?” Mason asked excitedly and Namjoon nodded with a smile before letting his hand go and he watched as Mason sprinted over to them, crashing right into Yeonjun’s leg.

“Hey hey,” you called as you walked inside the building, and Namjoon immediately walked over to you.

“Hey,” he smiled, moaning softly when you set both of your hands on his cheeks and kissed him firmly. “How was work?”

“Miserable,” you replied honestly, and Namjoon rose an eyebrow at that. “I’ve been nauseous all day and my boobs hurt.”

“Aw I’m sorry jagi,” he mumbled, pulling you towards him and giving you a tight hug.

“Where’s Mase?” You murmured into his chest and he pulled back to gesture over his shoulder.

“With Tae and the kids,” he chuckled. “Wanna go get him so that we can head home?” He said and you nodded. The two of you then walked over to where the four of them were.

“Hi Mommy!” Mason grinned as he slid out of Yeonjun’s arms and ran over to you, hugging your leg tightly.

“Hi Myungie,” you laughed, setting your hand on top of his head and pushing his hair back. “How was your day with Daddy?”

“Good!” He chirped. “How’s the baby?” He wondered, causing both your and Namjoon’s eyes to widen.

“Baby?” Taehyung wondered. “Are you having another baby Y/N-ah?”

“Well, we wanted to figure out a better way to tell you guys, and all at the same time,” you replied. “But yeah, I’m pregnant again.”

“Ahh, congratulations Namjoon hyung and Y/N,” Huening Kai smiled.

“Thank you,” Namjoon said.

“Imagine if the next one is as active as little Mason,” Yeonjun chuckled, letting out a huff as Mason walked back over to him and tried to climb up his body.

“You’ll have your work cut out for you hyung,” Taehyung smirked.

“Oh trust me, we’re definitely looking forward to it,” Namjoon smiled sarcastically, making you laugh loudly.

Jung Hoseok

“So, why are we all here again?” Your brother wondered as he looked at you and Hobi. The two of you had invited your family (which consisted of your mom, brother, and sister in law) as well as Hobi’s family (his mom, dad, and sister) over to your house to tell them the big news. The twins, as well as your nephew, were all off at school so you and Hobi figured this would be the best time to tell them.

“Could you be a little more supportive for 2.2 seconds of your life please? Thank you,” you smiled at him.

“I am supportive,” he scoffed.

“Don’t start you two,” you mother interjected.

“We would like to know why we’re here guys,” Jiwoo spoke up.

“Well, we wanted all here together so that we could tell you guys that you’ll all be getting another grandchild or niece or nephew,” Hobi smiled.

“You’re pregnant again?” Hobi’s mom wondered and you nodded rapidly. Hobi’s mom, your mom, your sister in law, and Jiwoo all immediately ran over to you, smothering you in hugs and kisses to the cheek.

“Congratulations son,” Hobi’s father grinned as he hugged him.

“Thanks appa,” Hobi replied.

“You sure you wanna add another one to the chaos that you already have?” Your brother asked him, making Hobi laugh loudly.

“If it were with anyone else, then no,” he responded with a soft smile. “But with Y/N-ah? Absolutely.”

Park Jimin

“Are you sure that you don’t need to go home or anything?” Jimin checked in and you rolled your eyes, trying to keep yourself from snapping on him because you knew that he was just looking out for you.

“I’m fine Jimin-ssi and if you ask me that one more time, I’m gonna drop kick you so hard that they’re gonna have to postpone the video shoot,” you smiled.

“Well, you don’t have to hurt my feelings,” he chuckled. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to stay here and watch us shoot the video.”

“I never miss your video shoots though and I’m not gonna start now just because you knocked me up again,” you assured him.

“Oh yeah, say it as if you weren’t there,” he laughed and just as you were about to respond, the members walked over to the two of you.

“I hope that you’re talking some sense into him Y/N-ah,” Hobi joked.

“Why would she need to do that?” Jimin wondered.

“You’ve had your eye on her so much during the shoot, you’ve been missing the counts,” Jungkook explained with a smile.

“So hopefully, Y/N told you to get your shit together,” Yoongi said, making you laugh.

“I’m trying to guys,” you told them.

“What’s got you so distracted anyways Jimin?” Namjoon questioned.

“Wanna tell them?” Jimin asked and you nodded in agreement. “Y/N-ah is pregnant again.”

“What?” Taehyung exclaimed with a wide grin. “Is that why you fainted a few weeks back?”

“Yep,” you confirmed. “The hormones tend to wreck havoc on my body.”

“Ah, congratulations you two,” Jin smiled.

“Now can you focus Jimin?” Namjoon asked jokingly and Jimin nodded his head while laughing.

“I’ll try hyung.”

Kim Taehyung

“Which one do you want Spence?” You asked her as you leaned over and let her look at the pictures on the menu. You, her, Taehyung and the rest of the members, their kids, and their wives had made a spur of the moment decision to all go out to dinner together.

“Um, that one!” She chirped, pointing to the picture of the ramen, which you knew she’d do.

“Ok, we’ll get it for you,” you giggled.

“Mase, put that down,” you heard Namjoon’s wife laugh, looking over to see her taking the decorations that were on the table out of his hands.

“Ok no offense or anything,” Jimin started. “But I’m so happy that Noah isn’t as active as Mase is.”

“No offense taken,” Namjoon assured him, his wife nodding in agreement. “It’s definitely a daily workout.”

“At least you don’t have to deal with a bratty 3 year old,” Jungkook mumbled.

“It’s your fault she’s a brat though,” Yoongi’s wife snickered.

“At least our kid stays up long enough to actually do stuff,” Jungkook’s wife smirked.

“We didn’t come here for you guys to drag us,” Yoongi spoke up, making everyone at the table laugh.

“Well, we’re definitely not in a place to drag anyone,” Hobi’s wife said, and Hobi nodded. “Our house is 24/7 chaos.”

“Can’t relate,” Jin laughed, turning and giving his wife a high five.

“What about you guys?” Jimin asked suddenly, looking over at you and Taehyung.

“I mean, I have no complaints,” Taehyung chuckled.

“Me either. Spence’s a great kid,” you smiled.

“So you’re telling us that you wouldn’t hesitate at having another kid right now?” Hobi wondered.

“Well actually,” Taehyung paused to look at you for permission and once you nodded, he turned to look back at everyone. “Y/N-ah is pregnant again.”

“Oh my gosh!” Jimin’s wife exclaimed. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I told Tae that we should wait but since you guys brought the topic up now,” you trailed off, shrugging lamely afterwards.

“Well, here’s hoping you don’t have an overactive, sleepy, bratty, or chaotic baby,” Namjoon recited as he lifted up his cup, everyone lifting theirs up afterwards and clinking them together in a toast.

Jeon Jungkook

“So, I know you’re probably all wondering why Y/N-ah and I called you over here today,” Jungkook said. The two of you had invited over both your parents and his in order to tell them about the new addition that you and Jungkook were going to be getting soon.

“I mean, I think I have an idea,” Jungkook’s mom chuckled.

“Me too,” your mom nodded.

“Well, I have no idea,” your father huffed, making everyone laugh. “So, can you stop keeping us in suspense and tell us?”

“Ok well,-” you started to say but Jungkook grabbed your wrist lightly, making you stop and look over at him.

“Maybe we should let Angel tell everyone,” he suggested and you couldn’t help but to smile at the idea.

“Ok,” you nodded before looking over at Jungkook’s father, who had Ava sat in his lap. “Ave, do you wanna tell everyone the good news?”

“What news?” She asked as she tilted her head in the same way that Jungkook does, making his mother coo at her.

“Remember what Mommy and I told you the other night? After your bath?” Jungkook said, trying to jog her memory and he knew that it worked when Ava gasped loudly.

“Oh yeah! Mommy is having a baby,” she repeated, and everyone in the room gasped audibly.

“I knew it!” Your mom exclaimed.

“You can tell by the look on your face!” Jungkook’s mother added. “You’re glowing sweetie.”

“It doesn’t feel much like it,” you giggled.

“Oh, I should’ve known,” you father sighed.

“Congratulations you two,” Jungkook’s father grinned. “Are you excited?”

“I definitely feel more ready this time,” Jungkook replied and you nodded in agreement. “We were like chickens with our heads cut off with Angel.”

“I’m sure you guys will be fine,” Jungkook’s mother assured you. “You’ve done a great job with little Ava.”

“Thank you,” you grinned, watching with a smile as Ava talked animatedly to Jungkook’s father.

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brashashxao · 5 years ago

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The Two Sides Of Kai (PT 2)

🖤 Genre: Smut

🖤 Rating: M

🖤 Pairing: Kim Jongin aka Kai X Reader

🖤 Synopsis: You had a fun night with Kai when suddenly he stops talking to you, that is until he sees you out with Baekhyun.

🖤 Word Count: 2,095k

🖤 Warnings: this story contains strong language, smut, and mentions of sex without a condom

**Writer’s note: Hey guys! thanks for checking out part two of my smutty Jongin story i hope you enjoy! Please look forward to more concoctions i have brewing in my head. im thinking of writing about Kim Namjoon aka RM from BTS next! hes my ultimate bias!**

Annoyed. I couldn't feel anything but irritable and annoyed. It had been almost a month since the moment i thought i shared with Kai. I was settling in well in my new position with SM, but it all felt so empty. I spent my days trying hard to avoid Kai like he was definitely avoiding me. I even decided to chat with the other members of exo without Kai present. Did i really let a guy I barely knew seduce me and not talk to me again? Well at least i got some amazing head out of it. And boy was it amazing. It was so hard to concentrate on anything other than the feel of Kai’s soft lips moving across my body. Right Before my mind got me into a place I couldn't get out of, i heard a soft knock on my office door.

“Hey y/n” a pause “Can I come in?” I’d recognize that voice anywhere, “Sure Becky” i playfully referred to Baekhyun as, “what’s up?” I ask straightening myself in my chair. Baekhyn moved into my office with an unsure look on his face, “um excuse me but would you like to go grab a late dinner?” he asked. Baekhyun had quickly become one of my best friends, he and Chanyeol. “Of course” i say peering down at my watch. 9pm. “I could use a pick me up, and I’m starving” A wide smile spreads across his face. “Great let’s go” he says smiling brightly.

We head down to the Sum Cafe. Baekhun tells me to find a seat while he uses the restroom. I pick up my menu. I must have been so submerged in reading it that i dont notice when Baekhyun sits in the booth across from me. “So what happened with you and Jongin?” Baekhyun asks carefully. I shoot up and stare at him unable to reply. “I mean i just figure something is wrong because every since the night he showed you around i haven't seen you guys even glimpse at each other” he says twirling his straw around in his water. I sigh and run my hand over my face.”That obvious?” I ask. “No just for someone like me who knows Jogin pretty well, yes.” Baekhyun says.

The jingle of the cafe door sounds and i sense him before he even walks in, I smell him before the wind even has the chance to catch his silver strands in the soft breeze. He’s here. I must have visibly stilled because Baekhyun looks at me with a slight hint of worry. He then furrows his brows as if he was able to put the connection together. As if on cue Baekhyun turns around and flags Kai down. Kai turns visibly upset and i wonder if i am the cause. As Kai struts over to us i can’t help but stare in awe at his long lean legs. “Snap out of it y/n” I scold myself.

Baekhyun sports the widest smile known to man and I can't help but smile back. His smile is very contagious. But I guess from the outside it looked as if we were smiling warmly at each other, because the next words out of Kai’s mouth stung us both. “Already found someone else to fuck huh?” he says to me as he stares his best friend down. “What?” Baekhyun says standing defensively in front of me. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Baekhyun yells. I just sat there stunned to silence. “Then tell me what is this?” he says pointing the table and us. “We’re out having a meal, that’s what. Friends can eat together can't they?” Kai tilts his head to the side to look at me from around Baekhyun’s rigid body. “Is that true?” kai says and i know he's talking to me but i can’t look him in the eyes. “I'm talking to you?” he says quieter. “How about you show her some respect” i hear Baekhyun say. Kai scoffs and i feel him back away taking my heart with him. “Whatever” he mutters then disappears as quickly as he came. “Thank you Becky” i say standing, wiping my mouth on my napkin. I offer him a small smile. “He isn't usually like this” baekhyun whispers. “Maybe you have that effect on him” he says with a small smirk.

Outside the crisp cool air feels like heaven. The tension became so thick back at the restaurant that it was getting hard to breathe. I round the corner and head back to my dorm, but not before I see Kai standing against a brick wall hands jammed in his pockets with his head against the wall. He's dressed in black track pants, black T shirt and black jacket. Even at night with the dim light coming from the street lamp above us i can make out all of his perfect features. He opened his eyes and sees me, I instantly wish i had the power of teleportation. He stalks over to me and pulls me into a deep kiss.

I painfully pry myself from his grasp and yell at him, “NO!” I scream “You don’t get to treat me like i don't exist and then kiss me like I'm the only girl on earth!” I don’t even notice the tears burning my eyes until I felt them roll down my cheek. He was so confusing. “Look y/n” he says as smooth as butter, “I’m sorry, things just happened so quick with us, it scared me,” he says. You can say that again i think to myself. “And the way you treated Baekhyun?” I say, “he didn’t deserve that kai” i say. “Jongin and I know” he says running his fingers through his hair. He brushes my hair out of my face and wipes a rogue tear. “Are these because of me?” he asks quietly. “Yes Kai they are” I say holding nothing back. “Jongin, let me walk you home?” he asked hopeful. “I’m not that far, i can walk myself Kai.” I answer back. “Jongin, Please? y/n” he says eyes pleading. “Come on” I say as we walk down the chilly seoul streets.

“This is me” i say turning to him. He insisted on making sure i got in okay. Before I could thank him, he pulls me close and crashed his lips on mine. The familiar electric feeling courses through me and Jongin shivers into my lips as if he felt it to. He presses his body close to mine and im flush to his body. He moves his tongue across my lips begging for entry. I open for him. He caresses my cheeks and tongue, he flicks his tongue across my lips. Holding onto my ass he presses his mouth even closer to mine, as if he needs me to breathe. Panting he pulls away, I have no doubt that my lips are swollen, just by looking at his swollen plump lips. “Aren’t you going to invite me in y/n?” he says with a sly grin across her his perfect features. There goes another pair of my panties I say to myself.

I don’t have time to react as I key in my entry code, before his lips are on mine again. In a heated frenzy we make our way to my bedroom and he kicks the door open and he backs me up to my bed then sits me softly down. He stands before me and I blush uncontrollably. He slowly, painfully slow removes his jacket and shirt. He then pushes me down and slides my pants off. “Already so wet for me y/n” he says breathing me in. He places an array of perfect kisses down my thighs as he slides my shoes off. He then kiss his way back up my thighs and stops before my covered mound. “So sweet y/n” he says and it's taking everything inside of me not to come right then and there. He kisses my panties and slides them off. When he looks up and sees my wet womanhood he reaches and grabs his erection. “Fuck you look so good laid out like this y/n like a buffet all for me” he says hungrily. He flicked my clit with his tongue and moans. “You taste so fucking good y/n” he whispers. He moves his tongue flat and expertly plunges it in and out of me. I grab his head as i see stars. I moan and whithe underneath him. He laps at my core like a puppy drinking water. I sigh dramatically when he inserts two slender fingers inside of me. He begins pumping in and out of me as he licks my sensitive clit. “Come for me y/n” Jongin orders in a thick husky voice right before he sinks his velvety tongue inside me again. I suddenly feel a ball of heat building and bubbling inside of me. I turn my head back and forth on the pillow as i feel heat searing through my body. “Oh my god i’m going to come!” I shout out. My body releases and i see fireworks, actual fucking fireworks.

“Good girl” he says to me. He looks up at me and licks his lips tasting my juices as they coat his perfect face. He kisses his way up my body and takes a nipple in his mouth. He playfully bites down and i can't help the giggle that escaped my mouth. He caresses my other nipple with his soft hands as he licks and flicks my other nipple with his tongue. “Please, Jongin i want to feel you inside of me” i say voice coated with need. “Are you sure y/n?” he asks. I don't need time to think as I shake my head violently yes.

He reaches down and frees himself from his pants. He stands and pulls his spandex boxers down and my eyes nearly bulge out of my head. This man is simply perfect. His lean torso cuts at a nice V shaped exposing his abs to me. A small patch of curls cover his massive cock. My mouth nearly waters at the sight of it. His toned thighs complete the most beautiful body i have ever seen. He flopped back down on me and we both laugh. “I love it when you laugh y/n, now i want to hear you scream” he says seductively.

He grabs his cock and steadies it at my entrance. Without warning he eases into me, i let out a huge moan and he captures my mouth in his. I can feel him stretching me as he buries himself to the hilt inside of me. He doesn't move at first giving my body a chance to readjust to his girth and length. As soon as our eyes meet I wink letting know its okay to continue. He plunges in and out of me deeply thrusting. “My god y/n you’re so tight baby and so wet” he says in my ears as he continues his wreck on my body. I feel the tap tap of his balls slapping against me. Jongin grunts and sinks his teeth into my shoulder while holding onto my back for dear life. His cock stretches and prods my womanhood with quick thrusts. “So good-can’t last much longer y/n” he says breathlessly. Nothing matters anymore when i feel him reaching a sensitive spot within me I didn't know was there. “I'm going to come jongin” I yell out. “Me too baby me too” he sighs into my skin. My orgasm catapults into me and I shudder harshly. I am breathless from barely clinging to consciousness. I feel the warmth of his semen flow inside of me as he grunts and spews profanity.

He collapsed on the bed next to me covered my body with his sleepy form. “That was insatiable y/n” he says with a lopsided grin on his face. He sighed and stood up to stretch giving me a view of his unbelievable naked body. “Shower?” he asks me questioningly. I'm too sore to move, just as I open my mouth he says “we can go for round 3”. “We haven’t even had round two yet” I say with a slight smile in my voice. “Oh I know I’m just preparing for the inevitable” he smiles at me. I jump up and race him to the shower. I could get use to this, I laugh to myself.

#exo kai #exo #jongin #x reader #exo scenarios #exo smut #kai smut #kim jongin smut #kai scenario #jongin scenario #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #jongin smut

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biaswreckingfics · 4 years ago

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hmmm out of baekhyun, chanyeol and sehun? then kai, xiumin and suho?

The first three:

1. Byun Baekhyun ❤

2. Park Chanyeol (used to be my bias but Baekhyun wrecked me 👀)

3. Oh Sehun

The Kim Brothers:

1. Kim Jongin (Kai)

2. Kim Junmyeon (Suho)

3. Kim Minseok (Xiumin)

[Send me your top 3 biases and i'll list them in my order of preference.]

#bias game #my exo boys ❤

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 6 years ago

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hi there - i love your blog. I just had a question for you ~ can you teach me about exo? i know nothing about them. Can you do maybe, if you have time, use like a sentance or a few words to describe each of them so i can get a feel? if you don't have time that's totally okay! I don't want you to feel pressured or anything. have a good rest of your night!

Girrrrlll yes. You gone learn today

9 members. Used to be 12 but I only started stanning during the Monster era so idk the other 3.

Must watches: Monster MV, Love Shot MV, The EVE dance practice, Tempo MV, Gayo Daejeon music festival love shot performance (Kai's solo p h e w), Growl at Elyxion in Seoul, exo next door (nobody fucking @me I'll fight you it's my favorite thing ever)

Vocal Line

Suho (Kim Junmyeon)

Leader

Gorgeous. Obviously.

Has done a lot a lot of acting, is very good at it.

Super sweet, dad to all the members, clear baritone, my second biaswrecker ngl, he's my sugar daddy in my head

Looks amazing in a suit, good at being diplomatic, lots of press

He said he wants his insta to be "a small but certain happiness" to exo-ls mom I love him

Byun Baekhyun

Demon absolute demon, high-key flirt

AMAZING vocalist, tenor, lots of range, him and Jongdae really are some of the best vocalists in kpop imo

Him and Chanyeol are close, a chaotic duo

He tried to choke me out in the Monster MV

BUT he adores us EXO-Ls he will throw hands over us for sure, deadass called out someone on fancafe for suggesting he doesn't care about international fans with 10 exclamation marks and "TRANSLATE THIS" at the bottom

Kai (Kim Jongin)

Aka Nini aka Nini bear looks like the biggest fuckboy on the planet a whole demon onstage but the softest most shy baby alive my number one biaswrecker of any group tbh MELANIN p h e w the best dancer in kpop imo, works SO hard, slays every performance

Loves Kyungsoo and doesn't care who knows it

A baritone, pretty vocals but is low-key a pretty good rapper

Xiumin (Kim Minseok)

He's enlisting rn so we are sad :(

A whole demon onstage is very chill offstage, lot of aegyo he's fucking adorable

A tenor, great vocals, excellent dancer

Part of a subgroup called CBX which is him, Chen, and Baekhyun they are all close

Lay (Zhang Yixing)

He's not in a lot of the newer performances he has a solo career so he's busy

Dimples that ruin my life, two of three Chinese members, dance line, such a demon onstage like wow him and Jongin like compete to wreck us exo-ls

A literal angel though, hopeless romantic, a whole s a p

Chen (Kim Jongdae)

Voice of an ANGEL leaves me shook every performance with his high notes like honestly he's my favorite vocalist in kpop

Sweet sweet boy so many members are high-key soft in EXO

The first to hug and comfort the other boys when they're crying, a fucking s a p, handed out hot packs to ghosts in a haunted house I kinda wanna marry him too

D.O. (Doh Kyungsoo)

Story time when I first watched the Love Shot MV I literally could not stop talking about how handsome he was despite having already picked my bias

My sister was like....are you SURE D.O. isn't your bias?

Anyway.... angelic vocals, i keep saying angelic but....EXO has so many beautiful voices

Amazing actor, been in a ton of kdramas

Sweet shy baby he and Jongin are so soft for each other, best friends

He enlisted this year :(

Shy but a high-key savage

Rapline

Park Chanyeol

Phew. My motherfucking HUSBAND

I could write a 20k word essay about this man but I'll try to keep it brief

A big fucking dork, clumsy, he's so big but like...he doesn't know it? EXO is full of 6 footers but he towers over all of them

Skinny thicc legend like he looks thin but sis those biceps....ANYwAY

Deepest voice my absolute weakness, loud AF

He's so soft though, he is the only member with tats he has 4 and one of them is for exo-ls 😭

Spits bars but sings like an angel, cover of All of Me ruined my life, plays guitar and piano we stan a multitalented king

Instalives he is always sleepy and wanting exo-ls to talk him to sleep, played Bohemian Rhapsody on guitar for us, basically he's the perfect man send tweet

Oh Sehun

Maknae, very serious boy but actually high-key funny, sarcastic, a brat and we love him for it

Dance line, such a demon onstage and offstage on vlive he deadass teased exo-ls about sleeping naked and called them naughty girls I'm not making this shit up

Looks the best in eyeliner tbh

Deep voice (p h e w), spits bars, can also sing

#anon love #exo #this took years off my life #but i love them sm #kim jongin #kim junmyeon #kim minseok #kim jongdae #oh sehun #do kyungsoo #doh kyungsoo #park chanyeol #zhang yixing #byun baekhyun

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jolteonsblog · 5 years ago

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as you may know, a certain jolteon went to see superm live in madison square garden last night... 😊 allow me to tell you what all went down!

i can’t stand the rain

a perfect song to start off the show

the vocals and the dancing were both spectacular

although i was pretty sure they were lip-syncing

literally the second they appeared on stage i started screaming OH MY GOD IT’S THEM IT’S THEM IT’S THEM IT’S THEM

yeah, belt it, baek!

kill those high notes!

danger/sayonara hitori

holy crap, that HAT!

taemin looked so handsome in that hat!

and his vocals! damn...

taemin was definitely channeling his inner michael jackson during danger

oh, can i mention that the little dance break before taem’s solo stage beautifully showcased all the members’ dancing talents?

it’s definitely taemin’s showtime!

gta (grand trouble artist)

taeyong!

pretty sparkly mask! oh, he took it off...

oh well, at least we can see his handsome face better!

super car

we go VROOM! like a black car!

me @ taeyong and ten: OHHHHHHHHHH THINGS ARE GETTING STEAMY

yong literally got up so close to ten and tickled him under the chin

it was really nice that they brought out lucas and kai for the end of the song so they wouldn’t miss out on anything

WE DRIVIN’ SUPER CAR!

introductory ment

never have the words “hi guys, we are superm!” sounded so beautiful to my ears

they did a little recap of the songs they did, and baek singing a bit of danger was beautiful

they all looked so excited to be here

and i noticed that baek was wearing the ‘my cat is a rockstar’ t-shirt, which was adorable

go on, ten! show us what you’ve got!

dream in a dream/new heroes

ten told us that he was a lil nervous before performing

but we were able to give him the courage to do his best!

those vocals sounded like they were coming from the gates of heaven themselves

and considering i’ve listened to new heroes before, it was a new experience hearing it live

his dancing was amazing

bass go boom

SURPRISE, LUCAS!

honestly, i wasn’t expecting yukhei’s solo number to come right after ten’s but i was pleasantly surprised, to say in the least

the video they were projecting onto the screens behind him showed him at his absolute cutest

and the bass went boom indeed

it was adorable

betcha/un village

i literally screamed baek’s name and held it out for a good ten or fifteen seconds before my lungs threatened to implode

baek did the upside-down v thing with his fingers! dunno why, but i love that!

he definitely put the rolling in ‘rolling, rolling, rolling hills’... ;)

and by rolling, i mean body rolls

he made a finger heart at the end! so CUTE!

dangerous woman

i love the little acapella bit they put in the beginning

but honestly, i was too busy screaming for joy to feel like a dangerous woman

why is it considered a new song? are they gonna release it on a new album?

anyways, it was a good song

ment #2

baek, mark, taem, and lucas had to go backstage for the next song

but never fear, the trio of taeyong, ten, and kai is here!

honestly, they were such an adorable threesome

and the light stick wave was so pretty

2 fast

what an amazing quartet

baek and taem’s vocals were on point, as well as mark and xuxi’s rap

i might start listening to that song more often

baby don’t stop

the taeten vibes were off the charts

i might just start shipping these two

stop, baby don’t stop!

talk about

“MARK LEE IN DA HOUSE!”- mark lee, 2019

dunno why, but i kept forgetting the name of this song until now

it was pretty catchy

confession

two words:

kai’s. abs. need i say more?

kim jongin, aka kai, aka SATAN HIMSELF, was totally bringing the smolder

my poor brain was going haywire at the sight of him in all his bare-chested glory

in short, he made me feel like taehyung did when i saw him performing singularity: attacked

i think he just wrecked my bias list

in fact, i was screaming at him to rip that jacket off

*insert feral screeching here*

jolteon.exe has crashed

he pulled a bs&t jimin move. twice. someone’s been taking cues from him....

casually flaunting your abs for the entirety of madison square garden to ogle over?

that’s illegal sir

💀

intermission video

i don’t remember much of it, but the only thing i remember is lucas saying “superm forever!”

and i’m proud to say it myself! superm forever!

no manners

kings doing what they do best: serving looks

taeyong just casually grinding on the stage was a total mood

in summary, these boys definitely had no manners (lol)

with you

big uwu energy

these boys are just so precious

baek just slayed those high notes like nobody’s business

and they were throwing colored balls into the audience! WHICH THEY SIGNED! man, i wish i’d bought barricade seats...

ment #3

wait, the concert’s over already?! i thought it was just getting started!

recap time... again

oh, and it’s picture time too! i bet it was a good picture

these boys were so wholesome when they were thanking us for being here

lucas making a heart was adorable, and so was taemin’s pinky promise

they’re gonna perform jopping! i’m so excited!

jopping

welp, here it is, fellas

the song we’ve all been waiting for

I DON’T EVEN CARE YEONGIN ULIL TAEUL STAGE! LEFT TO THE RIGHT WE GON’ MAKE IT MAKE IT BANG! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR LEMME SEE YOU BOUNCE! TO THE LEFT TO THE RIGHT SIJAG DOENEUN ROUND!

CUZ WHEN WE JUMPING AND POPPING WE JOPPING!!

i never thought i’d be able to see this choreography live, but i did

and i got to see taemin doing his signature twirl

BOY HE BOUT TO DO IT! BOY HE BOUT TO DO IT!

baek’s killer high note snatched the soul out of my body

i’m so happy for them :)

this may be the last stop of their tour this year, but i know they’ll be back next year!

#superm #we are the future live #msg #superm forever!#supermemes

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bang-me-bangtan-style · 7 years ago

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DEGRADED

01 | 02 | ...

And there it went. No man had ever made you cum but Jongin. They tried but you faked it every time. But this handsome bastard of a man could. No wonder you were hooked on him. Why you let him do what ever to you because he had you by the pussy.

CHAPTER ONE: CORNERED

paring: Kim Jongin x reader x Oh sehun (love triangle)

word count ; 1.5k

genre: smut / kai au / sehun au / violence/ verbal, physical, and sexual abuse/ degrading

Seeing him was the definition of pain. You stood there paralyzed from the PTSD you were scarred with, came rushing back making you want to vomit on the roller coaster ride you was about to embark on. He noticed you instantly and his eyes were undetachable - unreadable, a bunch of hesitation in his movements, because you know he had to remember. He had to remember That you were done with his games. you only screamed it in his face a hundred times that one-day last month. That melt down you had. You called it the melt down month.

Because you couldn't take it anymore you couldn't take it from Kim Jongin anymore. He was always doing this thing with you. Making you a wreck and then fixing you to his liking only to tear down what he “fixed” it was like cat and mouse with him except he wasn't really chasing you. He would and then he would let you run on your own with no intention in catching you. Making you look like the dumbass you were. The dumbass you knew you were about to be.

Now you didn't even want anything at the convenience store you couldn’t take it any longer so you turned the other way, but wait there's more, and he followed after you. There was always more when it came to Kim Jongin. It would be him if it wasn’t, it wouldn't be him to keep ruining your life the way he has.

All the way to your house a clear ten-minute walk, no talking, him just following behind you like a lost dog. Because that’s what he was: a fucking dog. Plus, he didn’t belong here so he was a lost piece of shit. Why? because he was doing it again. Even after he agreed not to. Even after you screamed on the top of your lungs that you didn't want anything to do with him again- here he was. A real live piece of shit.

You hesitated opening the door -your back to him. But when he was pressed up against you with “open it “breathed against your ear you couldn’t help it. You felt obligated to open it. You opened it and he grabbed you close to him your back against his chest as he walked you to your bedroom. you still haven’t looked at him since you seen him in the convenience store and you didn’t want to look at him. You didn't want to be disgusted.

That fucking degrading monster the one that used you the way he did, even when he said he would stop but it was hard when he lived in your area and upon seeing you it drove him insane for him to be close to you again. But why?

But he always chose the other girl, right?!

It just didn’t make any sense to you why he would be with someone else when he couldn’t stay away from you. He was always cheating on his girlfriend with you, even when he didn’t have a girlfriend he still came to you because his sex deprivation.

It was old. it was getting real old yet you still let him do this to you.

He pushed you down on the bed head first, you face smothered into the bed. He ripped your pants down aggressively and no one said anything and you still had not looked at him because you were guilty and emotional for not telling him off again, but you wanted it just as much and it made you disgusted to want to be treated like that. Because it was Kim Jongin. It was your fault as much as it was his truly.

Your ass was exposed and he ran his roughly manly hand across it before he violently smacked it. Your yelp into the mattress. He held his hand there as if to mask the pain letting his finger dangle to your woman hood and pressed it in. You instantly moaning.

With the other hand he unbuckled his pants and his cock sprang free he put his thickness against you and you squeezed your eyes shut anticipating the wait and then he shoved it in earning scream from you that not even the bed could mask.

If you could see his face you would know that his eyes rolled to back of his head after not being here in you for about a month. If you could see his face now as he fucked the shit out of you from behind like that you would know that he couldn't take his eyes off you. He loved making you squirm for him and moan like that it was him that did that no other guy did this for you and that's how he liked it.

He violently took it out on you, not being around you for a month took a toll on him, you knew because the way he was fucking you making it hurt so good. Something must have happened and you were there to ease the pain. Always. Even if you didn't see him at the convenience store he would have probably showed up a few days later on your doorstep because simply Kim jongin didn't go away no. he gave space but he wasn't done until he wanted to be done no one could ever tell Kim jongin he wasn't welcomed. And you knew that whatever argument you had with him was a waste of breath. Always.

He had both of his strong hands guiding you back and forth on his dick as hard as he could and that you could barely take but you bit down with pride and took it because when you relaxed a little and didn’t think about it it felt so fucking good. Pain mixed with pleasure.

Finally, he pulled out and grabbed you up to finally look at him. The moment of silence. He calmed for a second the monster in him calming and he caresses his face as he looked into your eyes you looked down and he motioned for you to look up. You grimaced under his stare, and he kissed you picking you up turning around and sitting on the bed with you on top of him he made out with you hungrily and he held you close to his body as close as possible. Like he didn't want to lose you.

His man hood brushed against your aching mound and you wanted more you disgustingly wanted more. And he gave it to you when he realized you wanted it that you finally gave into him again making him smile. he slid in easily and help you rid him while sitting on the edge of the bed.

He never stopped kissing you either he kept your lips hostage as he fucked you making you want to let go because you wanted to let go but you couldn't completely let go because you still had to keep your guard up with him. Being with kai was dangerous. And you were damaged goods.

It was almost like he was making love to his longtime girlfriend but you knew you were far from that. Just some ex best friend of his who he used friends with benefits with because you both had ruined your friendship a month ago when you had that meltdown you had catched feelings and he catched another girlfriend. But he kept coming back to you using you whenever he seen you or popped over. And it was a drag. And you were never going to get out. It was dragging you down deep into the dark. You weren’t the same and it made you depressed

He moaned finally letting go of your mouth his hand swept over your asshole and it caused you to shiver while his thick cock fucked you.

“Jongin, you moaned. And there it went. No man had ever made you cum but Kai they tried but you faked it every time but this man this handsome bastard of a man could. No wonder you were hooked on it. Why you let him do whatever to you because he had you by the pussy.

“That’s good baby girl, hold on for me,” he growled in your ear both hands grabbing you to his body as he sat on the edge of the bed fucking you he put his head in the crook of your neck and you tangled your hands in his hard you could feel him deep down inside you and he swelled a little he was about to cum.

“Fuck baby,” and with no condom, no protection, and without you taking any birth control he came inside you. You feeling it as it squirted out inside you. And even with the circumstances Jongin only had unprotected sex with you. the only thing you had on all those girlfriends of his but still you were the one losing.

And you didn't know why.

to be continuted...

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kpopfanfictrash · 7 years ago

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The Money

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongdae

Rating: 18+ (Explicit Sex, Cartel!AU)

Word Count: 8,126

Summary: It’s 1970′s Florida and the Baekhyun’s cartel has just been broken up by the feds. Still at large is the ninth member of the cartel, known only to federal agents as the Money. Jongdae is the Money and he has one job: keep it safe. Keep it safe, and try to get them the hell out. Part of The Cartel, a multi-author collaboration.

Contributors: the always wonderful - @baebae-goodnight LOOK AT THIS MOODBOARD.

FBI AND DEA BUST MIAMI’S NUMBER ONE DRUG CARTEL

Publication: Miami Herald, The (FL) Author: LUCINDA PAGE, Herald Staff Writer Date: September 10th, 1980 Section: LOCAL Page: 1B Word Count: 242

It was in the wee hours of the morning, Miami, FL when Byun Baekhyun, infamous leader of the South Beach Drug Cartel was led away in handcuffs. Taken from his penthouse apartment on Collins Avenue, the drug lord is currently being held in the Miami-Dade County Jail on multiple charges of drug trafficking and money laundering. This arrest comes as the result of a year-long investigation by a special anti-narcotics detective squad within the FBI and DEA. This arrest marks the first of many, necessary steps to reclaim the streets of Miami from the current state of drugs and violence.

Today’s arrest is due to the intel of one, male FBI agent operating undercover within the cartel for the past six months. The arrest of Byun Baekhyun was the final in a series of arrests which occurred over the past forty-eight hours. Also taken into custody were: Kim Junmyeon, ‘The Cleaner;’ Park Chanyeol, ‘The Bruiser;’ Oh Sehun, ‘The Greaser;’ Zhang Yixing, ‘The Eyes;’ Kim Jongin, ‘The Diversion;’ Kim Minseok, ‘The Pimp;’ and Federal Agent, Do Kyungsoo.

Over one billion U.S. dollars of cash and cocaine were found hidden throughout various hiding spots in the Miami area. Still at large is the ninth member of the cartel, known only to federal agents as The Money. Any civilians with information on this individual’s whereabouts should inform their local police immediately. Proceed with caution, as they are presumed to be armed and highly dangerous.

Sweating profusely, Jongdae folds his newspaper delicately in his lap. There’s an ink stain on his right hand and he wipes this casually, trying not to appear like he’s running. Which he is, Jongdae is running from the very article on the front page of that newspaper. At least it’s a relief to see that the Federal Bureau of Investigation still don’t know his name.

Kim Jongdae, the Money of the South Beach Drug Cartel. Jongdae used to be a no one, nobody before meeting Byun Baekhyun. He was one of many analysts on Wall Street, barely made enough to afford his monthly studio rent in New York City. When he met Baekhyun, it was pure coincidence. Jongdae was on vacation, visiting a friend from college who worked in a new bank sprung up along Brickell Avenue.

Jongdae joined his friend hopping from club to club, overwhelmed by the amount of booze, chicks and spending. It was sometime around the third nightclub that he ran into Baekhyun. Jongdae didn’t know it at the time, but Club Medallion was Baekhyun’s personal headquarters, in addition to home of the infamous South Beach Cartel. Jongdae wasn’t aware when he began to barter with the bartender, wasn’t aware when he managed to get him to drop the price for several expensive bottles. He never imagined anyone above him would care, never someone might be watching from above.

Yixing cared, of course and when he overheard this twenty-two year-old kid swindling the pants off half his club – he nearly wet himself laughing. “Baek,” Yixing’s voice cracked over the radio with static. “Get off your ass and go look downstairs. You know how we need a new finance guy?”

That was an understatement. They needed a new finance guy, since the last one attempted to sell out the entire organization. Baekhyun drove that lying, manipulative cunt out to the Everglades himself.

“Little busy,” Baekhyun grunted. He was in the middle of fucking what was, at the time, just a burgeoning romance. “Call back later.”

Yixing rolled his eyes, waited another minute before Jongdae began scamming an entire Blackjack table. “Boss,” he chuckled, taking a bite from his apple. “Honestly. You’re going to want to see this.”

“For fuck’s sake, you disgruntled wombat,” Baekhyun abruptly pulled out his cock. This, despite the repeated threats he was receiving. “This better be good, or I’m going to stick your shit-poor excuse for a head on the Rickenbacker Causeway.”

“Not your best comeback,” Yixing chewed loudly. “That time you called me a cock-sucking, shit-faced, bastardized train-wreck who’s cum lit the flames of hell. THAT was creative. Anyways, there’s this guy,” Yixing grinned. He was the only one who got to talk to Baekhyun like this – they both knew he was necessary. “He just scammed both the bartender and a bunch of high rollers in what – an hour? Tops. How long do you think he’s been here, Kai?”

Silence from Kai’s radio.

“Kai?” Yixing repeated, then sighed. “Eh, he’s fucking someone – damn! Two someone’s. Anyways, this kid. You’ve got to talk to him.”

Baekhyun was already buttoning his pants, tossing an exaggerated kiss to the most dangerous woman in Miami. “Bye, babe!” he called cheerfully, ignoring the sounds of her heels hitting the door. “Alright,” he grumbled, sauntering down the staircase. “Time to go and make dreams come true.”

That was the first time Jongdae met Baekhyun. The first time they met, Jongdae thought he was going to die. Baekhyun had that look about him, a manic smile and dark eyes gleaming. Then there was the matter of the six-foot giant beside him, his expression unreadable and gaze tight.

“Let’s talk,” Baekhyun shrugged – and before Jongdae knew what was happening, he was being offered a job.

It was the job of a lifetime. An opportunity Jongdae couldn’t pass up – and he didn’t. Barely hesitated, before saying yes. Ever since graduating college, Jongdae had worked as an analyst on Wall Street. Putting in hundred-hour weeks, sleeping on office floors, barely able to pay the rent on an apartment he never saw. One Jongdae shared with three other dudes, all of them crazier than he was.

Most of the week Jongdae lived on cup ramen and apples, occasionally he didn’t eat at all. When Baekhyun dangled this dream before him, gave him the opportunity to escape and make money now – Jongdae jumped. Baekhyun just told him how high. Jongdae didn’t return to New York, just called his roommates from a pay phone and told them he’d wire the last month’s rent. The amount didn’t matter, Baekhyun offered him ten times that much as a signing bonus.

Things quickly spiraled. Within months, Jongdae was living in a penthouse on Brickell Avenue. He was smart with the cartel’s money, more than could be said of the others. This was the advantage of having Jongdae as your man – he understood money. He lived and breathed those large, corporate organizations. I mean hell, most legitimate businesses in New York were Ponzi schemes. What did it matter then, if Jongdae was paid by someone paying taxes or by Baekhyun? Not much. If anything, Baekhyun was the more generous employer. At least he cared about those working for him.

Most other cartels were hotheaded, only cared about the now – not about what happened next. Jongdae thought about everything. He spread out their assets, diversified their funds. Tied them to offshore accounts, random assets and real estate ventures. If the cartel ever got caught, at least their money would be safe.

Which is why it is safe. That’s why the feds are looking for Jongdae; they only found a portion of Baekhyun’s massive empire back in Miami. On the last seat of the bus now, on his way to Middle-of-Nowhere, Alabama, Jongdae closes his eyes. This is Baekhyun’s brilliance, really. To keep Jongdae as far from the others as possible, with only Lay and Chanyeol knowing his face – only Yixing his name.

It’s for his own protection. If any other member got caught, they couldn’t out Jongdae. If they couldn’t explain Jongdae, then the money of the cartel would be safe. Baekhyun might’ve been one arrogant, son-of-a-bitch but he wasn’t dumb. He knew the risks of his operation, he knew he could get out of any jail sentence he was given, with so many people on the inside. What he didn’t have – what he needed Jongdae for – was the guarantee that his money would be waiting.

Jongdae’s fingers tap nervously against his seat. He feels as though he might throw up Or faint. It’s a wonder he hasn’t already, truly. All his friends, all the cartel – gone. When he opens his eyes shakily, Jongdae lets out an exhale.

It’s Kyungsoo’s fault. Jongdae grits his teeth. If he wasn’t such a fucking pussy, if he’d just trusted Baekhyun or maybe asked what the hell was going on – Jongdae rubs at his temples. Goddammit. It started with the mole. Junmyeon knew about the spy for months, knew there was someone within their operations who shouldn’t be trusted. Baekhyun knew it too, being well-versed in everything Junmyeon thought. They were trying to flush out the weasel themselves, though everything went to hell when they discovered the other shit going on below their belts. There was a rogue worker in Minnie’s organization, for one. A shady guy who bought girls and whored them out for profit. Minseok had two very strict rules in his establishments. Number one: everyone who worked for him, worked voluntarily. Second: his employees were extremely well-compensated. Minseok had dealt with enough shit in his life to know that unhappy people talk. Say what you will about Minseok, he wasn’t evil – or stupid. He knew most of his girls were illegals. Knew most wouldn’t get jobs elsewhere, so he offered them less-than-reputable work – but paid them well and treated them decent. It was a good opportunity, until they were able to get on their feet. Then Minseok let them go, usually with a fake ID and social security number. People who love you, are more willing to spy. That was the whole model of Minseok’s operation, so when a certain male worker began to engage in human trafficking – well, Baekhyun went ballistic.

Not even Chanyeol was able to talk him down from the rage. Baekhyun was seething, he grabbed two Uzi submachine guns and left, tires of his Lamborghini Miura screeching when he pulled out of the parking garage. Chanyeol wasn’t sure Baekhyun even made it to the Everglades before he killed the guy. Junmyeon received a terse phone call later on with specific instructions on where to clean his shit up.

The girl Kyungsoo was in love with was one of the ones Baekhyun liberated in his operation. Sure, Jongdae knows there was some sort of negotiation which went down – some front Minseok put up which made Kyungsoo think he owned her or something. Minseok typically only did that with outsiders though, guys he was suspicious of and didn’t want to let in. Better to be feared, than perceived as weak.

It was Kyungsoo’s words which made them suspect something strange going on in the first place. Not that they let him know this, of course. Kyungsoo never found out about any of it, since he never bothered to ask. Jongdae’s lip curls, remembering the way Kyungsoo turned a blind eye when he found out about Taewon. He knew the asshole was undercover in their cartel. Maybe not at first, but eventually he found out – and once he did, what did he do? Nothing.

Jongdae knows this now through bits and pieces, snippets of conversations he overhead on Yixing’s radio. A small laugh crosses his lips, thinking about Kyungsoo being trapped in that prison with the rest of them.

Taewon also worked for the FBI. Taewon was the once-partner of some woman in Kyungsoo’s department until he was sent to the field, undercover. Jongdae actually recognized the name, after the fact. Taewon was low-level in the cartel, someone whose car Sehun worked on. Someone who Junmyeon occasionally called in to help clean up messes. Apparently though, he was much more than that.

It was their own fault, really. Members of the cartel got arrogant. They got cocky, they thought a little roach like Taewon couldn’t wreck their entire operation. All it took was Taewon catching on to Lay and Kai. The shadow twins, the ones making sure all the transactions went smoothly. If any boat came in, Lay saw. If any police were on the roads, Kai circumvented. When Taewon realized who they were, everything went to shit. He broke into Lay’s apartment, stole the coordinates for their next drops.

Jongdae remembers the phone call vividly. Baekhyun was in his apartment at the time, drinking a glass of McKenna, neat. Jongdae’s land line rang – when didn’t Lay know where they were? – and to Jongdae’s surprise, the call was for Baekhyun.

The boss took it out on the balcony, overlooking the blue horizon while his lips tightened with displeasure. The longer Lay spoke, the colder his gaze grew and when Baekhyun finally turned to look at him, Jongdae shivered. The boss threw his glass at the wall, shattering it into a million, tiny pieces before hanging up the phone. “Got to go,” he barked, motioning for Chanyeol to follow. “Some little prick thinks he can mess with us.”

That was the last time Jongdae saw Baekhyun. Taewon took those coordinates he stole and began to stalk Baekhyun’s movements. Jondgae assumes it was sometime during this, he saw Baekhyun’s woman. The dragon, as Jongdae liked to call her, since her father’s cartel was el Monstruo. The monster. Baekhyun was dating the monster’s daughter – a woman who had fire all on her own.

Once Taewon found this out, he went straight to the head of el Monstruo. Taewon gave the man two things that day: photographs of his daughter with Baekhyun, and the coordinates he stole from Lay. Then it was the simple matter of sitting back and letting it happen. El Monstruo arranged a fake shipment, one to set Baekhyun’s people up.

Baekhyun wasn’t at the drop, but others were. Baekhyun’s head waitress from Club Medallion was there. His main distributor for the Miami area was. After several hours in custody, they gave up. It wasn’t long before the feds were knocking down Baekhyun’s door and dragging members out on their asses.

Everyone but Jongdae.

Jongdae still wonders if it was a mistake, the call he got from Chanyeol. All he said to him was, “Run,” but Chanyeol said it with such panic, Jongdae took him seriously. He now wonders if Chanyeol knew. If he got some heads up, a warning to get the hell out – but was too damn stubborn to leave himself. It seems like a very Chanyeol thing to do, if Jongdae is being honest. Go down with the ship because, though Chanyeol loved himself, he loved Baekhyun more. They were blood brothers, sworn to protect one another.

Once again, Jongdae lowers his face to his hands. He feels like a coward. He feels like a traitor, but he knows Chanyeol called him for a reason and that out of all of them, he’s the one who can’t be caught. Jongdae is the one with the money, which means he must be free.

Baekhyun would happily slit Jongdae’s throat, if he appeared in prison. Thinking this, Jongdae swallows. He likes his throat. Would love to keep it whole and intact. This is why he’s sitting here now, on this bus. Getting the hell out of Dodge.

Metaphorically speaking, of course. Miami is much worse than Dodge City ever was.

The only thing is, once he reaches his destination – Jongdae isn’t sure he’ll be welcomed. It’s been years since he’s laid eyes you. Years, since the day Jongdae packed up and left. He didn’t want you involved in this, in his current lifestyle but now that it’s gone – you’re the only place he wants to be.

The Alabama air is hot, sultry and Jongdae is sweating within two minutes of getting off the bus. The scratchy vinyl of the seat sticks with him, its imprint an itch he can’t scratch while walking down main street. The last he heard, you lived over on Peach. This sounds so cliché, like a bad romantic comedy but then, you’ve always liked things like that. Quaint things, stability. It’s why Jongdae stayed away from you for so long.

The day is humid, though the sky is surprisingly clear. Nothing like Miami, choked with the smog of ships and cigars. Cuban, hand-rolled, nothing like the ones he’ll have to put up with here – Jongdae exhales thinking about it, long and slow. He pulls his glasses from his pocket, sliding them onto the bridge of his nose. In Miami, he usually went without. In Miami, Jongdae preferred not to see.

The walkway to your house is small, slightly off the beaten path. The door is bright blue, which makes Jongdae smile. A pop of color is so like you. The classic Colonial frame, a wrap-around porch with beige shutters – but then, an electric-blue door.

Chrysanthemums sit in buckets and Jongdae stares. First at these, then at the frame. He stands there like that, clenching and unclenching his fists. One second passes, then two. All the way up to sixty, before Jongdae starts over. Finally he exhales, lifting a hand.

Footsteps, the soft rise and fall of feet which sound like socks on wooden floors and when you fling open the door, Jongdae forgets what he had to say. The smile on your face fades.

Jongdae’s heartbeat drowns out everything else. “I – hi,” he breathes, well-aware this isn’t enough.

You don’t speak, only stare.

Jongdae rubs the back of his neck, wondering if he’s going to throw up. “Do you have anything you want to say to me?” he asks, somewhat awkwardly.

“Oh, fuck no,” you groan, then slam the door.

Jongdae drops his hands to his sides. “Ah, Y/N!” he yells, knocking on the door. “Y/N! Come on, don’t be like that! Please – just hear me out. Give me five minutes!”

You don’t respond, though Jongdae doesn’t hear you walk away.

“Please,” he groans, lowering his head to the door. “I know I was an ass. I know I am an ass! I’m sorry I left. Just please – please let me in,” he pleads. “Please, Y/N – you’ve always been the better person here!”

“Well, sure,” you call from the other side. “That’s not hard to do.”

Unwillingly, Jongdae smiles. “I know! Look,” he steps back, raising both hands overhead. Slowly, he sinks one knee towards the ground. “I’m here on bended knee, begging you to let me in.” When you don’t answer, Jongdae exhales. He looks down at the porch and adds softly, “Y/N. I have nowhere else to go.”

There’s a long pause. A moment where Jongdae thinks he’s really fucked up. Thinks he was wrong, that you won’t be able to forgive him but then – the door cracks open.

Jongdae slowly looks. “Was it the ‘please’ that did it?”

You stand framed in your doorway, arms crossed. “Don’t make me shut the door again,” you warn, tilting your head. “Actually, it’s still tempting. I wouldn’t push me, if I were you.”

When he moves to stand, you hold up a hand. “What?” Jongdae asks, wobbling slightly. “You want me to just kneel here?”

The corner of your mouth twitches. “Maybe I do.”

Jongdae rolls his eyes, stands anyways. “Can’t we at least pretend I have some pride?”

“No,” you say simply. Then you leave. “Door’s open,” you call, waving a hand over your shoulder.

Jongdae hovers, then follows. He steps into your foyer, dragging his suitcase behind him. The door is shut hastily, he doesn’t even notice the newspaper fluttering to the ground behind him. Jongdae pushes glasses up his nose. “So,” he clears his throat. “How long have you been here?’

“Don’t make small talk with me, dickwad,” you call back.

Jongdae winces, lowering his suitcase to the ground. He walks down the hallway and when he sees you standing in the kitchen, he freezes. It reminds him too much of an earlier time. A different morning, when you were still in college. You used to wake up early to make him toast, eggs – just that, since you couldn’t cook anything else. Jongdae would laugh when he saw the crisped toast or burnt butter – only you could burn butter – and then he’d wrap his arms around your waist.

Jongdae squeezes his eyes shut. When he opens them, he sees you looking his way.

Setting your spatula down, you wipe your palms on your jeans. “Why did you leave?” you ask quietly.

Jongdae is silent for a long moment. “Which time?”

Your gaze darkens, knowing he’s left more than once. “My apartment. Why did you leave my apartment and go to New York?”

Jongdae doesn’t have an answer.

The two of you dated on and off throughout college. There was always this cloud, though. Always this knowledge that the two of you wanted very different futures. Jongdae wanted more than what you had. He grew up in a shit household with an absentee father, drug addict mother. It’s why he never touched an ounce of the cocaine himself, working for Baekhyun. When Jongdae was little he didn’t receive care, love or attention – which saddled him well into his adult years with this awful urge to prove himself.

It’s what drove him to college. It’s what took him to Wall Street. It’s what ultimately, brought Jongdae to Miami. You never wanted that, you just wanted him. Which is why Jongdae left. He was trying to save you from himself, trying to protect you from a gaping hole you couldn’t possibly fill. Jongdae thought money might, thought prestige could.

What he learned though, was that this hole wasn’t something that could be fixed on the outside. Not by you. Not by money either, nor fancy cars or boats or apartment suites. It was something only Jongdae himself could do – and it’s something he’s been trying to work on, lately.

“I don’t know how to explain,” he says and even to his own ears, he sounds defeated. “I was bad for you.”

Slamming your frozen peas onto the counter, you turn to face him. “Bad for me?” you laugh, shaking your head. “What gives you the right to decide that?”

Jongdae’s mouth opens, then he closes it. “I wanted something different than what you did.”

“Oh, yeah?” your eyes narrow, opening the refrigerator. “How’s that worked? Are you happy,” you snort, “because you can buy a fancy suit and shiny suitcase?”

“No.” Jongdae says simply, without any fanfare. “I’m not happy.”

At this, something in your gaze softens and slowly, you shut the fridge. “What are you running from, Jongdae?”

He doesn’t say anything, just swallows.

“Why,” you ask him, expression curious. “Are you here now? Why is your newspaper,” you nod towards the front hall, where the black and white sticks out of his bag, “folded over and over, as though you want to break the contents?”

Jongdae exhales. “God,” he looks away, cracking a smile. “You always were smarter than I was.”

“Again, not hard,” you mutter, before brushing past. You stalk down the hall, feet loud on your wooden floorboards. When you reach his suitcase, you yank the paper free.

Jongdae groans as he follows. “Y/N, wait,” he declares, heart loud. “I can explain.”

You’re frozen though, eyes locked on the headline while slowly, your gaze moves from side to side. “Holy fuck,” you mutter.

Jongdae doesn’t know what to say then, twisting his hands before him. “This is – it’s not what it looks like,” he pleads.

Your eyes lift from the paper to his face. “No,” you whisper, lips pale. “No, no, no, no – Jongdae you are not involved in this.” Shaking the paper, your expression turns furious. “Do not tell me you’re involved in this!”

“Alright,” Jongdae shrugs, grabbing the paper away. “I won’t tell you.”

Letting out a noise of frustration, you punch him in the shoulder. “Fuck you, Jongdae,” you fire. “This isn’t funny.”

“Ow,” Jongdae winces, rubbing the spot. “You’re right – this isn’t funny and it’s why I’m here,” he explains, turning serious. “Listen. I asked for five minutes, right?”

Silently, you nod.

“Alright,” Jongdae continues to look at you. “Give me five minutes. I will explain to you and if you still want to throw me out – you can. Okay?”

After another long moment, you walk past. Sinking onto your couch and looking up at him. “What are you waiting for?” you declare, tapping your watch. “Four minutes, fifty seconds.”

Jongdae moves. Hastily lowering himself onto a chair and nearly falling in the process. “I don’t even know where to start. Ah, shit – don’t get up! Okay,” he grips the armrests tighter. “Baekhyun offered me a job. Finance,” he grins but upon noticing your frown, his smile disappears. “Sorry. I ran the financial operations for his cartel. Look,” Jongdae rubs his forehead. “I’m not saying it was morally sound. I was pulled in by the money, the power, the perks.”

“The women?” you demand, jabbing a finger at his paper. “One of the people arrested was called the pimp.”

“Oh, no,” Jongdae scoots hastily to the edge of the chair – then back, noticing your expression. “I mean, yeah. Minseok’s girls were prostitutes but they worked voluntarily, it – ah,” he shakes his head. “I don’t know what to say, that has nothing to do with this. Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you, though I’m not sorry I left.”

“No?” You stare at him, expression unchanging. “Maybe you should hear then, what happened when you left.”

“Does this count as part of my five minutes?”

“Choke on a dick, Jongdae. When you disappeared,” you continue, as though he hasn’t spoken. “I cried. For days, weeks – I lost track, somewhere along the way. I knew the breakup was coming because you’re right, we wanted completely different things. I grew up moving from house to house, I never really had a home. You grew up in a home, but had no power – that was all you wanted.”

Jongdae looks up, when you hit the nail on the head.

You exhale. “I wasn’t surprised that you left. I was surprised you didn’t even say goodbye,” you admit, cheeks flushed with anger. “You didn’t have the courage, the decency to tell me.”

Jongdae stares back, completely helpless. “I couldn’t.”

“Bullshit,” you scoff, turning away,

“I couldn’t,” Jongdae repeats, well aware he’s getting louder. He stands, pushing a hand angrily through his hair. “Do you know,” he insists, “how long I stood there? How long I watched, stared down at you and tried to convince myself to leave? I had to physically tear myself away, Y/N. Leaving you was the fucking hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

You narrow your eyes. “No,” you whisper. “I didn’t know any of that – because you never told me, Jongdae. You just left,” you exhale, standing abruptly. “You bailed, didn’t even leave a note. Tell me,” you insist, looking at him. “Did you even love me, Kim Jongdae?”

“Yes,” Jongdae whispers. His eyes are dark with things unsaid. “Too much.”

“Then why,“ you start to ask, but he interrupts.

“It was too damn hard,” Jongdae blurts. He pushes himself up, standing inches away from you. “It was too hard to look, too hard to wake you up and explain to your face. I had to go then, while you could still bear to look at me. I had to get out before this hole in me,” he chokes, pressing his hand to his heart, “became a hole in us.”

You’re still staring at him, chest gently rising and falling.

“And you know what,” Jongdae laughs, somewhat manic. “You know what I discovered? After years of trying to make myself happy, I realized the only time I was actually happy was being with you! How’s that for irony,” Jongdae chokes, turning around to face the wall. “I ran away trying to save you – only to realize you were the one saving me.”

There’s complete silence, a sign which Jongdae takes to continue.

“I’m not going to apologize for the Cartel,” he whispers. “Truthfully, I don’t regret that at all. It was the first time in my life I felt important. Baekhyun trusted me, believed in me – he protected me, when the rest of them got caught. What I’m sorry about is what happened before,” Jongdae admits, lowering his head.

He hears you shift behind him, take a half-step closer. “Why did you come here?”

You sound tired and Jongdae looks up, still not turning around. “Because I missed you. Because,” he falters, realizing the truth. “When I had nowhere to be – you were the one place I wanted to go.”

Jongdae listens to the sound of footsteps, the soft noise of you leaving the room.

“You can stay,” you say simply, and then you’re gone.

The next few weeks pass by slowly. You barely look at Jongdae, barely speak to him if you can help it. Each morning you go to your bookshop. Each evening you return. Always late, always after sunset, having already eaten both lunch and dinner. You eschew the work of your intern in favor of doing inventory yourself, something you haven’t done for years but it’s more appealing than being with Jongdae.

Not because he’s unpleasant, exactly the opposite. The more time you spend with him, the more you remember. It’s true, things are not the same. Jongdae is different and so are you but what’s strange, what’s scary, is that he’s better than before.

Before, he’d have these moments. There were days, weeks at a time where Jongdae would withdraw. He’d stop speaking, grow taciturn and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. All you could do was leave him alone, watch him stand at the ledge and hope he’d step back.

Nothing like that happens now. You keep watching him. Keep waiting for the same, old insecurities to manifest but Jongdae is oddly solid. It’s strange, and you find you don’t understand the cause. Perhaps it’s just that he’s older. Perhaps it’s just that whatever he’s been through, it’s been enough for him to know what he wants.

It’s why it’s better for you to stay away. You can’t help but notice the way Jongdae’s eyes follow you, entering the room. Can’t help but notice the way he doesn’t touch, would never touch, but he looks. The way he catches himself looking and then blushes. Turning quickly so you can’t see – but not before you find yourself wanting to run to him. Wanting to turn to him. Wanting to look at him and face him and talk to him.

He says words which catch you off guard.

You’re walking out the door one day, swinging your purse up and over your shoulder when Jongdae looks up. “What happened to the green purse?” he asks, sounding curious.

“The what?” you ask, stopping at the door.

“You know,” Jongdae lowers his newspaper. It’s not the same one he came with – no, Jongdae hadn’t spoken about the cartel at all since his arrival. “The forest green purse. You wore it a lot with that suede jacket.”

You pause. “You remember that jacket?”

“Remember?” Jongdae ducks his head, sheepish. A strand of hair falls over his glasses. “That’s what I see when I close my eyes,” he admits hesitantly. “You in that jacket, the fall. Laughing at something stupid I’ve said – probably a pun, or worse.”

Looking over, your breath catches. “When… you close your eyes?” you repeat, unsure what else to say.

You think about Jongdae that way, too. You thought about him often, too much, these past years. You hate admitting this – even to yourself. When you close your eyes, you see him. You see Jongdae in that white turtleneck sweater he loved, those black framed glasses while he laughs. He had this brown leather jacket, and sometimes he’s wearing that, too. You can’t ignore this. Can’t ignore the fact that when you close your eyes, when you can choose whatever you want to think about – you think about Jongdae.

“When I close my eyes,” Jongdae explains, his voice hoarse. “I see you.”

You turn to leave, screen door slamming shut behind you.

One week after that, you look up from your breakfast table to find Jongdae readying himself to go.

“What do you do all day?” you ask, curious.

Jongdae hesitates, one hand on the door. “To the library,” he says. “There’s a phone and I call people, make sure the funds are in order. I move them around often enough they aren’t traceable. I’m still the money guy,” he admits quietly, offering you a smile.

For some reason, you return the gesture. “I guess you are.”

Jongdae hesitates. Then he nods, and leaves.

Another week passes.

You’re making dinner, chopping tomatoes for a pasta sauce. That new Donna Summers song comes on the radio and you start to sing along – well, not really sing so much as hum beneath your breath and occasionally let out a word or two.

The song is nearly over when you realize he’s there. Jongdae’s soft tenor weaves in and out of the radio, and you fall silent. Your fingers close around the top of your spoon, breath slowly coming to a halt. Or maybe you’re still breathing, but time has stopped. Slowed for Jongdae, for the sound of his voice and the feel of his presence.

You don’t turn around. Can’t, since you’re inadvertently thinking about what Jongdae said that first day. He couldn’t say goodbye because waking you, speaking to you would have been impossible. Any gesture would have been enough to make him stay.

If you turn around and look at him now, you’ll let him to stay.

Instead, you just stand there. Facing the window and pretending you can’t hear. Pretending you don’t feel his fingertips, when they wrap around your wrist. When they set your knife gently down on the counter. You can’t hear, can’t hear the shaky inhale of breath he makes. Can’t feel his hands, when he turns you around to face his body.

His arms cage you against the counter, while you close your eyes. “Jongdae,” you breathe, shaking your head.

“Open your eyes,” he asks softly.

You do.

Jongdae kisses you, parting your lips with his. His tongue slides between your teeth, hips pressing forward and when he pulls away, you breathe him in. His hands slide up your body and cup your face, pulling you closer. The touch of his fingertips are light and eager, needy and controlled and when he pulls back from your body – he finds you breathless.

You stand there like that, just listening to him. Hearing the breath he takes, the sound of his heart. When you look up, you find him looking down. “Dae,” you manage, voice cracking.

He just shakes his head, nose brushing yours. “I’m going to bed,” he takes a deep breath. “I don’t want to take advantage of you and I know this is a shock, me being here. I know that I messed up when I left – even if it was the right thing to do.”

You say nothing, because this is true. He hurt you badly, hurt you for a long time. You’re stronger now, but it’s hard to forgive. Harder, to forget.

Jongdae sighs, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. “Just tell me,” he asks quietly. “Tell me if there’s a chance because if there’s not – I’ll leave tomorrow. I don’t know where I’d go, but I’ll do it. I don’t want to hurt you any further.”

“I,” you pause, licking your lips. When your gaze lifts, the room seems to fade out of view. “Don’t go.”

Jongdae’s gaze softens. “Then I won’t.” He drops both hands from your face. “I’m going to sleep. When you forgive me, tell me. When you forgive me, I’m here – I never left, really,” he confesses, turning softly back around.

Jongdae walks away, doesn’t look back.

He wants to know when you’ll forgive him. The problem, you realize, is that you already have.

Three more weeks, and Jongdae doesn’t try to kiss you again.

He leaves every morning, goes into town and uses the phone. He comes back every night, never asks for food and you assume he’s eating somewhere during the day. At the end of that third week though, you make dinner for him too. Nothing difficult, since you’ve never been that much of a cook. Just enough for him not to starve.

“Thank you,” Jongdae says, when he first notices the plate.

You nod, don’t respond any further and Jongdae retires early to sleep.

Things continue like this until the first weekend of November. It’s unseasonably warm, enough for you not to wear jacket to work. Not many people come into the show that day so you end up closing early, telling your workers to go and get some rest. As you step onto the main street of town, you flip your shop sign from open to closed.

Farther along, Jongdae steps out of the library. You don’t know why, but you hang back. You should call out, should tell him you’re going the same way but somehow, the words stick in your throat. You can’t think of what to say to him, because you want to tell him everything.

Halfway home, the clouds open up. You weren’t looking at the sky, weren’t even paying attention to the weather so as soon as the thunder cracks amidst the rain, you swear. Jongdae hears this and turns, surprised to see you following. When you flush, beginning to run – he follows.

“Hey!” Jongdae calls out, shoes splashing through mud. “Y/N! Wait up!”

You run faster, laughing when the wind whips your face. You feel carefree, reckless and you turn around when you near the house – running backwards to face him. Jongdae’s footsteps are close, gaining on you with each step and when you reach the porch, he crashes into you. Arms wrapping quickly around your waist, pulling you close.

“Hey,” Jongdae whispers, before he opens your mouth with his.

The wood of the porch is coarse, panes of his body wet while you pull him to you. “I forgive you,” you whisper, sliding hands beneath the fabric of his shirt.

Jongdae groans in happiness. “I love you,” he whispers, kissing roughly down your neck.

You nod, head hitting the wood. “I want you,” you admit, hands fumbling with his belt.

“I never stopped wanting you,” Jongdae insists, loosening this to drop onto the ground. His glasses are next, you take these gently and set on the windowsill. Rain drums on the roof overhead, but when Jongdae moves to leave the porch, you shake your head.

“Here,” you murmur, pushing his jeans down. “I want you here.”

Jongdae’s pupils dilate and he nods, hands sliding gently up your thighs. He lifts your skirt above your waist. “My back pocket,” he mumbles, thumbs tracing over damp panties. “There’s a condom.”

You find it quickly, pull it out and rip open the package. Shoving both Jongdae’s pants and boxers to the ground and moaning when you see how hard he is. Jongdae inhales, pressing his lips to your jaw, neck while your hands roll the condom on.

“I’ve thought about this for a long time,” he murmurs, hand sliding between your legs. His finger slips inside, forcing a noise from the back of your throat. “Please Y/N, I just need to fuck you.”

You nod, chest rising and falling when Jongdae wraps both hands around your legs. Picking you up, bracing you against the wall and thrusting inside. His movement is slow, purposeful and you gasp as he fills you. “Faster, Dae,” you whimper, and he nods.

Jongdae pulls back out, sliding in while his hand braces against the wall. One hand wrapping your leg tighter, his hips thrusting forwards. You let out a soft moan, hitting the porch when he kisses your neck.

“God,” Jongdae mumbles, stilling inside you. “You’re so fucking tight. I forgot how tight you were.”

“Maybe it’s just how big you are,” you murmur, catching his ear between your teeth. “You’re so fucking hard, Dae. So big, you fill me right up.”

“Yeah?” he groans, tilting his hips. When he moves again, it’s the perfect angle. Jongdae fucks you harder, hips hitting the wall behind you with each thrust. “I promise later,” he pants, sliding into you with precise, even strokes. “I’ll eat you out and make you come hard – but right now, I just need to be inside you.”

“No,” you gasp, already losing yourself. “I’ll come, just keep doing that.”

Jongdae nods, kissing you again. His tongue tangles with yours as his hands open you further, pulling you higher. He fucks hard, fast while his body slides over your clit.

You’re saying words to him, mostly swears. This mixes with his dirty talk – Jongdae has always been vocal. He talks about your tight, little cunt, how pretty you look full of his cock and you start to lose it. He calls you baby, calls you bitch and then tells you that you fucking own him. That he can and will do anything to be inside you, to be yours. He moves harder, faster and when his hips start to bruise, you feel your walls tighten around him. It’s suddenly too much and you scream out his name, biting down on his shoulder when your orgasm shatters through you.

Afterwards you murmur your affirmation, burying your face in Jongdae’s shoulder and shuddering around him. His legs buckle when he lets go, arms just barely keeping you up. His chest rises and falls. Wet hair falling in your eyes, as he presses his lips to yours over and over again.

“You forgive me?” Jongdae repeats, hardly daring to believe.

You nod, as he slides out of your body. Jongdae ties the condom in a knot, pulls his pants up around his waist.

“I love you,” you whisper, and Jongdae freezes.

He looks at you then, his gaze bright. “You’re home, for me.”

You don’t respond, just grab his hand and walk inside.

It’s over one year later, there’s a knock at your door.

Jongdae is awake. He makes the two of you breakfast, smiling when you wrap your arms around him. Soon after he became a permanent fixture, he insisted on doing all the cooking. You giggle when he sets your omelet down before you, noticing he’s picked out all the mushrooms.

“It’s not funny,” Jongdae grumbles, collapsing into the seat across from you. “I forgot you hate them.”

Grinning, you’re about to respond when – the knock.

Jongdae suddenly stills. “Were you expecting company?” he asks.

You shake your head no.

His gaze darkens. “Wait here,” Jongdae cautions, before standing.

Buttoning the front of his shirt, Jongdae walks away. He stops at the table, grabs his fully loaded M1911 pistol and sticks this in his belt. You ignore his warning, standing to follow him anyways. When he reaches the entryway and sees you beside him, Jongdae rolls his eyes and opens the door.

Jongdae stiffens. He freezes and though he doesn’t look scared, you can see he’s surprised. You look beyond.

Three women stand in a row on your porch. Women you don’t recognize, though you see immediately why Jongdae is wary. None seem like the kind of person you’d want to meet in a dark alley.

Jongdae leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “The dragon herself,” he smiles, thought the gesture doesn’t meet his eyes. “Come to my humble abode. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Your eyes widen.

Over the past year, Jongdae has told you pretty much everything about his former life. ‘The dragon,’ is his pet name for the woman Baekhyun was in love with. Her father was the one who arranged the fake drop which got Baekhyun and his entire cartel arrested. Every time you questioned whether this woman was involved, Jongdae just shook his head.

“I don’t think so,” he’d sigh. “For all their faults – which were many – I think they were truly in love.”

The woman tilts her head now. “Dragon?” she laughs, the sound of it sweet. “I like it. Applicable, too – since I’m now the head of el Monstruo cartel.”

Jongdae sucks in his breath. “What about your father?”

She waves a hand, though her gaze is cold. “He betrayed me, I betrayed him. All’s fair in love and war,” she allows, smiling gently.

As you swallow, Jongdae moves in front of you. “What about them?” he asks, nodding at the other two women. “Who are they?”

The woman on the left smiles. “Ah, don’t you recognize me, Dae? I suppose that’s how Lay wanted it. I’m the behind the scenes,” she winks, walking through your front door. “The one who gets the equipment to save your ass.”

Jongdae frowns, following her with his eyes. “And that woman?” he asks, jerking his thumb sideways. “Was someone from the cartel fucking her, too?”

The woman doesn’t smile, gaze flicking up Jongdae’s body. “I don’t let men fuck me, I fuck them,” she arches a brow. “Also – you can call me Detective. I’m the reason you still have balls, Kim Jongdae. Don’t you like having balls? Who do you think tipped Chanyeol off in the first place?”

“Detective?’ Jongdae’s brow furrows. “Why would you tip Chanyeol off, if you’re with the FBI?”

“Reasons,” she folds her arms. “I liked Chanyeol. My former partner kidnapped me the morning after, thinking he was saving me. All of which I’m still kind of pissed about. Who’s the girl?” she asks, gaze sliding to your own.

You bristle at this. “I’m the girl,” you roll your eyes, “who’s been keeping your money safe this past year.”

The dragon smiles. “Excellent,” she announces, walking inside. “Let’s not waste any more time – Jongdae, we need to talk numbers.”

“Numbers?” Jongdae repeats, allowing her past. “What do you mean?”

The dragon doesn’t respond, gliding into the room. Her gaze traces every surface and you get the feeling she’s cataloging. “Nocti,” the dragon allows, sounding almost bored. “Search for bugs, will you?”

“On it,” Nocti sniffs, wrinkling her nose at your ancient television set. Disappearing into the next room, the detective follows her.

Once they’re gone, the dragon looks at you and Jongdae. “We’re going to break my husband out of jail,” she nods, oddly serene about the whole thing.

When Jongdae gapes, you recognize her words’ significance. Husband. Gaze lowering, you spot the ring on her left hand. Jongdae notices this at the same time you do and his eyes widen, while the woman exhales.

“The wedding was held in secret,” she explains quietly. ‘A month before – well, before.”

Jongdae shakes his head, slightly dazed. “You want to break Baekhyun out of jail? That’s impossible.”

“Not impossible,” the detective re-enters the room.

“Improbable,” Nocti nods, right behind her.

“That’s right,” the dragon allows, looking from Jongdae to you. “We have a plan. I assume you’ve kept the money safe?”

Jongdae nods. “It’s all there.”

“Excellent,” she claps her hands, smile bright. “Let’s get started.”

9:42 AM, Friday, December 15th

A black, Pontiac Grand Prix rolls to a stop at the junction of some random, dusty lane and Everglades Highway. Beside a sign which reads, ‘careful – gators,’ stands Kim Jongdae. He’s wearing a pristine navy suit, hair styled carefully away from his face with your arm looped through his.

The car comes to a stop, dust rolling from the wheels to settle on the ground. There’s a long moment while the driver scans the horizon and then – the back door opens.

“Thank the fucking lord,” Baekhyun groans stepping outside. He’s dressed immaculately, his suit more expensive-looking than Jongdae’s. “Fuck,” Baekhyun stretches both arms overhead. “Do you know how awful it was, being locked in that car with Chanyeol and the detective for over an hour? She practically de-pantsed him the second he got in.”

Jongdae stifles his grin, saying nothing when Baekhyun walks forward. You should feel nervous about this, should feel sacred to meet this notorious man – instead, all you feel is a vague sense of curiosity. The past month has taught you a newfound perspective on black and white. These people might be powerful, might be ruthless but they would do anything – anything, for the people they love.

This includes you, since you’re one of them now.

Baekhyun exhales. “So,” he whips off glasses, squinting up at the sun. “Who the hell do I have to fuck around here to get a mojito?”

When the second car door opens and a woman steps out, Baekhyun’s lips lift in a smile.

“Welcome home, baby.”

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wannawrite · 7 years ago

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req: bts and exo being protective of a new, younger trainee

fem! mc :-)

"I'm Kim Jiyeon, age 13, please take care of me~" she says with a bright, serene smile, singsonging ever so slightly at the end of her sentence. Rounds of applause herald her as she makes her way up the iridescent, pearl white staircase. The stairs is outlined with a long strand of eye catching, silver, metallic strip. Cold air from the AC rolls against Jiyeon's skin, signaling little, involuntary shudders as she tiptoes to her seat awkwardly-it was a habit of hers, tiptoeing whenever she got nervous or felt foreign in an unfamiliar place. Sehun notices the way her hands shift up like a waddling penguin's flippers and beams, finding it cute.

"Eh? Jongin-hyung, don't you think she's a bit...young?" he comments, nudging Kai a few times with his elbow. Jongin can't help but be slightly shocked too, as his mouth's hanging open. He nods, though keeping it lowkey before turning back to face the other trainees. The other members seem shocked too-Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Kyungsoo sport a knowing grin on their faces, yet obviously a little surprised. Minseok, Junmyeon and Jongdae don't look happy about this surprising arrangement. Their eyes are narrowed, Junmyeon and Jongdae's cheeks puffing up with Minseok's voice constantly protesting: "She's way too young! Why did she come to such a cruel survival show like this?"

Many of the other trainees feel the same. They all either smile, laugh or flinch as they welcome their maknae into the area. (The age limit for this show is supposedly 13) This show had been mainly based on recruiting trainees for two companies from the big 3, but due to BTS' popularity that had grown faster than a cheetah, BigHit had quickly leapt at the opportunity to reap fresh talents, bursting with potential.

"Oh!" Seokjin's eyes widen, his dulcet, pink lips falling into an 'O', "13! Yoongi, she's thirteen !"

"Yeah, yeah yeah. Don't overuse that line." Yoongi groans nonchalantly, obviously annoyed with Seokjin's sudden outburst. However, he too is shook inwardly-Yoongi had plotted to give strict, unforgiving judgement before the show had even started. Now, he was watching this girl, only thirteen, and she hadn't lacked much except for that little screech in her voice at the end.

"Eh, she's really talented though." Namjoon drags his 'eh' as 5 of them start throwing in comments, Hoseok and Jimin following Minseok's example of "She's too young!" Only Jungkook and V seem unfazed by the result after a few minutes of the news sinking in. "Niiiiice." they smirk, two small, deep dimples slowly forming on the sides of their lips'.

"Now; since all the trainees have come and performed, the interviews with the judges shall commence."

Jiyeon shudders.

She hopes she'll do alright.

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"Ah, Kim Jiyeon-ssi!" Kyungsoo grins as Jiyeon steps into the room, fingers intertwined with a rosy face. Her eyes dart around the area, taking in her surroundings-apart from the white interior of the small room, there is a big grey, plushy sofa which EXO is comfortably sat on, and a smaller one reserved for the trainees. She bows before greeting her sunbaenims and plopping onto the sofa matter-of-factly. The band laughs at how at home she is already and Jiyeon laughs back shakily with a hint of nervousness.

"So, Jiyeon-ssi, how long have you been dancing, since that's your main?" Junmyeon, being the leader, gets the ball rolling. His eyes are soft and fatherly-it warms the younger girl up. Jiyeon presses the tip of her fingers to her chin whilst trying not to freak out, recalling a few memories before answering,"I was 9 when I first taught myself dancing. I hope to debut this year, considering the fact that I've had 4 years of experience." Once again, all of them grin at her confidence, shown clearly by Jiyeon's well articulated words and the fact that she had 4 years of experience, so they wouldn't have to show her the ropes after all. Despite her seeming like a nervous wreck, she's not all bad. Jiyeon takes a few breaths before anticipating the next question, supposedly fired by BTS.

"Hmm, Jiyeon-ssi, I see you're very well grounded. Why don't you show us a bit of freestyle, no?" a voice, rather high pitched compared to Junmyeon's asks. Jiyeon's eyes lock with Park Jimin, the warm, reserved but friendly sunshine no. 1 of BTS. His gaze is kind and warm. An urge in her screams inwardly-it was her bias, judging her abilities and talking to her!!!!! "W-Well, sure." she tries for a smile before she goes into a flurry of aerials and flips. Everyone's eyes widen in shock as Jiyeon does a little tutting with her fingers, picking herself up from the floor with her feet while twisting them back and forth. When she finishes with a flourish, they all clap.

"Kim Jiyeon, fighting!" Jimin winks at her. Between heavy breaths, she throws a sheepish smile at the boy before getting up, her thoughts filled with the two bands she idolised as she walks briskly towards the exit.

And unknowingly, amidst all the excitement, she trips.

"Ah! Are you okay?" Sehun and Hoseok are the first people to scramble to her aid. Both offer their hands for her to grab, and with the help of the two kind boys, Jiyeon gets back up. "Don't fall for us too hard that you hurt yourself, Jiyeon-ya." Seokjin teases, pulling the trainee into a small hug.

"I-I won-I mean, who said I was falling for you?" Jiyeon giggles. After saying goodbye, she skips off with a spring in her step. They had been extremely friendly, and no matter how the results went, no matter which company she went to, she was sure of one thing-she'd continue to work hard with the inspiration of her sunbaenims.

Like the light watching over her in the dark.

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imma-supa-fangirl · 8 years ago

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EXO Reaction To You Never Having Your First Kiss And Is Too Shy To Kiss

I do not own any of the gifs or images used on my blog unless stated otherwise.

Warnings?: Uhmm... I can’t think of anything really. Requests?: Yup, by a precious anon... a long time ago.

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Xiumin // Kim Min-seok:

*When you told him everything about you never having a kiss before and being too shy to even kiss him, he laughs at you and gives you a face like he didn’t hear you right. He asked if it was true, and you nodded covering your face from embarrassment. Instantly, he feels bad and assures you that it’s okay and how it’s nothing to be embarrassed about by placing a thumb kiss on your cheek. He even offers to help you learn how to kiss.*

MINSEOK: *Chuckling* “What?... really?” YOU: *Pouting* “Y-yes” *Cheeks turning red* “Ahhhhh... this is so embarrassing!” MINSEOK: “Aww, no jagi!” *Kisses his thumb and places it on your cheek* “It’s okay. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about! I’ll teach you if you want, I’ll take it slow. I promise jagi.” *Sweetie Boyfriend*

Luhan // Lu Han:

*At first, he looks at you, like he didn’t hear what you said correctly. You explained to him, why you didn’t want to kiss him, and it was all because you were too shy. Turning into an embarrassed ball, you tried as hard as you can to push the big news away and tried to make him continue the walk. But he stood still, not moving anywhere until you have your first kiss on the spot and with him. You tried once again, but he stayed as the stubborn little deer he is.*

YOU: “Lu, why aren’t you moving? Can’t we go now?” *Tugging his arm but he’s still not moving* LUHAN: “Ahem, no jagi. We’re staying right here, until you let me be your first kiss” YOU: “Luhan! Can’t we do this when I’m not an embarrassed wreck in front of everyone!?” LUHAN: “Did you not hear me? We’re not going ANYWHERE until you get your first kiss with your baobei.”

Kris // Wu Yifan:

*He looks at you like you’re joking around because what just came out of your mouth just surprised him. When you told him from you never having a proper kiss or boyfriend to you being extremely shy to even kiss him really caught his attention. You sat there blushing as he laughs at the truth, but not over you never having a real kiss or boyfriend, it’s over how you’re too shy to kiss him. Soon he stops and scowls at you for being afraid to him, a boy who’s crazily in love with you and just can’t get over the fact you’re too shy to kiss him.

YIFAN: “Wait. What? You’re joking! Right?” YOU: “N-no...” YIFAN: *Laughs* “Are you kidding me (Y/N)?” YOU: “...” YIFAN: “I love you so much, why in the world would you be afraid?!”

Suho // Kim Jun-myeon:

*He would be begging and asking you, constantly as to why he couldn’t get a smooch from his own girlfriend. When you two started dating, you never told him that you never had your kiss before and now he wants a kiss from you, without realizing you were screaming inside. He started to do aegyo, and continued asking why he couldn’t get a kiss in a very a cute manner. You stared and you found it so cute! You soon spilled, and he dropped the cuteness for a second. He then connected things together before doing the aegyo again for you to allow him to kiss you. * JUNMYEON: *Starts doing aegyo* “Ahhh jagiya, look how cute oppa is! Please tell me why you won’t give me a kiss!? Please!” YOU: *Dying from cuteness* “Aisshhh, fine.” *You Explain Everything* JUNMYEON: *Stops doing aegyo* “Oh...” YOU: “Yeah...” JUNMYEON: *Starts doing aegyo again* “Well, we could change that if you let me give you a kiss! Please! Jagi! Jagi!”

Lay // Zhang Yixing:

*When the secret was out to him, he wasn’t really fazed about your little secret. He understood your reasoning and respected it. You wanted your first kiss to be special and with the right guy. He told you, if you want a real kiss from him, tell him that you’re ready. But as for now, it’s going to be only small kisses from him, which you appreciated very much.* YIXING: “Ah, I understand.” YOU: “You do?” YIXING: “Yes, of course! I respect it baobei!” YOU: “Aish, thank you, baby. Thank you.” YIXING: “It’s not a problem (Y/N). But for now on, until you’re ready, it’s going to be only small kisses from me!” *Kiss behind your ear*

Baekhyun // Byun Baek-hyun:

*After explaining to him how you never had your kiss before and all of that, he slowly encourages you to let him be your first kiss. First, he gives you a list of reasons as to why he should be your first kiss, that included “I’m Byun Baekhyun from EXO, famous Kpop group.” He then showers you in sweetness and the cutest aegyo. Soon, you gave in and gave that boy a sweet little kiss. Him being the dramatic person he is, he jumps in surprise, saying it was spicy even though it was the softest kiss ever.*

“Oh jagi! That was so spicy! Who knew you had it in you!? Woohoo!”

Chen // Kim Jong-dae:

*He would be listening to you telling your story with a small smile on his face. As you inched closer to the real reason as to why you won’t kiss him, he still wore that smile, still oblivious to as why you wouldn't kiss him. Until you straight up told him you never had a kiss before and that's when his face changed. His smile turned into this very shocked and confused face. He was so surprised, that all he did was blurt out questions as to how in the world didn't his beautiful girl never had a kiss before.*

“What? How?! How does that happen?! YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL! I don't get it!”

Chanyeol // Park Chanyeol:

*The topic was brought up from him when the two of you were bored one day. For him, it was easy for him to tell about his experience. Then it was your turn. You were nervous when it came to your answer mostly because you never had one! He notices your struggle and asks what’s wrong and that’s when you told him. He understood instantly, but that didn’t stop him from teasing you, and hinting at that fact he wants to be your first official kiss.*

CHANYEOL: “Oh! I understand. Don’t worry jagi!” YOU: “Aish, thank you Chanyeol baby. Thank you!” CHANYEOL: “But you know jagi... I’m right here. Snuggly, squishy and cunie. I kinda am perfect for your first kiss jagiya.”

D.O // Do Kyung-soo:

*He would try to hold in his smile and his small giggles when you first tell him that you never had your first kiss. You have spent the past couple of minutes telling him small snipets of your past calmly and relaxed, but he sadly couldn't pay attention to your stories. Instead, he was only thinking about how he would eventually be your first kiss.*

“huhuhu... uhm... wow... I can see a kiss in the nearby future (Y/N).”

Tao // Huang Zitao:

*He would find you so cute and pure at your blushy face when you tell him that you haven't been kissed before. After years of knowing each other, he would have thought you would at least been kissed, but it turns out you haven't! He starts giving you smug looks, and air kisses ever since then, because his view of cuteness over you has skyrocketed.*

*Blows you a kiss* “To my cunie baby aghhh! hehehe!”

Kai // Kim Jong-in:

*Once you told him your story about your “almost” first kiss, you ended up blushing and being very flustered. He didn't notice your flustered, rosy cheeks until he looked up from his Korean pork belly to see your face hidden by your long sweater sleeves. He starts to laugh, not only from your pure innocence but at the fact you're embarrassed that you still hadn't had your first kiss. He honestly feels it's not even a big deal.*

*Laughing* “Oh my god, jagi. It's no big deal! Don't be embarrassed!”

Sehun // Oh Se-hun:

*When the secret came out clean, he was instantly teasing you, as a joke of course. Even though he knew it was a bit personal and something crazy, he couldn't stop himself from teasing you. No, it wasn't making fun of the fact that you haven't gotten your first kiss, it was something else. It was more like, him teasing you over how he's right here, ready to be your first kiss.*

“It's now or never jagiya.”

A/N: LOOK WHO’S BACK?! Me, Michelle huhuhaha! I'm so sorry for the inactive work on my blog >.< School, friendships, anxiety, and depression has been getting in my way more than ever! But luckily, I'm procrastinating my tutoring homework for this. I have had this reaction in my draft for months and I finally have... the strength? to complete this! I hope the anon who requested this enjoys this, and hope it does well! I tried my very best. I haven't written one in a very long time, so it's going to be crusty haha. Requests are open! Send them in! and I will complete them!! I love you all!! xx

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fightingdiamond · 7 years ago

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KCON LA 2017 fanaccount!!

part 2: more Seventeen + the concert, ft. SF9, VIXX, and D&E :)

(disclaimer: none of the videos linked in this post are mine, credit to their respective owners!)

I was on twitter looking at (other people's) pictures from hi-touch and I realized I don't remember touching Seventeen's rings??? Lol it's a weird detail, idk. Maybe the angle of my hand wouldn't have put me in contact with their rings anyway, but I don't remember feeling the rings. Oh well 😂

Also this is super random, but I took a class spring quarter on learning and memory and this hi-touch experience has been just a perfect real-world example of how human memory is so fickle 😂😂😂 I was looking back at the videos I filmed of myself talking to my sister after the hi-touch and there’s some stuff in there (ex. I said that I remembered looking at Seokmin, Mingyu, and Seungkwan’s faces) that for the life of me I cannot recall now 😂😂😂 that’s how the brain works I guess lol

Anyway, some more things from the Seventeen session and then the concert!

-Seungkwan was asked to sing his favorite pop song and he sang an Adele song (When We Were Young I think). I was LIVING! I love that boy's voice and I'm so glad I got to hear it.

-Vernon rapped a bit and it was so hype!! Omg but before he started rapping, he and Seungkwan just kinda looked at each other for a few seconds like they were giving each other support or something?????? Idk but it was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, I love verkwan ❤️❤️❤️

-BUT THEN WONWOO SANG TOO AND I LOST IT oh my god. His voice is so good, I was in heaven. What I wouldn't give for a Wonwoo solo debut 😍😍😍

-they were asked who the mom and dad of the group are and Mingyu was like (of course) Coups hyung and Jeonghan hyung!!! And Coups pulled Jeonghan in for a very cute hug but I'm laughing because I'm pretty sure Jihoon had a look of mild disgust on his face 😂😂😂 the eternal jeongcheol vs jicheol struggle, y'all 😄

-Seokmin got carried away and threw the die at the crowd like it was a concert and I think it may have almost hit a staff or something 😂 he was so flustered! He kept bowing and apologizing, it was so funny 😅

-Jeonghan was asked to do aegyo. You can imagine how that ended 😂 I cringed so hard but I also felt so much love for him in the same instant. It's a unique experience 😂

-MINGYU WAS FORCED TO DO A SEXY DANCE I'M STILL SCREAMING/CRYING/LAUGHING. He's so shy and bashful, oh my god, he's so precious 😍 I can't remember if this was before or after he rolled the die, but his face was so priceless when the members ruthlessly pushed him out to the front. He was like W H A T WHY ME????? I love Kim Mingyu, my overgrown human puppy 😍 also though I'm shook because whenever Mingyu dances, it just gives me flashbacks to when Kai from EXO was my ultimate bias 😂 they're so similar!!! But this isn't the place to talk about Kai haha. Mingyu was adorable! He was doing bodyrolls really shyly, almost resignedly lmao, and every few seconds he'd straighten up and shake his head and beg for mercy with his puppy eyes. Seungkwan stepped up partway through and put his hands on Mingyu's abs and was like HERE, YOU HAVE TO MOVE THIS PART 😂😂😂 I was like, Seungkwan, let your hyung live!!! Lmao. (Altho Seungkwan's actually 97 line because his birthday is early? Anyway.) I also noticed Wonwoo laughing his fkin ass off at Mingyu's misfortune. What a terrible boyfriend (kidding!!!) 😂 (tbh I probably ship gyuhao more now, Minghao already wrecked my bias list anyway, what's another wrecked list)

-before the game, Jihoon was asked to give advice to fans who are thinking about pursuing music/music production. It was really sweet! He basically said, "A lot of people think it's really hard to start making music, but just keep working on it, don't give up, and make lots of songs that you can show the world."

Okayyy now on to the concert! I actually bought two support banners (Seventeen and VIXX) but since I was sitting pretty far back, I'm pretty sure they didn't see me 😂 that's ok, I heard Seungkwan saw the banner that some of the floor people were holding up so at least he saw it! Also I didn't have a light stick (only a small glow stick) because I'm silly - next time, I swear!

They brought Coups, Vernon, and Joshua out as special MCs and I lost it omg. Minghao may have stolen my heart but Coups is still the captain of this frickin' ship! I love him 😌 Mingyu also came out later as an MC (replacing Coups). I was looking at him during one of his MC parts and like wooooow he is TALL. His legs are literally miles long, it's breathtaking.

I think Hansol made the biggest impression on me out of the four of them; he was so beautiful and did a really good job of making his lines sound smooth and not scripted. That boy was born for show business, I swear. (As an aside, Jisoo's English sounds super sarcastic to me????? 😂😂😂😂😂😂 idk maybe I'm just not used to him speaking English unless it's some meme-worthy occasion. Or it's his valley accent?? No idea haha, but he drawls his words a lot and it's really amusing to listen to.) Hansol also frequently went off script to say sweet things (and correct the script's lackluster choice of words on at least one occasion, lmao). Like, there was a part where they wanted to get the audience to kinda do a random play dance, and the script was like "let's stretch first, stretch your arms and legs" and Vernon added "you can't get injured and stuff!!" He was so sweet 😍

Speaking of the script, during SF9's talking portion (they opened the show), I was looking for the teleprompters but didn't see them until later. At first I was like "wow, their English is really good!" but then I was like, wait, is there a teleprompter? Lol. As the show went on I suspected there was a script, because there were subtitles on the big screen at the same time as (sometimes even before) idols were talking and I was like, ok, translation technology ain't THAT good. The point I'm tryna make in the end is that a) that's how I know Hansol was going off script and b) Seventeen - who closed the concert btw, what gods - barely had a script. It was just really free-flowing and genuine and they were interacting with the audience and it was amazing. You could tell they loved being with all the fans and they really commanded the stage and made it super fun. Seventeen are literal gods, when will your faves. (No hard feelings please!! Lmao it's all in good fun!)

Anyway back to the show lol. I love SF9 and they deserve the world omg. They're SUCH good performers; their choreo is amazing and their songs are great!! Their energy on the stage is incredible, even when they were just talking, and everyone should Iove them 😍 they performed Fanfare, Jungle Game(?), and Easy Love. Their English is seriously really good, even considering the teleprompter! It didn't sound like they were just reading off a script at all; idk the word for it in English but the way their sentences flowed was very authentic and I know they must have tried really hard to practice their lines for their American fans. Everyone please stan SF9 😍

I'm really sorry but I'm gonna gloss over Cosmic Girls and Girl's Day - I'm not into either of them but of course they did really well! Girl's Day really owned the stage with I'll Be Yours, Something, and Ring Ma Bell. Some of the girls in Cosmic Girls seemed a bit tired, so props to them for still pulling off a great performance with Happy, I Wish(?), and Secret!

Now, Cosmic Girls' cover of BTS' I Need U is the kinda content I'm here for!!! I don't like Cosmic Girls' usual cutesy concept because it attracts some really creepy fanboys and I feel that it doesn't show off their real talent, so it was really refreshing to see them killing a guy group dance. I think Cheng Xiao did a flip! I'm assuming it was her 😅

SF9 covered Sorry Sorry after them and then it transitioned seamlessly into Super Junior D&E - great planning, y'all 😏 the atmosphere in the audience was so hype!! They were flashing Super Junior's stats on the big screen and it was so easy to forget that I'm not even into Super Junior anymore 😂 I'm still disappointed with the members who have been unapologetically and/or repeatedly problematic (and smh @ Eunhyuk's dreads at the concert, but ya can't spell smh without SM I guess), but I can't help but feel proud of Super Junior for being responsible for kpop's initial surge of international popularity 😊

Fun fact, I went to SMTOWN NYC 2011 and saw Super Junior there. It's really amazing that Donghae and Eunhyuk are still so active in the industry, five and a half years later! Both of them, but especially Donghae, came onto the stage like they owned the goddamn place. I'm blown away by how handsome Donghae still is! He's aged a bit since I last saw him, for sure, but it's a great look on him. He's so handsome, oh my god. The two of them did Growing Pains, I Wanna Dance (Korean version, which I didn't know existed), another song from their album I think, and the classic Oppa Oppa. It was lit 🔥 they were so sweet too, they kept apologizing for "taking so long to see you again" and thanking the fans for waiting 😭 I'm not crying, you're crying!

VIXX was so powerful! I'm glad they didn't perform Dynamite LOL no offense but that's my least favorite of their title songs 😂 they did Shangri-La, Black Out, and Fantasy! Jaehwan was so loud holy heck lol. He's basically Seokmin in five years, I swear. (Speaking of which, I can totally see D&E being soonseok in ten years 😍) I got so excited when Hyuk sang too! I still remember when he was an awkward smol 😌 but Hakyeon will always have my heart ❤️ there was a part in Shangri-La where he was supposed to be serious but couldn't hold back a smile, so he covered his face with his fan 😂 it was the cutest freaking thing 😍

They did a "piñata" game where a random mission popped up on the screen (the choices were aegyo, photo time, sexy dance, random play, and proposal). They saw the proposal choice and started joking about it - I laughed so hard when Hyuk threw himself on his knees and was like N, MARRY ME! And Hakyeon was like SURE! 😂 his English was so freaking sexy 😂

oKaY and now for the moment we've all been waiting for......say the name (SEVENTEEN)! 😍

They made their first appearance with unit performances and I was like OH MY GOD MINGHAO WAS ACTUALLY RIGHT!!!! In the video that they did for KCON previously, they were ~speculating~ about what special performances they would do, and Minghao was all like, well, we do have three units 😏 so proud of my boy for tellin' it like it is!!!

Performance unit came on with Swimming Fool and I screamed so loudly omg. I've been waiting to see this choreo since forever!! And as a newly reborn Minghao bias I was living for every second he appeared on the big screen 😍😍😍😍 I was a little sad though because Hoshi's been showing off this choreo at fansigns for MONTHS and I just know he's been so eager to perform it, but he couldn't make it 😭 It was also compounded during the parts where the other three blatantly left Soonyoung's spot empty. Like, ok, there's a hole in the choreo, I guess there's a hole in my heart too now. This is fine.

But before we go down the rabbit hole of "I miss Soonyoung so much I'm gonna cry" VOCAL UNIT KILLED ME. Habit is literally my favorite vocal unit song, second only to We Gonna Make It Shine but Jesus, there's no way I'm ever gonna hear that live unless I make it to a Seventeen concert (GOD, I hope they still perform that song in later tours). Joshua and Jihoon and Jeonghan all sounded so angelic and pure and then I literally burst into tears when the chorus hit - that's a huge compliment coming from me, I never cry. Seungkwan my baby boo 😍 and then Seokmin too, omg. I love vocal unit 😍

Then vocal unit left and I was like oh no. OH NO. HIP HOP UNIT. I was actually expecting If I but then it was Check In and I was shook! They showed up in the middle of the audience too and I think I literally would've died if I had been near them. I love hip hop unit 😍 also - and I say this like I'm surprised, and I honestly kind of am, and I really shouldn't be but - Wonwoo is so. hot. Holy shit man, like I always thought Mingyu was the (slightly) better-looking out of the two of them but holy shit, Wonwoo's stage presence is unbelievable. I was halfway across the stadium and I could feel his charisma. Believe me, I don't throw around the word "hot" lightly. Wonwoo had me seriously shook. He's so hot. I can't believe middle school Wonwoo blossomed into this gorgeous, brilliant performer. True art right there. He was also really smiley when he wasn't busy being hot and I was living for it omg. I love Wonwoo's smile so much and I hadn't seen enough of it lately 😍😍

As the concert went on I was confused as to whether Seventeen was gonna come back and perform as a whole group or not because everyone else had been doing 3-4 songs and I was like "was that Seventeen's three songs??? Nooooo" but then it turns out they were closing the concert!!!!!!! Seventeen are gods I tell you, literal gods 🙌🏽

Oh my god, the fanchants were so loud and I've never been prouder to be part of a fandom. As we were waiting for Seventeen to come on, they were playing this heartbeat sound over and over and in the silence between heartbeats people started chanting SEVENTEEN! SEVENTEEN! I got chills 😍😍😍😍😍😍 I hope our boys heard us!!!!! (Click here to see it!!!!!!!)

As an aside, somewhere around the unit performances I noticed that a lot of the idols weren't singing live. The rappers had the big handheld mics which are supposedly better for actual live sound, whereas most of the other idols had the small mics taped to their cheeks. I mean, clearly I'm pointing this out because I, as a singer, appreciate it when people sing live, but I understand that this is a concert and the focus is more on the performance overall (i.e. the dancing and energy). I still really enjoyed everyone's performances of course!

HOWEVER! Seventeen was an exception, as usual! Not only did they freakin' kill their whole set and get the audience really hyped, almost all of them had the handheld mics and even those who didn't, I'm pretty sure they also sang live (lookin' at you, Chan and Hansol. I love it when my babies sing 😍). Also, shoutout to performance unit for singing live AND dancing like woooow, step aside vocal unit! 😅 I've said this so many times already but I'll say it again: Seventeen are LITERAL gods. I couldn't be prouder of my boys ❤️

Lol I also remember that everyone was speculating about what songs they were gonna do and there were so many names being thrown out, but between the special unit performances and the group set, I think Seventeen managed to surprise us all! As expected of our boys 😍 They came on with Don't Wanna Cry first, of course, including the cool extended intro that I love! Seokmin got Soonyoung's line and I screamed omg. I miss Soonyoung 😭

After Don't Wanna Cry the lights dimmed but I could see them getting into their next formation. When I recognized the pinwheel formation I LOST IT oh my god. ROCK!!!!!!!!!! Rock is one of my favorite songs and I'm so glad I got to see it live. I bet you they chose to do Rock because of the 360 stage. Seventeen back at it again with how considerate they always are to their fans ❤️ I wanna say Chan got Hoshi's lines? I'm not entirely sure but of course, the performance was amazing! I felt a twinge in my heart at the hole in the choreo where Soonyoung should've been but that's ok 😭

(I feel that it should be noted at this point that Soonyoung is N O W H E R E near the top of my bias list?????? lolololol I love and miss him so much though 😅)

Hearing all of them speak English during their talking portion was so nice. Everyone's English is so good! Mingyu especially had me shook because his English always goes from 0-100 REAL FAST. Seungkwan was so excited!!!!! I love seeing Seungkwan on stage, he's totally in his element there and he's a master at hyping the audience. Also Seokmin was loud af lmao whaddya expect 😂

Speaking of being considerate, Seventeen actually surprised me by greeting both sides of the audience! They did their "say the name! Seventeen!" greeting to my half of the audience first (the diamond/platinum/P1 side), but then they freaking TURNED AROUND and repeated their greeting to the other half of the audience! It doesn't sound like a big deal but no one else even did that! They're so sweet, I love my boys ❤️❤️❤️

They also did the piñata game and got random play, so they were just jamming out to the songs that came on. It was really cute! Mingyu and Minghao were in the corner farthest from me just off in their own little world 😍 I love gyuhao, they're so sweet with each other 😍 Mansae came on in the random play too and it was so amazing watching everyone do the dance with them!!! (Click here to see it!!!!)

Ah also I just remembered! At the very beginning they had all the groups come on stage to wave at the fans and stuff. Seventeen came on and were waving at the fans and then they were supposed to walk to the other side but I guess performance unit missed the memo??? LOL it was so cute! Vocal and hip hop units were starting to walk to the other side and performance unit was looking around all confused before Minghao grabbed Chan and dragged him along as they followed the rest of the group. Later it looked like Minghao was saying something to Jun too, almost like he was nagging him, I was living 😍 I love performance unit! Also during that part Jihoon and Seungcheol were standing next to each other and I for sure saw #interaction 😏 I need more jicheol appreciation in my life ok?

Speaking of my boys getting lost, Vernon, Josh, and Coups did the same thing 😂 after their first MC portion finished the lights went down but I could see them still standing there like uh......where do we go......they were so desperately trying to play it cool 😂😂😂 and then Vernon, I think(?), started walking to one side, before they all realized they were supposed to be going to the opposite side and scurried off 😂 such cuties!

Before their talking portion ended the staff gave them those like, air cannon things stuffed with shirts so they could shoot them at the audience. Mingyu couldn't figure out how to work the thing at first, I cackled so hard (but also me too, Mingyunie, me too). Minghao also had one and he looked way too attractive with it, it was unfair 😳 Afterward when all the shirts were gone and the members reconvened, Seungkwan shouted really urgently "no one got hurt, right???" in Korean and Hansol repeated it in English 😍 I was so touched! It was obviously something that Seungkwan really really felt the need to ask, it sounded like it just burst out of him before he could contain it. He'd been speaking a lot of English up until that point and it was so sweet that he couldn't let himself wait to try to think of the words in English ❤️

As their talking wrapped up they were joking around about their next song, someone (maybe Seokmin? I don't remember) suggested Boom Boom but Vernon was like nahhhh. And Mingyu suggested Adore U and the fans did the point dance along with him! And then Seungkwan, I think(?), was like, "ah, we can't reveal it, but you know, our fans are VERY NICE" and I died 😂😂😂 Jisoo was all fondly exasperated and said, ok, you guys know what our next song is, don't you? 😂😂😂

Seungkwan was hyping the audience like he always does and shouted, "are you ready?!?!?" and the audience screamed! But then Minghao stepped up with this tiny smirk and was like, "one more time, are you ready?!?" I felt so blessed to hear him being so playful in English.

I had a split second of mourning over the fact that I wasn't gonna see Pretty U live but oh my god, Aju Nice was THE BEST choice for closing out the concert. I kind of wanted to cry at how much I loved seeing them perform the song but I was also so excited to see it!!! The Chinaline part had me swooning, I love how Minghao always smirks and gestures to Jun like he's reeling in his catch and I'm like yassss boi get it!!!! I'm so blessed I got to see that interaction with my own eyes. Woozi's part was so pure, I felt cleansed hearing him sing 😌 but I saw both Wonwoo and Seungcheol coming up behind him for their rap part and I was SO HYPED because I always watch the Aju Nice lives from when they were promoting it and Wonwoo wasn't there! I'm sad that Soonyoung wasn't there this time but at least Wonwoo was!

Oh my god, and the part where Seungcheol switches his mic to his other hand just so he can hold Jihoon's hand during the double-line part at the end??? I saw it with my own eyes 😍

The camera focused on Jun for like a full five seconds at the end and I was like DAMN RIGHT! I hope Jun watches this video later and is satisfied with himself 😌

Afterward they brought out all the groups again to wave bye to the fans 😭 Jihoon showed up on the big screen and he was practically glowing, he was smiling and happy and radiant 😍 remember how I said he looked tired at the hi-touch? I hope he got some energy from performing and that the concert and seeing his fans made this hectic trip worth it!!! Lol I also saw them running around with a camera and I was like, this is going into Going Seventeen a few episodes from now, right? 😂

So yeah, the concert had me hella shook!!! I was so hyped that I totally even forgot that Seventeen hadn't done ANY of the songs I was hoping for LOLOLOL I really wanted them to do Pretty U, Shining Diamond, and Love Letter! But it's ok, they were great anyway 😍 I also feel like I remember some butt-touching happening???? I wanna say it was Mingyu but I don’t remember???? 😂😂😂😂😂😂

I also forgot my earplugs lol I was afraid I was gonna go deaf halfway through but I'm fine now 😂 one of the people I went to LA with decided right after the concert that he was gonna find a ticket to Sunday's concert too because it was just so lit! I wish I could've, I really wanted to see Astro live, but I had work on Monday and I couldn't stay 😭

There will be a part 3 about seeing Astro!!! Please anticipate!

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