#leave jimin alone geez

[lokisasylum]

"omg, is it just me or do you guys find it weird the way Jimin treats to other soldiers (men) in the military---"

Only if you're a HYPOCRITE and a HOMOPHOBIC BITCH.

No, Karen. Because you know what I REALLY find weird?

The fact that you have no issues with publicly fantasizing 24/7 about Jimin (or any of the members) getting fucked raw in the ass by one of his bandmates. But him treating fellow soldiers and companion/colleagues, who are part of his squad, who are younger than him and therefore putting him automatically in the "hypothetical big brother role" or "Hyung", with respect and/or words of endearment as something "weird" because IN YOUR EMPTY, PERVERTED HEAD, it will upset the "love-interest-bandmate" who you constantly fantasize about in lewd situations.

THAT shit IS weird.

THAT shit I DO find fucked up.

Because that makes YOU a fetishizer.

And YOU need Professional Help.

[whyse7vn]

BRO? -

[ot7 x reader]

JIMIN -

y/n: bro

jimin: wys gang?

y/n: i just threw up in my mouth

jimin: you started it

on GOD 🙏🏻

y/n: stop

jimin: nah bro

what did you want dude

y/n: wanted you to pick me up

jimin: okay gang

on god i can do that for you

y/n: wanted

past tense

jimin: don’t even worry gang ur bros got you

y/n: ykw i’m so good gang 🙏🏽

bye

jimin: wait no come back 🥺

y/n: lol gang you into me or something??

jimin: i might be gang…

y/n: bro…

jimin: bro….

*whimpers*

y/n: bro????

jimin: no my fault bro i was getting into it

y/n: nah you always on that weird shit bro

jimin: i’m sowwy 🥺🥺🥺🥺

y/n: u tripping ong

bye again

jimin: dhmu only real bros would get it 🙏🏻😓

y/n: i’m real

jimin: real FAKE

y/n: ur real ugly

jimin: bro…

y/n: bro.

jimin: you’ve crossed the fucking line

y/n: sue me broski

jimin: how about i fuck you

y/n: this is why i distance myself from you

jimin: sorry nature takes over sometimes

y/n: ???

jimin: ???

y/n: tae core

jimin: we are not the same

y/n: i think you are

jimin: bro ong u tweaking

y/n: no bro ong i’m on to something

let me cook

jimin: cook me a orgasm lol

y/n: i’m blocking you lol

YOONGI -

y/n: dude

yoongi: wrong person?

y/n: no?

yoongi: i’m telling you you’ve got the wrong person

y/n: i’m telling you i haven’t

yoongi: ur not funny

y/n: i’m laughing

yoongi: i’m not

y/n: cheer up bro

yoongi: fuck off

y/n: bro you can talk to me about anything

it’s okay

yoongi: i want to break up with my girlfriend

y/n: OMG????

yoongi: i thought i could talk to you about anything

y/n: i’m ur girlfriend tho :(

yoongi: though we were bros??

y/n: sometimes

yoongi: that’s not how it works

y/n: you clearly know nothing about bro code…

embarrassing

yoongi: sometimes i think violent thoughts

y/n: tf is bro talking about 💀

yoongi: leave me alone

y/n: do you love me

yoongi: do you want and honest answer

y/n: dude is acting like he hasn’t almost proposed to me several times 💀💀

yoongi: what do you actually want leave me alone

y/n: brotha wants to be left alone 💀

yoongi: stop talking like that

and i am not ur brother that’s nasty

y/n: why won’t you love me for me

yoongi: you’re annoying

y/n: sighs i know what dream feels like now

that’s what the mask is

that’s what the point of the mask is…

yoongi: tf is dream??

y/n: sorry did i give you flash backs

i miss no more dream yoongi

bring him back!!!

yoongi: no

y/n: he can be ur alter ego

or like on a full moon you transform into debut yoongi

where you roam the streets spitting in peoples faces

yoongi: debut me did not spit in peoples faces

y/n: ok???

but you looked like you did

sorry for assuming geez

you were more of a biter those days i remember

yoongi: i bit you once

y/n: ONE TIME TOO MANY MIN YOONGI

thinking about that day brings a tear to my eye

the shock the fear the betrayal it’s all coming back to me

yoongi: are you done?

y/n: yeah bro :/

yoongi: bye

NAMJOON -

y/n: i want to chew on ur eyeballs

namjoon: that’s nice babe

y/n: i’ll crawl into ur skin

we will be one

namjoon: ok

y/n: god ur sosososos obsessed with me

namjoon: always

y/n: bro

namjoon: ??

y/n: ??

namjoon: i thought we were being nice to each other

y/n: that was nice

namjoon: you called me bro?

y/n: yeah?

namjoon: ok

y/n: do we have a problem?

namjoon: never

y/n: wow ur so obedient

namjoon: ok stop

y/n: why

namjoon: ur being weird again

y/n: again??

namjoon: you opened this conversation i want to chew on your eyeballs

y/n: and??

namjoon: i can only take so much

y/n: lame as hell bro

namjoon: why are you calling me bro?

y/n: it’s cute

namjoon: bro is cute??

y/n: no

namjoon: why do you chose to lie to me?

y/n: bored

namjoon: interesting

y/n: it’s not

i’m bored

namjoon: that sucks baby

go for a run or something idk?

y/n: are you saying i need to lose weight

namjoon: no wtf?

y/n: i think ur saying i need to lose weight

namjoon: ur putting words in my mouth

y/n: soon ur gonna start putting salad in mine

namjoon: bro

y/n: DID YOU JUST BRO ME????

namjoon: ur seeing things

y/n: OH MY GOD IVE JUSTBEEN SHOT IN THE CHEST

SOMONE CALL THE AMBULANCE

OW OW OW IT HURTS IT BURNS

I DONT THINK IM GONNA MAKE IT

namjoon: i think i’m gonna go for a run

y/n: how about you run away and never come back

namjoon: oh

y/n: go “oh” with ur new bitch

namjoon: my new bitch?

y/n: bet she loves when you call her bro

namjoon: you called me bro first…

y/n: what’s ur point???

namjoon: what are you mad at me?

y/n: i’m so hungry

namjoon: what

y/n: what

namjoon: love..

are you ok?

y/n: what does ok mean in this day and age joon?

namjoon: should i come home?

y/n: dude just go back to working out with all ur little buddies

namjoon: you miss me??

y/n: ur insane

namjoon: i’m omw home

y/n: idc bro!!!

namjoon: so i can work out for 2 more hours then?

y/n: whatever come home bitch

namjoon: love u seen you soon

HOSEOK -

y/n: bro jimin just threw a rock at me

hobi: oh no

do you need mouth to mouth cpr

y/n: i need more than cpr

in so much pain rn

hobi: wait

??????

you just called me bro?????

y/n: why is that ur biggest concern rn

i said jimin just threw a rock at me A ROCK

a really big fucking rock

hobi: no you said bro jimin just threw a rock at me

BRO

like????

what is wrong with you?

y/n: I JUST GOT A ROCK THROWN AT ME

THATS WHATS WRONG

YOUR GIRLFRIEND JUST GOT A ROCK THROWN AT HER

hobi: WELL CLEARLY I HAVE NO GIRLFRIEND CUZ SHE JUST CALLED ME BRO

y/n: are you serious??

hobi: are you??

y/n: fine

hobi: fine

y/n: bro

hobi: it doesn’t even hurt me anymore

y/n: whatever you say buddy

hobi: carry on

y/n: k pal

hobi: 🙄

y/n: dude

hobi: i’m killing myself

y/n: you sound hurt

hobi: ok??

y/n: really that that deep bro…

hobi: OKAY STOP

y/n: pussy

hobi: am i a pretty pussy 🥺?

y/n: hoseok what the actual fuck

hobi: i’m feeling really insecure rn

can you please validate me

this is ur fault if we think about it

tell me i’m your petty pussy

y/n: ??????

ur fucking out of ur mind

why would i say that

why would you say that

wtf is wrong with you

hobi: plz

then i’ll like throw a rock back at jimin or something

avenge you

y/n: i’m not dead

hobi: ok ur just difficult then

say it pleaseeeeee

y/n: ew no go away

hobi: this isn’t love

y/n: it’s not

hobi: what happened to through sickness and health

y/n: so you admit you’ve got some kind of mental illness

hobi: why does it have to be mental

why couldn’t i have a physical illness

like being hot as fuck

hahahaha lol wow i’m so hilarious

y/n: u right u funny as hell cuz you ugly as fuck wow!!!!!!!

hobi: you didn’t mean that

y/n: bro

hobi: i’m gonna start crying

y/n: hobi…

hobi: babe

y/n: are you fr crying…

hobi: no lol

y/n: ur my pretty pussy

hobi: you mean it?

y/n: don’t push it.

TAEHYUNG -

tae: why are you being so loud

y/n: ???

i’m not doing anything

can you hear tan?

tae: oh yeah

thought you were barking

y/n: why would i be fucking barking bro wtf???

tae: u could be trying new things

i wouldn’t judge you if you were

y/n: no

tae: shame

y/n: shame?

tae: bro?

y/n: what

tae: you called me bro by accident

y/n: ???

tae: babe you called me bro

y/n: ok

tae: by accident

why did you call me bro by accident

y/n: it wasn’t an accident

i typed it

on purpose

tae: why would you do that

y/n: ?

to communicate?

bro idk

tae: you did it again lol

why?

why bro?

could of said babe

baby even

no?

y/n: why does bro bother you?

tae: no lol ofc not wtf

you just don’t call me that

y/n: well i do now

tae: k

y/n: k?

tae: something wrong?

y/n: ur mad at me?

tae: no

y/n: upset

tae: never

y/n: ur not a child tell me

tae: bro does things to me

y/n: that sentence is crazy as hell

tae: PAUSE

y/n: paused

tae: don’t ever bro me again you slut

y/n: bro

tae: hey!!!

y/n: you do did not need to call me a slut

tae: was that not sexy

y/n: no

bro

tae: i hate it

y/n: bro

tae: it’s gross

I’m your boyfriend

y/n: barely

tae: meaning??

y/n: i’m sure you can figure out the meaning

tae: i know what barley means!

y/n: i’m glad

tae: why am i barley ur boyfriend??

y/n: ur strange

no offence

actually all offence

u harm my public reputation constantly

tae: i think ur so in love with me

y/n: i’m glad you’ve taken the delusion route instead of the depressed one

tae: sometimes your funniest friends are the most depressed ones…

y/n: ur so right i should give jin a call ❤️🙏🏽

tae: i was talking about me

y/n: we are not friends and ur not funny

tae: ur right we’re dating and i’m fucking hilarious

y/n: bro…

tae: come kiss me on my hot mouth babe 😋

y/n: i’ll pass

JUNGKOOK -

y/n: dude

jk: me?

y/n: yes

jk: are we fighting?

y/n: no why

jk: dude??

y/n: dude

jk: ok

y/n: are you crying rn?

jk: no?

y/n: i can hear you

jk: why would you ask then

y/n: wanted to see if you were a sick little liar

jk: i am

y/n: you are

jk: tell me you love me

y/n: lol

jk: i’ll throw up

y/n: make sure u clean it up

jk: babe

y/n: bro

jk: would you love me if i was a worm?

y/n: no

jk: but you told me you would last week

y/n: that’s cuz you were drunk and would of started crying if i said no

jk: i’m crying now

y/n: exactly

it’s 10x worse when ur drunk

jk: maybe you have a point

y/n: are you still crying?

jk: no

y/n: i can still hear you

jk: no

y/n: dude

OH MY GOD DID YOU ACTUALLY JUST THROW UP??????/)£/£:££

jk: yes

y/n: JUNGKOOK WHAT THE HELL

jk: i told you

y/n: that’s not healthy

like at all

that’s really worrying actually

jk: i love you

y/n: clearly wow

that’s insane

jk: do you want to kiss me?

y/n: no

you just threw up

jk: or did i?

y/n: you did

jk: i did

y/n: it’s okay

jk: is it

y/n: no

jk: :c

i’ll clean it

y/n: it’s okay i’ll do it

jk: why

do you maybe like me a bit

y/n: no

jk: oh

y/n: go get comfy in bed

jk: but i have to clean

y/n: i said i’ll do it

jk: r u sure

y/n: no

jk: oh

y/n: i do not hear you moving upstairs jungkook

jk: i’m going i swear

sorry for throwing up

y/n: sorry for calling you dude

jk: fr?

y/n: no

jk: knew it

it’s okay tho

i’m strong

y/n: you just threw up cuz i called you dude?

jk: i can be strong sometimes

just caught me at a weak moment

y/n: you have a lot of weak moments don’t you?

jk: sometimes it’s hard to tell if you like me

y/n: i got the biggest crush on u fr

jk: 🫢

woah

i’m in bed now

y/n: kk be with you in 5 bro

jk: stop it

y/n: 🫢

SEOKJIN-

y/n: bro can you order pizza pls i’m begging you

jin: normally i would be into you begging but the bro is throwing me off

y/n: wdym???

are you ordering or not

i’m hungry

???

HELLO

DUDE

COME ON

jin: no

stop calling me those names

y/n: bro?

dude????

why?

jin: i am not your bro nor dude

y/n: ur my dude <3

jin: adding a heart does not make it any better

dude is for like friends

idk if you have any but i am NOT one of those

y/n: um wtf i have friends

jin: the members don’t count

y/n: WHY DON’T THEY COUNT?

jin: ur sad

y/n: bro

jin: do you want to break up

y/n: lowkey

jin: wtf

y/n: look me in the eyes bro

jin: no

y/n: yes

jin: no

y/n: this is kinda hot

jin: lmao not surprised i have that charm to me

y/n: sorry wrong chat

jin: what

y/n: anyways ur were too slow yoongi ordered me pizza

and i’m not sharing

jin: i don’t want any of yoongi’s nasty pizza

i hope the pizza place spits on it

y/n: ur mad

jin: ur single

y/n: finally

jin: ?

y/n: ?

jin: i find our love so comforting ❤️

y/n: dude you have lost ur mind

jin: okay wtf

ur acting like you don’t want me

y/n: loooooooooooooooooool

jin: and people think i’m the mean one

y/n: i tolerate you

jin: what is the issue???

if you want to fight we can

i’m ready meet me in the ring at 6

y/n: don’t you have a military service to be serving??

jin: i will serve crack before i severe this country

y/n: yikes

i’ll snitch

jin: ofc you will

you rat

y/n: wow is that how you feel?

jin: yep

y/n: wow

jin: don’t act all nice now you started this

was mean for no reason

finish the battle rat

y/n: ur fucking old

jin: ok wtf

you can no longer send messages to this contact!

[03-shiro-25]

BTS reaction | There is a bug in your bedroom

OT7 x male reader (can be read in gn i think)

synopsis: basically before you go to bed you two find a bug in your shared bedroom

warnings: like one swearword I think?

note: these are just short reactions, but since I really hate it when bugs are in my bedroom I decided to write this

The moment you two entered your bedroom to go to sleep you saw it... a bug... sitting in your shared bed

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Jin

The moment his eyes landed on it he let out an high-pitched squeak and jumped behind you. You couldn't take your eyes off of the bug, scared it might move. Jin peaked over your shoulder "Aren't you going to get rid of it?!" he questioned you. Your head shot towards him. "Absolutely not! I am not getting near that thing!"

You looked at each other sighing. Well, looks like you two will sleep on the couch today..

Suga

He knew you weren't really fond of bugs. At least not when they were inside your house. So he wasted no time to walk past your frozen body, grabbed a tissue and carefully stepped towards the bug. What he didn't expect was that the bug might have been able to fly. Before Suga could trap the bug in the tissue it abruptly flew into the air towards your boyfriend. "GEEZ-!" he jerked away in shock almost falling to the floor.

"AHHH!" you too let out a short scream out of shock and fear. You both couldn't see the bug anymore but you were SURE that it was still there.

You held your chest where your heart was supposed to be to empathize your shock. "Alright. That's it. I am moving out!" you spoke determined, walking toward the door.

Suga silently agreed and followed you.

You two had a sleepover at J-hope's house the next few days.

J-hope

J-hope was TERRIFIED of bugs. So as soon as he saw the small animal he basically jumped into your arms "Ahhh!! Babe please get rid of it!!" he almost screamed directly into your ear. You caught him so he wouldn't fall onto the floor and had to steady yourself for a second. You wanted to set him down so you could get rid of the insect but he wouldn't let go of you.

"W-Wait! What are you doing!? You can't leave me while this bug is still here!" his arms around your neck tighten and you looked at him dumbfounded. "And how do you expect me to get rid of it then?" you asked confused.

He stared at you, trying to think of something. "I don't know man! Just do something!" he whined while looking at you. You just sighed and decided to call Namjoon to get rid of it.

"You are lucky I love you, my hope."

Namjoon

He wasn't necessarily afraid of bugs. But he definitely didn't need them inside the house. So when he saw it he just opened the window inside of the room and gently put the small animal into his hand so he could put it outside again. You just looked at him in shock.

"How the f*ck can you just touch it like it is nothing!?" you asked him shocked and disgusted. Your body shaking for a second at the thought of touching a bug.

"Why not?" he closed the window after he freed the insect and walked towards you. But before he could touch you you took a step back. "I am sorry but PLEASE wash your hands before you touch me!" you spoke acting more disgusted than you actually were as your body shook another time.

"Alright baby, I will" he laughed before he left for the bathroom.

Jimin

He stopped in his tracks, turning on his heals while loudly speaking "DEFINITELY NOT!" and with that he stomped toward a cabinet in which you store bed sheets and stuff. He opened it, took everything he could fit in his small hands and walked down the stairs towards the living room. "BABE! GRAB AS MANY PILLOWS AS YOU CAN. I WILL NOT SLEEP IN THAT ROOM!" he yelled from downstairs.

You did as you were told and followed him, finding him building a cave out of blankets and pillows. "We need weapons! What if it attacks at night?!" you didn't know how he could stay so serious when he spoke these words. You laughed at him and just went along with it, searching for weapons.

After that he insisted on you two guarding alternately during the night.

V

He actually didn't have anything at all against bugs. So when you went to get rid of it he screamed "WAIT!" startled you froze before you reached the bug. You looked at him shocked and confused. "What!? What's wrong?". He looked you in your eyes with a serious expression. "Don't kill it! Please?"

You thought something happened when he screamed the moment before. But he was just being the animal-loving dork that he is. You let out a short, soft chuckle. Not believing to have found such a cute boyfriend with so much love inside him.

Since you could never say no to his puppy eyes you agreed and tried to get rid of it without hurting it at all. That wasn't easy but for your baby you didn't give up.

Jungkook

The moment he laid eyes on it he let out a short scream and threw his phone at it. "JUNGKOOK!? You can't throw your phone at a bug!!" you tried to speak but you were laughing your ass off. "YAH! DON'T LAUGH AT ME! IT WAS JUST A REFLEX, OK?" now you started to laugh even harder. "Your first reflex to seeing a BUG is to throw your PHONE at it?! HAHAHAH" you just couldn't stop laughing while he went to grab his phone from the bed. "Yeah I get it, now stop laughing"

After that you both went to bed.

In the middle of the night Jungkook woke up and sat up apruptly, waking you in the process. "The bug wasn't there when I picked up the phone. Do you think it is still in this room?" he asked almost sounding innocent.

"JUNGKOOK!.." you sat up as you screamed his name, scolding him for scaring you. Falling back to bed you thought to yourself

'Well, looks I won't sleep tonight..'

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The poor bugs... :(

not proofread

Well this one is different from the other stuff I wrote so far!

Please let me know what you think!

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #33 - Sorry Boy]

“When Jungkook tries to make you forgive him.”

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: she is sulky & he is a dork, this is just cute and lovely

Wordcount: 1.1k

a/n: i have so many sweet ideas with this couple lately and you’ll get all of them. This is legit just something quick and cute because I love them 🥺

"Knock, knock", Jungkook says as he knocks on your door, "can I come in?" he asks and without waiting for an answer, enters your room, “darling are you still awake?” he asks. 

You let him know that you are indeed awake by turning even more of your back to him.

You aren’t sleeping in bed tonight. You decided that after having a big fight with your husband about his recent tardiness to your dates. It happened two times already. Today was the third time. He was supposed to meet you for lunch at the diner, but didn’t show up until twenty minutes too late. And because you slept terribly this morning and were already very sensitive about everything, you ended up fighting with him. 

Thankfully you both had to leave for the rest of your shifts, which prevented the fight from escalating, but the annoyance for him still remained. Not even the big bouquet of flowers he brought home could sway your forgiveness. 

"How is my chocolate swirl vanilla fudge doing?" he asks in hopes that the stupid nickname he chose will warm your heart. 

It doesn’t. You still keep your back turned to him, lying on your mattress with a pillow between your legs and a big frown on your face.

You and Jungkook have separate rooms in your forever home. It was the best decision ever, as it gives both of you a safe space of your own to escape to if you wanted to be alone. 

Jungkook decided to fill his space with his painting stuff and a gaming set-up, while you went with a bohemian chillout cave. A hanging chair, a big couch in front of a TV and a big mattress right by the window give opportunity for relaxation. You and Jimin spent many movie nights here, talking greatly about your husbands and sharing wine.

Jungkook squats down next to the mattress. 

"Is this idiot allowed to lie down?" he asks.

You don’t answer him.

So he pokes your hip.

"Beep, beep here comes the snuggle police”, he says, placing his palm on your hip, “according to my calculations, you haven’t received the correct amount of snuggles yet and I’m here to change that.”

You move your hips away, pulling the pillow, you have been hugging, closer to your chest. 

Jungkook huffs out air, but doesn’t give up. He crawls onto the mattress, but not before having to painstakingly remove your decorative pillows. 

He picks up one and another one and another one and one more and there goes another.

"Geez, why do you have so many pillows?" he says picking up two more, "it's never ending", two more and then he can finally reach you, "finally."

He sits down behind you with his legs bent. He places his hand on your shoulder, rubbing it softly.

"My peanut butter cookie dough, are you still mad at me?" he asks in a soft voice. 

You huff out air, shaking off his hand. He can’t sway you with cute nicknames. Never, ever.

"My caramel chocolate brownie", he whines, draping his arm around your waist, "I fucked up, I’m really sorry." 

You acknowledge him with a hum and a small nod of your head. 

Jungkook rests his cheek on your shoulder, looking at you with big puppy eyes.

"Please don’t be mad at me anymore", he whispers with a pout.

"Your head's heavy", you say, wiggling your shoulder. 

Jungkook slips off, sighing sadly afterwards.

"My cherry sorbet", he whines, changing positions so he is back hugging you, "what do you need to feel better?" he asks, resting his cheek on your shoulder again, “I can’t fall asleep when you’re mad at me, please my blueberry cheesecake.”

You like how he hugs you. You like having your back against his chest and your butt snuggled into his crotch. You also think that the nicknames are hilarious. He is such a dork and so cute and there may be a possibility that you kinda want to forgive him, but you also have a sense of pride left in you. Some may call it stubbornness however.

"Don't know", you mumble, "I'm just mad."

"Because I was late today?"

"Yeah and the other two dates before that." 

"I'm sorry. It won’t happen again." 

"Sure." 

"Hey, my matcha latte with whipped cream don’t doubt me."

You can’t stop it, you have to let out a little laugh. The names are just too funny. Jungkook picks up on it instantly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. 

"You're so cute when you laugh, my lettuce." 

"Lettuce? What the hell?" you get out before having to crack up. 

Jungkook chuckles with you, pecking your cheek repeatedly. 

You flip onto your back, meeting his eyes. 

"You're so stupid", you say. 

"But I made you laugh, that’s all that matters", he says, leaning in to peck the tip of your nose. 

You roll your eyes, smiling fondly. 

Jungkook cups your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb. 

"I'm sorry for today. I could have at least texted", he says. 

"At least you know what to do next time. You know, I love having lunch together with you, it's a really good idea you had. But if you keep running late it feels as if you weren’t even honest about wanting it." 

"I know and I won’t do it again. This week's just been way too stressful and I have so much shit going on in my mind that I always forget the time. It wasn’t your fault, just me being an idiot as always.”

"Don't say that, you're not an idiot."

Jungkook gives you a shy smile.

"Well most of the time of course. You can be an idiot sometimes", you tease.

"Hey", Jungkook complains with a pout. 

One you wipe away by brushing your finger over his lips.

"But you’re my idiot", you say.

"And do you love this idiot even if he messed up today?" he asks shyly, making puppy eyes at you.

"So, so much", you say, dancing your fingertips over his forehead and temples.

Jungkook exhales in relief and grins.

"I love you too, my egg."

"Stop", you snort, "those nicknames are not it."

"Yeah, they are. They’re funny." 

"I guess, but I don’t wanna be called an egg", you say, hooking your fingers behind his neck.

"Then maybe tomato?" he jokes, moving in closer.

"No, stop", you laugh, pulling him into a kiss. 

Jungkook laughs right with you, kissing you back even if all the giggling and laughing you are doing is making it difficult.​

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

tuxedo, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of previous jungkook x reader

summary: Your cat turns into a man. No, not, your cat was always a man and turned back into a man. Your actual cat turns into an actual man and neither you or your cat (man? cat-man?) have any idea why he's human now. Also, he's naked, so that’s a problem. Also, he’s kind of attractive. Yikes.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of the coronavirus pandemic; possibly full-on crack; Yoongi still thinks he’s a cat; mentions of smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral (choking on a dick, but not in a sexy way), doggy, spanking, wall-fucking, unintentional??? voyeurism); non-idol!AU - cat!Yoongi x human!reader; ft slightly cocky Jeon Jungkook and you being mad horny for him, what’s new; breaking of the fourth wall; are YOU a furry? you decide

an anon asked for cat hybrid Yoongi, although instead this is some voodoo witch doctor shit, whoops yes, I do reference BT21, Bob Ross, the lady-pointing-to-the-cat-accusingly meme, list goes on... and there is a cameo of 2021 Seasons Greetings Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin XD

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Your lungs were being crushed.

You were bundled in your duvet, wrapped like a mint-colored burrito, on your back, head nestled comfortably in your memory foam pillow. Warm, cozy, snuggly. All things considered, a comfortable position. So comfortable that you were blessedly asleep for many hours until your lungs started getting crushed.

You cracked one eye open.

A giant tuxedo fluffball was causing this slow and painful death.

“Get off.”

You glared with slitted eyes, voice cracking from sleep. The fluffball did not move. Velvety, pointed black ears flicked back and forth. The little pink nostrils flared a bit, breathing evenly and contentedly. At least one of you was. You grunted in irritation. The minty-green eyes opened, black slits for pupils.

“I’m going to die.”

Your cat meowed in your face.

“Shut the fuck up. Get off.”

He yawned.

You narrowed your eyes and lips into lines. Stared at your insufferable, not-so-subtle tuxedo cat that was killing his owner. How long had he and his seven-kilogram ass been sitting on your tits? Too long because your sternum was already aching. You rolled over and he gave you a disgruntled meow as he tumbled off. You pulled your arms out and gave him a soft scratch behind his ears before reaching around to his white belly and patting his chest. He started purring, rolling to his side, white sock-like paws sticking up.

“Ugh, my chest hurts, Shooks. You’re a dick.”

Your cat gave zero fucks.

You were still petting him. Sigh.

“I’m getting up,” you announced to no one except your cat.

You tugged yourself out of your comfy, mint-colored duvet and winced, rubbing your breastbone. Did you buy this bedding set because it reminded you of your cat’s eye color? Yes. Were you a crazy cat lady? Maybe. In your defense, you hadn’t meant to become a crazy cat lady. You were innocently walking on the street when the tuxedo-patterned cat started following you. A large cat with big minty eyes surrounded by black fur like black bangs. White snout and jaw, pink nose, and a raspy meow. The tuxedo pattern was pretty similar to an actual suit, with a white chest and black fur over its back and limbs. White, sock-like paws, on the bigger side. Cute pink toe beans too. At the time, he was skinny and dirty, no collar around his neck, but you could tell he was long-limbed. He had a cut on his right eye, caked with blood.

“You alright, little guy?”

The cat seemed to scoff at you disapprovingly, as if to say, do I seem like a little guy to you?

“I guess you’re not a little guy. You have an owner?”

The cat’s response was headbutting your calf.

You took him back to your apartment and then it was doomed.

Why was his name Shooks? Well, actually, your cat’s name was Shooky, and it was because you tried many names to get him to respond to you – including, but not limited to, “you little shit” – and he responded to none of them except Shooky. For some reason, Shooky made him turn his black-and-white face around and look at you.

Shooky it was.

The first encounter was cute, but after you had fed him and given him a few pats, you gave him a good, hard taste of reality. Shooky was very upset about getting a bath for the first time. There had been a lot of angry meowing, although thankfully he hadn’t swiped at you very much. As soon as you got mostly undressed and sat in the bath with him, he seemed to relent. Maybe it was because you closed the glass door and he couldn’t leave.

“Do you see how dirty you are? You need a bath.”

He gave you a disapproving meow.

“Look, I even bought pet shampoo and you’ll get treats after. Come on, you.”

He was very displeased.

In any case, Shooky was now your primary companion, a large, long-limbed, fluffy tuxedo cat, following you around as you brushed your teeth and made breakfast, his new black collar jingling with a tiny silver bell. Every morning, you handed him his dry food first – he chomped down immediately – and made yourself some breakfast as he ate. Somehow your life now revolved around him, spending time looking up the best cat food (without paying an arm and a leg, you weren’t a sugar momma), making sure he was brushed (his hair got everywhere), telling everyone you needed to get home because you couldn’t miss his dinnertime (if you were a second late opening the door, Shooky would start meowing very exaggeratedly, like he was dying, what a drama queen). Was he annoying? Yes. Was he the best cuddle buddy? Also, yes. Kind of like a boyfriend, but better, because Shooky didn’t talk back.

You arranged your small dishes on the table. Tofu. Eggs. Pickled squash. Just enough for one. You sat down, holding your bowl of steamed rice.

A tuxedo furball jumped onto the table, licking his chops.

“Look here, this isn’t for you. Shoo.”

He settled onto the tabletop and stared at you as you ate.

Sigh.

-

Live with a cat was pretty similar to life without one.

Except for that weird habit Shooky had of sitting on your bathroom rug when you got out of the shower, scaring the shit out of you the first time. You lived alone, so you didn’t really bother closing doors, but you considered changing that. But it was just a cat. Also, he walked in here of his own volition. Not your fault if his eyes were scarred.

Shooky was a normal cat, but also a weird cat.

He slept a lot. Normal. He bit his paws sometimes. Weird. You figured maybe it was his nails, so you learned to trim them and he seemed better about it, but sometimes when he was stressed, you would notice fur missing from his little white socks. A lot of things could stress a cat. The internet taught you that. You brought him toys and played with him, but mostly he seemed to want you to sit down so he could plant himself in your lap. This make life rather difficult, so you decided it was time to invest in Netflix so you could at least use your time wisely.

This was for your cat, remember.

Yes, binging shows on Netflix was for your cat.

The weirdest thing was…

Shooky was always stressed when you invited a man into your home.

Maybe he didn’t like men. Something in his past, maybe? Could be. Come to think of it, did you even like men? That was a question for another day, but in any case, your cat always gave you this accusing stare when you brought a guy over, no matter how nice the guy was, even if the guy petted him very gently. Shooky never attacked them. He just glared at you like you had betrayed him somehow. How could that be?

What a needy drama queen.

You figured, eh, it didn’t really matter. He wasn’t trying to sabotage your chances of finding true love and all that stuff. 

Who are we kidding?

You’d settle for a simple good dicking.

Well, there was that one time.

That time you were in the middle of giving a guy a blowjob. It was going great. You were naked, he was naked, he had a tattooed arm – hot as fuck – and he was very vocally enjoying your tongue technology. Hey, you didn’t have many talents, but you had that going for you. Even if a guy was mildly apprehensive about banging you, once you got your mouth on his dick, it was game over. You mentally patted yourself on the back for doing such a good job.

Positive reinforcement, right?

Annnnnnnd then…

Your cat jumped onto your back and made you choke on his dick.

“Urk!”

“Oh, fu–”

All seven kilos right between your shoulder blades. Oof.

“Are you okay?” He was half-worried, half-laughing, and Shooky was climbing up your back, pressing onto your neck, one paw on the nape, trying to murder you by dick suffocation. It took both of you to lift you off the dick – sad – and Shooky left a few scratches on your neck, as if to communicate his distaste of your infidelity. The guy was really nice about it. Actually, he found it hilarious. You scowled at Shooky and he gave you that deadpan stare that all cats seemed to have. The rest of the night was hot and heavy like you wanted and you even eventually got to complete said blowjob, which brightened your spirits.

It was a little disorienting that your cat was watching you from his cat tree the entire time.

Creep.

Honestly, you would have kept dating that guy if he didn’t move to a different city. Sigh.

Eventually, you stopped bringing men over.

One, because Shooky. Two, because worldwide pandemic.

Sigh.

-

The night that changed everything was ordinary.

Too ordinary.

You were passed out on the couch, halfway into season six of American Horror Story, somewhat peeved because you wanted to watch the other seasons, but geez, season five had such a poor story and hard focus on gore that it slightly turned you off. That it was a lot, even for you. Season six was better, but slow. The first four seasons had really hooked you and the idea of them all being connected? Nutty. You wanted to watch all of it.

Idea of season five? Awesome.

Lady Gaga? Yeah, why not, you’d be seduced.

Execution? Eh… could be better.

Shooky hadn’t watched any of it. He just slept in your lap.

Subtitles really helped you out here. You didn’t understand how the English-speaking audience could hear the whispering parts, but maybe that was because your English was garbage. You could read better than listen.

At the moment, you weren’t reading shit.

You were half-tucked in a fuzzy black blanket with a tuxedo cat pattern. Did you see the tuxedo cat pattern and buy it immediately? Yes. Were you a crazy cat lady? Maybe. In any case, your head was cocked at an awkward angle on the couch cushion and your mouth was open, snoring away. Attractive. You were wearing mint-colored, striped pajamas, one arm hanging off the couch and the other on Shooky’s furry butt, because you had been petting him.

Netflix was doing that annoying thing where it was asking you if you were still watching or not.

You couldn’t respond.

Shooky was awake.

Your cat was staring at your laptop on your coffee table. It was open. An HDMI cable connected it to your television. Not a clean setup, but an effective one. Again, you lived alone. Who was going to judge you? Your tuxedo cat?

Pfft.

Your cat was awake.

He got off your lap and hopped to the coffee table, peering at your laptop. Then he did what any sensible cat would do.

He walked all over your keyboard.

Circling around and around, smashing all the buttons with his cute pink toe beans, looking for a comfortable spot before settling down and planting his fluffy body on top of it. Windows closed, tabs appeared, the volume got muted, your display settings got fucked, the usual.

The unusual part was that your cat was looking at the screen.

Your internet browser was open.

A video was playing on a mysterious website.

A handsome young man with a boxy smile was wearing a sienna floral dress shirt and sunglasses, oddly paired with flared violet pants. He was standing next to another young man with an angelic face who, for some reason, was wearing a pastel floral handkerchief around on his head and a white-and-navy tracksuit with black, red, and green stripes. They were standing in some weird set with a black tablecloth covered round table and a lavender crystal ball, crystal-like beaded curtains glinting in strangely colorful lighting.

There was no volume.

Your cat tilted his head at the screen, curious.

The man with the boxy smile was speaking excitedly, gesturing to the angelic-looking man who seemed to be in awe. A retro, old school graphic popped up, flowers surrounding a blocky orange and green serif font, mildly tacky but somehow endearing in its own way.

COULD WISHES REALLY BE GRANTED?

Your cat tilted his head the other way.

Your cat didn’t know Korean.

… Right?

Well, you did mostly speak to him in Korean. Maybe he was secretly fluent. He definitely knew, don��t fucking do that, because you would witness him doing the very thing you told him not to do right after you said it. Bastard. But you couldn’t bear witness to this now. You were knocked out on the couch.

Zzz.

Boxy-smile guy placed his fingers elegantly on his forehead, mock dismay on his features, acting as if he couldn’t believe the viewer’s skepticism. Angel-looking guy placed his hands in prayer position, the text now reading, I won’t believe you unless you prove it! Boxy-smile guy flourished to the camera, showing off his brilliant pearly-white smile, mouthing words unheard. Text appeared once more.

Make a wish, any wish!

Your cat closed his eyes and appeared to be asleep.

The video turned black and disappeared into purple sparkles.

Your internet browser unexpectedly closed.

-

You woke up with a painful stitch in your neck and Shooky nowhere to be found.

“Fuck…”

You tried to get up, but underestimated the cramp in your back and fell onto the hardwood floor.

“Fuck!”

You blamed the pandemic for fucking up your sleep schedule. Also, getting old. Fuck getting old and being an adult. Time didn’t stop just because you didn’t go to work. Well, not true. You did go to work; your work was just different now. You were YouTube video editor, which meant you were mostly edited video game montages now instead of travel vlogs. The work was slower now. People were getting discouraged, taking breaks, because, you know.

Pandemic.

Sigh.

Anyway, not the point. You were grateful that your work was mostly internet and computer-based. Not everyone was so lucky. You were also grateful that you didn’t work in an industry that was too negatively affected by the pandemic. It had started off as a hobby, but then the creators you were helping unexpectedly blew up, needing your help more and more. You fell into it by accident, but that’s how life was. Happy little accidents. You couldn’t complain. As long as you had some income to feed your cat and you, that was enough.

Speaking of cat.

“Shooky?”

No meow.

Huh.

He normally would meow or trot over to you when called. He was weirdly affectionate like that.

You were still on the floor, on hands and knees, crick in your neck and back aching. Ah yes, age was just a number until your back pain flared up due to repeated nights of unintentionally falling asleep on the couch. Lovely. You stretched out your back with a groan and yawned, cracking your neck.

“FUCK!”

That hurt. Ugh, you really needed to stop sleeping on the sofa. You untangled yourself from your blanket and headed to the bathroom, rubbing your neck. You still didn’t see your fluffy, seven-kilogram, kind-of-an-ass tuxedo cat, but whatever. He had to be in the apartment. He couldn’t exactly leave. He was a cat. What was he going to do, grow legs and opposable thumbs?

Pfft.

You shoved your toothpaste-covered toothbrush in your mouth and began brushing your teeth. You hummed, trying to remember if you had any deadlines. Eh, they were on your Google calendar. You would check it after washing up. You spat and brushed for a few more minutes, thinking about nothing. This was nice. Sometimes it was nice to think about nothing. No major problems to address, simply a chill and routine morning.

Seemed sufficient.

You reached over to the spit cup and put some lukewarm water in it before taking your toothbrush out and sipping some water to gargle the minty suds out.

You heard a deep, raspy voice call your name.

“Hmm?”

You looked in the mirror.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Your mouth was full of dirty toothpaste water, cheeks puffed out.

The voice called your name again, quietly.

Nervously.

Your eyes widened, staring into the mirror in shock.

A pale man was standing behind you, wearing your mint-colored duvet over his shoulders. Messy black hair to his rounded cheeks, dark brown cat-like eyes, small pink pout. His nose was a little red, as if he was cold. There was a black choker on his neck, with a silver bell. He was taller than you, and he looked very confused.

Also.

Pointed, velvety black ears on top of his head, white tufts of fur sticking out, flicking back and forth.

You spat all over your mirror in shock.

“Urk–!”

The man jerked back as you threw your head into the sink, hastily taking another cupful of water to rinse out your mouth because, WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON? Why was there a man in your apartment? With fucking cat ears? That moved? What kind of kinky shit was that? Were you dreaming? What the fuck?! You grabbed the hand towel from its hook and furiously wiped the dirty water off your mirror, completely convinced you were having sensory and auditory hallucinations. Did you drink last night? Accidentally buy groceries laced with LSD? Snorted three kilos of cocaine off a hooker? Who the fuck knows, but there was no fucking way that you let some fucking man in your home, because, one, pandemic and, two, Shooky–

You froze.

The pale man with black hair was still there, standing in the doorway of your bathroom, looking slightly disgusted, but also scared.

He said your name again. A question, almost like a raspy meow.

It was…

Familiar?

You violently wiped your bathroom mirror some more, nearly cracking the glass.

The man was still there, wearing your mint-colored duvet.

Slowly, slowly, you turned around to face this man, your neck cracking loudly, sending searing pain up the back of your head and reminding you that, nope, this is not a dream, and if it was, it was a very shitty dream because at least in a dream you shouldn’t actually feel pain. You looked up at this man, at his fluffy black bangs shading his dark attentive eyes and pale face, chewing on his lip, clutching your duvet around his body like a giant mint cloak.

The cat ears on his head twitched.

“Uh…”

You blinked at him, watching the ears.

“Do… I know you?”

He gave you an eerily recognizable deadpan stare. “I think you do.”

No way.

What?

No.

This wasn’t possible.

You’re drunk, high, or in purgatory.

(You did have sex before marriage.)

“S… Shooky?” you croaked.

The man took a deep breath and shook his head.

“Actually, my name is Min Yoongi.”

You blinked at him. “What? You have a name?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

Relief washed over you. “What do you mean, you guess? That means you’re a human being! With a birth certificate! Thank God, I thought you were my fucking cat for some reason, haha, that’s so fucking ridiculous–!” For some reason, the idea of a random stranger being in your home was much more comfortable to you than you damn cat becoming a human being, because for a hot second, you thought… but no, no, that’s stupid. “Speaking of ridiculous, these ears are crazy dude, they look almost real–”

You reached up and yanked on one of the velvety ears.

“Ow, what the fuck!”

Oh.

Oh my God.

OhmyfuckingGodthey’reattachedtohishead.

“What the FUCK?” you bellowed and a large pale hand shot out of the duvet to clamp one of his cat ears down, shrinking away from you.

“Stop yelling, please, I have sensitive hearing,” Yoongi winced, ticking his head, as if he was trying to flatten the other ear too, but couldn’t. His other hand was holding tightly to the mint duvet.

You saw a glimpse of a pale chest.

Your eyes widened into the size of saucepans.

His hand darted back into the duvet and clamped it shut from your bulging eyes, frowning. He quickly bundled himself up and straightened, thinning his mouth into a line. A few seconds passed. You gawked at him, jaw slack. The pale man sighed heavily.

“My name is Min Yoongi. My parents gave me that name. I don’t think I have a human birth certificate because I’m not a human. I am a cat. You used to call me Shooky, but Min Yoongi is my name, so I would appreciate it if you called me by my given name.”

Your jaw went even more slack.

“Cats… have names?” you squeaked.

Yoongi made a face at you. “Of course, we do. We are not savages.”

“B… But…” You frowned, shoulders falling. “You seemed to like the name Shooky…”

Yoongi shrugged his duvet-covered shoulders. “It sounded better than all the other names you suggested.”

You puffed your cheeks, placing your hands on your hips. “What was wrong with Tata? Or Chimmy? Or Cooky?”

Yoongi gave you a disapproving glare. “Well, perhaps in a parallel universe the name Shooky is somehow important to me. In any case, it was the best suggestion.”

You narrowed your eyes, frowning. “You little shit.”

“I especially disliked that one. Seemed a bit discriminating to our size difference…” He paused, looking down at you. “At the time anyway.”

Your hands fell, looking up at your cat. Er. Min Yoongi. “So, uh… Yoongi…?”

He tilted his head, peering curiously at you under his black bangs. “Hm?”

You pointed at him, gesturing up and down. “Why are you, uh… a man?”

He looked down at the duvet covering his body. You stared at your bedding wrapped around him. Why was he wearing it anyway? In fact, all you could see was a black choker with a silver bell. The mental lightning bolt suddenly hit you. Oh. Your neck began to heat. Your ears began to heat. Your whole face began to heat. Oh. Oh? Oh! Shooky – er, Yoongi? – whatever, your cat didn’t wear clothes. He only wore a collar… which meant…

It felt like your whole body was on fire with abrupt realization.

Yoongi looked up at your mint-pajama-wrapped, now tomato self still pointing at him.

“I don’t know why I’m a man.”

One of his eyebrows raised. Then Yoongi smirked.

An open-mouthed, amused smirk.

“And yes, I’m naked. Your clothes don’t fit me. I tried.”

-

Your cat, er, man? Cat-man? What even... never mind, Min Yoongi was sitting on your bed, still wrapped in your mint duvet like a key lime cake roll, waiting as you rummaged around in your dresser, searching for literally any piece of clothing that might possibly fit him. The problem was, you worked from home, so you didn't exactly own a plethora of different clothing options. Your daily wardrobe consisted of slinky black leggings...

"They're stretchy?" you suggested timidly. 

Yoongi had blinked at you. "I don't think so."

"It could work?"

He pursed his lips together. "I think you're forgetting something."

You gave him a blank look. "Huh?"

Yoongi gave you his deadpan stare. "I believe you are well acquainted with human male genitalia."

Oh.

Right. 

He had a dick.

You turned red and robotically shoved your leggings back into their place. A sudden thought flitted across your brain and you spun back to face him, blurting it out before filtering yourself. 

"Hahaha, good thing I never got you fixed, eh?"

Yoongi blinked very, very slowly. It was hard to tell if he was annoyed, amused, or wanted to murder you. In conclusion, typical cat behavior. 

"I'm not fond of the idea of castration, so I suppose so."

Awkward.

Your vet had suggested it, but since he had been an indoor cat and you weren't intending on getting another, you figured you wouldn't put him under the unnecessary surgery and it would help you avoid the cost. A little irresponsible? Maybe. But you were very careful not to leave the front door open and, so far, he hasn't had the chance to get some poor lady cat knocked up.

Unfortunately…

He knew you considered permanently removing his nuts. Yikes.

Sorry, Shooks. Er, Yoongi. 

In any case!

The other half of your daily wardrobe was sweatshirts, but Yoongi's shoulders were too broad for them and he was too tall. Why was he so big anyway? Well, he wasn’t exactly big, just long-limbed. You guessed he was actually on the leaner side, judging from the way the duvet wrapped around him and the brief flash of long fingers, slim forearm, and toned chest. He had been a larger cat.

Seven kilos turned into... him?

You suddenly started and yanked open your underwear drawer, shuffling through it to get to the back and pull out a neatly folded dark gray blob.

"I have this–"

"No."

The response was so forceful and dismissive that you froze, the dark gray fabric unfurling in your loose grip. It was a large men's sweatshirt, soft, charcoal, slightly acid-wash, covered with white paint stains. Eggshell white, to be exact. The exact paint color of this very bedroom, because you had worn it to repaint over that original disgusting beige color.

"Why not?" you inquired, holding it up by the shoulders. "It'll fit you, for sure. It used to be..."

Yoongi kept his completely neutral expression trained on you as you reached your revelation, his dark eyes observing every detail of your body's reaction to the memory. Your grip on the sweatshirt tightened. You felt your cheeks and ears heat, pulse roaring in your ears.

Oh.

Er, right, so…

That one time that Shooky – no, Yoongi? – jumped on your back and made you choke on a dick? Yeah, that guy. Tattoo guy. Yeah, well, before that incident, tattoo guy was the friend of a friend who offered to help you paint your apartment because he had experience working construction – “helped my dad fix-up a house to resell for a couple months,” he had said with his disgustingly cute, cheeky grin, making you nod like an idiot and your pussy throb with his endearing adorableness – and you had moved all the furniture out so you two could get it done quickly.

You had to put your cat in the bathroom.

You didn’t want him to breathe in the fumes or get paint on his luscious fur. It was for his own good.

Tattoo guy had appeared in said charcoal sweatshirt, black ripped jeans, and the most attractive thighs in the whole damn universe, just out and about, giant holes exposing tan skin and taut muscle. Your eyes widened, frozen at your front door.

Oh yeah, he had paint rollers too. You hadn’t given a shit about those in that moment.

He had noticed you staring and laughed sheepishly. “Sorry, I just wore the ugliest pants I own. It might get messy, you know?”

No, tattoo guy. No one thought your pants were ugly.

You sure as hell didn’t.

“Oh, yeah, that’s why I wore this gross t-shirt,” you said absentmindedly, referring to your four-sizes-too-large, free t-shirt that had been chucked at your head while walking past your university common area. It was a hideous chanteuse with magenta writing, a color combination that absolutely deserved to go to hell, and could not even be saved by the quirky, stylish, thrift-savvy TIkTokers of today. It was the ugliest thing you owned, so you wore it to repaint your bedroom.

Now you regretted it.

Tattoo guy looked you up and down. He smirked under his long black hair.

“Your body still looks great though.”

“… Urk?”

Didn’t really matter that you couldn’t conjure a sexy response, because, clearly, tattoo guy had made his decision leagues before arriving here. Painting a bedroom? Oh, yeah, you did that, and with way too much sexual tension. A man should not be that flirty while holding two paint rollers and speed painting your walls. What were you supposed to do? You barely knew the guy. All you managed to do was make awkward small talk to get to know him better. Then he took off his sweatshirt.

“Wait, that’s illegal.”

He had smirked at you, spinning the paint roller in his hand, white t-shirt molded to his body. “Hm?”

You were being mildly disrespected, but also you were gawking at his tattooed right arm and his blindingly beautiful forearms. Cough, no. You didn’t have a thing for attractive forearms. Wasn’t like staring at this muscular pair was making you weak at the knees or anything. Okay, maybe. But you weren’t going to say it out loud. Tattoo guy ticked his chin below you, to the floor. Your job was to paint the little nooks at the corners, ceiling, and baseboards. You spent a whole lot of your job sneaking glances at him and getting caught.

Shit.

“You missed a spot.”

You whipped your head to the floor, craning your head to look for it. A paint roller appeared beside you, pointing to a small sliver for nasty beige. He had a clear, silvery voice.

“Right here.”

You frowned at it and raised your paintbrush in warning to the offensive beige, ready to strike.

“… Noona.”

You started and fell over.

You sputtered, legs tangled, oversized shirt flipping up, trying not to drop the paintbrush and drawing a fat streak across the unpainted wall. You shook your head roughly, clutching the handle of the brush, cool draft floating up your shirt.

Tattoo guy appeared above you, grinning, his front teeth slightly too large and giving him the appearance of a rambunctious bunny.

“You alright?”

You felt your neck and ears heat. No, you were not alright. Yes, you were older, but that didn’t… that wasn’t the time… You didn’t expect it, that’s all. You tried very hard not to look at his thighs. Or his face. Or his chest. Just didn’t look at him. Also, you were pretty sure you were flashing him and pretty fucking sure you didn’t give a shit.

You coughed awkwardly. “Yup, I’m good.”

Back to copious sexual tension complemented by paint fumes.

Once the first coat was down, you two stood in the center of the room, surrounded by the plastic drop cloth, him banishing a paint roller and you a paintbrush. Challenge complete and it didn’t take you very long. Nice.

“We have to let it dry and then we can paint another coat,” he was explaining.

“It looks fine like this.”

Tattoo guy clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Once it dries, it will look uneven. Trust me.”

You frowned. “Okay. How long should we wait?”

“Couple hours, at least.”

A couple hours? You frowned more. “What are we supposed to do until then?”

He didn’t reply. You turned your head to face him and tattoo guy was staring at you with a smile.

Uh oh.

He was spinning the paint roller with one hand. You felt your ears and neck heat. He switched from his left hand to his right, seamlessly. Incredibly sexy. Were the paint fumes getting to you? You gulped, awkwardly gesturing to the paintbrush.

“Let me just… put this down…”

You turned around and balanced your paintbrush in the paint tray, only to gasp as your felt something foamy roll down your back, covering you with the strong stench of paint. It stopped above the curve of your ass, unable to roll smoothly any longer.

“Hmm, can’t get past your juicy ass, noona,” he teased.

You spun around, cheeks flushed, sputtering.

No, no. You didn’t forget tattoo guy’s name. You remembered it, even now. Remembered saying it in multiple different ways, even.

“Jeon J-Jungkook!”

In surprise, streaks of paint in your hair, him smirking, dropping the paint roller on the other plastic tray and somehow not tipping it over, thank goodness, him walking up to you, taking the bottom of your paint-covered chanteuse university t-shirt, leaning down to whisper hotly against your lips.

“Ah, sorry, it seemed like you didn’t like that shirt very much,” he breathed, sending your brain into overdrive with the heat against your skin, his knuckles brushing your thighs. “You can wear my sweatshirt instead, if you like.”

Your eyes widened, staring at him in shock.

“J… Jungkook…”

In breathlessness, heart pounding in your chest, gaze locked with mischievous dark chocolate orbs, his teeth catching his lower lip, tiny mole underneath revealed.

“Yeah?”

Why was his voice so deep? The tiny tip of his pink tongue darted out, licking his lips enticingly.

“… Noona?”

This man was illegal.

Your hands darted down and gripped his, catching your lower lip in your teeth as well, matching his lip bite, seeing the eagerness growing in his eyes.

Someone should call the police. Or an ambulance.

You grinned, cocking an eyebrow. “I don’t want to wear anything around you.”

But not for you.

There was a very loud meow from your bathroom, but before Jungkook could ask, you yanked your shirt up and over your head. He gasped and instantly it was lips on lips, messy kisses and stumbling to the living room were your bed, dresser, nightstands, bookcase, knickknacks, everything scattered everywhere, but Jungkook and you were too busy yanking off clothes and getting frisky to give a shit.

Yikes.

You stared at Yoongi now, red from head to toe, clutching the dark gray sweatshirt. He rolled his eyes and looked away from you.

“I… washed it?” you offered weakly.

Yoongi’s dark brows raised from under his black bangs. “Mmm, you forget that I have quite keen hearing. I’m not deaf like you, human.”

The color drained from your face.

Well.

Maybe, just maybe, Jungkook got you to wear his dark gray sweatshirt, forcing you – respectfully, he called you noona, after all – to get on your hands and knees for him, then make you wait in said embarrassing position with his sweatshirt bunched around your neck – because, er, gravity – while he casually made you watch him roll the condom on, highly amused by your impatient glare, only to move away and slowly shove his dick inside your soaking wet pussy and spank your ass until you backed up into him enough times to make yourself cum on his stiff length without him moving his hips.

Respectfully, of course.

“Fuck, noona, that was so fucking hot…”

“Jungkook,” you gasped breathlessly, ass stinging in glorious pain. “F-Fuck me, please.”

He made you scream.

He fucked your hard, making the bed creak, pounding you so roughly into the mattress that your fingers curled into the mint sheets, and when you gasped that you were close, he fucking stopped, the damn sadist, causing you to slam your fists into the bed and buck back into his crotch, Jungkook chuckling at your desperation. In your haze of begging for Jungkook’s cock, you heard a judgmental meow from your bathroom, but before you could address it, Jungkook seemed to have accepted your pleading and began to thrust into you once more, making you lose your train of thought and all thoughts in general, except your dire need to orgasm.

Jungkook had made you moan for hours.

Right now, however, Yoongi’s sharp look was making you mute. You were so mortified that you swore your soul stood up and walked out of your body, too ashamed to be in Yoongi’s presence any longer.

“Mmm,” the dark-haired man mused absentmindedly, pointed ears flicking.

From spitting onto the mirror to mentioning his possible castration to remembering that you had locked Yoongi in the bathroom for hours to have mind-blowing sex with Jeon Jungkook under the guise of repainting your bedroom walls…

Too bad life doesn’t have an undo button.

You suddenly remembered Jungkook pushing you up against the bathroom door, your leg hooked around his waist, his cock plunging in and out of you, lips on your neck, and your wrists pinned to the door, rattling it as he fucked you, whispering against your skin.

“You sound so fucking sexy, make more sounds for me, I’ll fuck you as much as you want, fuck you until you can’t think, can’t move, just to hear you say my name over and over…”

“Jungkook… f-fuck, you f-feel so fucking good, o-oh, Jungkook…!”

He pulled his lips away from your neck and smirked in your face.

“Yeah… noona?”

Respectfully.

“Fuck!”

Your back arced against the bathroom door as you came, pussy throbbing and spasming, the top of your head touching the wood, gasping Jungkook’s name in ecstasy, slamming your wrists against the door, Jungkook moaning as he came inside you, cock jerking inside the condom and swelling it with his orgasm, lips crashing down on yours and you whining pathetically into his mouth as he sucked on your tongue roughly.

A quiet, disapproving meow below you.

A master yikes.

You deliberately shoved the dark gray blob back into your underwear drawer.

Yoongi pursed his lips.

“Why is it in your underwear drawer, anyway?”

You slowly closed it, the wood snapping as the drawer touched the dresser.

Silence.

A crow cawed in the distance.

“You know what, let me make a trip to the convenience store…” was your hollow reply as you mechanically walked out of your bedroom, followed by a mint duvet.

“Do you know what size I would be?” came the husky, amused chuckle behind you as you pawed around your apartment for your wallet, two masks, hand sanitizer.

“I’ll just… buy a variety…”

“Or you could measure.”

You heard a rustle and you whipped your head around, only to see Yoongi’s cocked eyebrow and a slight bit of his exposed shoulders, collarbones on display, silver bell jingling. He yanked it back up, frowning at you.

“Are you a pervert?”

“N… no!”

You jerked away and hastily hooked the masks on your ears, fumbling with your sneakers before declaring, “I will be right back!” And then you threw yourself out the door.

Yoongi sighed, finally releasing his hold on the duvet.

“Ugh, so stuffy…”

His long black tail whipped about.

The door suddenly jerked back open and you plucked your keys from the side dish.

Only to see Yoongi fully naked, sleek black tail whisking around, blinking at you.

He was naked.

Really naked.

Very, one hundred percent, naked.

The mint duvet was pooled around his legs on the ground and Min Yoongi, who was formerly your cat Shooky, was a fair-skinned, long-limbed, lean-bodied, very attractive tall man, with velvety black cat ears and tail and – urk! – completely intact human male genitalia. Your neck, ears, cheeks, chest, ancestors from generations long ago, all turned red in embarrassment. Once again, you soul completely left your body in pure mortification.

“D… Don’t leave!” you blurted, snapping the door closed.

Yoongi just stood there, sighing as he heard the door lock and a body bolt down the apartment building stairs.

“You didn’t even change out of your pajamas…” he muttered, picking up the duvet.

-

"I can't wear these."

It was a few hours later. Thankfully, when you arrived home with your purchases, your cat... man was asleep, wrapped like a mint cake roll in your duvet. You tried not to think about his naked body on your bed, therefore ending up thinking about his naked body on your bed. 

"You need to wear pants! For..."

Dark eyebrows raised. 

"Decency!"

After getting home, you had spent the next thirty minutes hand-washing a black t-shirt, black boxer briefs, and loose black pants that were definitely too short but it was the only size available that could fit that waist, so you had to make do. You put the other shirts and underwear in the washing machine, but you needed to wash at least one outfit and hang it to dry. You tried to use the hottest water your hands could handle to sterilize the clothing, wincing at the blistering heat. 

You didn't know if Yoongi could get coronavirus but you weren't going to risk it. 

Eventually you placed everything on the drying rack and positioned your space heater on them to dry them off. 

Then you passed out on the couch. You deserved it, after working so hard.

Only to be woken up by Yoongi poking your shoulder roughly and telling you he couldn't wear the underwear and pants. 

He was still holding the duvet around his body and your neck was still regretting every second of sleeping on the couch. Ow. Too much physical labor. Quarantine had turned you into a formless potato. You sat up halfway, wincing. Ugh, pain. You jabbed your finger at Yoongi, who gave you a displeased narrowing of his eyes. 

"Put the pants on, you animal!"

Yoongi swept around the sofa, mint duvet and all, determined glint in his dark orbs, lips pursed in annoyance. You started, cracking your neck by accident, yelping in pain as you fell back against the couch.

Yoongi planted himself on top of you nimbly.

You froze.

Partly because you were shocked, but mostly because your neck seized a bit.

His legs were on either side of you, body still wrapped up, perfectly balanced despite the sudden leap, surveying you with a disapproving and discerning eye. The silver bell on his neck jingled with his movement. You could feel his calves against your knees.

His bare calves.

"Are you dumb?"

"What?" you croaked in response.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "You always forget things."

You blinked at him, confused, neck heating. "What are you talking about?" you snapped impatiently.

"This."

Thump.

You felt something long and furry hit your leg. Your body almost jerked up in surprise, but Yoongi hissed at you, making you lurch back, somewhat stunned at how cat-like it sounded. It was definitely a warning. You were still in your pajamas, slightly thinner material than your usual clothes. It had been cold outside, but your everlasting embarrassment had kept you toasty warm.

Like it was now, because you realized your clothed outer thigh was touching his inner thigh.

His naked inner thigh.

You let out a noise between shock and confusion.

"Urk?"

The long, furry thing brushed against your legs as Yoongi watched you reach your slow realization.

"O-oh... Right. You have a tail..."

He grunted, thinning his eyes into slits. "Yes, because I am a cat."

Highly debatable at the moment, but you were too busy remembering your cat also had a human dick and nuts. Well, not also. Only had? Well. Maybe if you had a seco–

No. No, never mind that. Yeah.

Never.

Mind.

You gulped, trying to suppress the rising heat in your ears and failing. "I can sew?"

Yoongi tilted his head, nose wrinkling a bit. Then he got off you, circling around the couch. You sat up, neck still hurting, but the warmth of your embarrassment somehow helping. Yes, great, trading temporary physical pain for lifetime mental embarrassment, only for such moments to be remembered at the most inopportune times to throw you off guard.

Awesome.

You visibly cringed before standing up, seeing Yoongi's hand snake out and nab the boxer briefs, making them disappear into the duvet. You saw the fabric rustle and then the briefs reappeared, chucked at your face.

Your head snapped back at the force, arms flailing.

"Mmphf!"

"Should be about four or five centimeters. Make it quick. It's hot under here."

You yanked the underwear off your face, scowling. "I'm not your maid!"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, black ears flicking. He was smirking at you. You narrowed your eyes. What was this guy so high and mighty for? If anything, he should be grateful that you even car–

"You're been cleaning up my literal shit for a few years now, so you are practically are my maid."

... Wait a second, he's right.

You growled and hauled yourself up.

-

An hour later, your cat was dressed.

Cat?

Man?

Whatever.

Min Yoongi was finally wearing clothes and not your duvet and your fingers stung like a bitch.

You ended up snipping a hole and using bias tape to seal off the raw edges. You didn’t own a sewing machine, so this was the next best thing you could think of without destroying your fingers by trying to imitate zig-zag stiches, although you ended up destroying your fingers anyway because you had to sew small, delicate stitches to attach the bias tape. The area was too high traffic to not reinforce.

Sigh.

“Please tell me you know how to use the bathroom by yourself from now on.”

Yoongi had raised an eyebrow.

“Of course. I’ve watched you enough times to know how to expel human excrement.”

Right. Because he was your cat. Don’t think about it too much. You were trying to take everything one thing at a time so you didn’t overwhelm yourself. Those were future-you problems. Why does he talk like that anyway? You didn’t even know how he knew Korean. Was it because you watched too much television? Yikes.

You rubbed your forehead, dismissing the discussion. “Good talk.”

You realized you would have to cut openings for his tail for all the underwear on the drying rack but, again, that was a future-you problem. Instead, you let him change in your bedroom and went to retrieve the laptop on your coffee table. Plugged it in and turned it on.

All your settings were wack.

“The fuck?” you muttered, resetting your display, volume, brightness, sigh, nearly everything. This only happened when a certain someone stepped on the keys when you weren’t looking. You raised your voice, still looking at the screen. “Did you fuck with my computer last night?”

“No. Oh, well, I did sleep on it,” Yoongi was saying as he stepped out of your bedroom. You growled in your chest, annoyed, but setting everything back into its place before opening your Google calendar. Nothing due immediately, thank god. “Er, maybe you shouldn’t…”

You looked up.

Oh.

Oh?

Oh!

Yoongi mussed his black hair, scratching at his velvety black ear. You noticed he didn’t have a set of human ears. Well, duh. That’d be weird. He was still wearing the black choker with the little silver bell on it. The t-shirt was nicely loose on his frame, the black standing out against his fair skin. The sweatpants were a little short on the ankle, the slim fit showing off his leanness. The sleek black tail swished back and forth.

He was… handsome.

Yoongi looked apprehensive, twisting his lips to one side. “Hmm.”

You blinked at him. “What?”

He shrugged. “Well, when I woke up as a human, I was cold, except for…” His hand ghosted towards his crotch. He pulled it away, waving it aside. “Mmm, never mind.”

You gave him a confused look and went back to your keyboard, typing away. Yoongi winced but you were too busy replying to an email to think too much about it.

-

We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to inform you of the following.

Min Yoongi had woken up on the coffee table, fucking freezing because humans didn’t have fur, and because his nuts and dick were getting roasted by your overheating laptop keyboard.

Upon waking up, he had a mild mental breakdown as you continued snoring loudly and unceremoniously, before scurrying away to the warmest place he knew – your bed, where he claimed the duvet and tried to figure out what the fuck was going on.

Is this real life?

He had poked at various parts of his new body, trying to figure out if this was a dream or a horrific nightmare.

As we all know.

Life is a horrific nightmare, so indeed, this was real life.

-

You jumped as Yoongi slumped down on the sofa next to you, sticking his head and ears into your view, blocking the computer screen.

“I’m hungry.”

You gawked at him.

“What a-are you d-doing?” you sputtered.

“I’m hungry,” he repeated. He had a bit of a raspy, almost growly voice at times, reminding you of a cat’s meow. His meow, in fact.

You scooted away, neck heating. Yoongi followed, prodding you.

“Why are you like this?” you grumbled irritably, smacking his hand. Yoongi persisted, as if you did nothing at all.

“This is how I get your attention, because you humans will ignore me if I don’t.”

“You’re a human too!”

“No, I am a cat.”

“Hello?” You grabbed his hand and jabbed at his palm, pointing to his thumb. “Cats don’t have thumbs!”

Yoongi yanked his hand out, shockingly similar to how Shooky used to pull his paw out when you were massaging his little white socks and he was over it. You noticed his cuticles looked a bit dry and torn up. Lately, Shooky’s paws had been a little chewed up too. You frowned at it, tilting your head.

Yoongi stood up and his tail whacked you in the face.

“Ow!”

“Feed me.”

You scowled, rubbing your cheek. Yoongi stared down at you, face expressionless.

Okay, your cat might be a man now, but he was still a borderline asshole, so not much had changed.

“Fine.”

-

You both stared at the bowl of dry cat food.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“What am I supposed to do with all this cat food then? I just brought it last week!”

“That’s your problem.”

You threw up your hands and cooked you both some lunch.

-

This was too much.

You know what you did when it was too much?

You took a nap.

You had dishes to clean, underwear to make tail-holes for, a cat that was now a man, an existential crisis to address, but you know what? You took a fucking nap instead. You left Yoongi with your computer and Netflix and told him to do whatever as long as none of it involved him leaving the house.

Yoongi had snorted. “What do I need to go out there for?”

“Awesome. I’m taking a nap.”

And you passed out.

Only to wake up groggily because your lungs were being crushed.

Actually no, it kind of felt like your whole torso was being crushed.

“Urk…!”

You fought with your sleepiness, somehow worse off than you had been before the nap, scrunching up your face ad blinking blearily. Head on memory foam pillow, check. Back on soft mattress, check. Black hair with sleek cat ears and pale face pressed on your chest? Check.

What, wait?

“Gah!”

You lurched and the head grunted, shoulders solidly pinning you down. He was under the mint-colored duvet. Yoongi, your cat that was now a man, was under the duvet.

UNDER THE DUVET.

“Stop yelling. Is that all you humans do? Yell?”

“Why are you – what are you doing here?” you hissed shrilly, trying to wiggle out from under him, but it was impossible. Yoongi was far too big now for you to throw him off.

“Sleeping, obviously,” he grumbled. “Or I was, until you started shouting.”

“Yes, but this is my bed,” you emphasized, realizing you could move your hands so you grabbed him by the waist, fingers grasping the black jersey fabric. You pressed inwards, hands molding to his sides.

Yoongi raised his head, squinting down at you.

You froze.

An oddly familiar gaze of accusation and uncaring. His eyes were dark brown, not the recognizable mint, but the effect was the same. Pink lips upturned, slightly annoyed.

And.

You suddenly remembered he was a man.

A man who was pressed down against you, long legs around your legs, broad chest to your chest, and shockingly attractive for someone who used to be a cat.

“I sleep in your bed all the time. What’s the difference?” Yoongi muttered.

What’s the difference?

The difference???

You’re a man!

A HOT MAN!!!

You struggled to find words, completely entranced by how close Yoongi’s face was to yours, watching his ears adjust slightly to pick up all the small sounds around him. You opened your mouth and it only made a tiny squeak. The pressure on your chest was becoming unbearable. You were so shocked that you completely forgot that you were still dying. You cleared your throat as Yoongi looked increasingly displeased.

“You… You used to be over the duvet…”

Yoongi yawned, nodding a little. “Yes, but it’s colder now. No more fur. I don’t know how you humans survive. Must be why you buy these warm things.”

Your hands were still on his waist. You pulled them away quickly and Yoongi frowned.

“Y-Yeah, but… you weigh a lot more now…” you croaked. “Can’t… breathe…”

Yoongi sighed heavily, as if this was a great disappointment. He slid off you.

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true.”

He nestled close to you and you still stunned, pin-straight body.

“Guess it’ll have to be like this instead from now on.”

Like this?

From now on?

Oh. Oh no.

Yoongi’s velvety, pointed ear flicked against your cheek, a low hum resounding in his chest.

-

part ii

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masterpost

[likeastarstar]

2:27 PM- Jimin

"I feel sticky," You groaned, stumbling through the door with Jimin.

"Oh baby," He joked, locking the door behind him.

The pair of you had the apartment to yourselves for once, Jimin tearing his shirt off instantly. Seoul was having a heat wave- it was disgustingly hot, even for the summer.

"That's not what I mean," You pouted, lifting your hair above your shoulders for some sort of relief. "I'm all sweaty and hot."

"I know- let's shower." Jimin nodded, kissing the top of your shoulder before tugging at the end of the linen dress hem at your thigh.

You lifted your arms and he pulled it off, dropping it on the ground beside his feet. His eyes immediately went to your chest, only flickering back to your face for a moment, "Geez- do you never wear a bra?"

You shrugged, thinking for a second, "Maybe once a week?"

"That's not very PG of you," he mumbled, watching your body as you walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on. You liked that he stared, You liked how much he loved your body. You weren't always the most confident girl, your body wasn't perfect. But when you had someone adoring you the way you were, it was easy to accept the flaws.

"You're not so kid-friendly yourself- take those off," You ordered, pointing to Jimin's pants. He stripped nude instantly, without a care in the world.

Jimin, unlike you, had a body that was virtually perfect. You could see the payoff of him leaving you alone in bed every morning to go to the gym, his muscles defined and his torso chiseled. You let him grab you by the waist and take your underwear off swiftly, pulling you against his body. "You can be as loud as you want tonight," he realized, kissing you messily.

You laughed and stepped into the water, Jimin running a hand through your hair to get it wet faster. If only he knew that it was the sounds he made that you craved.

[purpleyellow]

In the Soop

BTS 8th member

Sunny’s masterlist

“Suga talks about how he feels disconnected to Sunny”

a/n: Thanks to the anon for suggesting this scenario!! This situation happened before the breakdown but it’s a little relevant to the storyline. Your opinion is very important for me, send feedback and requests anytime 💜 Also, don’t be shy and interact a little, ask box is always open.

“Wake up sleepy head” J-Hope walked inside the room Sunny was occupying and started shaking her awake “You slept through lunch again”

Groaning and burying her face in the pillow, the girl started to slowly realize how bright the room was and also how empty her stomach felt. Yet, she still wasn’t awake enough to move, only mumbling out some nonsense as she rolled around.

“You’re not going to be able to sleep at night if you don’t get up now” Hoseok insisted poking her back until she finally opened her eyes “We got leftovers for you in the other house, go get them before they’re too cold”

“Okay” She sighed finally sitting up and watching him leave the room. 

The process of washing her face, brushing her teeth, and getting dressed took a little longer than normal due to her sleepiness. After putting on some loose pants and a tank top, the girl met the members doing puzzles downstairs, who ironically bid her good morning as she went out through the glass doors and made her way up to the smaller house.

“Sunny-ah” She heard somebody call her from the lake and turned around confused until she noticed a small boat with somebody inside.

“Is that Jin Oppa?” Sunny asked no one and waved back still a little lost. Shaking her head and going back to her destination.

Finally getting there, the girl first noticed a bowl of food resting on the counter, quickly going after it and picking up some chopsticks before turning around and realizing she wasn’t alone.

“Good afternoon for you too” Yoongi smiled amused before looking back to his book, Taehyung next to him too immersed in his game to even notice she had arrived. “Jimin went to wake you up when we were having lunch but you didn’t even move”

“I was having a very nice sleep” She mumbled in between bites and walked next to him, pulling out a chair so she could eat more comfortably “ How long are you going to be here for?”

“Uh?”

“I thought you had brought your stuff to work, that’s why you got the trailer, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I don’t plan on doing that the entire time” He chuckled, making her hmm in agreement.

“Some of my equipment came too. I know they said not to bring too much technology but it felt like part of me was being left behind if I didn’t have at least an iPad” She chewed and pointed at him with her chopsticks “They haven’t left my carrier yet so maybe that’s good”

“I’m so proud of you,” Yoongi immediately said seriously, causing her to choke up on some of her food and cough startled. The boy in question only laughed amused at her reaction “Geez, I know I don’t say it often but you don’t have to be this dramatic”

“Sorry, but it really came out of nowhere”

“You just built a very nice work ethic, I’ve been noticing for a while and wanted to say I’m proud” He smiled giving her a nod and Sunny averted her eyes, still a little taken back.

“Thank you,” She mumbled, taking another bite and Suga laughed again.

“It feels like whenever we talk I’m always asking you to do something or evaluating your work. And I know it’s not going to change, let’s be honest here” He made a pause allowing her to giggle “Just thought you should know we’re all very proud of you”

The boys rested the forgotten book on the table and leaned back on his chair “I’ve been a little taken back lately because I’ve been realizing how independent you are with your stuff. I never felt the need to check to see how you’re progressing because you seem to find a way of improving slowly”

Without knowing what to say, Sunny just nodded staring at the ground. Slowly raising another bite, she looked up to find him laughing at her uncomfortable stance.

“You don’t have to be like that” Playfully kicking her leg, Yoongi picked up the book again, though he didn’t seem like he was going back to read it “You can talk to me about anything. I understand I’m not the first person you come to share your worries with, but part of me wishes you were as comfortable to share what’s on your mind as you are with asking for work-related stuff”

“I didn’t know you were feeling like this” Sunny frowned for a second but stopped to take another bite. Placing a hand over her mouth, she managed to say after a while “It’s not really you, I-”

“Chew first, Sunny” Yoongi chuckled before they fell silent.

“I think I struggle with asking for help in general. Or maybe not, I can’t really tell” Shrugging she placed the bowl in her lap “I have it in my mind that I should be able to navigate through situations alone, so when somebody needs to step in I feel kind of bad asking for someone that has so much on their plate like you”

“I’m there for all seven of you, so don’t worry about thinking twice. And, looking back, maybe I have part of the fault too. The other members, especially the older ones, tend to take care of you a lot. And I noticed I’ve never really done that. Maybe it’s because subconsciously I knew how you were always so independent, I kind of agreed to just let you go with life”

“You didn’t need to be on my back all the time, I do appreciate that you trusted me”  

“I know, I just feel like it brought a barrier in between us. And maybe it can lead you to think I don’t care about you. Honestly, I don’t have the best track record considering-”

“Oppa, we’re fine. Let it go” Sunny rolled her eyes when noticing what road he was going down.

“Just talk freely if you ever need help” Yoongi nodded and she did it back. A comfortable silence falling in the room until Taehyung looked around, taking off his earphones when he noticed her presence “Oh, you’re awake!!”

[pinkyhim]

Little Mix Up (m)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 3.4k

theme: enemies to lovers  

 rating: explicit.

warnings: Swearing, ear biting, dry humping, dirty talk, no protection (use protection peeps), hair pulling, wet dreams lmao, marking/hickeys, fingering, slight pain kink?, jk is kind of possessive?, squirting, jk is a big boy (aka he has a big ding dong), slight overstimulation,Jungkook is cute in this uwu,

summary: A little camping trip mix up has you stuck in a tent with your enemy Jeon Jungkook, nothing could go wrong right?

Author’s Note - I originally posted this on another acc but I decided to delete it and just post it on here, Hope you guys enjoy this little piece of shit story :)

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You were not excited about this "healthy" little camping trip that your parents planned up, especially when you heard that the Jeon family was tagging along. You always tried your best to be gracious to them mainly because your mom was forever fixed on you, becoming friends with their only son, Jeon Jungkook. Now he was a problem, you honestly weren't sure why he always loathed you, but now, you don't even care. And for some reason, your mother wanted you to become friends with an asshole like him.

"I'm not going" You stated to your mother for the fourth time this morning, "Well, Y/N, it's not like you have a choice" Your mother responded as you let out a huge groan "I don't wanna go!" You say stomping your foot pouting. "Y/n pouting might work on your father, but not me, so start packing." She responds as you roll your eyes and stalk over to your room flinging the door shut to make your point. You didn't want to go on this trip if it wasn't obvious enough, Your mother wanted to get you and Jungkook in some kind of relationship of sorts but no way in hell were you ever going to date some jerk like Jungkook. You always tried to become acquainted with Jungkook but he continuously blew you off. You sighed laying down on your bed to call up your best friend Park Jimin.

He answered with "What?" You could hear something shuffling in the background "Oops, did I catch you at a bad time?" You said grinning "Nah, I was just scrolling on the internet" He responds and you hum "So what did your mom say?" He asks and you groan "I have to go to the camping trip with the Jeon family" You grumbled as Jimin chuckled "C'mon I'm sure it's not going to be that bad" You laugh dryly "Well obviously you think that because Jungkook is not a complete asshole to you." You say as your mom yells at you at hurry up "Shoot I got to go" You say your goodbyes to Jimin and hang up. Sighing you walk over to your closet and grab a backpack and fill it with necessities. After you finished you walked downstairs to see only Jungkook and your mother. "Um, where is everyone else?" You ask looking at your mother as she smiles "Didn't I tell you, sweetie? It's only going to be you and Jungkook"

Your jaw fell open as you saw Jungkook roll his eyes. Before you could argue with your mother she pushed you out of the house as you stood there completely baffled as Jungkook stood there staring at you. You saw your mother looking out the window so there was no chance of you going back inside to the safety of your home so with your head hanging low you dragged your feet inside Jungkook's black vehicle. Jungkook got inside without a word as he started driving. You were confused as hell, not because of what your mom did, naturally you expected her to pull something like that. What confused you is why Jungkook would agree if it was just going to be you two.

You pulled your phone out and sent a text to Jimin.

Y/N→Jimin you need to come and save me ಠ_ಠ

Jimin→ ????

Y/N→ My mom fucking tricked me!!!!!! She lied, and now I'm going camping with only Jungkook ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ

Jimin→ Lol have fun.

Y/N→ BRUH ur supposed to save me you dick I'm going to die if I spend a weekend with this fuckface next to me ಠ╭╮ಠ

Jimin→ You won't be complaining when you get laid ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Y/N→  WTF does that mean?!?!?!?!??!!?

You shoved your phone into your pocket as Jimin went offline. You glanced over at Jungkook who was focusing on the road. You weren't going to lie he was handsome as fuck if he wasn't such a dick you might have actually fallen for him. Luckily for you, that didn't happen.

You stared outside the window wondering why Lady luck just seemed to hate your guts, After a while, You decided to break the uncomfortable silence, “Why did you agree?” You ask Jungkook as he huffs out a breath in annoyance, "I had no choice," He mutters out as you roll your eyes, "What? Did you think I would want to go camping with a weirdo like you?" Jungkook questions smirking as you whip your head towards him "What the fuck did you just say, Jeon?" You ask hands gripping the black leather seat tightly, "You heard me Y/N, Knowing you, you'll probably just masturbate the whole time" Your eyes went wide, as you remember that dreaded day where your mom decided to just let Jungkook waltz inside your room.

"Oh, You're here for Y/N?" Your Mother asks Jungkook as he nods, "Well, She's in her room," Your Mother responds as Jungkook gives a small thanks before making his way to your room. When Jungkook reached it, he heard some weird noises, Since he clearly has no sense of privacy or manners he swung the door open and caught you red-handed with your fingers knuckle deep inside your wet core, "Holy shit!" Jungkook shouted not able to tear his eyes away from the sight as your eyes snapped open, "What the fuck!???! Get out!" You yelled, attempting to cover yourself with your blanket but to no avail, Jungkook ran out of your room slamming the door shut leaving you sitting there with a beet-red face.

You blush a crimson color, "Shut up," You state as Jungkook scoffed, "Why did you even masturbate in the first place, You knew I was coming over for the project," Jungkook said as you averted your gaze from him, "W-Well maybe that wouldn't have happened if you just knocked," You respond slightly gnawing at your bottom lip, "Well if you weren't so eager for a date with your fingers, maybe I wouldn't have caught you," Your blood started to boil once you heard the words fall from Jungkook's mouth, "Excuse me?" You ask as you turn your head to see the smug look painted on Jungkook's face, "C'mon Y/N, We both know that the only thing that has touched you in the last three months was your right hand,"

You were about two seconds away from actually murdering Jungkook, but you decided that jail wasn't worth it so you just grumbled and turned away, ignoring Jungkook as you heard him laugh, deciding to distract yourself from him, you grabbed your phone and started to mindlessly scroll through social media, you stopped on a particular post that had your ex's face, you were certain that you had blocked him so you were surprised to see his face, you cringed at the horrible caption "What I do When I see someone pretty, I stare, I smile, Then I get tired and put the mirror down" You sighed as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, deciding to just take a small nap as your eyes fluttered shut,

You were awoken by the sound of Jungkook, "Y/N, Wake up, We're here" Jungkook spoke lightly pushing your shoulder, deciding to be stubborn you just let out a "hmph" before turning away, Jungkook rolled his eyes at your actions before grabbing both of your shoulders and start to viciously shake you, your eyes snapped open as you yelled, "Geez, What the fuck Jeon?!" You shoved his hands off of you as he scoffed, "I just wanted to warn you that your loud snoring might attract bears," Your eyes widen as you blushed, embarrassed, you stepped outside of the car murmuring "I don't fucking snore," You heard Jungkook snort at that "Yeah, right," He said chuckling, you cursed him under your breath before you took in the beautiful view of nature, the smell of grass and bark calmed you as you took a deep breath in, sadly you were broken from your trance as you heard Jungkook speak yet again "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me set up the tent," You could hear the annoyance in his voice, turning your head you saw Jungkook standing there with his hands on his hips looking like an angry child who didn't get their way, you bit your bottom lip holding back your laughter, "I don't know, I think I'll just stand here" You responded copying your posture to look like Jungkook's, "I don't have time for this Y/N" Jungkook spoke as you rolled your eyes, after a minute of watching Jungkook struggle to set up the tent alone you decided to cave in, making your way to Jungkook you helped him set it up, after another couple minutes of confusion Jungkook finally managed to set it up,

By that time the sun was already setting, you were surprised to see that there was only one tent, "Where's the other tent?" You ask as Jungkook turns his head towards you "What other tent?" He responds as you shake your head "There's no way in hell I'm sharing a tent with you," You say as you point your finger at Jungkook as he rolls his eyes, "Then why don't you just sleep in the car, you seemed to be comfortable sleeping there," He responds unfolding a chair for himself before sitting down, You let out a sarcastic laugh before walking over to him,

"No way!" You state stopping right in front of him, "Why don't you sleep in the car?" You ask doing a bad impression of him, Jungkook chuckled lowly before bringing his gaze up to you, you started to blush and fidget slightly under his gaze, You heard Jungkook murmur something under his breath, "What?" You ask, suddenly Jungkook grasped your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap, shocked, you let out a little squeak before Jungkook leans his head towards yours, his lips ghosting above yours before whispering in your ear "I said, you're such a fucking tease," You gasp as you feel him lightly nibble on your ear,

You felt as if you were hypnotized by him, you suddenly yearned for his touch,  more than you would like to admit, suddenly you seemed to have snapped out of your trance as you jumped off of his lap as if he had burned you, your breathing labored as you spoke, "I-I guess we could share," You spoke meekly before Jungkook smiled and said "Great,"

After eating some instant noodles, since both you and Jungkook can't cook worth of shit, You ran off into the forest using the excuse "I have to go the bathroom," After you were a reasonable distance away, you grabbed your phone and texted Jimin,

Y/N→ Jimin I need to speak to u ASAP

You waited a couple of minutes before Jimin replied,

Jimin→ What is it?

Y/N→Okay I know this is going to sound crazy but I think I like Jungkook

Jimin→ (·̿Ĺ̯·̿ ̿) you woke me up for this bullshit,

Y/N→DUDE I'm serious, so basically, I was arguing with Jungkook because there was only one tent and there was no way I was going to share with him, and the SUDDENLY he pulls me onto his lap and calls me a FUCKIN TEASE LIKE WTFFFFF,

Jimin→So now u want the jungcock?

Your eyes went wide as you read the text Jimin sent,

Y/N→ tbh...kinda

Jimin→HA I KNEW IT,

Y/N→WHAT SHOULD I DO?!

Jimin→ How am I supposed to know? ur the one trying to get into Jungkook's pants, not me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Y/N→ Geez Jimin, you're a big fucking help

Jimin→ Thank you, I try （。ˇ ⊖ˇ）

You ran your hands through your hair as Jimin goes offline, "I'm screwed" You mutter before making your way back to the tent, Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as you saw Jungkook changing right out in the open, You couldn't help but shamefully gawk at his incredibly hot back, how is somebody this good looking? You felt your blood run cold as Jungkook turned around, his eyes meeting yours. Luckily, it seemed like he didn't notice you, he slipped his shirt on before going inside the tent,

You let out a breath of relief, heading over to the car to grab your bag and quickly change into your sleepwear, you started to feel anxious as you realized that you and Jungkook would be sleeping next to each other, You pulled your phone out to check the time 10:48 PM it read, You started to consider just sleeping in the car but you wouldn't allow Jungkook that satisfaction, taking your shoes off you slowly unzipped the tent open, poking your head inside, you saw Jungkook laying on his side you assumed that he was already asleep, cautiously stepping inside you zipped the tent back up before laying down far away from Jungkook.

Not wanting to take your phone out in case it might wake Jungkook up you laid on your back staring at the top of the tent, slowly but surely you ended up falling into a deep sleep,

Jungkook roughly tugged on your hair forcing you to look at him while he mounted you, filthy sounds were falling out of your mouth as you felt tears whelming up from the mixed pleasure and pain you were experiencing, Jungkook leaned down and whispered into your ear "Who knew you were such a slut for my cock Y/N" You felt your high nearing you as you felt even more turned on by the wet slaps of skin that echoed throughout, "J-Jungkook I-I'm go-gonna-" Jungkook cut you off "Hm? You gonna cum all over my cock like the dirty little slut you are?" You nodded multiple times, as you shut your eyes feeling your high approaching quickly,

You woke up in a sweat, you were breathing heavily as you felt your panties stick uncomfortably to your folds that were slick with your juices, "Jungkook," You breathed out unintentionally, "Yes Y/N?" Your head snapped over to the voice as you saw Jungkook laying there, brown eyes filled with lust focused on yours, Jungkook pulled you close to him, you could feel his breath on yours as he stared deeply into your eyes before speaking, "You were thinking about me weren't you?"

You knew that you weren't going to get away with lying to him so you just nodded, focusing your gaze anywhere but Jungkook, You can sense him smirking as he grabbed your wrist and placed it on his very prominent bulge, Your eyes grew wide as Jungkook spoke lowly, "Look at what you did to me Y/N, You're going to fix it," Jungkook growled as he smashed his  soft buttery lips onto yours, your hands found their way to Jungkook's hair as you lightly tugged at it making him let groan, You felt Jungkook snake his hands towards your shorts before hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down, You let out a whimper as you felt Jungkook rub his clothed cock onto your damp panties, Jungkook took the chance to shove his wet tongue inside your mouth, your warm tongues danced together as you let out little moans from the friction Jungkook was creating from rocking his hips back and forth, Jungkook moved his hands towards your ass and gave it a light smack making you yelp, you could feel him smirk before he broke the kiss, you whined slightly making him slap your ass again this time more rough making you moan out, "You're so fucking hot Y/N" Jungkook whispered in your ear before biting lightly making you mewl in want, You felt Jungkook lightly tug on your panties before looking up at you "Can I?" Jungkook asked face completely flushed, He had a little drool on his pink lips but you didn't mind, "Y-Yes," you responded before pulling him in for another wet kiss,

Jungkook tugged you panties off making you shiver as the cold air hit your dripping core, you felt Jungkook run a finger along your folds making you cry out in pleasure, Jungkook pulled away as he looked at you, his dark brown orbs seemed to hold the entire universe, "God, Y/N you don't know how long I wanted you," He spoke before gently pushing a finger into your core, you let out a choked moan as he started to pump fast adding another finger inside you, you felt complete and utter euphoria as his long digits pumped into dripping your core, the wet squelches were loud as you   clenched around his fingers tightly, "You don't know how much I wanted to fuck your drenched pussy the day I saw you touching yourself," You felt yourself growing closer and closer with each word that came from his mouth, "You're mine Y/N" Jungkook snarled as he put his head in the crook of your sensitive neck and started to suck love bites onto your skin making you moaned loudly as your release hit you hard, you started to get extremely sensitive as Jungkook pulled his finger's out of your core as you breathed heavy,

After coming down from your high you grabbed Jungkook's wrist, "I want you," You whispered as he smirked, "You want me?" You blushed hard as you nodded making Jungkook let out a small laugh, "You're so fucking cute," He says blushing "C-Can I take off your shirt?" He asks making you blush also, unable to form any words you nod meekly, Jungkook starts by taking off his own making you marvel at his toned body, running your fingers down his abs he shivers a little bit before pulling his gray sweatpants down, your eyes went wide as you saw his thick member that was confined in his briefs, Jungkook started to gently pull off your t-shirt before unclipping your bra and tugging it off, "God, You're so beautiful," Jungkook breathed out as he pulled you in for a soft kiss, you felt Jungkook lightly nibble on your bottom lip making you whine into his mouth, After pulling away Jungkook started to take off his briefs, His member was beautiful, his tip a light pink, veins that were adorned from the base to the tip, it looked as if it was sculptured by the heavens, Jungkook started to rub the tip along your core gathering your sweet juices, You grabbed his wrist halting his movements, "I-It's been a while since.." You spoke as Jungkook had a warm smile on his face before gently kissing you "I'll take care of you," He responded his gentle voice calming you down,

You felt tears well up in your eyes as he started to push inside your core, you could feel everything, every crevice, every vein, everything, and you loved it, despite the light pain you loved the feeling of Jungkook, Jungkook let out a strangled groan as he bottomed out stopping a moment to let you adjust, "Please move," You begged, that was all he needed before starting a fast pace, his hips snapping as you cried out in pleasure, filthy sounds falling from both of your mouths, the skin slapping filled the entire forest as you felt your high approaching quickly, you were on cloud nine, you started to scream out in pleasure when Jungkook's fingers found their way to your overly sensitive clit rubbing small circles, "J-Jungkook I'm going to c-cum!" You moaned out as Jungkook's thrusts started to get fast and sloppy, the wet smacks from his cock entering and exiting your wet core made you whine loudly, You felt your orgasm come when Jungkook lifted one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder, the new position hitting your sweet spot, you moaned loudly as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you swore that it was the hardest you ever came in your entire life you started to see stars, "Holy shit! You just squirted Y/N!" But you could barely hear Jungkook as you started to get overstimulated, you adored the feeling of Jungkook roughly pumping his member inside your sensitive core, "A-Ah Y/N I-I'm gonna cum" Jungkook groaned out before pulling himself out and spilling white ribbons of his seed onto your stomach,

Jungkook collapsed next to you breathing heavy a light sheet of sweat covering both of you, "C-Can I cuddle you?" Jungkook asks as you turn your head towards him, you smile gently as you see the deep blush that painted his face, Who knew Jeon Jungkook was soft, "Sure," You murmured as Jungkook wrapping his arms around your body the skin on skin contact making you blush,

Maybe this little camping trip won't be a complete drag after all

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Chapter 26 - Friends

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“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” Jimin asked, throwing himself down on the couch next to Y/n. “I feel bad leaving you here all by yourself.” 

“You don’t have to babysit me, I’m fine!” Y/n insisted. “It will be nice to have some alone time.” Jimin looked at her doubtfully. Y/n really didn’t want to be alone, but to stop Jimin from going and spending time with his boyfriend would be selfish.

“I just don’t want you to be lonely.” Jimin frowned at her. The corners of Y/n’s mouth twitched up. 

“You’re sweet,” She smiled. “But, get the hell out before I make you.” Y/n shoved Jimin away from her on the couch and rutted herself further into the plush cushions. Jimin laughed lightly as he got up. 

“I might not be back until the morning.” Jimin said, turning towards the door of their shared brick apartment. Y/n nodded.

“Be safe. I love you!” She yelled at his retreating back. Jimin flashed a bright smile over his shoulder before running out into the drizzling rain. Y/n sighed and pushed herself impossibly farther into the couch. She tried to bring her attention back to the tv which played reruns of Keeping Up With The Kardashians, but as it had been for weeks, Y/n could only focus on one thing. She shut her eyes tight as if that would close off her mind to the abusing memories, but thoughts of Jungkook continued to consume her. She missed him. The thoughts made her angry, happy, and sad. It made her feel hated and loved simultaneously. 

“Stop” Y/n murmured to herself. Jungkook couldn’t be a part of her life. At least not romantically. It wasn’t in the cards and the world had made that clear. Thinking about him would only make Y/n lonelier than she (and Jimin) knew she already was. 

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An hour later, the smell of brewing coffee filled the small, brick kitchen. Y/n stood leaning against the counter, wrapped in a large quilt. She had changed into plaid pajama pants and an oversized, black Ramones t-shirt. Rain poured hard against the window facing the street. Lights blurred behind the water droplets so that low light filtered into the kitchen. Y/n thought about the conversation she had with Jungkook the day before. His reaction after finding out Y/n’s mom died stuck with her. He seemed worried and concerned. Y/n wished her mom was here. Somehow, she would know exactly what to say and do. The silence in the kitchen was almost eerie, but the familiar room comforted Y/n. Looking at the oven, she thought that she should bake some bread for Yoongi and Hoseok.

The loud, sudden noise of knuckles on wood made Y/n gasp and reach for her heart. 

“Geez” Y/n said, shaking her head at herself. Dropping the heavy quilt on the couch, Y/n rushed to the front door. Y/n wasn’t expecting anyone, so it could only be Jimin. “Did you forget your keys?” 

The rest of the sentence died in Y/n’s throat. Standing under the awning, dripping slightly from rain, was Jungkook. 

“Hey,” Jungkook shouted over the rain. He smiled awkwardly. “Can I come in?” He gestured past Y/n into the apartment. Realizing her mouth was hanging open unattractively, Y/n shut it and stepped back to make room. Jungkook came in and shut the door behind him, leaving the apartment uncomfortably quiet. The scent of fresh rain and teakwood cologne surrounded Y/n and she pushed down the urge to take a step closer. Jungkook shrugged off his grey rain jacket, leaving him in a black sweatshirt and blue jeans. He looked down at Y/n and smiled again. Rain collected at the ends of his hair and dripped onto the sweatshirt and the floor. Unfortunately, it reminded Y/n of the last time she had seen Jungkook soaked in rain. The first time her heart broke. 

“What are you doing here?” Y/n asked, thankful her voice was steady.

“After we talked yesterday, I remembered something..” Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck and a light flush covered his cheeks. “I’m sorry I didn’t return it sooner, I didn’t know what it might mean to you..” Jungkook reached inside the pocket of his sweatshirt and pulled out a battered, slightly dirty, blue baseball cap. 

Y/n’s eyes widened as she took the hat in her hands. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. The hat was torn on the brim and on the large, red patch at the front that said Motors Racing Team. It wasn’t cute and people had told her so, but all through high school Y/n had worn the beaten hat. Her mother had even offered to buy her a new hat or several new hats, as long as she stopped wearing the old monstrosity, but Y/n refused. She liked the hat because it belonged to her mom.

“You left it at my house before we broke up in high school and I held onto it.” Jungkook explained. Y/n clutched the hat tightly.

“Thank you,” She said, hoarsely. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words, but the old hat meant the world to her. Y/n hastily wiped at her eyes. “Um, do you want some coffee?”

“Yeah, that would be great.” Jungkook nodded. He followed Y/n into the small apartment and watched silently as she poured two cups of coffee. Y/n handed Jungkook a mug and gestured for him to follow her into the living room. Jungkook sat on the far end of the couch and Y/n curled up on the opposite side. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them loosely. Y/n sipped at the brown liquid. It was bitter and burned her tongue, but it forced her muscles to relax slightly. 

“Where’s Jimin?” Jungkook asked. He looked at Y/n over his mug. 

“He’s at his boyfriends house tonight.” Y/n answered. Jungkook frowned at her. 

“You’re here all alone?” He asked. Y/n shrugged. Why did everyone think she couldn’t handle being alone? “It’s almost as quiet as my apartment in here.”

“What do you mean?” Y/n laughed. It occurred to her that was the first time she laughed in weeks.

“Well, Jin moved out of our apartment to be with his wife, so it’s always quiet there. I assumed your house would be loud and bright, I guess.” Jungkook explained. Y/n raised her eyebrows as he spoke.

“Is it too dark and scary for you?” She asked. Jungkook let out a barking laugh. 

“No, it’s just quiet.”

“It was quiet when you were here before.”

“Yeah, but it didn’t feel like it,” He said quietly. Y/n didn’t question him. “Do you remember the day your mom caught us making out and she was so mad she banned me from your house for a week?”

Y/n laughed again. “I had to beg her to let you drive me to school.” Jungkook chuckled. The laughter died and the two were left in silence again. 

“I’m really sorry for not being there when she died.” Jungkook said, somberly. He met Y/n’s eyes and she could see true regret and sadness. 

“It’s okay.”

“I wish I would have been.” He said. “I should have been.”

Y/n forced down the lump in her throat. “I know.” Her voice was merely a whisper. Jungkook looked down at his coffee.

“You know, we were always friends above anything else.” He said. “We could still be friends.”

Y/n felt her heart tug. Her whole body wanted to fling herself into Jungkook's arms, but she kept herself under control.

“Yeah, okay.” Y/n said. Jungkook looked up at her in surprise. “We can be friends.”

Y/n thought that the smile on Jungkook’s face could be her own personal sunshine. Y/n tried to force down her own smile. 

“Great.” Jungkook set his cup down on the coffee table and wiped his hands on his jeans. “I should probably get going. It’s late and I have to work in the morning.” He stood from the couch and Y/n followed him to the front door. She turned awkwardly to face Jungkook. Should she hug him goodbye or just let him leave?

“Uh,” Y/n stuck her hand out awkwardly. “I’ll see you later.”

Jungkook scoffed, but shook her hand. “Yeah, see ya.”

He took off running into the rain, trying to reach his car without becoming completely soaked. Y/n shut the door and locked it. She padded over to the kitchen and picked up the discarded hat again. Friends, Y/n thought. She tried to convince herself that she was okay with this. This was enough and Y/n was perfectly happy being just friends with Jungkook. She could ignore the pounding in her chest, the heat of his skin, and the butterflies in her stomach that were trying to force her to the front door. 

“It’s for the best,” She said aloud to herself. “We’re not meant to be together.” 

Even if every piece of her heart told her she wanted to be with Jungkook, there was too much bad history.

But, he made up for the history.

But, the law was expelled. There is no reason to be together.

But, you love him.

I do not love him!

You want to be with him.

“I am talking to myself!” Y/n yelled in frustration. There was no one in the kitchen to tell her she was crazy.

For the second time that night, Y/n jumped at the sound of knocking on the front door. 

“Oh, what now?!” Y/n stomped over to the door and threw it open. Jungkook was soaked to the bone and out of breath. His eyes blazed with determination and he shook his head.

“I can’t be friends with you,” Jungkook said. Y/n made a noise somewhere between a sob and a laugh before Jungkook rushed forward and kissed her. 

Jungkook wrapped his arm around Y/n and pulled her to him completely, slamming the door behind him. Her heart was beating faster than Y/n thought possible. In a second, Y/n’s internal battle was won and Jungkook was holding the trophy. Everything she was belonged to him and, for the life of her, Y/n couldn’t think of a reason not to give it to him. 

She felt her bones melt when Jungkook traced the seam of her lips with his tongue. He pulled back to look at her, and only then did Y/n realize her face and clothing was soaked from the rain on Jungkook’s clothes.

He didn’t say anything. Jungkook just looked at her as if waiting for Y/n to tell him to stop. Y/n lifted her arm from his neck and brushed the wet hair away from Jungkook’s forehead. Jungkook looked at her seriously.

“Come to bed with me.” He said. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat.

Time seemed to stand still. Nothing moved and no one breathed. But, she didn’t need the time. Y/n had decided that everything she could give him, she would. 

“Yes,” Y/n agreed.

Jungkook smiled. Then, he planted a quick kiss to her lips and lifted Y/n up into his arms. Y/n let out a squeal. 

“Hey!” Jungkook laughed and started carrying Y/n down the hallway toward her bedroom. 

“Let me have my old-fashioned ways.” He didn’t bother to turn on any lights, leaving them to walk in darkness. Using his foot to nudge open the bedroom door, Jungkook set Y/n carefully on her feet. Streetlights lit the bedroom in a yellow glow. He looked her up and down with a hungry look. Y/n immediately felt heat pool in her belly.

“Don’t move.” Jungkook demanded. He walked around her, so he was standing at her back. He gathered Y/n’s hair and brushed it over her shoulder. With her neck exposed, Y/n became clearly aware of what she was wearing. Pajama bottoms and a huge t-shirt. She cursed herself.

Jungkook’s hand grabbed her neck and lightly massaged the muscle there. Y/n bit her lip to keep from moaning. A feather light kiss made goosebumps erupt on her skin. 

“Get on the bed.” Jungkook’s voice came out hoarse. Without even thinking, Y/n moved to the bed and sat facing him. Jungkook’s words were demanding, but the way he spoke was like he was begging. He was asking and praying for Y/n to follow his commands. 

She watched Jungkook pull off his sweatshirt, his gaze never leaving her. Then came his t-shirt, jeans and shoes. He left his black boxer-briefs. Y/n clutched at the sheets on the bed. He was full muscle. From what- Y/n had no clue. As far as she knew, the man spent most of his time behind a computer. 

Gracefully, Jungkook walked forward and joined her on the bed. He reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head. Y/n watched his Adam's apple bob at the sight of her bare breasts. Jungkook threw the shirt across the room, onto the floor. 

“Lay down,” Jungkook said in a voice full of lust. Y/n did and Jungkook sat on his knees by her feet. Slowly, he reached, lifted her hips and pulled Y/n’s pajama pants off, leaving her in just panties. 

Y/n watched as Jungkook began to massage her calf and then her thigh, bringing his fingers closer to her core. Just when his massage reached the apex of her thighs, Jungkook removed his hands and switched to the other leg. Y/n scoffed, breaking the silence. Fucking tease.

Jungkook smirked as he massaged up her leg again. The fingers dug into her, relaxing Y/n and sending pleasure straight into her. If this went on much longer she was going to be panting for him. He used his finger to lightly trace the seam of her panties.

“Jungkook,” Y/n moaned in annoyance. He only chuckled in response. Y/n shifted her hips against the bed. “Stop teasing.”

Jungkook looked at her from where he kneeled above her. His eyes trailed over her body as he spoke.

“I’ve been waiting five years for this. Let me take my time.” After a moment, Y/n nodded. Jungkook continued tracing the seam of her panties. 

“You’re so wet, sweetheart.” His thumb stopped directly over her clit. Y/n gasped and arched her back as Jungkook applied the lightest pressure, then pulled his hand away. 

“Jungkook!” She moved to sit up in frustration, but he moved before she did. Jungkook straddled her hips, pinning her to the bed. Y/n could see the large bulge growing in his boxers. 

“Patience.” He growled. He reached and cupped her breasts. Y/n squirmed at the feeling.

“This isn’t fair.” Y/n complained stubbornly. Jungkook smiled at her.

“No, it’s not.” His fingers rolled over her hardened nipples, sending her reeling. Y/n tried to stifle the moan that fled her lips. Without hesitation, Jungkook lowered his mouth and brought one breast into his mouth while his hand continued ministrations on the other. His teeth grazed her, sending a bolt of shock straight to where she needed him most. 

“Jungkook.”

“I know, sweetheart.” He pulled forward and kissed her deeply, proving to her how much he needed and wanted her too. Then, moved down her body, kissing and nipping the skin. Y/n moaned again when he kissed the lace of her panties. 

Moving so slowly that it made Y/n want to scream, Jungkook pulled the lace down and threw it across the room to join the rest of her clothing. Y/n didn’t move. Stupidly, she thought that a sudden movement might scare Jungkook away. Then she felt his shaky breath ghost over her. Y/n focused her gaze to the ceiling. Then, his tongue was on her. 

Her entire body jerked in pleasure and Jungkook reached forward to hold her wrists in his hands. His mouth moved over her, pulling and sucking.

“Jesus, Jungkook.” Y/n gasped. She was close already and he had barely touched her. He moved to lap at her clit and she cried out. “I’m gonna come.”

Jungkook shifted and pushed two fingers inside her. Immediately, her orgasm crashed down on her and her body shook uncontrollably. He worked her through, kissing her gently. 

When she regained her senses and focused her vision, Jungkook was kissing his way back up her body. Y/n pulled him up to her and kissed him gently. 

“Stay with me tonight.” Y/n begged. Her eyes locked on Jungkook’s with force.

“I’m not going anywhere.” he answered, kissing her again. Once again, Y/n felt a hard bulge moving against her thigh.

“I want you. Now.” She demanded. “No more teasing.”

Jungkook shook his head in agreement. “No more teasing.”

Moving back slightly, he slid the black boxers down and discarded them. His cock was aching for her. He laid back so that most of his weight was held off of Y/n, but they were still as close as possible. He placed quick kisses up her neck and to her cheek. Then, using one hand, he lined himself up with her entrance and pushed in. 

“Christ, Y/n” Jungkook moaned, already panting. His maintained, in-control facade was gone and replaced with the true, needy, grunting Jungkook. He gripped the bed sheets tight. He wanted to thrust into her hard and fast, but he was determined to take it slow. He would have this night. Gone was the awkward virgin, fumbling with bra straps. Jungkook was ready to show her everything he wished he could have for years. “You’re so tight.”

“You feel so good.” Y/n moaned. She arched her hips to reach his at every thrust. Her nails carved half moons into Jungkook’s back and he groaned from the sensation.

“I swear, I’m never letting you go.” Jungkook growled. “You’re mine.”

Y/n nodded in ecstasy. She couldn’t form words. Hell, she could barely form a coherent thought. 

Jungkook hooked Y/n’s legs over his hips as he thrust harder into her.

With a guttural scream, Y/n threw her head back. Jungkook tried to hold on and watch every second, but it was too good. He lost control and pounded into her as he followed her over the edge. 

Y/n clung onto him as she came down from her high. Heavy breathing and rain was the only sound. Jungkook rolled on the bed next to Y/n. Gently, he grabbed her chin and tilted her face toward him.

“You’re mine.” He repeated. “Understand?” 

Y/n nodded. “Yours.”

[bangtan-dreamland]

Rain

Pairing: myg x reader

Word Count: 3422

Warnings: delusions, mention of major accident, major character death, mention of cheating

Rating: pg-15

Genre: angst angst angst, a little fluff

Summary: Yoongi spends too much time at the studio, leaving you to wake alone in your house all too often. But it’s okay. After all, it’s all too easy to notice the hints lying around- and the ring sitting hidden in the drawer the biggest clue of all.

AN: A late gift for @dee-ehn, thank you thank you thank you for waiting! I hope this fic lives up to expectations, though unedited yet ;;; A big thank you for @mspjm for reading it over and giving me the energy to finish this ;-;

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The room is empty when you wake up.

Tired, heavy eyes blink back at you from where the mirror lies, conveniently hanging across the room. You yawn as the drowsiness threatens to pull you back into the confines of sleep, but eventually- you manage to convince yourself to get up and start the day. Somehow.

The size of the bed only emphasizes your lover’s absence when you stretch, the spot where he usually sleeps cold and freezing. It makes you twitch, when you touch the spot, and then you sigh.

Yoongi is definitely still working.

It’s not really that uncommon, though. Sometimes Yoongi will stay up way too late at the studio, struck by a burst of inspiration that he needs to ‘write down now otherwise I’ll forget it and lose it’. Which- it’s alright with you, really, because music is a big part of his life, and you already knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be his girlfriend.

A stray ray of light attracts your attention to the side. The ring on your drawer glints in the sunlight, and you can’t help the giddy smile that appears on your face.

And soon to be fiancee, too.

Yes, for all that Yoongi may seem to be married to his work, you know that’s not true, because you found the ring in his drawer a few days ago.

Really, it makes you wonder just why he’s kept working so late, for so many nights in a row now if he plans on proposing to you, but you’re resolved to wait. Because it’s Yoongi, and you’re fine with waiting for however long it takes as long as it’s him. Besides, you’re already together, years of being in a relationship, months after moving in together, you’re together in all the ways that matter best to you. A marriage would only make it official in everyone’s eyes, but you already knew you were his- and he was yours.

Though, you know, if it was anyone else they’d be accusing him of cheating. Maybe it’s because you’ve seen the ring that you know and are assured otherwise?

You giggle at the thought. 

Still, it’s always a little sad waking up to an empty house, and when you open the door to the hallway, the absolute quiet that lingers makes you frown a little.

You pad down the stairs quietly, wondering if Yoongi has at least taken a break in some way, if he’s eaten or slept. Should you come over to his studio, you wonder.

When you arrive downstairs, you find yourself sighing at the subtle mess that’s obvious to you. Geez. You rescind your earlier thought- Yoongi came home earlier, while you were asleep (obviously, only Yoongi has access to the other key to your house), but had to be in a rush. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have mismatched almost everything.

Because, at first glance, everything seems to be in order and in place- but as someone who’s lived here for so long it’s easy for you to notice the little things that are glaringly different, and you giggle as you set them right. All the while, you mentally chastise Yoongi in your head, fondly remembering the reasons why you even set up your living rooms that way. At first you’re content to merely clean up and return the things to their proper places, but soon enough you find your thoughts overrun by memories.

Neatly putting the sofa’s pillows to the side, so the center was full of space-

(“Stop squirming-” His voice was exasperated and you looked up at him with a wilting pout. 

“But it’s too cold and hard,” you whined. 

When he raised an eyebrow at you and deliberately stared at the pillows that lay near the two of you, you scrunched up your nose and just as deliberately pushed them away to the end of the sofa, snuggling tighter against Yoongi instead. Try as he might, it was all too easy for you to see the lingering smile on his face, and while you didn’t say anything, you smirked in success. 

You laughed loudly when you felt a hand suddenly ruffle up your hair. )

- setting your favorite blanket inside the cupboard instead of leaving them out in the open-

(You yawned a little as you felt someone cup your face tenderly- and then call out your name repeatedly. When you opened your eyes, it was to the sight of your exhausted but also smiling boyfriend, looking at you with exasperation.

“You should have just gone to bed,” he scolds you with a sigh. Still sleepy, you barely registered his words, your hands coming to hold his in turn instead. “It’s two in the morning and you’re camped out here in the living room with not even a blanket, when there’s a perfectly good bed waiting in our room.”

“You’re such a worry wart,” you groaned. “I wanted to wait for you, so I did. Besides, it’s not even that bad.”

“If it bothers you that much, I’ll make sure to keep a blanket available here downstairs. Just take my sleeping figure as incentive to get home faster,” you laughed at the look on his face then.)

- and finally, setting out…

You paused and frown, hard. What happened to the picture frames you two picked together…? You rummage around the room, only growing more confused as you fail to find any traces of the previous ones. Oh, you’d found the pictures, evidences of your time with Yoongi, the best moments picked out and immortalized. Not a tear in any of them, really- some of them even look for the better, as if they’ve been recently cleaned.

You wonder if Yoongi broke them last night in his haste. You sleep pretty deeply, and with the distance between your room and the living room, it’s not surprising if you find out you slept through the incident. Still, what was he so hurried about? … What was he even doing, last night?

Turning your attention back to the newly framed photos, you start when you realize there’s a lone photo somewhat put in messily. When you open it a little- you grin at the words written on the back.

‘... will you let me stay by your side, the two of us together, for the rest of our lives?’

Did he- you snort, trying to stop the giggles that are threatening to burst from you then. Still, you can’t help but find it ridiculously endearing. Did Yoongi seriously write down his speech? Your heart warms even more when you remember when the picture was taken.

The photo holds the two of you right after one of his concerts, the last one they’d held as part of the tour. That night had been hectic and exhausting, the world’s eyes on them as the concert was not only held in front of tens of thousands of fans in the venue, but also to hundreds more on the live stream that connected them to the world. Everything had to be perfect, if not close to it at least- and the moment the night had ended, he’d collapsed straight away.

You smile softly as you remember fussing quietly over him the entire night, changing his clothes and wiping him down a little, tucking him into bed- 

(“I’m not a little kid,” he’d slurred out with a distinct grumble in his voice as you lied down beside him. 

“You’re not,” you reassured him. “But you are exhausted, so let me take care of you, okay?” Wrapping your arms loosely around him, you bit back a smile when you eventually felt him tug your closer.

“... Thank you,” you barely heard him whisper as he soon dropped off to sleep.)

- only to wake up the next morning with Jungkook and Jimin giggling, phones in hand as they heatedly argued over something right. Beside. You two.

You couldn’t remember much of it anymore, what they’d been fighting about, but you remembered it woke the two of you up, Yoongi cracking an eye and groggily threatening them, the two maknaes almost jumping away in horror.

Even now it makes you smile.

You decide to put the frames back in their rightful places, righting the misplaced photo, stepping into the kitchen instead. It’s all but obvious at this point that Yoongi’s preparing for his proposal, and who are you to disrupt his obviously, very very secret plans?

Still, if he didn’t want to be found out, he should have been more discreet though.

You grin at the food you find on the table, wrapped neatly in plastic. It’s still warm when you touch it, and you smother the smirk on your face. Then again, if he placed it in the microwave as he usually did, or in the fridge, you’d still find it anyway and realize it was from him. You could almost hear his thoughts whirring around. If you’d know one way or another then it was fine to leave it somewhere obvious, right?

God, you love him.

You unwrap the food, starting to eat- the taste is slightly different, was your favorite stall already closed when he came? Still, it’s your favorite though and you’re pleased that Yoongi went out of his way for such a small thing.

You putter around the kitchen, opening the fridge, wondering what to bring him for lunch- he usually forgets to eat, it’s never been a good habit of his, really- when you finally hear the background noise grow louder and more present.

When you turn to the window, you look at it in surprise.

It’s raining.

Something cold and gripping makes itself known in your heart at that realization for a moment, wrenching you hard, and you stand, dazed, watching the drops fall on the window pane. 

Still. Soft, euphonious, the sounds of the rain shower outside is music to the ears. It’s- therapeutic, soothing. It is, of course. Why wouldn’t it be? And although you’re surprised to see rain falling so soon, when it was quite sunny a while ago- but you don’t complain. 

Because- the rain is special to you. To you two. It was raining when you met him, after all.

You pause, watching the drops fall from the sky in a light, sparse manner, as if the rain is gently falling like snow. 

You walk over to the patio and slide the door open, the food forgotten somewhere.

The sound of the rain immediately rings louder, drowning out everything else. The smell of the fresh earth and the rain itself beckons you closer, and the chill that remains as the coldness of the rain overtakes the earth’s warmth wraps itself around you. All of it is rhythmic, heavenly, and you stand still for a while, letting your senses adjust to the beauty that is in front of you. 

Then you take a step forward.

And another.

The first raindrop feels like- well. It feels cold- which a raindrop should be, but at the same time, it also makes you feel a little like an invitation.

You let out a burst of giggles, feeling the smother of love and happiness envelop you, like a warm towel after a long bath. It’s cold, that’s for sure, but- as you stand longer in the rain, you eventually get used to it.

Spinning around in the rain, with your arms open wide, it’s hard to think, to remember, why you’d ever even felt a sense of alienation, of melancholy.

Here, under the open sky, you feel nothing but a rush of euphoria.

“Yoongi,” you call out, your eyes still closed. “Come join me!”

“No, thanks,” you can hear him sigh, exasperation thick in his voice as always when he thinks you’re doing something ridiculous. Which happens often when you two are together, for one the living room incident, but still- 

“Please?” You try again, spinning around once more. “The rain feels so good right now,” you laugh. 

“You’re going to get sick,” he chides you instead. “Come inside soon instead. We can cuddle in our room.”

“Worrywart,” you tease him, giggling. Your hands find themselves placed on your waist, and you playfully stick out your tongue at him. “Live a little! How can you not love the rain?”

You didn’t need to look at his face then to know he was rolling his eyes. “I don’t love you getting stuck in bed with a fever,” he deadpans, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

You take another spin around, giggling at his reply, ignoring his calls. 

“Your loss,” you tease him. The ground under your feet is a little slippery, but it’s fine, really-

And then you black out.

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When you wake up, the room is empty.

Or you think it is- the lights are dim. You want to open the lights, open the door- but you slowly realize that you feel terrible.

Your body feels cold, even with what seems to be a blanket on you. Not to mention the pounding headache you have, and the heaviness in your body. 

No, it doesn’t take much to see that you’re sick. Yoongi was right.

Still, as much as his scolding is going to be painful to sit through, you’re touched that he still took care of you. Although he’d definitely been rushing, or maybe just plain panicking. He didn’t even use the favorite towelette you bought- one for him and one for you. It was overly cute- both of them printed with little kumamons. He couldn’t stop smiling the moment he saw them, though he tried to cover it up a moment later when the other members started to tease him. Still, it was obvious he treasured them, keeping his with him everywhere he went. You kept yours near in the drawer.

You smile as you remember the events in question, before wincing at your throat- which feels raspy and painful from the fever.

“Yoongi?” You call out weakly anyway, wanting to see him. You haven’t seen him since last time and you miss him terribly. 

No one answers you, and you amend your thoughts. Yoongi is definitely mad at you.

Still-

“Yoongi!” You call out, louder this time- still, no one answers-

“Yoongi!!”

This time, you hear the rush of footsteps on the stairs. You sigh in relief, wiggling down to adjust yourself against the blankets- whimpering at the way your throat hurts from you using it like that, in addition to how you’re already sick.

Your eyes flicker up to the bedside table- brightening when you notice the faint outline of water and medicine. You take a sip of the water- and then quickly chug the medicine down, in case Yoongi sees and demands you take the medicine first.

Still, it’s a little worrying to realize that he didn’t even bring the tea that he always gives you when you have to drink medicine, the chai tea so sweet and milky in contrast to wash out the bitter aftertaste. How upset is he?

The medicine tastes horrible and you hate it, but you obediently chug it down with the water.

That’s when the door opens, slowly- and you perk up.

“Yoongi!” You repeat his name as if it’s the only word you know how to say- but truthfully, isn’t it one of the most important?

“I’m sorry,” you immediately say, gaze falling to the sheets on your body. “I know you told me not to play in the rain and go inside already, but the rain felt so nice…”

You fidget with the fabric in your hands as you await his response.

Silence reigns. You gulp and continue.

“U-Um, I’ll be more careful next time, I promise! I’m really sorry, I wasn’t trying to make you worried on purpose, I swear.”

You bite your lip when you hear nothing but the sound of feet on the carpet floor, as he slowly makes his way towards you.

“C-Can you at least say something?” You meekly ask, tears finally springing to life, the edges of your vision blurring as you feel the upset take over you. “I… I’m sorry. If it’s really that serious, I’ll- I’ll stop playing in the rain in the future, so…”

You’re perhaps the one most surprised when a different voice answers you.

“... N-Noona.”

“... Jungkook?”

What greets you is not your boyfriend’s face, but rather that of his younger brother in all but blood.

Jungkook’s face is filled with sorrow, a tinge of horror and a load of worry as he looks at you with something in his eyes that you can’t quite decipher. 

“W…” You furrow your eyebrows as you look at him, lips quivering as the tears threaten to make their way down. “Where’s Yoongi? I… Is he really that angry at me?”

“Y- h-hyung-” He stops as he speaks, face contorting even further. “Noona-”

“Jungkook, can you please talk to him? Please tell him I’m sorry,” you sniffle, a few drops already falling. “I… he’s mad at me, I know it. He didn’t even make me tea,” the detail may be a small, simple one, but it’s what hammers in that you’ve made him upset and it’s what you hold on to.

“Noona…”

“Jungkook,” you plead. Jungkook’s face falls, and he sighs.

When he speaks again, his voice is quiet, barely there- a whisper, but you hear it all the same, the effects of which could not have hit you harder than if he yelled it.

“Hyung isn’t- isn’t here anymore.”

“I- what do you mean?” You croak out, confused. Did he-

“-leave… me…?” Unintentionally do the words fall from your lips, shaky and a mess. You see the way Jungkook bites his lips, apprehension making its way onto his face. And- it’s only now that you see it-

The emotion from before that you couldn’t recognize was pity. 

“Hyung…” He starts, hesitation thick as he slowly speaks. The rest of his words seem to suddenly fade in and out of your consciousness- you feel as though you are underwater, and his voice barely reaches you-

No.

“... hit by a car...”

No. No, no no.

“... raining hard, the driver didn’t see him…”

No, no no no no no.

“... hospital, but he’s-”

No, please.

“-already dead.”

“No,” you whisper, dazed, staring at him, waiting for Jungkook to backtrack, to say it was just a joke, that Yoongi is fine and well and not-

Still, Jungkook remains silent. You continue with your words instead. “No, that can’t be true, he was just- I was just talking to him yesterday. Jungkook-”

“Noona, you’ve been having hallucinations,” Jungkook insists, and he can see the heartbreak in your face as he watches you start to shake, shivers and trembles covering your body.

“B-But,” you stammer. “But he’s- he’s not, I just know it. He’s just angry at me, he’s not-”

You feel the air in your lungs dissipate, and the words leave you in a hurried, choked out manner. “He’s still here, I know it, he wouldn’t just leave me- Jungkook! This isn’t funny-”

“Noona, please-” Jungkook’s voice is thick with tears. 

“No!” You yell at him, your body filled with anger. The pain you’re feeling physically is nothing compared to the way your heart is crumbling. “You’re lying! Jungkook, please- please, please, tell me, you’re lying, that’s not true, that’s not true, that’s not-”

The tears stream down your face, you can feel your hands sting from how tight your fists are clenched and your throat burns but all you can think about is Yoongi. Jungkook has to be lying, he has to be, because-

You clutch your head as the memories start to rearrange themselves, the clues you’d been willfully ignoring becoming apparent to you.

The ring left unnoticed on the bedside table. The subtle mismatched appearance of the living room. The replaced photo frames. The wrapped food, obviously your favorite but not the one you’ve been eating with him for years. 

All the little details that are somehow right but not quite, just a little too off to be by your lover’s hands. All things that Yoongi would have never let happen.

The memories start flowing back into your head, making you fold in on yourself as you begin to remember.

The argument.

The fight.

You running out of the house, and Yoongi coming after you.

The rain, making it hard to see- you crossing the street.

Yoongi coming after you.

The truck-

Your brain blanks the next second, but what you know is enough to grip your heart tight.

“T-The photo on the table,” you hiccup. “The ring. He was going to propose to me. But he’d been home too late so many times, I accused him of cheating, I ran out of the house. He came after me, it’s my fault-”

Your words are interrupted by a sob that threatens to throw your whole body forward from how strong it is.

“Yoongi,” you weep. “Yoongi.”

“Yoongi, I’m sorry.”

Outside, you hear it rain once more.

[your-kpopmama]

Happy Valentine’s Day, Kiss My Ass!!

Words: 5,390 Drama, slight angst, a good ending A/N: it’s me! back again with a holiday special. 

If you asked anyone to describe Jeon Jungkook in one word, it would always be “loyal”.  He was loyal to his friends, his family, and most especially his girlfriend of 7 years, Elodie. Jungkook had met Elodie on a trip with his family when he was 18. Both of their families had seemingly booked the same tour package of Paris. So for a week straight, Elodie and Jungkook were quite literally inseparable.

Both being freshly 18, they had quite a lot in common, even if Jungkook’s english wasn’t amazing. They still managed to communicate and enjoy each other’s company while their parents enjoyed the wine at every destination.

Somewhere between The Louvre and Versailles, they found an indescribable attraction.

Now, most would say distance would ruin a friendship or relationship, considering Jungkook lived in Busan, South Korea and Elodie lived in some midwestern town in Michigan whose claim to fame was the worlds largest Cherry Pie. However, both of them being determined to form a friendship, made it seem as easy as that cherry pie her hometown was known for.

It didn’t take more than a year for them to realize they both wanted more than friendship, thus they began their journey of a life together. There were many flights between the two, Michigan to Seoul; Seoul to Michigan. Late night phone calls from someone just waking up. Conflicting schedules and many times where they wondered if it would work.

It only took Elodie two years to decide she couldn’t handle the distance. So she packed her life up, said goodbye to the folks, and moved clear across the world to be with the love of her life. Unbeknownst to him, since he had just entered his military service to get it out of the way. With the help of his parents, Elodie found a nice apartment not far from their house.

When Jungkook was discharged, the first face he saw upon leaving was hers. The love that surged through him struck him almost breathless. He loved her with his whole being.

It took one year for them to officially move in together once Jungkook finished school.

One more year before Jungkook popped the big question during the Jinju Lantern Festival that Elodie had begged him to take her to. Of course, Elodie said yes.

Six more months to plan a move to Seoul for a job that Elodie had gotten at an entertainment company as a translator - Jungkook was the best teacher.

And one more year for Elodie to gain some of her closest friends and Jungkook to score his dream job as a physical therapist.

It’s obvious to anyone that Jungkook is loyal.

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“Elodie!” A shout from across the cafeteria pulled Elodie’s attention from the book in her hand to the small blonde boy bounding towards her with a tall red headed woman in tow.

“Jimin! Lani!” Elodie greeted, marking her page before setting her book aside.

Jimin and Lani were two of the people closest to Elodie at work, and two of her very good friends. They had taken Elodie under their wings so to say when she arrived at Big Hit. Jimin and Lani worked as stylists but were on the same team for a boy group called Wild, that had just debuted when she started. Jimin had already been there for two years and Lani was finishing up her first year. If it weren’t for those two, Elodie was almost certain she wouldn’t have survived the hectic schedules.

Jimin sat across from Elodie as Lani took the spot beside her closest friend. “Today has been crazy!” Jimin whined, reaching for Elodie’s untouched coffee.

“Tell me about it, Wild is getting a bit...wild these days. It’s hard to keep up with them in interviews.” Elodie laughed, pushing the cup into Jimin’s searching hand.

“Girl, do not get me started!” Lani chimed in, shaking her head, “if I get one more fan complaint about them all wearing the same clothes I may scream. I can’t just go to the dorms everyday and dress them.” She scoffed and reached for the cup too, “they act like don’t own a thousand and a half outfits.” She finished.

“I wonder where they get it from.” Jimin mused, reaching once again for the now community cup of coffee the three of them were sharing.

Elodie had to suppress a laugh because she knew exactly where they got their bad habit from. The three of them often shared food, drinks, and Jimin and Elodie shared clothes here and there when they were out on long schedules.

That was always something that amused Jungkook to no end, Elodie coming home in a borrowed shirt or pants from Jimin if there were unforeseen circumstances at work. The most recent one being Daniel and Hyun were arguing over who got the last strawberry milk and when Elodie stepped in to hand them one she had found in the cooler, Hyun had swung his arms out and slapped the open milk container and covered her from head to toe in the pink milk. A story Jungkook spent half an hour laughing about as he helped Elodie clean the dry milk from her hair.

Lani’s phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out with a groan, “what did those troublemakers do now?” She said mostly to herself. Her expression changed from annoyed to something Elodie couldn’t quite place. “Ah, I have to take this call.” She said and got up and all but ran from the table.

“Geez, what’s her problem these days?” Jimin huffed, his attention now on the half eaten cinnamon roll in front of Elodie.

Elodie shrugged and pushed the plate to Jimin, offering him the rest of the delicious pastry. “Who knows. I think she might be seeing someone. I caught her talking in the women’s room the other day and she got all flustered and ran from the room.” Elodie wasn’t one to gossip, but whoever has the red heads attention, has to be one hell of a guy and Elodie was curious.

Jimin frowned into the cinnamon roll and didn’t speak anymore until their allotted lunch hour was over.

Elodie made a note that she hadn’t seen Lani for the rest of the day.

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If you asked anyone, they would tell you Jungkook would go to the moon and back for his fiancée.

So on this particular afternoon, when Elodie was running late because of a translation mishap with Wild, she had to call her fiancé for a favor. Nothing major, something seemingly harmless.

“Hello?” Elodie spoke into the phone when she heard someone pick up. A beat passed before Jungkook’s voice rang through.

“Elodie? What’s up? Aren’t you at work?” His voice sounded worried.

“Yeah, I have a quick favor. And before you say no, please just hear me out.” She rushed.

Jungkook urged her to continue, “can you pick Lani up from the train station for me? I’m gonna be running behind and I told her I would pick her up when she got back.” The other end of the phone was silent until Jungkook drew in a breath.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can pick her up.” He agreed easily than Elodie had planned.

“I know you two don’t get along very well, but I can’t get out of work. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t have to.” Elodie murmured.

“Love, it’s okay. I don’t mind. I had to head that way anyway for a few errands so I don’t mind since it’s for you.” He said sweetly.

Elodie felt her love for Jungkook grow a little bigger as they said their goodbyes and she got back to work.

“You’re awfully brave.” a voice called from behind her.

Elodie turned her head and saw the oldest member of Wild standing in the doorway. “Thank you, Wooyoung. I think?” Elodie seemed unsure of how she was to take that statement.

Crossing the floor and plopping down on the overstuffed chair next to Elodie’s, Wooyoung watched her for a moment before speaking up again, “Do you really trust Lani with your fiancée?” He questioned.

Elodie’s head snapped in his direction and started laughing, “Wooyoung! Of course I do. She’s my best friend and Jungkook is my fiancé. Why wouldn’t I trust them?” She thought the idea was absolutely ridiculous that she wouldn’t.

“I’ve seen a lot of unloyal dogs in my day, even the most loyal can change if a nice pair of tits walk by.” Wooyoung explained, dead serious.

“Who has nice tits?” Jimin called walking into the room with Hyun and Daniel behind him.

Elodie caught the three up on the short conversation between her and Wooyoung. “He’s not wrong, Miss Elodie.” Daniel chimed in. “Men are dogs.”

Elodie exchanged a look with Jimin before the two burst out laughing, “honestly, where do you boys come up with this stuff?” Elodie questioned.

“Don’t say we didn’t warn you.” Hyun said before heading out with the rest of the boys, leaving Jimin alone with Elodie. The two sat in a thoughtful silence for a while as Elodie went over the notes she had on the last interview with the boys to figure out what she had messed up.

“How long have you and Jungkook been together?” Jimin asked.

“Seven years or so,” Elodie answered absentmindedly, her eyes staying on the paper.

She didn’t see the pained look Jimin had on his face, mixed with guilt.

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Elodie and Lani’s friendship didn’t start out easy. Granted even if Lani had been the one to show Elodie the ropes, they had conflicting personalities and interests. Elodie was quiet and soft spoken and enjoyed reading and coffee. Lani was loud and outgoing and enjoyed drinking on weeknights and hooking up with anyone who caught her eye.

Of course, Elodie had been jealous of Lani at first, wishing she had the body or the confidence the red head had to live life to the max. But it had also been Lani who told her that even Elodie’s way of living was living brightly. There was no wrong way to live your life as long as you were doing what you enjoyed.

So when Elodie had brought Lani home to meet Jungkook, she was shocked that the two didn’t get along at all. Jungkook was the first to outright say it, that Lani wasn’t a good person. No explanation. And Lani had glared daggers at Jungkook all night. No explanation.

Elodie felt torn because she didn’t want to be in a position where she had to pick, because at the end of the day it would always be Jungkook; and the two knew that. Quietly accepting her defeat, Lani had told Elodie that she would never force her into a situation where she would have to tell Lani to hit the road. The only thing Jungkook and Lani could agree upon was that they would put up with one another, for Elodie’s sake.

Now, Elodie gazed at her reflection in the bathroom mirror of her apartment. Her black hair hung straight over her shoulders, and her once vibrant green eyes seemed dull in the soft yellow lighting of the tiny room. Her cheeks were smaller than they had been just six months ago, and her skin seemed paler than usual. One thing she knew for sure was that she needed some sleep. She would worry about her beauty later.

Returning to the living room she found Jungkook and Lani in an intense discussion over the coffee table where Elodie had left them. Upon hearing her return the two sat back and easy smiles replaced the tense looks that they sported moments ago.

“Everything okay?” Elodie asked cautiously while returning to her seat next to Jungkook.

“Peachy.” her fiancé gritted between his teeth.

Lani gave Elodie a sad smile and went back to picking at her slice of pizza.

Elodie knew everything wasn’t peachy.

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If you were to ask anyone to describe Elodie, you would get several answers. Answers that ranged from “sweet” to “caring” all the way to “saintly”. Elodie had a big heart, and an even bigger heart for those she held most dear.

Lani and Jimin trailed behind Elodie as she browsed the racks of clothes in the department store. One of them offering fashion advice here or there in her endeavor to pick out the perfect gift for Jungkook for Valentine’s Day.

He had basically everything he could ever want, but Elodie still wanted to get him something nice; something special. Jimin had advised getting him a fancy new coat. Lani had suggested getting something more spicy for the bedroom. Both were good ideas, and Elodie was currently shopping for them.

Since she was too embarrassed to shop for the “something spicy” with her friends, she asked if they would tag along and help her pick out the coat.

“Does he truly deserve this though?” Jimin said out of the blue, his brown eyes never leaving the rack of coats he was currently picking through.

“What do you mean?”, Elodie laughed, “of course he does. He’s been so solid through this last six months in my hectic schedule. He’s been practically a saint.”

“A saint is what I would call you, Elodie, not your fiancé.” Jimin grumbled.

Lani elbowed him in the side and gave him a look Elodie couldn’t quite place. Jimin looked at her and spoke a mumbled apology before moving onto the next rack.

“Pay him no attention, girl. He’s just a little pent up.” Lani giggled into Elodie’s ear. “Oh! What about this one?” Lani picked up a long wool coat. It was black and had gold buttons down the front and at the cuffs of the sleeves. It wasn’t flashy but by no means was it plain; it was exactly Jungkook’s style.

“God! That would be perfect!” Elodie grabbed the coat and held it up to look at it closer, marveling at the quality. She knew she had to get it.

Lani tried to hide the proud smile behind her hand, but Jimin saw it and she rushed to Elodie’s side and out of Jimin’s eyesight.

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If you asked anyone he worked with, they would say Jimin was hopelessly in love with Elodie. Everyone knew it. Except Elodie.

She was too wrapped up in her loving and loyal fiancé to notice the longing stares of one Park Jimin. He wasn’t shy about his distaste for Jungkook and he definitely wasn’t shy to show his feelings for Elodie, but he would never outright say it. See, Jimin had fallen for Elodie when she started at the company; love at first sight. Ever since then he made it his goal to bend over backwards for the petite girl.

When he found out she was engaged, it may have caused a falter in his step on his quest to make his way into her heart; but by no means did it stop him. He wasn’t pushy. He didn’t overstep boundaries. And he definitely didn’t make anything awkward. But he did make it a point to always be there when Elodie needed someone to talk to.

His love for her however, has caused him great misfortune. A while back, Jimin saw something he shouldn’t have seen. God, why did it have to be him? Why did he have to be the one to see it? He had information that could seal the deal and be in Elodie’s heart - but that information was a double edged sword. It could bring him and Elodie closer, or it could put her farther away.

Jimin was selfish, and he knew that. So for now, he sat with this information. Whether or not he chooses to use it has remained to be seen.

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Elodie was busy at work as usual. Her phone constantly going off as she answered calls in regards to certain interviews Wild had lined up. She hadn’t been able to go home in almost 48 hours, and it was starting to get to her.

Despite the crazy schedule happening, she kept note of how many times Lani would sneak off with her own phone, a smirk plastered to her face, to return ten minutes later looking a little dazed. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Jimin either.

A deep frown was set into his features when Lani came back to the dressing room after twenty-two minutes (Jimin had timed it). “Jesus, Lani. Get it together will you? We have fifteen minutes before the boys go live and you’ve hardly been present! Get their outfits and help them dress.” Jimin barked at her, pausing his movements so he didn’t burn Wooyoung with the flat iron.

Lani’s head snapped in his direction, a retort on the tip of her tongue before she decided better of it. Elodie watched as she sat her phone on the vanity and disappeared in the racks of clothes, angrily picking out the appropriate outfits.

Elodie tried to help Jimin as best as she could, but the most she was qualified for was adding a light gloss to the boys’ lips.

Lani handed each boy their clothes and dressed them quickly before they were called to the stage for the interview. Everyone filed from the room and made a beeline to be on standby.

“Shoot! I forgot the mics! I’ll be quick!” Elodie shouted, waving down Jimin who gave a thumbs up and hurried off the everyone else.

Elodie made her way through the dressing room until she found the box she was looking for. Lani’s phone was ringing and Elodie glanced at it. “My Baby🥵💋” flashed across the screen.

Without thinking, she answered the phone, “hello?”

“Baby girl, you’ve kept me waiting too long.” A voice rang through.

Elodie’s heart dropped to her stomach, “what?” She breathed out.

“Come over after work tomorrow. Elodie won’t be here, she’s working over time.  We can spend our first Valentine’s Day together.”

That was Jungkook. No doubt about it. Panicked, Elodie tried to disguise her voice as best as possible, “Sorry, Lani is busy. She left her phone.”

“Oh?! Oh, god. I’m sorry.” Jungkook hurried and hung up. Elodie stood still for a few seconds, her head reeling and her heart pounding.

“Elodie? Hey, are you okay?” Jimin ran through the room to Elodie’s side. He glanced at her hand and saw Lani’s phone and the grief and confusion on her face.

Jimin knew that Elodie had probably figured it out, but now was not the time to touch base on it. They had work to do.

Gently prying the phone from her hands and guiding her to the stage, Jimin sent up a silent prayer that she would never know that he knew.

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Elodie’s next three hours flashed by in a mere second. She couldn’t concentrate on the interview and Jimin had to save her a couple of times in her headset to keep her focused. Her mind never wavering from the phone call.

Her eyes never leaving an anxious looking Lani, who kept checking the time on her wrist watch and visibly getting more agitated as the interviews went on.

When they barely managed to finish, Elodie dropped all of her things into Jimin’s arms and took off for the dressing room. Quickly gathering her purse and coat, she made haste to get home. A quick phone call to her boss asking for tomorrow off since she wasn’t “feeling well” and a shabby plan in place, Elodie headed into her apartment.

“Baby, is that you?” Jungkook called from the bedroom.

“Who else would it be?” Elodie snapped back. Ten seconds passed before Jungkook poked his head out from the bedroom doorway, confusion written on his face.

“You okay?”

Elodie couldn’t help but think that his concern was fake, but a part of her still believed that he would never do something as heinous as she thought he was doing even if the evidence so far said so.

“Peachy.” She kicked off her shoes and made a beeline for the bathroom. Running a steaming bath she allowed herself to emerge herself into the water, letting her body relax.

She laid there for several minutes before the sound of the doorbell chiming broke her from her thoughts. Listening she could hear Jungkook talking to someone in a rushed tone. Curious she got out and grabbed a towel, wrapping it tightly around herself and walked into the hallway.

At the front door was Lani, looking at Jungkook like he was something to be eaten. Elodie felt anger surge through her body. Holding her head high, she walked behind Jungkook.

Lani noticed her presence first, her sultry stare turning into shock and then to fear. Jungkook turned around and saw Elodie standing there with a puzzled look on her face. “Jungkook, I’ve been waiting for you forever in the shower.” Elodie said sweetly.

“O-oh? Oh! I’m sorry. The doorbell...” he trailed off unsure of how to reply.

“Lani? Is everything okay? Did I leave something at work?” She feigned ignorance.

“Uh, yeah! Actually. But I was just telling Jungkook that I forgot it with my stuff and just remembered when I got here. I’m so sorry to disturb you guys. I know  you haven’t been home in over two days and probably want some alone time with Kook.” Lani sheepishly said.

Kook.

She called him Kook.

“What was it?” Elodie pressed.

“Hm?” Lani asked.

“What was it that I left at work?”

Lani’s cheeks turned bright red and had the decency to looked ashamed, “a-anyway look I need to go. You guys enjoy each other tonight.” just as quickly as she showed up, she was gone.

Elodie watched Jungkook close the door in silence, marveling at the boldness of her best friend. Showing up here while Elodie was home to try and flirt with her fiancé. Jungkook’s eyes met hers and guilt was laid in them so deep, Elodie felt herself drowning in it.

Without another word, Elodie returned to her bath.

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Elodie didn’t like to lie, she didn’t like to create a fuss. She liked to be straightforward and get problems out of the way. In this situation however, she felt she had no other choice but to lie. She still couldn’t believe the facts that were laid out in front of her, so she devised a plan to make sure once and for all.

She left for “work” at her normal time and headed to the cafe a few shops down from her and Jungkook’s apartment. It gave her the perfect view of the entrance so she could keep watch for Lani.

What she hadn’t anticipated was the long wait time. She entered the cafe at 8:15 AM and it was now nearing 11:54AM. She didn’t know how much longer she could wait it out or if she even had to wait. She was starting to feel ridiculous.

Another twenty minutes of waiting produced something interesting, Jimin had stepped into the cafe. He didn’t spot her at first as he made his way toward the counter, but it was peculiar to Elodie that he was here; this cafe was on the other side of town from his apartment.

Elodie watched him and waited for him to turn around and she waved him down. To say the least, the shock on his face was genuine. Their eyes held each other’s gaze for a solid five seconds before a smile dropped onto his lips and he made his way to Elodie’s table.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Elodie stated, taking a long sip of her boba.

“I was in the neighborhood.” Jimin said cautiously.

Silence hung between them like a thick curtain, both lost in their own thoughts. Jimin broke the silence first. “Listen, Elodie. I have something to confess.”

Her eyes met his and she gave a slight nod to continue. “I’ve been keeping a secret from you. It pains me to say that, please believe me, considering what the secret entails.” He took a long pause to gather his thoughts and Elodie waited for him patiently, still keeping an eye on the front entrance of her apartment building.

“I actually came here today to work up the courage to tell you what I’m about to say. I wasn’t in the neighborhood.” He confessed.

“I figured that much out so far..” Elodie mumbled.

Jimin huffed a sigh and steeled his nerves, “I caught Lani and -“

Before Jimin could finish, Elodie caught the red hair of the current topic heading for the front doors of the apartment building across the street. Her heart hammered in her chest and she felt her stomach recoil. “Sorry, Jimin, I have to go.” she rushed the words from her mouth as she took off out of the cafe.

Jimin watched her run down the sidewalk and disappear into her building. “Oh, for fucks sake.” He whispered and took off after her.

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Elodie wasn’t sure what she was going to walk into. She was hoping Lani just magically had a friend in this same building, on the same floor as her and Jungkook. But as she looked at what floor the elevator had stopped on, she couldn’t convince herself of anything anymore.

Slamming her hand onto the call button, she began to panic. Her breathing became erratic, and her vision slightly blurry. Once the doors opened she stumbled in and hit the button she needed and leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath.

“Elodie!”

Elodie’s head snapped up and saw Jimin rushing towards her. She pressed herself further into the wall as he came crashing into the elevator as the doors were closing.

“Jimin? What the hell?” She felt all the air leave her lungs in shock.

“Elodie, please do not go upstairs. I am begging you.” Jimin gathered her own shaking hands into his, holding tightly and pleading with his eyes.

“No, I have to.” She reasoned.

Jimin shook his head and groaned in frustration, “Elodie we both know what’s waiting up there.”

It was then she realized what Jimin had to confess to her earlier. He knew about Lani and Jungkook. But for how long? How long had he known? Surely just as recent as her, because Jimin would have told her. He’s a good friend.

So was Lani.

Elodie pulled her hands from his and stood up tall, throwing up her guard. “We can discuss how you knew and when you found out later, but right now I need to confirm it with my own two eyes. So if you are here to warn Lani or stop me, then please do not get off this elevator once it stops.”

Jimin’s hands fell to his side and nodded in compliance. He had to make this up to her somehow, and he would start by doing as she said.

The bell dinged signifying they arrived. Elodie gave Jimin an odd look before walking off the elevator. He followed behind her silently and prayed Lani had enough sense to not make this difficult.

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The loud moans and the soft grunting beyond her bedroom door clued Elodie in quickly to her worst nightmare. Lani’s shoes by the front door and their clothes dropped precariously throughout the house just set her sense of dread deeper into her chest. Jimin had decided to stay in the living room at her request, but she wondered if she should have kept him by her side for support.

Her hand lay gently on the door handle, pausing quickly before pushing it down and sliding the door open to a dimly lit room. Her presence wasn’t yet discovered, luckily for her.

Elodie’s heart thrummed inside her ribcage, her stomach dropped and her knees felt weak - her head remained clear. Out of the corner of her eye she caught the jacket she bought for Jungkook laid sloppily on the floor amongst the wrapping paper it was in.

“Ah, Kook! That feels so fucking good!” Lani’s shrill moans brought Elodie’s attention back to them. Before she could even make a coherent thought she spoke,

“Oh yeah, Lani? Does it feel good? Does my fiancé MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD?!” Her hand flew to the wall to slap the light switch, illuminating the room.

Jungkook’s head whipped around so fast Elodie was sure it would snap. Shock and horror reflected on Lani and Jungkook’s faces as they scrambled to move away from each other.

“Babe..” Jungkook choked out, stumbling towards Elodie’s stilled body.

Ignoring Jungkook entirely, she made her way to the bed where Lani sat covered in the sheets. Ripping them off and tossing them to the floor, Elodie pointed her finger to the bedroom door, “Get the fuck out, bitch.”

Lani’s jaw dropped and Elodie screamed, “NOW!” and sent her into motion. She ran from the room and Elodie could hear the surprise from her when she saw Jimin in the living room - she would deal with that later.

“Get some fucking clothes on.” She spat at Jungkook and walked into the living room to see Lani struggling to get dressed. “Don’t even think of trying to leave when you finish.”

Lani slipped her dress on and sat meekly on the couch next to Jimin, both wearing guilty faces. When Jungkook finally emerged from the bedroom, she nodded at the space beside Lani and he sat down quickly.

Elodie just stood in the middle of the living room trying to collect her thoughts. Jungkook started to speak and she snapped, “Shut the fuck up, Jeon Jungkook.” she seethed, “are you three having fun? Huh? Is it fun for you to do shady shit behind my back and think I would never find out? HUH?!”

Three pairs of eyes were on her and she felt like suffocating, “Lani, I never want to see you again.” She continued.

“Jimin, I need to know how long you have known.” She pressed, her eyes boring into his.

“Four months.” He answered honestly. “I wanted to tell you, Elodie, I-“

“Then you should have.” She said bluntly. “And you, of all fucking people, Jungkook.”

He had the decency to look ashamed, and had the smarts to keep his mouth shut. “I want all of you out. Get the hell out of my apartment and the hell out of my life.”

Jimin and Lani didn’t need to be told twice, the two jumped up and ran towards the door, but Jungkook remained seated. “This is my apartment too, Elodie.” He mumbled.

“Fine, then I will leave.” She decided, but Jungkook grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“Can we please talk this out? I’m so sorry, Elodie. Please let me make this up to you. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“When did you stop loving me? Hm? Before or after you started fucking my best friend?” She questioned.

“I still love you, with all of my heart. Baby please understand that.” his desperate pleas had no effect on Elodie, “it’s Valentine’s Day.” He whined.

“Oh! Oh my god you’re right!” Elodie gently smacked her forehead in feign shock, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” Jungkook grinned up at her, “kiss my ass!”

Elodie pulled loose from his grip and strode towards the front door, Jungkook shouting after her. Ignoring him she stepped out into the hall and slammed the door.

Breaking into tears, she leaned against the front door letting them fall down her face. “Elodie?”

Jimin walked slowly towards her, looking defeated, “I know you don’t want to ever see me or Lani again, but I just wanted to let you know we both called the agency and requested transfers. You shouldn’t have to quit your job or move on from the boys, you have done so much for them and they would be more said if you left than us.”

Elodie nodded gently and stood up straight, “Thank you, Jimin. And you are right, I don’t think I can ever be friends with you or Lani again, but I do hope you both find success and happiness.”

Jimin felt his heart clench at her words as they both headed towards the elevator. They rode down in silence and went different directions once outside.

“I’m strong. I can do this.” Elodie whispered to herself. And she was - and she could.

[bang-tan-bitches]

MONSTER MASH 2020 ENTRY 3

Room Service

Waves hit the shoreline as Y/N scuttles quickly down the sidewalk that borders the beach. Her front desk job at the Hotel Corll is waiting to meet her at the end of the walkway. Light posts slowly line just ahead, then besides, and then behind her, flickering on as the sun sets and the icy fog rolls inland. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N catches a glimpse of a freshly printed missing persons poster, with bold Arial black letters in contrast to the young pretty redhead with a coy smile, blue eyes peering back. She considers the expense of printing in color ink then moves on. She was already late getting out of her clinicals as it were. As she rounds up onto the hotel property she takes in the sleek lines and wooden facade of the luxury hotel, hoping tonight isn’t as busy as yesterday. She could barely keep her eyes open during her clinicals today, earning a scolding from her nursing professor much to the amusement of her fellow classmates. Bunch of morons.

​“Took you long enough!” A voice rings out as Y/N steps into the lobby. Her coworker Soohyun is waiting with a grin, coat on and purse in hand, for her to approach the desk so she could finally go home. The lobby is as intimidatingly large as it is cold. Cream marble floors lead up to the dark oak front desk, with wooden columns lined in neat even rows between the entrance and where Y/N will be standing for the rest of the night. Vaulted ceilings seem to encase the room, a remnant from the hotel prior to renovations. Though the fireplace casts a glow from the sitting area, it is difficult to penetrate the natural draftiness of the building, though its easy to blame it on the shoreline the hotel sits on.

​“Jungkook is actually already here, just had to go use the restroom,” Soohyun scoots to let Y/N place her schoolbag into the employee cubby under the desk. “Was pretty quiet today, so should be an easy night, though I’m surprised you didn’t just call off sick. You look…how do I say this, ghastly?” Y/N stands back up, pouting at the comment.

​“I would, but rent’s comin’ up soon, and you know my roommate always slacks on her half,” she says as she logs in for the start of her shift. “I’ll survive. Besides, I’m off tomorrow. I’ll just sleep in then.”

​“Alright, your choice,” Soohyun responds. “Any case, I’ll see you in the morning! Good night!”

​Her heels clack on the floor as Soohyun struts her way out of the building, posh bag in hand and not a hair out of place despite the end to a long shift. Y/N looks positively bedraggled in comparison, her flats scuffed badly on the sides and a small stain on her shirt from her attempt at chugging her coffee before getting on the bus. As she swipes in with her master key, Jungkook steps behind the desk, returning from the restroom.

​“Hey Jungkook, how’s it goin’?” Y/N asks. Jungkook just nods his head and grunts in response, doe eyes half-lidded as he quietly prepares for the shift. He is a quiet man who attends the same school that she does, though he is studying photography. Stoic and observant, he only speaks as needed, but is a hard worker and is always at the ready to tend to guest needs. Standing at his computer station, his lean height towering over Y/N, he prints out the list of remaining check ins for the night.

​“We have two VIP guests tonight. Looks like Mr. Jung extended his weeklong stay in the Hindley Suite for another night. He requested extra towels for his stay tonight. Kim Namjoon has not checked in yet though he did call to let us know he will probably be checking in late.” Jungkook reads off monotonously from his computer screen.

​“Looks like Miss Lim left a note, she says the Holmolka suite is not available to be rented out? Ah geez, did somebody trash it last night?” Y/N crumples up the pale-yellow post it that was stuck on her computer screen and tosses it in the trash.

​“Seems so,” he deadpans.

​Miss Lim is the long-time owner of the Hotel Corll, a heavy smoker with too strong Chanel No. 5 seeping from her body and too red lipstick trying to make up for lost time. With a plastic personality that matches her new nose and lips, she is a real piece of work. At least the job pays well. That reminder has served Y/N well in her comparatively shorter time working at the hotel. Nothing like the hospitality industry to suck the life out of everyone that deals with it. Miss Lim’s gaudiness reflects in her property from the gold painted- furniture to the overly lavish light fixtures that look like a Versailles fantasy from hell. However, this seems to not be a detriment to the establishment’s business. In fact, despite appearances, the hotel gained a small, loyal, and wealthy following due to the hotel’s strict confidentiality code. It has done well for Y/N’s pockets.

​About an hour after the night shift began, Seokjin, the head housekeeper, and Yoongi, the live-in handyman, walk into the lobby wearily. Their eyes are drooping in exhaustion. Seokjin’s blonde tresses gleam as several pieces of hair are left in disarray. Yoongi takes his cap off to run his well-worn hand through his hair and then returns the hat to its original position. They both make their way to signing out of work, looking as if they were both asked to run a marathon.

​“Are you two just leaving now?” Y/N asks. She looks a bit puzzled that both employees are still on the clock even though their shifts usually ended two hours earlier.

​“Had to finish essentially rebuilding the Homolka suite,” utters Yoongi. “Took damn near all day to complete.”

​“The guests from last night absolutely decimated the room, you’d have thought they were raised with by wolves!” Seokjin exclaimed. His irritation was agreed upon by Yoongi with a harumph. “Now if you excuse me, I’ve got to get home and soak my feet,” he continues. “I think they have earned their reward. Good night!” And with exhausted feet, he slowly wobbles out of the building. Yoongi simply waves his hand goodbye and makes his way to one of the two elevators to go up to his small room.

​As the evening wears on, more guests straggle in through the hotel doors and up to the front desk. The quiet mumbles of guests checking in, ringing credit cards through the clerking system to confirm their reservations, and authorizing payment becomes the soundtrack to Y/N’s evening. The monotony and false smiles are what’s getting her through the evening. At nine o’clock the long-awaited VIP guest Mr. Kim Namjoon steps through the hotel’s door. He walks up to the front desk with an even and patient gait. A false smile sits on his plush lips though it fails to reach his eyes. Like cold fisheyes Y/N thinks. Jungkook and Y/N both stand to attention, almost as if preparing to be disciplined by the school principal. With stillness and silence, Mr. Kim reaches Y/N’s section of the front desk. He always did prefer young women. The more impressionable the better.

​“Good evening Mr. Kim, how may I help you?” Y/N asks. A shiver of trepidation slithers up her spine. His handsome face just serves to accentuate the fear.

​“Just checking in, and how are you this evening?” Mr. Kim responds, the partial smile never slipping off his face. Y/N voices her learned pleasantries and decides at that moment she never wants to be caught alone unawares by this man. She takes the black card from his proffered hand to finish the check in process, the sooner the better.

​“This is the Lalaurie suite, correct?” he asks. “And to confirm, can you please make sure the complimentary room service is added to my reservation? There was a mix-up the previous time I stayed here and wouldn’t want a repeat of that, would we?” His tone says amicable and easy going, but his eyes say otherwise. His eyes convey zero tolerance for mistakes.

​“Yes, of course Mr. Kim, anything for our most loyal guest. Is there anything else you would like added to the reservation?” Y/N weakly inquires.

​“No, not at all. Oh, and I have a guest with me on this reservation, though she will be arriving later. Please call my room when she does.” And with that, Mr. Kim takes his room key and makes his way to his preferred suite. Y/N releases a sigh of relief as Jungkook’s shoulders visibly relaxes. He still says nothing.

​The night continues as a typical and quiet one for both front desk employees. Jungkook receives requests for extra towels and bathroom amenities which he delivers every so often while Y/N begins the night audit for the hotel. That is until the two figures enter the hotel and disrupt what was supposed to be a normal evening. They are covered in head to toe blue, their badges visible as is their handguns on their waists. Both men step up to Jungkook’s side of the desk. Great, the cops are here.

​“Officer Park, how may I help you?” Jungkook asks with the usual lack of enthusiasm. Of the two policemen in the hotel, Officer Park Jimin is a recognizable face amongst the staff as he is an acquaintance of Miss Lim. Or one of her many lovers as Soohyun loves to put it. Between his cocksure expression, his flirtatious demeanor, or an ass designed to fill out tight pants, the sentiment is not too far of a stretch for Y/N to believe. As for the other cop, neither Y/N nor Jungkook have ever seen the officer before. With a knowing glance between the hotel employees and Jimin, this does not bode well. And they all know it.

​“Hello, I am Officer Kim Taehyung, and apparently you seem to already know Officer Park,” Taehyung supplies with a suspicious glare thrown Park’s way. “We’re here as we’ve received an anonymous call about this place yesterday. Seems some folks happened to have been walking outside the hotel and happened to hear screaming and pleading from an open window. Would either of you happen to know anything about it?” Taehyung shifts his gaze between Jungkook and Y/N in expectation. They are more screwed than they previously thought.

​“No.” Jungkook replies as succinct as possible.

​“No,” Officer Kim straightens up and forces his shoulders back, eyebrows furrowing. His demeanor is growing more aggravated by the second. “That’s it huh? Hey, what about you?” He throws out to Y/N, who makes it a point to match Jungkook’s countenance closely. “You see anything suspicious at all?”

​“Nope, I wasn’t even working yesterday. Been off all week,” she lies through her teeth. “But, if you need to speak to the owner, you can give us your name and number and we can relay the information to her.”

​“See I would, but the girl who we came to speak to yesterday gave me the same bullshit and now I’m here again. So, I will ask one more time, what do you two know about whoever that was screaming bloody murder on your property?” says Taehyung.

​“We don’t know anything,” supplies Y/N. “Now unless you got a warrant or something, I going to have to ask you to leave. Now.” Her lips purse in barely retained frustration. She squares her shoulders and lifts her chin defiantly. She refuses to be cowed by this fool. She has encountered much worse than the likes of him.

​“You know you two could get in big trouble for lying to an officer of the law, right?” Taehyung encroaches into Y/N’s space, face molded into a sneer, dark eyes peering into hers. He was a man used to getting what he wanted. However, before he could go any further, Jimin steps in.

​“Hey, come one Tae, she’s got a point, no warrant not much we can do. And besides, you know Chief told us to drop this. Let’s go.”

​Although Officer Kim looks prepared to argue, with his partner standing down, he knows he will have to leave and regroup before anything further happens.

​“Fine,” he relents, “but I will be seeing you again. The both of you.” And with heavy steps he exits the building, fury pulsing through his body. Jimin hangs back.

​“It might be time for the boss lady to start pulling her connections for that one,” he throws his thumb over his shoulder, pointing at his partner. “Could be trouble if it isn’t nipped in the bud.” Park tips his hat, winks at Y/N, and leaves, easygoing and stride confident. Perv.

​Jungkook picks up the phone as soon as the officers leave, speed dialing Miss Lim with the update. She picks up on the first ring, fully aware of Officer Kim’s previous visit. Her words are difficult for Y/N to hear through the receiver. Despite not hearing the words, she can tell her employer is instructing Jungkook to navigate through the clerking system to look up the previous occupant of the suite. It was the Holmolka suite. With a few clicks here and there, it looks like the Mrs. Ushakova that rented the room on the aforementioned date is added to the Do Not Rent list, all her guest privileges cleared and an alert placed on her account. Mistakes as done by Mrs. Ushakova are not allowed by establishments such as the Hotel Corrl, where silence and confidentiality are sacred dogma. Her indiscretions come with repercussions. Jungkook hangs the phone up.

​With the hours flowing by, the previous lethargy felt by Y/N has now been replaced with worry due to the police’s visit. She hopes that the remainder of the night shift can continue as normal. Though that remains to be seen, as Mr. Kim’s guest now arrives. Y/N has seen her face before. In fact, she just saw her this morning, at St. Francis for her clinical rotation. The girl giggled particularly obnoxiously, in-light of Y/N’s reprimand via their professor. She just can’t seem to remember the girl’s name for the life of her. She must be more tired than she realized.

​“Call Mr. Kim’s room, he should’ve mentioned that I was supposed to be arriving.” she hadn’t even made it all the way to the front desk before she starts haughtily commanding the employees to do her bidding. Jungkook takes this as his cue to simply crouch low under the desk as if he were searching for something. He isn’t. As the girl reaches Y/N, she lays one well-manicured hand on the large oak desk while leaning on the other one. She examines her nails as though she was contemplating different acrylic shades that can replace her current pearlescent one. Y/N hesitates for a beat, a sliver of concern for her classmate becoming more discernible after another second. Unfortunately for her, the girl notices, her eyes flicking upwards.

​“Hello? I said I was expected, shouldn’t you be notifying him?” she asks, her snobbishness a blatant fixture on her person.

​After another missed beat, Y/N clicks through her computer program. She is aware of exactly who this girl is, and as such, dithers her way around the clerking system. She can’t just let her classmate go to Mr. Kim’s room, can she?

​“Sorry, he doesn’t seem to be checked in, are you sure this Mr. Kim is staying here?” Y/N asks. Jungkook side-eyes her from below, still looking for nothing.

​The girl narrows her stare, scrutinizing the female operating the front desk. Realization dawns on her as she smirks. She fails to read the near-imploring gaze her classmate working the computer gives her, a sign of precaution.

​“Oh, I know you. You’re that dumbass from this morning! At St. Francis Hospital? The one that went into the wrong patient’s room and tried to give her the wrong medication? I remember you,” the girl’s smirk expands. “Now you see, I know my date for the night is here, I have it right here in his texts,” She brings her phone up as if to show Y/N the incriminating evidence. “And I don’t think it would do so well for your job here if I just call him and let him know that you of all people are stopping him from getting my services for the night, would it? How about this, you don’t stop me from doing my job and I will make sure you don’t lose yours!” She flips her hair with a flourish. Y/N pauses for a moment, a sickeningly sweet smile appearing on her mouth.

​“Ah, it seems I have made a mistake, he has already checked in.” A few extra clicks on the computer and a newly scanned room key later, she picks up the hotel phone to make a call up to the Lalaurie suite.

​“Mr. Kim, your guest is here, shall I send her on up?” With Mr. Kim’s confirmation delivered, Y/N delivers her classmate to his suite, hospitality in full swing.

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​ A few minutes after 3 o’clock in the morning, the front desk phone rings. Y/N is reading a chapter in her textbook about proper bedside manner whereas Jungkook is playing solitaire on his computer. Like second nature he picks up the receiver. Mr. Jung is calling. With little being said, Jungkook turns to his colleague.

​“Hey, Mr. Jung wants his extra towel service now, you think you could do it?”

​“Sure, gotta get away from this book or I might go cross-eyed.” She replies. She takes her master key and walks towards the elevator down the hall. She presses the glass button, standing in front of the elevator doors, a tacky reflective emerald green coating the doors as she waits. She looks up at the electronic number screen above the doors, the numbers still descending, five, four, three, two, one. A ding sounds out as the doors slide open and Y/N steps in, pressing for the twelfth floor, where the most important guests stay. When the doors reopen, this time many stories above ground, she takes a left down the hallway where in a small corridor next to the elevator is a well-maintained utility closet. To provide Mr. Jung his towel service, she grabs a laundry bin, a couple plastic tarps, several bottles of bleach, gloves, and many white fluffy towels made from the finest Egyptian cotton. Only quality at the Corll. Bin in hand, Y/N rolls the container down the hallway, past the elevator to one of the only three rooms on this level. Arms going jiggly from pulling the cart to its designated location she finally stops in front of the Kemper suite, Mr. Jung Hoseok’s room. She knocks on the door three times, and before a fourth one rings out, Hoseok swings the door open, blood coating his clothes and body, from his hands to his neck, splatters across his visage.

​“Oh! Thank you! You can put that over here,” he says appreciatively, pointing to a corner of the room next to the flat-screened television. Y/N rolls the bin full of supplies past the lean black haired man, across the blood soaked carpet, past the cold blue corpse lying in a pool of his own liquids, past the California King euro plush mattress to the corner of the room.

​“There you go sir. Now you do know that because you are staying in our Kemper suite you have complimentary room service, right? Are you sure you just want the extra towel service?” she asks doubtfully.

​“No, no, its fine, I always preferred doing my own disposal, I can get it just right that way!” Mr. Jung smiles enthusiastically. With a smile and a nice hundred-dollar tip in hand she looks over at the redhead splayed on the floor, blue eyes staring wide eyed at the ceiling, fear frozen in their features. She looks smaller than she did on her own poster Y/N notes, before tucking the money away and leaving the room.

​She shuts the door behind her and turns towards the elevator when she notices something at the other end of the hall. Someone is crawling. Y/N lets out a deep sigh, tucks her tip into her pocket, and stalks down the hall in exasperation. As she gets closer, she sees its her classmate from before bleeding profusely, begging for help.

​“Please, please help me! I’m- I’m dying!” she gurgles out, sobbing in between her words. Y/N bends down, and huff expelled, grabs the girl’s long hair soaked in her own blood before she starts dragging her back down the hall, back to her client’s door. She screams and cries and begs for her life, but Y/N is unphased, continues dragging her classmate to her doom. Three door knocks echo through the hallway. Namjoon opens the door, perplexed by the sight before him. He is freshly showered, a towel slung low around his hips, water still dripping down his built chest. Cold fisheyes looking back.

​“Sorry to bother you sir, seems you almost lost one.” She calmly says, as she lifts up the girl’s hair as she screams.

​“Ah, my apologies,” he then reaches down into his bag sitting by the door. “I thought I had finished with her. It seems I was incorrect.” With deft fingers he grasps the handle of a large hunting knife from the front pocket of his bag.

​“No! No! Please!! Don’t-!” and with one swift slice, Namjoon swipes the blade through the girl’s throat. She falls forward, death rattle sounding out between her lips.

​“It’s fine Mr. Kim, she couldn’t have made it far anyway.” Y/N asserted.

​“Eh, I still pride myself in thoroughness,” He wipes the knife clean on the towel slung across his hips. “Could you make sure room service comes tomorrow after I have checked out?”

​“Of course, sir, I will make sure to notate that for the morning shift. Have a good rest of your stay.” She bows her head a bit in deference and turns to make her way down the elevator.

#​#​#

​As the morning sun rises, Yoongi makes his way to the hotel lobby for the free coffee and continental breakfast served there. He yawns into the air before grabbing an apple fritter in one hand and black coffee in the other. He turns to Y/N and Jungkook still manning the front desk, counting down the minutes until they can leave. He acknowledges the both of them but before he could go finish his treat Y/N stops him.

​“Yoongi, before I forget, make sure the Lalaurie suite gets room service after Mr. Kim checks out. Its his special request.”

​“Seriously?” he grumbles, “He is always ruining our mattresses! And we then we have to replace them! Last time, the new housekeeper accidentally walked into his suite before he left and he was honest to God cuddling the body! Who does that?” Y/N shrugs in response, her eyes bloodshot. She’s ready for the nap of a lifetime. Before she gets any more exhausted, Soohyun comes in for shift relief. Thank God. Jungkook offers a short update on the cop debacle and after not much longer both employees pack up and walk out the lobby doors.

​Y/N shuffles towards her bus stop down the walkway, adjacent to the beach. She makes it past the light posts fading off, one by one as she walks past them. She walks by the missing persons poster and takes in the crisp clean air. She decides she is going to go home, sleep, and then wake up for a study session. If she wants to eventually be a top-notch nurse, she needs to act the part. She feels the tip money burning a hole through her pocket reminding her of a job well done. It gets messy but the pay is nice.

[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH33

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 3,595

- Author Note: There is a small text exchange between Seul and Jin in this chapter, so i put the text up.

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Chapter 33

“Seul, what is the matter? Why with the sudden notice?” Wongeun placed the letter down on his lap, expelling a long sigh. Once again hesitation ripped off the confidence that she had earlier. She had given this into a thought, even Jin would give her a call without fail despite not being there physically by her side. Ever since her encounter with Mr Kwon, she had never seen him lingered around the shop. God knows, when he decided to make his appearance again.

Wongeun snapped his fingers to bring back her attention to him “Am I talking to wall? Is there something that I must know? You are a little off these days” Seul smiled meekly adding to his suspicion.

“It is nothing. I think mother needs me by her side. Her health is deteriorating, it is best to pay more attention on her” she lied. It was an established fact that she quit after finding out the truth about Mr Kwon.

She needed to- no, she must stay away from him as far as possible.

“Seul.. if this is about your mother, you know we can help you. You don’t have to resign” he reasoned.

“Oppa, I think it is about time to focus on something that is more important in my life. I have nothing against this place, hell I have been working for two years with you. It is not easy for me too, but I hope you understand” her cold lips emitted a heavy sigh. She looked at him sadly “Please?” Wongeun leaned back in his seat.

He was morose and kept his mouth shut making her anxious for no reason. “It is hard to let you go Seul. You are a good employee and a good friend of mine. Just so you know, the door is opened for you anytime. Hit me up, and you can get that apron of yours back” he lightens up the mood earning a small chuckle from the girl.

“Thank you oppa, I know I can trust you with this. Don’t worry I will come to visit once in awhile to check on you guys” Wongeun said quickly “And to buy a box brownies” she laughed softly.

“Yes, a box of brownies. I will never forget you, for all the things that you did for me. So, thank you again” Wongeun shook his head and eyed the girl closely. “Don’t sound like we are not meeting each other anymore. Seul just don’t-“ a voice spread across the room, pausing the conversation that they had.

“It is stated in the contract; all employee must give two months’ notice before resigning”

That voice again. Seul’s breath hitched when his eyes laid on her, scrutinizing her from head to toes.

Why is he here? She mentally groaned in dissatisfaction.

Surprised by their manager sudden appearance, Wongeun stood up almost immediately and bowed politely “ Sir, I didn’t know you will be coming today” he murmured while giving an eye signal to Seul demanding her to greet the important person in front of them.

She rose from her feet with so much reluctance didn’t want to appear suspicious, so she gave the old man a little bow without sparing any look at him.

Dressed in navy blue suit, he had round dark shades to cover that two pair of evil eyes which she hated the most. Not long after, he took off his shades, keeping it inside his pocket with an unreadable expression “ Miss Ji, your resignation letter is invalid. I will not accept it. Draft a new one as an advance notice, you may leave the job in two months” his voice was mocking her, to flaunt his power that he had on her.

Seul’s jaw tightened, letting the anger sipping in “I don’t remember having that kind of terms in the contract?” she snapped.

A mischievous smirk spread across his face “ Keep the job for two more months or pay the penalty, your call” Wongeun blinked confusedly sensing the tension in the air as though these two were playing with fire, getting ready to throw it at each other.

“I will pay the penalty fees” said Seul confidently.

“I reckon you can afford those fees. It may cost you fortune. I suggest the first option anyway” the tone of his voice was so snobbish making her fuming in anger. She pondered upon this matter again. If she insists on quitting the job and pay the penalties, where to find the money?

As much as she wanted to seek help from Jin, that sounded impossible. This would only make her to appear like a gold digger. She was not that desperate.

She couldn’t believe it with her ears that after so many years, he still had the audacity to pull such threat on her. This simply means she had to put up with him for two more months before freed herself from this evil lair. How was it possible to survive that?

“Miss Ji, I am waiting” he tapped his finger on his branded wrist watch.

“Fine, I will hand in the new notice tomorrow” Wongeun sent her an apologetic glance considering he didn’t have much say in this. He too didn’t understand why Mr Kwon seemed so interested in this business recently. All these years, he never showed up and would contact Wongeun occasionally through phone call.

Something is fishy, he thought.

“Good. Enjoy your last two months here, you never know what awaits you” those last sentences sent chill down her spin. You never know what awaits you, it rung inside her head in loop. She couldn’t simply forget it just because it came from the nastiest human being alive, Evil Kwon.

Without wasting any more seconds to breathe the same dirty air as his, Seul excused herself to tend her job. Wongeun watched her back leaving the scene with a heavy heart. There were unanswered questions inside his head that need to be answered soon.

Satisfied with his successful plan in keeping the girl under his radar, he was ready to leave. “I want her letter by hand and she must submit it to me personally. Tell her to come to my house tomorrow, I will be working from home” he ordered.

Wongeun nodded, trying to be optimist since the older man made Seul to submit her notice all way to his house without any solid reason. How odd was that?

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Two more days till home. Just two freaking days, then he could recharge back the energy in him. He already missed his odeng and eomuk though, for the time being Seul would be keeping those two cuties with her during his absence.

Jin decided to laze around a bit considering the practice for their concert tomorrow had taken almost 13 hours of his time straight without break. He plopped himself on the comfy king-sized hotel bed and expelling a tired sigh. Massaging his aching shoulder, he released another loud grunt not liking the pain that took over his body.

His roommates, Jungkook and Namjoon were out to get food with Jimin. As soon as they reached their hotel, he went straight to his room without wasting more time outside. Jin prioritized his sleeps more than anything. He fished out his phone from his pocket and decided to text Seul again.

He bit his lower lips muffling the small chuckle from his mouth. Nowadays, the mere thought of Seul became the source of strength in him. Even though this feeling that he had for her started way back then, but he’s too afraid to admit it.

Someone needs a love counselling session.

Joyfully, his fingers moved swiftly against the screen and typed a quick hi to Seul.

Damn, why is he like this?

   Seul was reading his last message and her eyes flew open in surprised to see his name appeared on the screen. Jin’s quick reflex was no joke, he acted as if Seul was at the brink of death. Giving Seul no time to process, Jin bombarded her with questions which almost knocked her sense out from her body.

“Where are you meeting him? With who??

“Are you by any chance alone?”

“Don’t tell me your best friend refuse to follow you there!”

“Seul don’t go! It is dangerous! The last time you’re breathing in the same room as his, he almost ripped your dress apart. Goodness woman!”

“Geez Kim Seokjin. One at a time. Your words fly faster than bullets. I am alone, no, Hwasa is working. She can’t ditch her job because there’s only her and Sera working this shift. And, about the first question, I am heading to his home” Seul swore to god Jin’s high pitch yell could be heard miles away. This was the exact reason she didn’t want to tell him about her plan meeting the old man alone. Jin would react this way.

“YAH ARE YOU INSANE? DID YOU JUST OFFER YOURSELF TO THE EVIL MAN VOLUNTARILY? ABORT MISSION. RETURN. HOME. NOW!” he yelled angrily through the speaker earning a soft hiss from the latter.

“Are you mad?”

“No. I am so happy that you are now on your way meeting Mr Kwon, what a beautiful reunion!” his sarcastic remark sounded so Min Suga. When she thought about it again, they must be spending too much times together as a roommate.

Seul snorted “I know but like I have a choice. I just need to submit this and once this reach him, I will leave immediately. I will take care of myself Jin” her voice softened at the end. Her heart skipped weirdly at the attention that he showed to her, like when he sounded so protective over her it drove her wild heart to edge.

“I know you can take care of yourself, but I don’t trust him Seul. Think about this again? His threat is empty, about the penalty fees I can help-“ she blurted quickly before Jin could say more.

“I don’t want you to help me. This is an issue that I can solve by my own. I only need your morale support and I don’t need your money. Jin, I can handle him. I will contact you as soon as I am out from his house alright?” for some reason her assurance did not sound tempting to him at all. Jin didn’t feel good about this.

The end of the line fell into dead silence worrying the timid girl. Angry Jin was not pretty, and she knew it would lead to more harm than good. “Jin..” she called him out softly meting his heart.

Aish, how can I stay mad at you, woman. Jin rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Under one condition, don’t hang up on me until I make sure he won’t do something inappropriate to you” she frowned and stopped in front of the beautiful bungalow house. For a second, the size of the house took her breath away but realizing who’s the owner of this property, she cringed in disgust.

“That is impossible. International call is expensive Kim Seokjin, are you mad?”

“I can afford that, just listen to me, will you?! Stop being so stubborn!” Seul sighed and glanced at her phone screen before pressing it back near her ears.

“Look, my battery barely survives this phone call Jin. I will call you as soon as I am done, it wont take long. If I didn’t get back in 15 minutes, you can reach Hoon and tell him my whereabouts” she suggested to ensure Jin wouldn’t make fuss over this again.

Jin paused for a second before responded “15 minutes is too long! Why do you need 15 minutes when you can just leave the letter at his doorstep and leave immediately?” as expected from Jin, he wouldn’t take things lightly.

“Every step that I take is more than one second you moron. To add to those delay is my hesitation, can you just spare my life for 15 minutes and reconsider my offer. Gosh, you are impossible!” she exclaimed.

“Ji Seul, I don’t like what you are doing” he scowled.

Seul rubbed her head, with a small sigh “Do you trust me?”

“I always trust you but not now. It is not a good idea, you still have time to change your mind and take off from there. I..just that- I am not there for you Seul. I don’t want anything happen to you” low murmurs could be heard clearly and Seul found herself smiling shyly. This different side of Jin always make her looking forward to spend more time with him in the future.

“I promise, I will be back in 15 minutes without scratch, can you wait for me till then?” she bit her lower lips nervously. Did she sound like she’s flirting with him? Why was she worried over her choices of words and tone of voice? This is sickening.

Jin finally gave in and nodded “15 minutes not more. If you don’t give me a call within that time, I am calling cops”

“Hoon” she corrected.

“Hoon has no gun, cops have one”

Seul whined “You are not calling the cops! I forbid you in doing so, just call Hoon” he chuckled softly picturing Seul’s pout in his head.

“Fine, Hoon”

“I have to go, I will be back in 15 minutes max alright?” she hung up without bidding a goodbye and annoyed the hell out of him. He glanced at the clock in fear, 15 minutes from now Seul must be out safely from that home.

Or else, Jin..

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Entering the luxurious lavish home, her eyes scanned the interior admiring it along her way. The maid brought her to another wing of the house which she assumed where his office would be. Taking a deep breath, she dragged her heavy legs entering the office and not to forget thanking the maid before the woman disappeared from her sight.

“You made it” the old man tore his gaze from the pile of document in front of him to Seul. She wished how earth could just swallow her right now rather than being in the same room as his. Seul mustered her courage and approached the wooden table slowly, “I am here to submit my letter as you requested” placing the letter on the table, she took a step back.

“I will get going now” she mentally screamed to quickly exit the suffocating room and normalize her breathing. Mr Kwon smug, taking his time to say this one thing that could stop her from walking away through that door.

She reached for the door knob and before she could open the door, Seul heard him chucked lowly “I know what you are looking for. It is your biological father, right? What if…” he stood up from his leather swivel chair, walking stealthily towards Seul.

Her brows flinched as he continued “What if, I know who your real father is?” he minimized the gap between them.

Seul’s eyes shot open realizing what this man tried to offer her, “Wh-at… nonsense is that…” her eyes threw daggers as she backed away, pressing her back against the cold door. The older man cackled in delight watching how much power he had on Seul.

“Not nonsense, but I do know where to find your real father”

“I don’t trust you”

“Really? Did your mother ever tell you about your real father?” he brought his face closer to her, teasing the girl in process. Her lower lips quivered in fear “I know… he is one my father’s best friend” she held back her tears from hitting the ground.

He nodded “True, but have you seen any photo of him?”

“Why does it matter?!” she snapped.

“You have such a loud mouth, it could be used for better thing in the future” he rubbed his thumb over her lips only to be slapped away by Seul harshly. “Don’t touch me” she gritted her teeth in anger, feeling offended by his sexual remarks.

“Alright, I won’t touch you. But that won’t change the fact that I know where to find your real father” he tilted his head studying her expression. It was a mixture of pain and anger. “Your dad is closer than you think” he whispered in her ears.

Seul shook her head frantically “I will never listen to a bastard like you, stay the hell away from me” Mr Kwon let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Stay the hell away from you? Even blood can’t tear us apart Seul” he snorted. “I will spare you for now but remember, my arms always open for you in case you need me” he twisted the door knob, opening the door for her.

With one final glance, she scurried off the room using the last ounce of strength in her body afraid that the bipolar man might change his mind in the middle and decided to lock her up or kidnap her. Once she felt the cold wind hit her skin, she was relieved to survive the battle with demon inside.

Thinking about his words earlier, could it be true that he knew who’s his father. Hence, there was a chance for her to find him. She realized it was too early to put a trust on his word especially it came from Mr Kwon.

Seul still had her mother, she is the key to every questionable thing in her life.

If she could dig it from her mother, then she didn’t need Mr Kwon’s help. He wouldn’t do it for free, there’s always be an exchange of something every time people seal a deal with him.

Her loud ringtone brought her out of her trance, and she answered without even bother to look at the caller id “Seul! Thank god you are alive. Have you met him? Did he do something? Are you okay?” his panic voice rose from one octave to another.

“Nothing happen so can you calm down? Save your voice for tomorrow’s concert. I delivered the letter and leave before he could say anything” it was not the perfect time to tell Jin about the things in relation to her father. She would tell him when she’s sure Kwon’s words were not a mere bluff.

Jin disagreed “I can’t stay calm knowing you are with him! Don’t do that again. You are scaring me woman. Are you on your way home?” she hummed a soft yes and started walking.

“Then I will give you a company until you reach home” his crazy ideas made her smile.

“Don’t be silly, I am perfectly fine. Go to sleep Jin”

“This woman.. It is 9PM and you are sending me to bed already?”

Her nose scrunched up in annoyance “You have to wake up early tomorrow nevertheless, it is not a bad idea to sleep at this time” she defended her earlier statement.

“I am walking you home, that is my final decision! Now, how’s your day?” her eyes were rolled back digesting his cliché side, though deep down inside she could say this was a romantic gesture. With Jin’s soft voice rang in her ears along her journey back home, she feared nothing in this world.

His voice was gentle and soothing enough that it drove a part of the fear away.

With his voice, it shortens the distance to her home. Not to mention, every time she laughed at Jin’s silly dad jokes, half of her burdened were being lifted from her shoulder. Entering her building, she climbed the stairs tiredly unlocking the door. Kicking her shoes at the corner, she promised to clean it up the first thing when she woke up tomorrow. Seul hurried inside her room with Jin voice nagged in the background urging her to head to bed as soon as she reached home.

“Are you in your room?”

“Yes, Mr Kim. I am in my room” she threw her exhausted body on the bed, throwing arm over her head.

“Good, now get changed and rest. Text me a good night when you are done” Jin let out a soft chuckle.

“You are so demanding. Not even my boyfriend but you are acting like one” murmuring with eyes closed, she stretched a little.

He argued “I just walked you back home so appreciate me” Seul’s soft giggle tickled his heart. He sunk on his bed, laying on the cold mattress with a foolish smile across his face.

“So full of yourself, why I am not surprised”

“Consider this as our first date” he muttered.

“What?” bewildered, Seul sat up trying to brain the meaning behind those shady words. She heard his heavy breathing at the end of the line, as he continued “About, me walking you back home, consider it a date” out of a sudden his voice turned fifty shades darker and romantic, enticing every part of her body.

What the hell Kim Seokjin? That is cringy! Jin facepalmed.

“Don’t say anything, pretend that you misheard that. Oh gosh, I must go. Don’t forget to text me a good night! Bye Seul!” he spat the words out like flying bullets without giving the girl a chance to say anything and hung up.

Jin rolled on his bed, screaming in the pillow blaming his sloppy and foolish action. He was worried if that scare the girl away. Grunting in frustration, he felt like he just screwed up his blooming relationship with Seul.

Just what is wrong with me, Jin was frustrated and feeling a little remorseful over his action.

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↳ Index [Chapter 30 - Greenhouse]

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: sweet & cute moments, yearning & sadness, fighting, reckless decisions, wounds

Wordcount: 7.2k

a/n: he is trying you guys

You aren’t alone on the hallways once you leave Taehyung's wing the next morning.

“Holy shit”, you squeal, “Y-Yoongi?”

Yoongi stares at you with a frown and his arms crossed in front of his chest. 

“Are you still angry?” he asks dryly.

You scoff, looking to the side.

Yoongi shifts his gaze to the tray in your hands. The bowl of soup was untouched.

“You should have eaten the soup, I put a lot of effort into it”, he grumbles.

“I don’t care. I wasn’t hungry.”

“Well, I hope you are today”, he says and turns his back to you, “come downstairs, I prepared breakfast.”

“No I don’t want-“

“This wasn’t a request but an order”, he hisses, sending you a dark look over his shoulder.

You blink in surprise, unable to find an answer. He is already gone when you finally find one.

“Why is he such an ass?” you whisper, “seriously if he knows that I was all sad last night he could at least tone down the ass for a bit.”

You hurry downstairs, stomping loudly as you do. You are mad at him, but you are not in the mood to get scolded by him later on. You would only start crying like a baby if that happened.

The kitchen is empty, the smell of food lingering in the air is the only indicator that someone used it.

“Yoongi?” you call out, twisting and turning, “what the hell where did he go?”

“Right here”, a deep grumble from the left side.

It makes you flinch.

“Geez”, you groan, “you need to stop startling me, it’s not funny.”

He shrugs his shoulders.

“I think it is, you look silly when you startle”, he says dryly.

You scoff, “wow, thanks. Exactly what I needed to hear today.”

He studies your face for a moment before he shrugs his shoulders again.

“Come on, follow me”, he says and leaves the kitchen.

You hurry after him with big steps, catching up with him just as he crosses a corner.

“Where the hell are you taking me? Listen, I’m really not in the mood for stupid games today. I slept awfully last night and I just want to relax today.”

Yoongi sighs in annoyance, leading you through a door.

“Hello? Are you not going to answer me?” you ask, staring at the side of his face.

“No”, he states calmly.

“Wow”, you scoff and laugh in disbelief, “thanks.”

Yoongi is wearing heavy boots today. You know that he does because with every step he takes, the metal clamps on them jingle. On other days his steps are silent, but not today. It is a nice change, you grew bored of only hearing your steps in this massive estate.

The estate looks different too. White marble floors and ivory walls with impressive paintings in golden frames hung on them. The tall windows let in the morning air, red curtains swaying in the wind. Even the doors were different from the rest of the estate. Bright white with golden flower ornaments all over them. And on the ceiling, high above your heads, impressive frescos were gazing down at you.

“It’s beautiful here”, you gasp, “how come I’ve never been here before?”

“It’s Jimin's wing”, Yoongi states dryly.

“What?” you squeak, eyes growing big.

“It’s not like he needs it now”, he states matter-of-factly and opens one of the white doors.

You follow him inside and down another corridor, closer and closer to a golden door.

This is Jimin's wing? It is beautiful and filled with so much light. How can a monster like him live like this? So clean and almost dreamlike.

“He wasn’t always a monster”, Yoongi says, startling you.

“What the fuck? Did you just read my mind?”

“It’s not my fault when your thoughts are basically yelling at me.”

You stop in your tracks, so does Yoongi. He turns around and looks at you with an annoyed frown.

“Did someone ever tell you that you are rude as fuck?” you spit, crossing your arms in front of your chest, “you can’t just read people's minds without their consent. What if I thought of something really embarrassing?”

“You think I would have called you out on it?” he scoffs, “relax, I just wanted to know what you thought of his home.”

“Then ask me? Like every other normal person would?” your eyes are widened in disbelief.

He rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue.

“Come on, we’re almost here”, he says and turns to continue his path.

You hate him. And if you can hear this Min Yoongi then good, hear it. You think as loudly as possible, sending daggers Yoongi's way with darkened eyes.

Yoongi has already reached the end of the corridor now waiting for you by the golden door.

“Hurry up!”

“Fine!” you call back, jogging down the hallway.

Once you have reached his side, Yoongi finally opens the door. Warm air caresses your skin, the smell of flowers accompanies it. A big greenhouse reveals itself to you. Grey gravel paths snake themselves through dozens of flower beds and to your left a pond was gurgling. The buzzing of bees was hidden in the background and birds chirp happily in the high trees.

“Holy shit”, you gasp, mouth falling open, “this is incredible.”

“Come on, you can look at it later”, Yoongi says and takes your hand.

“What the- hey! Stop dragging me”, you hiss, stumbling after him.

Yoongi leads you through the greenhouse, past the little pond and through a tunnel of red roses. One turn to the right, past some high grasses and a little tree and a fountain reveals itself to you. It wasn’t big, just enough to fill the air with its melodies. Next to the fountain a round metal table with four chairs was waiting to be used. It was painted white with a few rusty spots on the feet. On two of the chairs pillows were placed and on the table hand-painted porcelain was holding your breakfast.

“Wait, what? Are we eating breakfast here?” you gasp, watching Yoongi pull a chair out for you.

“Yes”, he says, helping you sit down. He pushes the chair closer to the table and then goes to sit down opposite of you.

You are staring at him, eyes widened.

“Are you serious?”

He nods his head, frowning.

“Eat, it’s going to become cold if you continue being so noisy”, he grumbles.

“Will the others join us?”

“No. They haven’t come back yet.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Don’t worry about them, they will manage.”

“Yeah, I guess”, you say and sigh.

“I know you want to help them too princess, but you are safer here.”

“I guess”, you murmur.

Yoongi shifts in his chair. He sits up and pushes a plate of neatly cut cheese closer to you.

“Here, try this. It’s good cheese.”

“Thank you”, you say and take a piece of mozzarella, “mhm it’s good”, you mumble sadly, chewing it slowly.

“See?” he pushes another plate of food closer to you, “so eat a lot.”

“Mh-hm”, you nod your head, lowering your eyes.

“Hey princess, don’t frown. I’m sure they’re very grateful for everything you do for them.”

“I just feel so unnecessary. I want to help.”

“You are helping, trust me.”

“How? I can’t even be there for him.”

Yoongi exhales, it doesn’t sounds annoyed but it does sound slightly helpless.

“By staying here. Seokjin has a lot going on with Emma and you shouldn’t put another burden on him by wanting to come with him. He has to protect you then and that’s not something he wants to do right now.”

It does make sense. Yoongi finally says something that makes sense to you.

“You think so?” you ask him.

“Yes”, he says. Other people would have smiled at your right now, but Yoongi doesn’t. And yet somehow that doesn’t confuse you, because he is Yoongi and he is already doing a lot by giving you his version of comforting words.

“Thank you”, you whisper.

Yoongi simply pushes a bowl of fruit salad closer to you, doing so wordlessly. Then he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Are you going to stay with me?”

“Sure, someone needs to make sure you don’t stab yourself with the knife”, he says.

“You know I’m not that clumsy”, you mumble with slight distaste lacing your voice. Although you are unsure if that distaste wasn’t just pretend.

That location is amazing, the food looks delicious and you are pretty sure that Yoongi wants to stay with you because he knows how lonely you felt last night.

Yoongi scoffs, looking away.

He read your mind again. Your heart feels funny for a moment. So it is true, this is to cheer you up. Min Yoongi went through all this effort to cheer you up.

Yoongi shifts in his chair before he reaches for the can of warm beverage. He pours himself a cup first, doing so with his lips curled into a thin line. Then he prepares it for you, staying silent the entire time. He pushes it closer to you. It has a dark brown colour to it, like that of coffee.

“Oh, I don’t really like coffee.”

“I know princess, that’s tea”, he says dryly, pouring some milk into your tea.

So he knows. Yoongi knows.

“Oh…thank you”, you say, eyes glued to his features.

Yoongi averts his gaze to your face and for a moment his eyes seem to soften.

“Just eat”, he grumbles, looking to the side again.

“Are you not going to eat?”

“No, I can’t be bothered.”

“Okay, uhm.”

And so you eat, feeling surprisingly happier than you did after waking-up. The food is incredible and without a doubt the best breakfast you had in a long time. If not ever.

“Did you cook all of that?” you ask him, munching on a perfectly done soufflé.

“Yes. Why? Do you want to complain again?” he hisses.

“Geez”, you click your tongue in distaste, “chill my dude. I was going to compliment it.”

He seems surprised for a moment, but does an almost flawless job at covering it up.

“Thanks”, he finally says, almost whispering the word.

“Whatever, you’re welcome I guess”, you murmur, rolling your eyes.

How can someone be that grumpy all the time? It must get boring. At least you would be bored. Or maybe his grumpiness has other origins.

“Do you have your humanity off?” you ask.

Yoongi scoffs, “it shouldn’t interest you.”

“Well, it does. From what I know Jungkook, Seokjin and Hoseok have their humanity on. So does Taehyung, but when he first met me he didn’t. Jimin had his humanity off and I am pretty sure Namjoon does too. So what about you?”

“Again, it shouldn’t interest you.”

“Seriously you’re such a puzzle to me. On one hand you do all this stuff”, you say and look around the greenhouse, “but then on the other hand you are grumpy all the time and show little respect for our wellbeing at times. So what is it? Are you an old grumps or do you just not care because your humanity is off?”

“Listen princess”, Yoongi turns to you, resting his elbows on the table and leaning closer, “I am not going to tell you. Also you telling me that I don’t care about your wellbeing insults me. You think I would spend hours setting up breakfast for everyone?”

“I don’t know”, you shrug your shoulders, “would you?”

Yoongi laughs in disbelief, falling back in his chair.

“Do you care for me Yoongi?”

“What do you want me to say?” he spits.

“The truth.”

He looks away, outlining the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“You know I do”, he growls, but it sounded more like a shy whisper.

Your heart flutters.

“You’re the only way to get that idiot Kim Taehyung to realise that life isn’t about dying. So of course I care about you”, he growls, cold eyes landing on you, “you’re helpful, even if other than that you are a total nuisance.”

“Wow”, you look at your food, “thanks, you dick.”

He clicks his tongue.

“You wanted the truth.”

“Whatever, I think this was a lie”, you mumble and begin eating again. The food is so freaking delicious, it’s unbelievable.

“Tell yourself that, if it makes you feel better”, he says dryly, sipping on his coffee afterwards.

Yoongi stays with you for the rest of breakfast. Just once he disappeared to get more food. Yoghurt cream with peaches, honey and walnuts. It was otherworldly, even Yoongi ate one. You haven’t eaten that much in weeks and once you are finished, you feel so happy that you could burst.

“Do you like the flowers?” he asks, watching you as you smell a pink rose. You insisted that you wanted to stay here after breakfast, so you could look at all the plants and Yoongi insisted that he would stay with you in case Namjoon decides to return. But you knew better, his question right now was indicator enough. He wanted to cheer you up. In his grumpy, rude way he wanted to make you feel better and also perhaps apologize.

“Mhm, yeah. They smell so good”, you say and smell another rose, “I love the smell of roses.”

You look at Yoongi, “do you have a favourite scent?”

Yoongi crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“You think I have time to think about that? Only idiots have a favourite scent.”

“Well, then I’m an idiot”, you grumble, rolling your eyes.

You look at the rose then at Yoongi.

“Smell it”, you say.

“What?” he laughs in disbelief, “why should I smell a stupid plant?”

“Because it smells nice.”

Yoongi sends you an icy glare before he sighs loudly and lets his shoulders sag in defeat.

“Fine, if it makes you happy I will smell that stupid plant”, he grumbles, leaning down. He sniffs it loudly, frowning as he does. You are watching him the entire time.

He straightens up again, rubbing at the tip of his nose as if the flower tickled him.

“And? It’s nice isn’t it?” you ask.

Yoongi locks eyes with you, grinding his teeth.

“It’s not that bad, no”, he mumbles, turning his head away. He rubs his hand back and forth on the side of his neck, eyes racing from side to side nervously.

“Tzt, not that bad the man says”, you click your tongue, “it smells amazing.”

“If you say so”, he says dryly, earning himself a look of distaste from you.

“Anyhow, let’s go. I want to look at everything”, you say, eyes already racing over the flowers again.

And so you wander through the greenhouse. You in the front with an exciting sparkle in your eyes and Yoongi a few feet behind you with his hands hidden in his jeans and a frown on his face. It goes on for a long time, where he tails you as you look at all the different plants. You turn around every so often to tell him a little plant fact. He listens to it intently each time, always ending it with a grumbled “whatever” or “good to know”. It flustered you at first, how little interest he seemed to have. Until you realised that he spent his past hours listening to you ramble about plants without just once telling you that you bored him.

Now you are standing by the pond, watching the water trickle down some stones.

“Thank you for showing me this place”, you say quietly, “it really cheered me up”, you add, averting your gaze to him.

He is staring at you with his dark brown eyes widened and his pale lips pouting softly. You send him a soft smile, flustering him so much that he looks away and crosses his arms in front of his chest again.

“I’ve never seen someone walk so slowly”, he grumbles.

“Oh come on Yoongi. Just admit that you liked this too”, you say, reaching out to nudge his arm.

His muscle tenses under your touch.

“Whatever”, he grumbles, “it was alright, I guess.”

“Tzt”, you scoff, “fine, I accept it. That’s all I’m going to get from you.”

You look at the pond. A little frog is jumping from one stone to the other, quacking ever so often. You giggle as you watch it.

“I had fun too, you know”, you add quietly.

Yoongi looks at you from the corner of his eyes. You aren’t looking so you won’t notice it if he smiled. And so he does, showing off his teeth for just a second before he frowns again.

“I can give you the keys to this place”, he says dryly.

“Really?” you gasp, eyes almost falling out of their sockets from how widely you opened them.

“Yes, someone needs to take care of this place now that Jimin’s gone and I can’t be bothered to do so.”

“Holy cow”, you can’t help but giggle, “you don’t even know how much this would mean to me. I always wanted to own a greenhouse!”

Yoongi clenches his jaw, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Almost as if he is trying not to smile, at least that is what you tell yourself as you stare at his lips.

“This doesn’t come without a price however”, his dark eyes land on you, “you need to make sure that the plants are well taken care of and everything is neat and tidy.”

You nod your head vigorously, “yes of course. That’s the best part”, you take a step closer.

He studies your face.

“And you need to come to me if you need something. Tools, fertilizer, seeds, new plants. I don’t want you going to the garden centre on your own.”

You snort, “why? You scared that I’m too weak to carry all the stuff?”

“No. Kim Namjoon is still out there, I don’t want you walking around without protection”, he states matter-of-factly.

“Yeah? So your best asset in getting Taehyung to talk doesn’t die?” you tease.

Yoongi turns his head to you, “no because I don’t want to lose-“ he hisses before he falls silent and turns away, “-whatever. Are you going to promise me or not?”

You grin.

“Okay I promise…you big softie.”

He ignores you, grinding his teeth and turning to stomp to the door.

“Where are you going?” you call after him.

“Come on, we’re leaving”, he grumbles, unlocking the door.

“Geez, fine”, you groan, jogging up to him.

For a moment you and him stare at each other, then Yoongi pulls the keys from the lock and grips your wrist. He places the cold metal in your palm, stepping closer just enough so his breath was tickling your face.

“I’m trusting you not to mess this up princess”, he says, fingers lingering on your wrist.

“I won’t mess it up”, you whisper, eyes landing on his lips and fingers closing around his hand.

He sneaks a glance at your intertwined fingers.

“Good”, he says, pulling away and hiding his hands in his jeans pockets, “let’s leave.”

“Can I stay a little longer?”

Yoongi studies you from head to toe.

“Fine stay”, he grumbles, “I want to talk to Taehyung later today”, he adds.

“What?” you feel how your heart grows heavy again.

“And I want you to join me.”

“What?” you feel how your heart begins racing, “really?” you ask, reaching out to grip his wrists in excitement.

He nods his head, clenching his jaw. His eyes are glued to your fingers.

“Holy cow! Why? Yoongi?” you ask, shaking him gently.

Silence for three deep breaths then he finally talks.

“Because that idiot won’t talk”, he presses out through gritted teeth, “he is stubborn and refuses to tell me where Namjoon is.”

“And- wait a minute I need to collect myself, this is so exciting. You want me to talk to him?”

Yoongi locks eyes with you, seeming more nervous than normally.

“Yes, I think it’s time that we finally take advantage of his feelings for you. I’m sure he will open his goddamn mouth when you are the one asking the questions.”

You frown, pulling your hands back.

“Yoongi…”

“Quiet”, he hisses, “it’s decided. I won’t listen to your complaints any longer.”

And with that he storms to the door and disappears behind it. You can only hear his heavy steps on the ground, left staring at the golden door.

So you are finally going to talk to Taehyung.

Yoongi has been calling your name for the past five minutes.

“I’m in here!” you call out for the millionth of time.

The door falls open, almost colliding with the wall.

“There you are. I was looking for you. Why did you not answer me?” he growls, stomping into the room.

You had been reading in the sitting room, passing the waiting time with it.

“I did”, you close the book, “multiple times as a matter of fact. It’s not my fault that your vampire senses are malfunctioning.”

He scoffs, sending you an annoyed glare.

“Are you ready? I want to talk to Taehyung before I go hunting”, he grumbles with his arms crossed in front of his chest like always.

“Of course I am”, you jump up from the chair, “I’ve been ready ever since you told me that I could join you.”

“Good. Come with me”, he says and leaves the room.

As always you hurry after him, having to run. For someone who is significantly smaller than the rest of the guys he has a terribly fast pace going on. Sometimes you wonder where he gets it from, but then you remember that he is the oldest of them all and it makes sense again. With age comes speed, at least for vampires.

“Do you think he will talk to me?” you ask, descending the stairs with him leading the way.

“I hope he will. He hasn’t talked ever since we chained him up.”

“I mean, I’d be pissed too if I get told that I have to spend one night down there and then that one night turns into thirty”, you mumble, earning yourself a dark look.

“He wouldn’t have to be down there if he opened his mouth and talked”, he spits, throwing the door open.

Hissing and growling, the stench of rotting corpses, chilling darkness. Great. You forgot just how big of a shithole this place is.

“Urgh this is disgusting”, you gag, throwing your hand over your nose to lessen the stench.

“Yeah, rancid pieces of shit”, Yoongi agrees, kicking the hand of a rotting vampire. He had tried to grab your ankles, but Yoongi stopped him before he could.

“I mean, in their defence. It’s not their fault they are locked up.”

Yoongi turns around, shining the torch in your face. You squint your eyes, stumbling back in order not to get the flame all up in your face.

“Yeah? It’s not? Then let me tell you a little story. The fella, who wanted to grab your ankle?” you and him look at his silhouette in the shadows, “he loved torturing families. First he would skin the parents alive in front of their children's eyes and then he would make the children go play hide and seek with him.”

You gulp.

“And those two lovelies over here?” Yoongi whips around, shining the light on a couple. Their eyes are the only thing moving, “they wiped out three consecutive towns in the 1740s and when I confronted them about it, they laughed and told me that this was only the beginning.”

You draw closer to Yoongi, feeling a chill run down your spine.

“Also her. Hello there Maya, how are you? Any unborn babies you ripped out of their mothers' womb lately?” he says, waving the torch in front of a woman's rotting face.

He turns, “and who else do we have here. Oh yes! Gregory, my lovely Gregory. You know what he did? Raped-“

“Okay, okay I get it”, you cut his words, “they did terrible things. Can we please leave?”

Yoongi looks at you, dark anger burning in his eyes.

“Sure, let’s leave”, he hisses, opening the door.

He lets you enter first. Hissing and growling greets you. The greying men are fighting against their chains, staring at you with hungry eyes.

“They killed around four thousand people each”, Yoongi whispers into your ear.

A cold shiver runs down your spine, your shoulders rising to your ears in instinct.

“I g-get it”, you stutter.

“Good, I hope you do because I am not placing any random vampire in here. Those people are criminals”, he says, placing his hand on your lower back, “walk, we have more important things to do.”

The closer you get to the door, the more nervous you grow. Will Taehyung really talk to you? What if he stays silent just as he does with Yoongi? What if this turns out fruitless and Yoongi decides that your presence is unnecessary? Will he let you talk to him again or will he refuse it?

Yoongi unlocks the door, you are holding your breath. In what condition is Taehyung going to be in? And how is it going to feel to see him again after all those weeks? Will you be scared? Angry? Sad? Happy?

Yoongi hands you the torch.

“You have ten minutes and not a second longer. Also I’ll be listening to you, so don’t try anything stupid”, Yoongi tells you before he pushes you inside and throws the door closed behind him.

You startle at the sound, squeaking quietly. So the door is closed. You are all alone. You turn to Taehyung slowly, holding your breath. A gasp leaves your lips. There he is, standing in the same position he did when they chained him up. His shirt had been ripped open by his stomach, the fabric now stained black in his dried blood. His skin looks untouched, but you know that just two nights prior Seokjin’s hand was buried deep inside of it. This is breaking your heart.

“Taehyung?” you choke out.

He hasn’t even noticed that you came inside, lost in a deep sleep.

“Taehyung?”

He inhales deeply and licks over his chapped lips.

“No more please”, he croaks, body beginning to shake.

Your heart shatters in your chest. 

“It’s just me”, you whisper shakily.

He peels his eyes open and stares at you, pressing his lips into a thin line.

“Hey”, you whisper.

So there he is. Kim Taehyung. The man who allowed you to get tortured, who chased you with his friends and who watched you get murdered. There he is, chained up, starved, hurt and probably so immensely tired. You thought you would be scared to see him again or angry. After all, he allowed terrible, awful things to happen to you. And yet you aren’t scared nor are you angry. You are just so terribly worried.

“Uhm…long time no see. Right?” you laugh nervously.

Silence.

Taehyung stays quiet, lowering his head.

“How are you doing? Well, given how you’ve been locked up in this hellhole for a month I would say pretty shitty.”

Nothing. Taehyung merely changes stances, making the chains rattle quietly.

“Brrr, it’s really cold in here”, you eye him, “if I had known how freezing it is I would have brought you a sweater.”

Nothing. It is as if he isn’t even listening. But you know that he is. He just doesn’t want to talk. 

“I brought strawberries. I know they won’t make you less hungry, but they’re really sweet”, you try, closing the distance between you and him. You take one of the sweet fruits and raise it to his face.

Taehyung eyes it with a deadpan expression. A little closer. You place the strawberry against his chapped lips.

“Try it please”, you whisper.

But Taehyung turns his head away.

“I know, I’m sorry I would have brought you some blood, but Yoongi told me not to…I hope you’re not too hungry.”

You wait for his answer, but it doesn’t come. Of course it doesn’t come. Taehyung doesn’t want to talk, just like Yoongi said.

“I know I should have come here sooner, I’m sorry I kept you waiting for so long.”

Nothing.

“Yoongi tells me that you refuse to talk”, you try.

Silence. Taehyung turns away a little more.

“Why do you refuse to talk? If you would just tell him Namjoon's location he would let you go free. He told me that he would, you just need to be honest.”

Nothing. Taehyung lowers his head.

“Please?”

Like a statue he stands his ground, grinding his teeth.

“Do you really not want to be free again?”

He doesn’t answer you.

“You could drink some blood again”, but you are stubborn and so you try again, “move your arms and legs”, a step closer, “go swing dancing with me?”

Taehyung raises his head, eyes widened as they lock with yours. Finally he is responding.

“I watched a few videos online and let me tell you, I know some moves now. There is the Swinging Charleston”, you say and show it to him, “and the Coaster Step, but I’m still a little bad at that one”, another demonstration follows, “and also the Anchor step”, you show it to him, “I studied and trained, so I could impress you”, you say, finally locking eyes with him.

Tears are streaming down his face.

You feel sad as well. You need to step closer, place a hand on his chest and share the comfort it brings the both of you. He flinches at the touch, more tears streaming down his cheeks.

“I was in your library”, you whisper, brushing your thumb over his chest, “you put plants up there…”

Your eyes lock. Your bodies draw closer. Taehyung whimpers, it is barely audible.

“I thought I lost you”, he whispers.

“Taehyung…” you inhale shakily, “I’m so sorry. For everything. I’m so incredibly sorry.”

Taehyung lets out a painful squeak, shivering uncontrollably.

“Tae, my Taehyung”, you sob, cupping his face, “did Seokjin hurt you a lot?”

He nods his head, twisting the chains at the memory.

���Oh god no”, you press out and touch his stomach. The fabric of his shirt was ripped open, the edges were soaked in black blood. His skin looked untouched, it felt normal too – maybe a little cold – but you knew that this was where Seokjin’s hand had been buried inside. So you touch it, hoping for some magical power to posses you so you could heal the memories and the lingering ache.

“___ did”, he sobs, “did they. Did t-they save Jim-“, he whimpers, “is he safe?”

You hope that Taehyung can’t hear your heart shatter in your chest. So he doesn’t know. Or perhaps he does but is hoping for a magical miracle himself?

“Taehyung you-“

“Ten minutes are over”, Yoongi barges through the door. He grabs your arm roughly and pulls you away from Taehyung.

“No! Let go of me! I don’t want to leave! Let go!” you yell, but Yoongi shows no mercy.

He drags you out of the room, fingers on your arm bruising you.

“Yoongi please. He was just about to talk to me. Please let me talk to him”, you beg.

“You had your chance. That was enough conversation for the day”, he growls, pushing you out of the second room and into the dark room with the prison cells. You feel Yoongi's rough hand on your upper back, pushing you through the darkness with little respect for you.

“Why are you so cruel? You promised me that I can talk to him. He was just about to talk, you ripped me away from him!”

You stumbled, there was something on the floor. Probably chains. Yoongi catches you before you can fall, keeping an iron grip on both your arms.

“Watch where you’re walking.”

You are fighting in his grasp.

“Let go of me! I want to go back! I want to see Taehyung again!”

“Quiet now”, he barks, giving your body a rough shake. So rough in fact that for a good second your neck ached terribly and you felt dizzy in your brain.

“I hate you, I hate you so fucking much”, you are crying by now. Not out of sadness but out of pure anger.

“Don’t say that, princess”, he says dryly and pushes you up the stairs.

You stumble and stumble, barely keeping upright with all his pushing. Yoongi ignores the complaints leaving you, pushing you until you have the carpet of the hallway under your feet. You whip around in an instant, trying to sneak past him, but Yoongi stops you by wrapping his arm around your middle and pressing you against his body. You wiggle like crazy, but Yoongi stays unfazed.

“Let go of me you fuck!” you scream.

Yoongi merely rolls his eyes and turns the keys in the lock.

“You’re a monster, holy shit why do you get off on other people's sadness?”

He scoffs, locking eyes with you.

“Don’t assume such nonsense, princess”, he spits, giving your middle a harsh squeeze.

It forces a squeak out of you, making you widen your eyes at the discomfort.

“Now behave before I decide that tonight was the last time you will talk to Taehyung.”

He squeezes the tears out of you. Your lower lip is trembling like crazy, your forehead is creased in anger. You stopped fighting by now, standing in his embrace without moving.

“I’m so angry at you. He was ready to talk and you ruined it”, you choke out, having to sob afterwards.

Yoongi sighs and goes to press your head against his chest, petting the back of your head.

“Stop crying, you’ll get your chance again”, he says softly.

But you are too angry at him. You don’t want to be hugged by him or comforted, not when he is the reason why you are even crying in the first place.

“Don’t hug me”, you push at him, managing to break the hug, “you’ve lost that right when you decided that you needed to act like a prick. You knew that he was starting to talk, after all you listened to us and yet you didn’t feel like giving us five more minutes.”

Yoongi frowns, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I knew where this conversation was headed. It would have been fruitless.”

“What? You sadistic prick! So you were jealous, is that it? Because we were bonding again?” you spit.

He laughs, “don’t be ridiculous.”

“So why did you stop it? I could have gotten the answer you needed.”

“No you couldn’t have. You would have mentioned Jimin and he doesn’t need to be reminded of him.”

“He asked me about him. You, you act as if I have no idea how to handle such situations. I had everything under control and you, you…you-“, you have to stop talking just to sob.

He looks at you, “hey princess, don’t cry” he says, wanting to take you into a hug again.

“Don't touch me!” you push him away, “I don’t want to be touched by you”, you spit, before you turn around and stomp off.

“___! We still have training to do!” Yoongi calls after you.

“How about you take some training lessons on how to be a nicer person before you even dare to ask me to train with you again!” you yell, continuing your way afterwards.

You are running down the stairs, barefooted and with far too little clothing on. Right in the middle of the stairs you had almost stumbled and fell down the rest of them, catching yourself at the last moment. You kept going afterwards, needing to find the keys.

The door to the outside world was wide open. Just like you had hoped, Yoongi was gone for the night.

Down, down, down the corridor your feet take you. There, in the kitchen, light is shining into the hallways.

“Oh shoot”, you gasp.

Listening.

“Yoongi?” you call out.

Nothing changes. The kitchen must be empty, perhaps he forgot to turn the lights off before he went out hunting.

“I can do this”, you tell yourself and begin running again. You need to get to his wing, need to find his keys, need to free Taehyung.

You have had enough today. You can’t stand all the worry you have for him. He was hurting. Hurting oh so much and you were hurting with him. You have had enough. Tonight you are finally going to free him.

Stop.

And backtrack.

You had just passed by the cellar door, only to spot the keys tangling in the lock.

“Holy cow”, you choke out, Yoongi must have forgotten them, “holy cow, no way”, you gasp and rip the door open without a second thought.

You run to their blood cellar first. Hoseok showed it to you two weeks ago, thought that you would be impressed by their new big blood fridge. It weirded you out more than anything, but tonight you could smooch Hoseok on the lips for showing it to you. A blood bag, you must get it.

You are panting, not even caring about lighting a torch, using your phone light instead. The stench in the first room is almost unbearable. Hissing is rumbling in the darkness, but you know your way. Taehyung. He is all you can think about. You must get this blood bag to him. It’s not much, but maybe it will give him the strength he needs to rip himself free.

You are shaking so much that opening the second door is almost impossible. The blood bag is clutched under your arm, your fingers are sweaty.

“Come on open!” you hiss, trying to find the right key, “where are you? For fucks sake where are you?”

There are so many damned keys on this ring. Why does he need so many keys?

“Come on…ha! Found you!”

Finally the lock clicks and the door springs open.

Hissing and growling. The rattling of chains and the stench of piss. Oh god, it’s even more terrible than it normally is.

One look over your shoulder at the darkness. Nothing. You are safe. Yoongi hasn’t noticed it yet. You sneak inside and close the door, back turned to the hissing vampires.

“Quiet you’re going to blow my cover”, you murmur.

Then suddenly out of nowhere cold fingers wrap around your throat. You scream up in surprise, getting dragged back.

“What? Hey! Who’s that?” you screech.

Pain. Just like when Jimin bore his fangs into your neck.

“No! Ah! Fuck, oh god please”, you wail, eyes big in panic.

One of them grabbed you. In your inattentiveness he grabbed you and dug his fangs into your neck. It hurts so much.

“Please don’t”, you scream, fighting a fruitless fight. No matter how much you wiggle, he is stronger. He has your blood in his system now, his strength has returned.

“Give me something too. “

“Don’t be greedy.”

 “Hey, will you share?”

“My sweetest! Let her go! No! My sweetest!”

“Can the asshole in the room stop screaming?”

“Hey! Stop going so fast!”

The voices are like whispers in your ear. You can hear them somewhere far away. The pain is too big to bear. The darkness returns again. Just like in the woods. Your eyes are open and yet all you can see is darkness.

Suddenly it stops. Just like in the woods, it stops. The man falls off of you, dropping to the floor. A second later his dismembered heart joins him.

You fall, someone catches you.

“Stupid girl!” Yoongi yells, “What are you doing here? You could have gotten yourself killed!”

“Y-Yoongi”, you choke out before darkness engulfs you.

You get lifted off the ground and a second later your heavy head is falling against a shoulder.

Darkness.

You have no idea how much time had passed between the incident in the basement and you waking up in a soft bed. A sharp pain in your neck woke you. You hiss, reaching for your neck. You get stopped before you can touch it however.

“I’m not done yet”, Yoongi grumbles, pulling your hand away.

He is holding a roll of white bandages in his other hand and on your bedside table a bowl of bloodstained water was standing.

“Yoongi, I shouldn’t have-“

“Don’t. Talk. To. Me”, he growls, gripping you by the hair to tilt your head to the side.

It stings and hurts your muscles, but you don’t dare to complain. Yoongi presses a piece of cotton to your wounds, eliciting a hiss from you.

“Hold that in place”, he growls.

You follow in an instant, gnawing on your lower lip in awkwardness. He works in silence, ripping up a few pieces of tape to secure the cotton to your wound.

“Yoongi, I feel awful”, you whisper.

“Good, I hope you do”, he hisses and looks into your eyes. You have never seen such anger in them. This right here was honest. All the other times were just the normal, relaxed anger he constantly excudes. This right here was real and it was honest and it lets you know that you truly fucked up. You gulp. Not long and you are looking away, growing small in embarrassment.

It hurts. Yoongi isn’t gentle in the way he is securing the last piece of tape to your neck. And you don’t blame him. You went behind his back and almost got yourself killed.

“You’re disappointed in me.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“I was just trying to help Taehyung…”

“Do you hear yourself talk? Just once do you step back and analyse what comes out of that stupid mouth of yours?” he spits.

You are left staring.

“You want to help Jungkook and almost get yourself killed and on top of that ruin weeks of progress. You want to help Taehyung and almost get yourself killed and on top of that be responsible for a man’s death. Stop helping people when all it does is cause more harm than good.”

Your eyes prickle in tears.

“I just don’t like seeing people in pain”, you murmur, lower lip trembling.

“You are the reason they are in pain!” he yells, voice bouncing off the walls, “Jungkook suffered through weeks of guilt for what he did to you! Seokjin and Hoseok have barely slept in months because of all the worry for you! I have broken myself over and over and over again to save you! Taehyung is currently crying because of you! You don’t protect people from harm, you cause it!”

“D-don’t say that”, you choke out.

“Don’t cry! Oh for fucks sake, stop crying! Why do you always cry?” he yells, jumping off the bed, “do you really enjoy seeing yourself as such a poor, sensitive victim that crying just comes as a defence mechanism to you?”

“Stop yelling please”, you whimper, “I know I’m reckless, but what you are saying is mean.”

Yoongi laughs breathlessly, collapsing with a dresser.

“I am the only one, who is brave enough to tell you how it really is. If you can’t take the truth then this isn’t my fault.”

“No, Yoongi no”, you choke out, shaking your head vigorously, “you d-don’t mean that.”

“I gave you everything!” he screams, “the keys to the greenhouse, my time, my respect, my protection!” he yells, hitting his own chest, “even my affection! I gave you everything and in return I asked you not to go behind my back!” he is so angry that his eyes are glowing ruby, “I asked you for one thing and you betrayed me!”

“I only did so because you betrayed me first!” you scream back in desperation, “I wanted you to free Taehyung for weeks and you didn’t listen. A-and then when I can finally talk with him again, you drag me away. Do you really care that little about my feelings?”

“Of course I care about you!” he yells, throwing a candle holder across the room.

It shatters on impact, soiling the floor with centuries old wax and broken metal, “do you really think that I don’t care, just because I can’t show it as well as other people can?” he hits his own chest repeatedly, “this is all new to me too! You think I know what I’m doing? Of course not because I don’t fucking care for people!” he inhales loudly, “but I care for you! And I am trying, alright? Weren’t you the one, who rummaged around my office? Shouldn’t you see that I am trying?”

You lower your eyes.

“I’m sorry”, you whisper, feeling terrible. You went too far, you know that you did.

“No, it’s already too late. I swore to myself to never punish you, but I am fed up with you.”

You raise your head, eyes widened.

“What, what are you going to do?” you gasp.

“I am going to let Taehyung rot away from now on and do nothing about it. And you? You are never going to see him again.”

“What?”

“It’s on you, princess. If only you had tried to respect me and kept your vile mouth shut”, he spits.

“Please Yoongi don’t do that to him. Punish me, not Tae”, you choke out and then you wail. You wail as if your entire world broke down. And you have no idea why you cry, because you know that this isn’t your place to get emotional. And yet you do.

“Stop crying!” Yoongi barks.

It only makes you cry that harder. You feel so guilty.

“I said stop!”

It doesn’t work. Something inside of you has broken.

“Fine, then cry! What do I care?”

The door slams closed a second later. Yoongi left. He left you with your tears because in his mind you deserve it. And deep down, you agreed with him.

[hanalulugguk]

Debt and weightlifting

the Gloves up|| JJK series (Full Masterlist)

uploading a day earlier than scheduled, happy valentines day loves <3

you’re loved and cherished, doesn’t have to be by blood related people to you. always surround yourself with those who will love you and treat you how you deserve, and you always deserve the best.

warnings: none, it’s just jk and jimin being their usual jk and jimin selves. sleepy jk warning tho, he’s adorably annoying.

Word count: 2.9k

please stay safe, protect yourselves.

“you can keep eluding yourself with that hyung, but we all saw otherwise.” Jung kook sports a smirk, holding eye contact with jimin whilst chucking back his shot of fruity alcohol.

“well then you’re all blind, my wheels passed that finish line before your car did. Everyone is just denying because they like to kiss your ass,” jimin, with furrowed brows and creased forehead, exaggeratedly waved his arm around as he pointed an accusing finger at all the pub visitors whom were seemingly double the number of usual visitors. Coincidence?

“whatever you wish to believe hyung.” Jung kook leaned forwards resting his forearms on the table of the bar, watching as the female bartender stared him down with hungry eyes. “just shut up and drink your free drinks.” Jimin retorted with a huff looking around at the people who kept returning to the bar for refills. Obviously keen on getting wasted off of his wallet’s dispense.

“whatever you want to believe hyung.” Jimin mocked, muttering under his breath whilst rolling his eyes at his friend’s flaunty attitude.

“are you going to race in next week’s race?” jimin asked Jung kook, bringing his attention back from the bartender he was ogling at. The younger looked over at him for a second before shrugging, “not sure, I’ll decide then.” He displayed a smile as the bartender refilled his glass, making it his 4th that night.

“back at it with your ‘don’t need to practice before’ cocky bullshit?” jimin amusedly smiled as the younger once again downed the drink. “yup.” He looked down at jimin giving him a boyish toothy grin making the older shove him off his stool with a scoff. “show off.”

Jung kook giggled inarticulately, the alcohol starting to kick in. “lets head home before you start napping under tables, I’m not carrying you again.” Jimin drank the last bit of his tequila sunrise, a ‘girly drink’ as Jung kook likes to call it, completely forgetting that he himself opts for a pearly light blush pink sex on the beach, with extra peaches, every time he drinks.

“hey, that was years ago, I haven’t done that since.” Jung kook whined as jimin got off his own seat, extending a hand to Jung kook who sat on the floor with his legs extended underneath his stool like a toddler.

“hyung you can’t leave till everyone else does, you’re paying remember? I’ll head out alone” Jung kook gave a smudge smile as he attempted to lean his back on the chair behind him, but since no one was on it, the chair dragged backwards making Jung kook lay flat on his back looking up at jimin, who stood above him, with wide innocent eyes.

“yeah you think I’m leaving a drunk kindergartener go home on his own? You might look like a muscle pig but I’m not paying when I get a call asking for a couple ‘a hundred thousand dollars for you. I’ve been robbed enough today, let’s go.” Jimin grabbed a hold of both his hands to pull him up as Jung kook whined.

when he managed to get him to stand on his feet he turned to the bartender who looked sad that her eye candy was now leaving. “put it on my tab, will you?” jimin asked with a kind smile as she nodded giving him one back.

 “alright let’s go,” jimin grunted as he placed Jung kook’s arm around his shoulder to support his weight as they made their way to the door. “hyung I can walk on my own,” Jung kook mumbled with a pout as he leaned his head on his older friend’s shoulder, completely contradicting his plea. “sure you can kid.” Jimin smiled at the younger’s behavior as he made his way to his car, the door bumping into their backs lightly as jimin struggled to hold it open as he dragged the lightheaded, somehow drunk off of 4 drinks as if he pre gamed before they went, with him.

Jung kook might be the younger in this equation but he sure is the taller and much buffer one too, making it difficult to deal with his limp self when he gets drunk at the beginning of every party or event ever.

As jimin leaned to open the passenger side of the car Jung kook started slipping out of hold making jimin rush to grab a hold of him, “hey hey hey, don’t break any bones or you’ll be paying the hospital fees, I’m not spending another penny tonight.” He says sternly to the younger.

“how broke are you?” Jung kook asks looking down at his friend, “very.” He simply replies referring to rid the younger into the backseat so he doesn’t end up falling in his lap whilst he drives.

As he manages to get the door open and Jung kook in the car, Jung kook curls on the couch looking up at his older friend with a smile, “goodnight hyung.” He nuzzles into the seat as jimin stomps his foot. “no no no, no goodnights. you’re not sleeping, I will not carry you Jung kook.” He waits a second for a response but when he doesn’t get one he ups his threat, “you’re spending the night in the car if you sleep, I swear o-“ before he can finish loud snores filled the car.

Jimin slammed the car door and grumpily stomped around to the driver’s seat, mumbling about how he shouldn’t be holding mummy duty with a grown 23-year-old man.

He got in slamming the car door again hoping the sound would wake him up. He peeked into the rearview mirror as he started the car, hoping the younger would at least stir a little, but he didn’t even flinch.

Jimin let out a huff as he backed out of his spot next to Jung kook’s car that one of them will have to come pick up tomorrow.

As jimin stopped at a red light. He looked back at Jung kook, who the car filled with ridiculously loud snoring as he slept peacefully in the back, a fond smiled overtook his lips as he looked back a head. His fingers tapping to a tune on the steering wheel as he waited for the light to turn green.  

As soon as it did jimin speed off to their apartment in anticipation to carry his friend up 5 slights of stair, hating Jung kook even more for being the one to have picked an apartment so high up for ‘regular exercise’.

As he pulled up into his usual spot near the building entrance, he turned the engine off looking back at Jung kook with a huff. Jimin got out and rounded the car to the door where Jung kook’s feet were situated, he opened the door placing a foot on the car’s floored interior as he leaned in, completely covering Jung kook’s figure with his own, he slid his arms underneath his friend’s body and tried to lift him up using the foot inside the car for some momentum but it was no use, he let out a frustrated huff as he gently lowered Jung kook the tiny bit he was able to lift him. He is much heavier than he looks, and he looks pretty heavy.

Jimin backed away from his passed out friend with a frown. He stood in front of the car with his hands on his hips, racking through his brain how he was going to be able to carry his friend out the car, let alone 5 flights of stairs.

In the process of his big brother nature leaving his body as he thought of actually letting the younger spend the night in the backseat of the car, he heard someone clear their throat behind him to speak.

“need some help?” a petite girl, with short blonde hair stood in front of him, and although the building’s parking lot was barely lit he could still see her deep blue eyes staring at him, she was adorned in a bright pink robe and fuzzy rabbit slippers, making it obvious she either lived in their building or the one adjacent to it. She raised her brows as she waved at jimin to catch him out of his daze, waiting for an answer.

“uh, no no I’m fine, he’s too heavy anyway.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously looking back at the sleeping boy who was still peacefully snoring in the car.

“for one person.” She states obviously.

“it’ll be easier if I help.” She reasons as she takes a step closer to the car taking a look at Jung kook smiling as he huffed in his slumber.

“I don’t want to trouble,” jimin tries to politely decline as he sees her already pulling her sleeves back above her elbows.

“oh no trouble, I carry drunk friends all the time, plus maybe I finally stopped procrastinating taking the trash out because god knew I’d be your saving grace.” She insisted lightheartedly as jimin laughed nervously.

“okay, thank you.” He nodded gratefully, “don’t thank me yet, I said I carried drunk friends all the time, I never said I was good at it.” She retorts back with a smile making jimin laugh louder this time.

“I’ll lift him up for you and you can pull him up.” She says going to open the other door, she places both hands under Jung kook’s shoulder to lift him up slightly, as she does jimin gets back to his half in half out of the car position, he wraps his arms back around Jung kook’s torso now more capable to lift him up with the slight decrease of weight.

Both of them grunted as Jung kook suddenly decided to stir for the first time since he fell asleep, “how heavy of a sleeper is he?” the girl asks jimin as she places her knee on the backseat couch for better strength, “he always falls asleep in one of the rooms at house parties.” Jimin replies simply, trying to pull him up towards him.

“geez,” she laughs pushing him up again as jimin compensates by pulling him up, successfully getting him in a sitting position. “hurrah,” the girl cheered excitedly making jimin laugh as she hurried out of her side of the car, closing the door and helping jimin pull Jung kook the rest of the way out of the car.

As she closed the car door Jung kook, in his slumber state, wrapped his arms around jimin’s neck nuzzling his nose in his older friend’s neck. “yaaah,” jimin grumbled in annoyance at the younger. The girl giggled making jimin look down at her smiling as she smiled back.

“um, I don’t know your name by the way, I mean you saved hours of time that I was going to spend dragging this kid out of the car so..” he trailed of awkwardly as she grins back at him, “I’m Elizabeth, but no one calls me that so just, Beth.” She nods to punctuate the end of her sentence.

Jimin takes a hand off of Jung kook’s waist that was holding him in place and, with difficulty, holds it out for Beth to shake, “I’m jimin,” she places her hand in his with a small smile “well jimin, what floor are you on?” she asks supporting Jung kook who was beginning to slip out of jimin’s hold.

“the 5th,” jimin says, the dread evident in his tone, “Jesus, do you do this often?” she asks, her tone sympathetic. “well he’s a lightweight so yeah, kind of, what floor are you on?” he asks her not wanting to trouble her further or have her go all the way with him.

“the 6th,”

“that’s literally further than mine,” he retorts back at her with playful banter as Beth laughs shaking her head, “yeah but I don’t have to carry a heavy over 5.5-foot friend up the stairs every other week.” She chuckles heading to the building’s front door to hold it open whilst jimin carries Jung kook inside.

“fair enough,” he says struggling to walk up the first flight of stairs with his friend on him, “turn him around and hold under his arm.” Beth instructs him waiting next to him but he just raises his brows at her in question.

“I’ll grab his legs so it’s easier to go up.” Jimin nods turning Jung kook, “are you sure he’s asleep and not just enjoying being carried.” Elizabeth asks taking a hold of Jung kook’s feet as jimin laugh before starting to go up the stairs backwards. “you know what, that could be it.” He jokes back making her laugh.

After 5 minutes of the pair telling each other to be careful as they rounded every flight of stairs, they’re finally stood in front of jimin and Jung kook’s apartment door with jimin fishing in his pockets for the keys.

With a low ‘aha’ jimin takes them out and unlocks the door, they both carry Jung kook to the couch and practically dump him onto it. They take a second to catch their breaths as Beth clears her throat and pushes her hair out of her face, “well, I need to head back, I have an assignment to finish.” She smiles politely at jimin getting ready to bid him goodbye.

“wait,” he says straightening up and taking his apartment keys “I’ll walk you,” and right before she starts declining he speaks up again, “you helped me carry Jung kook up 5 flights of stairs it’s literally the least I could do.” She smiles nodding leading the way out, jimin closes his apartment door on his way walking up one last flight of stairs with her in silence.

It’s quiet between them until Elizabeth turns to bid him goodbye, her apartment keys in hand, “alright, thank you for walking me to my apartment jimin,” she smiles back holding his hand out for her to shake making her smile at the formal gesture, but never the less shakes his hand.

“thank you for helping me carry my drunk passed out friend inside.” They both laugh as they let go of each other’s hand.

“my pleasure, see you around.” Beth stepped into her apartment turning around to jimin, they both waved and smiled at each other one last time before she closed her door.

Jimin made his way back to his apartment, locking the door as he walks in taking his shoes off next to the door, making his way to Jung kook’s room.

He takes the covers and the pillow, making his way back to the living room where his friend lay, somehow, still peacefully asleep on the couch. He draped the covers over him making sure he is well secured underneath and put the pillow below his head.

He stood for an extra second, watching as Jung kook nuzzled into the pillow, he smiled and ruffled Jung kook’s hair as he walked to his room to sleep the dread of tomorrow’s debt off.

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It’s slightly past 10 AM when jimin walks past the empty living room and into the kitchen with freshly brushed teeth to see his younger friend sitting at the kitchen island with his hands gripping his head and a mug of something warm in front of him. Mewling sounds of pain in tone with his head shaking, likely an attempt to bear the pain.

“morning lightweight,” jimin giddily greets Jung kook, ruffling his hair as he walks past him to the coffee machine, “morning broke, unemployed, loser.” Jung kook retorts back in a muffled low voice.

“yah!” jimin turns around after turning the machine on, shooting Jung kook’s back a glare. “quite bold coming from someone who was carried in by a girl half his size,” jimin retorts back knowing it’ll rile Jung kook up out of embarrassment.

“what?!” Jung kook screams out of exasperation, turning around to face jimin, headache now seemingly bearable, or just overpowered by the embarrassment.

Jimin takes a look at Jung kook, cheeks now flushed pink, his eyes wide and questioning whether what jimin just told him was true. The older bends over in laughter at the look of pure horror displayed by the younger, “ahh gukk,” jimin straightens whilst fake wiping the none existent tear that fell in his fit of laughter, “she was very sweet, pretty too.” He adds knowing that’ll further the younger’s embarrassment.

“no,” Jung kook’s wines, running a hand through his hair as he groans like a child, “please tell me you’re lying.” Jung kook begs putting his hands together to signify. Jimin shakes his head enjoying the younger’s embarrassment. “she’s our neighbor too,” jimin points out making Jung kook halt his whining, hoping for a “sike”, but it never came.

“6th floor, apartment right above us.” Jimin grabs his ready and steaming coffee and starts to head out but pauses when Jung kook gets up to run out of the kitchen, holding his head with the seemingly amplified headache, likely to sulk in bed out of humiliation that a stranger carried him whilst drunk.

Jimin let out a giggle as he heard the younger’s bedroom door slam, continuing his venture to his room.

[sweetwritertanya]

Innocent Smile

Summary: Although you are a bubbly happy person, you are insecure about your teeth due to your braces. You feel like they make you ugly and that your boyfriend Jungkook doesn’t like them nor your smile.

Warnings: SMUT! About half is fluff/plot and the rest is smut. So, be aware of: fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do this IRL!), biting (just a bit)

REQUESTED: YES. A sweet reader asked me quite a while ago to do something with this specific scenario. Because I wanted the main insecurity to be the braces, there aren’t any specific body descriptions, so the reader can be chubby or slim. Hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 3632

“Hey, Y/N, you coming or what?” you hear Jimin’s voice call out from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, just a second and I’ll be right there!” you yell back at him.

“Don’t hurry her, Jimin. If you’re in such a hurry, just go ahead without us” an angry Jungkook proposes and you could almost see the scowl on his face and the crossed arms over his chest as he spoke.

“Geez, Kook, calm down. Jimin is just excited to go to the beach” Jin came to the second youngest rescue.

“Ok, ok, I’m ready” you immediately say, grabbing your bag and filling it up with all you had left to pack, hoping you weren’t forgetting something.

Out of the door of you room, Jungkook was sulking right behind your door, regarding with frowned eyebrows all the other six members who were lounging around waiting for you to be ready. Trying to lift up everyone’s spirits, you smile at the boys brightly as you pull the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“Who’s ready to go to the beach?” you ask happily.

“Yeah, let’s go!” Taehyung jumps from his seat and grabs Jimin and Hoseok by the shoulders, leading them out of the house and into the van waiting outside.

“It’s fine, Y/N. They are the impatient ones” Namjoon assured you, one hand on your shoulder and a dimple smile before going out as well.

“I don’t even want to go… Got dragged out of bed of bed for this, really…” you hear Yoongi grumbling lowly as he gets up.

“It’ll be fun, I promise! And the beach won’t be too busy at this time of the year, so you can nap if you want!” you promise him, smiling brightly at the tired boy.

“Fine, fine. Counting on you to keep them away from me when I’m sleeping, then” he asks of you.

“I’ll do my best” is all you’re comfortable assuring, knowing how chaotic and active the other guys were.

When everyone is gone, Jungkook comes to stand beside you as you grab the keys to close the door of your home. You look up excited at him, knowing he had been looking forward to this day as well, but he seems to be in a bad mood. You really wish he would smile more, he had such a pretty perfect smile.

“Stay close to me today, angel. And stop smiling so much at all the guys” he tells you dryly.

“O-Oh… Yeah, sorry” you murmur, lowering your head as you close the door.

Something you had always been very self-conscious about was your smile. For a majority of your life, you had crooked teeth that made you scared to smile too widely. But last year you actually went to the dentist and were able to get braces. The thought of having a beautiful smile in the near future kept your spirits up, even as your braces made you uncomfortable. However, you had the suspicion your boyfriend, Jungkook, didn’t like your braces.

You didn’t blame him, the braces were very ugly. You worried that was the main reason he didn’t seem interested in taking things further with you. All the months you have been dating and he never attempted to take things more than a few heavy kisses. When you smiled shyly at him, flushed at his tender or hungry kisses, he always retrieved himself. Seeing your braces must turn him off, was what you thought.

The whole day at the beach, you caught Jungkook looking annoyingly at you whenever you were playing with the rest of the boys, forgetting about your insecurities and smiling openly and laughing loudly with them. At one point, you tripped and fell in the sand. Your ankle hurt a bit, but nothing major. Jungkook, however, made sure you put ice on it and kept you sited beside him under the parasol for the rest of the day. He refused to leave you alone even as you assured him you were fine and that he should go and have fun with the boys.

“Really, Jungkook, you’re overreacting” you tell him, as he has an arm around your shoulders to help you walk up to your house at the end of the day.

“I’m being cautious, something you should be as well. You were so caught up playing with them that you forgot to see where you were going and hurt yourself. Really, how clumsy of you” he scolds, opening the door in your stead and leading you inside.

You pout and get away from his hold, making way to your bedroom without sparing a second look his way. He was being incredibly negative and mean today, and you had no idea why. It was like seeing you smile annoyed him, and it brought tears to your eyes to think it’s because he thinks you look ugly when you do, that you embarrass him.

You start taking your things out of your bag, getting ready to go and wash the sand out of your body, but Jungkook knocks on your bedroom door. You didn’t think he was still in the house. You open the door but don’t really look him in the eye.

“Why are you angry?” he asks with a soft voice, crossed arms and a shoulder leaning on the doorway.

“Because you’ve been angry all day with me too” you explain, mimicking his position with your arms. “I wanted all of us to have fun today, but you looked bothered all day.”

“Sorry, angel. I was frustrated today and didn’t notice you were saddened by it. Sorry” he apologizes as he steps in, holding you close to his chest. You allow yourself to feel how warm he was, how delectably summery and sea foamy he smelled like, how his strong arms kept you close and safe. But there was a question perturbing you for so long now, you just had to know.

“Was it… because I was smiling so much?” you whisper loudly enough for him to hear, head still laying in his chest. You hear and feel him sigh, his chest rising and descending. You tense up in his arms as you await his response.

“To tell the truth… yeah. It was.”

Hurt, but still glad he finally told you the truth, you extract yourself from his hug and turn your back to him, your eyes starting to fill with tears.

“B-Because my braces make me ugly, right? Sorry, I’ll be wearing them for at least another year so, if it bothers you that much m-”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he interrupts your strained speech.

You turn to see the most confused expression on his beautiful sculptured face, head leaning to the right, furrowed eyebrows above his big brown eyes and slightly parted pink lips.

“My braces. Whenever I smile, it’s ugly. Isn’t that why you hate it?”

He steps inside the room, an indecipherable expression on his face as he walks slowly in your direction, making you back away until the back of your knees hit the curve of your bed. He stops, leaving only a few inches between the two of you, so close you feel his breath as he speaks.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking all day? That I don’t like my girlfriend’s smile?” his voice is low and incredulous.

Your breath is catching at your throat and you feel your skin heat up. Your hands are clasping the fabric of your dress at your sides and you answer him while staring at his chest.

“I’ve noticed for a while, now. Not just today” you confess in a hurt whisper.

You gasp as he suddenly grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to raise your head and look at his fiery eyes.

“You couldn’t be farther from the truth” he dictates.

As if to prove it, he smashed his lips to yours passionately, with a savage intensity you had yet to see from him. Taken aback by the sequence of events, you were pretty much frozen in place as he cradled your head in between his hands, caressing your mouth lovingly with every movement of his lips on top of yours.

When he skimmed the tip of his tongue on your bottom lip, that’s when a jolt of electricity ran through your body and awoke you to action. Your hands found the sides of his body, clawing at the fabric of his t-shirt, as you sighed into his mouth and parted your lips, allowing him to delve his tongue and dance with yours as the kiss deepened.

He tasted like salt and sun, made you shiver when his tongue ran across the metallic strands on your teeth. You moaned before you could stop it, pulling him closer to you. More than willing to comply, Jungkook’s hands fell into your hips and started to explore your body from there, over the thin fabric of your summer dress.

Hips, back, arms and shoulders, his hands were flattening against every surface on your body. Your lips parted wetly when you felt the slightest of pushes that made you both fall onto the bed behind you, Jungkook hovering above you with lust filled eyes, much like yours must have been.

“How could you think I find any part of you ugly, when all I’ve been doing for months is holding myself back?” he asks with a hoarse voice, a slight color on his cheeks at his admission. You gasp, bewildered at his confession.

“Why? I don’t want you to hold back. I love you” you tell him, raising your hands to cup his perfect jawline. He smiles and chuckles a bit, lowering himself down so he is only holding himself up on his forearms, face just slightly above yours. His hands, on either side of your head, are brushing your air away from your face.

“My innocent angel. I never wanted to pressure you into something you didn’t want or weren’t ready for, that’s it. Because I love you too” he explained.

“So, you don’t hate my braces?” you ask in confirmation.

“No. I think they make you that much cuter” he reassures you, dipping his head down to start leaving little ghost pecks on the skin of your jaw, down your neck and in your mostly nude shoulder.  It makes your skin feverish and tingle, becoming hard for you to think.

“Jung… Jungkook?” he simply hums in response, not raising his head from where he was kissing the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “I… I’m ready for whatever you’re ready.”

That gets his attention, as his head shots up and he look down at you with eyes as big as saucers. It was such an unusual reaction of his that it made you smile amusingly. He seems distracted for a moment before he lightly shakes his head and focuses on what you said.

“Are… Are you sure about that?”

You simply nod shyly, making him smirk as he leans down to capture your lips for another breath-taking kiss, filled with all the repressed want and longing he had for you. While tongues clash and lips meld together, his hands find the hem of your dress and start pulling it up, until it is scrunched up on your tummy. He brakes the kiss to pull the rest of it from your body, leaving you in the bikini you wore that day at the beach. You weren’t any more exposed than when you had been having fun at the sea, but his intense stare made your skin catch on fire and you were squirming a bit under him.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N. Too beautiful. I hated how everyone was looking at you” he said, tugging his own shirt out of his body.

“Is that why you were so sulked today?” you realize suddenly, half focused on his response and half focused on the bare skin of his torso. Your hands lifted before you knew, itching to feel the expanse of his chest under them. He was muscled but his skin was incredibly soft and you felt something akin with pride when his muscles tensed up and twitched under your fingertips. He hissed and pulled your wrists away as he came down to kiss you again.

“Worst of all, you were smiling at everyone” he continued, his lips leaving your mouth and starting descending through your skin. “That radiant innocent smile should be only for me”.

As if punishing you, his mouth finds the hill of your covered breasts and bites on it, hard enough to surely leave a mark. You scream, but it was both of pleasure and pain, as his tongue immediately soothes the skin he abused. His hands are undoing the lace on your back and soon the top of your bikini is pushed aside.

Jungkook groans at the sight of you and a torturous pleasure ensues, with his licks and bites and squeezes on your sensitive breasts, enticing all sorts of strange noises from your mouth. He has you hot and bothered in no time, writhing beneath him, toes curling and head spinning. Your body is highly aware of the dampness between your legs and you rub your legs together in an attempt of some relief.

Seeing your actions, Jungkook catches your knees and opens them so he can stand in between them, starting to kiss from the sides of your calves up your legs, hands softly rubbing your thighs as he moves up your twitching form. When he kisses your inner thigh, a bolt of lust sizzles in your abdomen and you whimper.

“J-Jungkook, please!” you beg of him.

He is smirking smugly against your thighs but you don’t dare look down to him. The thought of him between your legs was already erotic enough; seeing him would make you come undone.

A few more open-mouthed kisses on your soft inner thighs and he finally pressed a finger into your aching covered core. You wince at the contact, hips shaking as he presses them down with his free hand. You were certainly wet enough to dampen the bikini bottom, but he continued his teasing above the fabric in incredibly frustrating slow motions.

It took a few more begs from you for he to rid you of the unnecessary piece of clothing, leaving you naked before him. You cover your face with the back of your hands as you feel him opening your folds and looking at your most intimate spot.

“My angel is so pretty… so cute” he compliments, only contributing to your already hot face.

And then you feel the first tantalizing flick of his tongue against you, making you cry out with pleasure. Empowered by your reactions, he continued rubbing your velvet center with his tongue, slurping on the abundant juices you provided until he found a fleshy button that made your whole body shake as he lapped on it.

You were already half-gone, your mind going blank and only white noise on your burning ears, a tension deep on the pit of your stomach threatening to explode, when he slid one of his fingers inside your aching tight hole, while his tongue was busy with your clit. You wailed and arched on the bed, grasping the duvet beneath you with iron fists. A second finger joined the first and together started stroking in and out lazily, stopping every other plunge to scissor the inside of your walls, stretching you out in a delicious way. Their rubbing and the swirling tongue around your cluster of nerves soon had your slick heat spasming and tightening around his fingers, hoarse moans leaving your lips as you saw stars behind your eyelids.

You went limp for a few moments, trying to regain your faculties and coming back to reality. As you started to control your breath, you felt Jungkook leaving sucking kisses up the sides of your body, his dark hair tingling your sensitive skin. When he found a particular spot just above the end of your ribcage, you squirmed away instinctively as a laugh escaped you.

“Ha ha…!” you laugh as he chases you and brushes his fingers against your side.

“Ticklish, are we?” he asks amused, a loving smile tugging at his lips as he sees you laughing beneath him.

“Ha ha! S-Stop! Ha ha…” you struggle to demand between breathy chuckles.

He complies and, instead of kissing your sides, he returns to your mouth. The movement of his hungry lips reignite the fire inside you, your skin prickling again with his brushing hands against your breasts and the delving of his tongue back inside your mouth. Your hands explore the expanse of his back, his shoulders, his arms. He groans and presses against you, making you feel the hardening member inside his shorts.

You flush at his arousal, but bravely brush your knuckles against him, just to see his reaction. He hisses and hides his head on your shoulder, catching his breath for a moment. When he starts standing up, you almost panic and beg him to stay, afraid you did something wrong. But such doubts are immediately shooed away when you see him pulling down his shorts and, with them, his swimwear as well.

He comes back to the bed as naked as you were, shaft standing proudly erect against his stomach, flushed pink and glistening at the crown. He takes the opportunity to feel up your body from your thighs up as he climbs the bed, kissing and nibbling at your skin and flesh as he moves until he is settled between your legs, face to face with you.

Your whole body is shaking with anticipation, heat rising off of you in waves. When he rubs his length against your moist folds, you throw your head back and moan. He was so close and yet too far of where he was supposed to be. He catches your mouth for you to swallow his groans, kissing you with a searing fire telling of how much he waited for this.

Positioning himself, in one single swoop he is fully sheathed inside of you, filling you to the brim with little to no resistance. A thrill shots up your spine at the sensation of him stretching you out, more than his fingers could, and the feeling of him throbbing against your clenching walls drives you mad.

Kissing the hollow of your neck as he grasps your hips tightly, Jungkook starts to move. He pulls back and droves forward again and again, the pleasurable friction making you moan and whimper at an embarrassing high rate. He keeps plunging into your tight heat quicker and quicker, both of your breaths shallow and erratic, hearts hammering in your chests, a sheen of sweat on your skin.

You buck your hips up, trying to keep up with him, but he is hammering you with such precision that it seems like a futile effort. The tightness in your abdomen is becoming excruciating, desire cursing through your veins like fire and you don’t think you’ll hold on for much longer. Opening your eyes, you look at Jungkook through heavy lashes. He is staring right at you, much to your embarrassment, and leans down to kiss your swollen lips once more. His chest is now rubbing against your hard nipples and is just another sensation about to bring you to the edge as his thrusts don’t lose any speed.

“Smile for me, angel” he asks in between desperate breaths. “Smile for me.”

It made you so happy to hear his request, your smile being such a big insecurity of yours, that you actually feel tears in your eyes. But they were happy tears and a smile does come to your face as you pull him down to meet his lips lovingly.

He grunts as pulls on the back of your left thigh, pulling your leg up as he picks up speed with his thrusts and starts hitting at a pad of nerves deep inside that made you scream his name as it sends out bliss to all parts of your body, sparks irradiating from your pulsating core and making you cry out in pure delight. As he feels you clenching snuggly around his length, he grits his teeth and hammers three more times into you before his own body jolting and spilling inside with a stutter of his hips.

Jungkook is breathing hard as he lays his limp body next to yours, one arm managing to wrap around your waist and pull your side close to him. You still feel like you’re floating from the magnitude of the pleasure you felt, but your senses come back enough for you to look at his face, lying next to yours to your left, blinking eyes as if he was struggling not to fall asleep. You smile happily, feeling satiated, reassured and loved, more than you ever felt before.

“That exact smile” he murmurs, strong enough to point a finger at your face, even as he is very tired. “That smile is only for me. Don’t share with no one else.”

“Of course it’s only for you” you promise him, rolling to your side so you can press your naked bodies together in a warm hug. “Only you can make me feel this happy and loved, Jungkook.”

“Good. Good.” He whispers back.

You chuckle against his chest.

“Stay the night?” you ask.

When he doesn’t answer, you look up to find him already asleep, his arms possessively around your waist keeping you close. You giggle again and pull a thin sheet to cover you both on this warm summer night. You decided that your shower would have to wait for tomorrow. And, who knows? Maybe you would have company.