#mm can u guys tell i love his biceps!!!

[rafesweetie]

need a jealous bsf!rafe x reader where he is possessive and doesn’t want other guys touching her even though he touches other girls, so she is basically over it and at a party, she dances on another guy and he gets mad

౨ৎ in which bsf!rafe just can’t help wanting to protect you.

you were done with rafe cameron. you’ve decided it. he was your best friend, sure, but he was controlling, mean, overly protective, and he acted like he owned you or something. so you were completely done with him, forever.

this is the third time you’ve promised yourself that, and news flash — you never dropped him.

it wasn’t your fault, you try to tell yourself every time. he just wouldn’t let you leave him, shutting you up whenever you’d even try and be reasonable with him, yelling louder than you or slamming his palm over your mouth. but a little part of you knows that you like the attention. you like that rafe cares so much about you, even if it does ruin your chances of getting a boyfriend. today is the day that you break the pattern though, and rebel against his constant authority.

parties are where rafe thrives. he’s like a celebrity, it always wonders you how much people love him. during parties, he keeps less of an eye on you, assuming you’re just busy gossiping with your friends. but little does he know, you’ve found a boy — it wasn’t often you’d get the opportunity to chat with a boy that wasn’t rafe, and you were loving every second of it. you felt so free from your friend’s gaze, listening to the boy talk, his deep voice vibrating your brain.

but the issue was, the boy was boring. he didn’t talk about cool things, like dirtbikes or his life or death adventures or money. you hated to say it, but he just wasn’t rafe. your mind kept flashing back to him, how much more you smile and enjoy his company. maybe rafe was right. you just didn’t need boys when you have him.

you’re so close to excusing yourself from the boy, going back to rafe’s arm and giggling with him and talking with your faces really close together. you glance back to where he is, ready to retreat, until you see it. you see her.

you’re not sure who she is, but she bothers you. her hair is so gorgeous and healthy, and you can’t see her face from behind but she must be gorgeous. her arm is on rafe’s bicep — your bicep, the one you always hang onto while you’re walking with rafe. you hate that you’re jealous. rafe’s your friend, not your boyfriend, you have no reason to be. but it’s like you can’t control it, your rage, and before you know it, you’re blinking back any potential tears and touching on this boy — this stranger — like there’s no tomorrow. tyla is blasting through the speakers, and yours and these boy’s hands are all over each other’s bodies. you really hope rafe sees you like this, drunk off the smirnoff pink lemonades and enjoying another mans company.

it really doesn’t take long for him to notice. he’s so predictable. shrugging the girls hand off of him, rushing over to his dear friend to get her away from this lowlife.

usually he’d reason with you. coax you away from the boy nicely and lecture you. but he’d had a few beers and a line of coke and he was in no mood for politeness. a rough hand pushes the boy away by the chest, and rafe isn’t muttering a word to anyone, grabbing your wrist and stomping away with you stumbling behind.

he pushes you into a spare bedroom, the first private place he could find. sitting you on the edge of the bed, he starts pacing in front of you and rubbing his face as if this was hurting his head. it’s like your brain flicks a switch, back to “rafe rafe rafe” as you’re sat there with tears brimming your eyes, fiddling with your manicure as you bat your eyelashes up at him, remembering the girl flirting with him, and now you making him mad, and now he’s got you in a puddle of guilt.

“shit— it’s like, you never do what i say, huh?” he mutters, still pacing. “you know i do everything to protect you, kid. you even know who that fuckin’ guy was? no, m’sure you don’t, cause you don’t think. thought by now my voice would be in your pretty head, there to help you make some smart decisions every once in a while. but nah, nah, you see one other boy and it’s back to square one with you,”

you go to speak, glossy lips parting, but he shuts you up with a quick “no”, and stopping pacing to go kneel in front of you.

“everything i do — for you, okay? for you. my girl,” he often calls you that, it makes you weak every time. he grabs your hands. “stop fiddling, paid for this polish.” you stop instantly. “i know— i know you think that my protectiveness is, uh, stupid, but i need to be like this, or you’re gonna get hurt. i know you, baby. i need to be all over you for you to even have a slight awareness to not do stupid things. so i do take some ownership over you in that sense—“

you cut him off, muttering a, “don’t want you to take ownership.”

he huffs. “yeah, but i do, so…” he shrugs. “you’re mine. my friend, my girl. so i don’t like it when someone else touches my girl, or when you’re the one intiating it. makes me so fuckin’ angry, kid, makes me wanna, like—“ he cuts himself off. “so i need you to knock it off.”

you wanna argue so badly, but your brain turns to mush around him. so you sniffle and nod hesitantly.

“no, i want a ‘yes rafe.’ need your words.”

“i just think that—“ you try.

he cuts you off. “yes rafe. say it with me.”

“..yes, rafe.” you both say.

he squeezes your hands and gets up. “yeah, there you go, good girl. now do you, uh, need a minute, fix your makeup, or d’you wanna go back down there and hang out with me?”

your hand goes to his bicep as you stand up with him, and a ghost of a smile appears on his lips. “wanna go with you,” you say softly, leaning into him a bit.

“yeah, that’s what i thought.”

[hansolmates]

(secret) lovers | m

summary; the (not) best friends 2 lovers spin-off where jungkook and you are trying to hide your relationship from his old best friend  pairing; jungkook x reader (f) genre/warnings; established relationship, jiyu is now an old friend and mc went to high school w them, weeb!koo, jk n mc be kinda stanky bc they’re only going to this party for the free booze, soft dom!mc, switch!koo, whiny koo, mc calls jk a slut, cockwarming, gets really soft n’loving at the end, heavy use of the pet name [redacted] i really think this couple is meant to be diabolically dumb together w/c; 2.7k a/n; this couple is really out here living rent free in my mind. jk, mc and jiyu really just are that thruple that i love to hate and hate to love. hope u enjoy this lil spin off! 

[series masterlist]

“You made it!” 

Jiyu flings her hands out, knocking both your heads with hers in the middle in a surprisingly strong hug. It’s a complete episode of déjà vu, from the way her body smells like the peach lotion she used after gym class to the shade of coral lipgloss. From the corner of your eye, you can see the caramel brunette’s tiny face is inching closer towards your ride, her head tucking in the crook of his neck. 

“Jiyu,” you beam. You’re the first to speak, the first to dip their toe in the water. “You look great!” 

“Thank you!” she pulls away, popping her hip against the doorway. The silky material of her coverup gleams in the sunlight, the silvery material showing off the silhouette of her bikini-clad body. Despite the fact that you’re the one who compliments Jiyu, her gaze floats over to the person next to you, “what a coincidence you two came at the same time and—oh my, and where are my manners! Come in, come in!” 

She moves away from the door, revealing an ornate lobby and two twin stairwells. You can’t help but light up at the beautiful crystal chandelier, flecks of pink and blue flickering in your eyes.  Further down the hallway you spot open glass doors that lead to a large backyard that overlooks the lake. Some people are already sitting by the dock, lounging about with drinks and happy smiles on their faces. 

“Actually,” Oh, he speaks. You think with a small smile on your face, side eyeing the man of the minute, “I forgot the rest of my luggage. We’ll meet you inside.” 

“Okay!” Jiyu smiles, “I’ll make you guys some drinks.” 

As soon as the door shuts, Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend for three years blurts out, “She still has a crush on me.” 

You snort, taking off the duffle bag that’s hiding behind your back. Continuing to stand awkwardly at the front door, you prepare yourself to console your boyfriend’s worries. “She still has heart-eyes for you, Koo,” you tease, pinching his side. 

His eyes are big and swimming with guilt, “We should tell her.” 

“Oh, baby. We can’t break her heart this weekend.” 

“But love, it’s her birthday.” 

“Exactly,” you chirp, bumping your head against his arm, “can’t break her heart on her birthday.” 

Jiyu is an old high school friend. Class president, straight As, and even vied for prom queen. The only thing she wasn’t able to obtain throughout her high school years was Jeon Jungkook, the object of her affections. They were best friends in elementary school, eventually turning into distant friends as their interests changed and they got older. Yet, Jiyu still tried to insert herself into Jungkook’s life. Back in high school it was surely cute, the way she’d pine from the back of the room and place anonymous love letters in his locker, but Jungkook wasn’t interested and avoided any of her advances. Fast forward ten years later and it seems like old flames never die out. 

The meetups with Jiyu have been scarce since college and only in large groups. As former class president, she decided to hold a little reunion for her old friends, taking advantage of her stellar job benefits. A weekend in the woods, perfectly balmy and far away from the city. 

“I don’t wanna lie,” Jungkook nearly whines, pink lips warbling at your inability to budge. 

“Mm,” you hum, tracing the fingers across the seam of his back pocket. His boardshorts hide nothing, and you curl your fingers around the swell of his plump bum, “be good for me and tell a little white lie, will you?” 

Jeon Jungkook, former President of the Anime Club, prom king candidate and your favorite nerd in the entire world. 

A teeny tiny lie won’t hurt anyone. After all, you haven’t seen your high school buddies in literal years, and they wouldn’t dare bother to make a fuss about your relationship. In fact, they don’t know of your relationship with Jungkook. The two of you reconnected randomly, some spontaneous holiday party Kim Seokjin is always inclined to throw. You barely made eye contact the first two hours into it, not really wanting to go back to the hellhole that was your late teenage years. Nevertheless, by the end of the night the two of you couldn’t help yourself. 

As you look around the room with utmost confidence, the two of you have made the finest glow up by far. At first you wanted to keep the white lie to save face, you don’t owe anyone an explanation as to how you and the President of the Anime Club hooked up. However, you’re starting to enjoy the ruse. 

Jungkook’s sitting on the other side of the backyard, looking absolutely delicious as he sips on whatever fruity cocktail he created. Judging from yours, you have a feeling his drink probably consists of 95% orange juice and 5% alcohol. 

Jiyu and him are sitting in the large netted hammock, swinging lightly. Gravity is doing its thing, and Jiyu is practically laying on top of Jungkook’s lap, her body pooling to where his meets in the middle. As soon as his thigh touches hers, his eyes flicker to you in panic. He’s shirtless, only with a pair of mid-cut shorts to protect him. The skin that touches him probably burns. 

You wink and wave him away, assuring him it’s fine. Pretending to flip your hair, you turn back to the conversation you’ve been ignoring for the past five minutes. “Man, Jungkook’s so sexy,” Im Nayeon cooes, looking longingly at Jungkook’s form. 

“Jiyu’s so lucky,” Rina eggs on, taking another shot from the tray (a tray for herself, you might add.) 

“Do you think Jiyu’s gonna get some birthday sex tonight?” 

Nayeon snorts, covering her flared nostrils with her hand. That hand eventually loops around your thigh, eagerly pushing you two together by pressing on the meat of your bare skin. “If she’s lucky! Besides, we all know Jungkook had that big crush on you junior year!” 

Her pretty bunny teeth tease you, and you can’t help but smile back in return. “What do you mean, he really liked me?” you ask innocently. 

“Oh yeah! Drew so many little pictures of you in the margins. Little anime versions of you in his favorite outfits.” Of course, you know about Jungkook’s old crush on you. He’s mentioned it in passing, paired with an adorable blush on his cheeks. Hearing it from Nayeon, the shameless grin on her lips and the ease of champagne on her breath is much more entertaining. “Rina, do you remember when Jungkook set up her desk with rose petals and chocolate in a little heart? And then in the morning the janitor sweeped it up? He was so sad!” 

“Yes! I really felt for him,” Rina pouted. 

“Oh, poor baby,” you didn’t know that bit of information. You put a hand over your heart, watching as Jungkook shares a drink with his old friend Kim Mingyu. He looks so different, yet all the same since you’ve been acquaintances in high school. He carries his own weight now, an air of confidence that he’s finally reached over time.  

“Definitely not a baby anymore,” Rina scoffs. She clicks her tongue back to where Jungkook is seated. 

The sun is doing wonders for him, highlighting every crevice of where his biceps curl and twist as he lifts his hand in another drink. Their side of the lawn is doing a toast. For what, you don’t know. You do know however, that Jiyu is trying very hard to cheer right over Jungkook’s thighs, spilling some liquid over his knees. You smirk when Jiyu sends him an apologetic grin, dabbing a napkin up and across his thighs, far away from the wet spot. 

Jungkook, the poor guy, discreetly shoves her off. He brushes his hands and gets up, letting Jiyu fall back in the hammock all by herself. Avoiding the teasing gazes of his friends, he looks into the lake, hiding his blush. 

Still a baby, you think. Your baby. 

“Jiyu was practically sitting in your lap, baby boy,” you card your hand through his dark locks, fresh and shiny from the shower. The feeling is soothing to Jungkook’s scalp until you tug, arching his neck towards your lips and twisting, “did you like that,” you mumble into his Adam’s apple, “my little slut?” 

“N-no! Never, ohgodnever—” Jungkook is sweating, fat beads rolling down his hairline and glistening across his face. His fingers are practically phasing through your skin, the crescents of his fingernails sinking into the swell of your bottom. 

You clench around his dick, your soft folds urging Jungkook closer to his release. But he knows better not to move, and instead shudders from the ministrations, breaking apart from you to dip his head into your chest. His nose pokes at the bouncy flesh, nuzzling into your breast like the softest pillow. 

“Sh-shit, love,” he cries into your skin, “you feel so warm n’soft.” 

“You need to be quiet, baby,” you murmur, playing with the curls that hang around the nape of his neck, “unless—you want someone to hear? My little slut wants everyone to hear that I’m fucking you?” 

“Mm, no,” you grin at his honest reaction, and you can feel his neck heating up at the thought. Your fingers make their way, finally ending towards the apples of his cheeks. You squish lightly, loving the way his tanned skin puffs under your fingers. “I’m—ah—not a slut. I just really love you, only you. Really wanted to hold you in my lap today and show you off,” he whimpers at the unconscious clench of your folds, “just uh—slut for you, love.” 

You giggle, tightening your thighs around your boyfriend’s tiny waist. Your other hands trail down to the ridges of his abdomen, where you two are connected. You absolutely love the way your thighs wrap around his lean waist. 

Jiyu split the floors by girls and boys, as if you’re still in high school. It took forever for everyone to fall asleep, but you managed to sneak away with your bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Call yourself needy, but you couldn’t imagine yourself falling asleep with at least one good night kiss. Jungkook was ten steps ahead of you. Your boyfriend was already naked when you arrived, pumping his cock across the bed and getting himself ready for you. His eyes instantly zeroed in on you in his shirt, the black material hanging off your shoulder and begging to be pulled away by his teeth. 

“If I crawled in your lap today,” you murmur into his shoulder, “our whole secret would’ve been thrown out the window.” 

“I wouldn’t have minded, even if Jiyu got hurt,” Jungkook admits, running his hands up and down your back, “I wanna marry you, y’know.” 

You freeze in your ministrations, suddenly feeling the room go cold. Not in an unpleasant way, but the room freezes, the blue-white light of the moon igniting the seriousness in Jungkook’s gaze. You force yourself to stay on his lap, let his cock settle between your folds. The juices of your coupling are dripping down each other’s legs, cooling at your thighs and onto the white blankets. 

“You wanna marry me?” you echo, running your thumbs across his shiny lips. 

Of course, you’re at that age. Everyone around you is getting married, heck many people your age are already in the middle of creating a family, going on vacations to Disney and picnics in the playground. And yes, you also have thought about marrying Jungkook, he’s the only man you can picture marrying. Yet, hearing it out loud and from him only further fuels your desire to make these thoughts a reality. 

He kisses your thumbs, lips smushing against the pads. “Of course I do, love. You’re it for me.” 

You relinquish, slowly pulling yourself off of him. He’s still hard as you untack yourself, his member slapping against his belly button as he watches you in confusion. You make a show of fluffing up the pillows, arching your back and wiggling your ass as you make yourself comfortable to lay on your back. 

“Show me, baby,” you spread your legs for him, gesturing for him to come closer with a curl of your finger, “show me how much you want to marry me.” 

Jungkook smirks, hands immediately pumping with a squelching sound resulting from yours and his combined arousal. You love it when Jungkook takes the lead, just as much as you do. It makes you feel like a pillow princess, especially when you feel lovey sex is on the way. “Will you be quiet? Just like you tried to make me quiet?” he rasps, wrapping a hand around your waist to arch you up. 

“Depends on how good you are.” 

The head of his dick rubs against your clit, slapping lightly at the shiny skin. You both moan when he finally gives you what you both need. As soon as the tip of his dick sinks down, you feel like you’ve both hit home. It doesn’t take long for him to find his pace, naturally throwing your leg over his shoulder for added leverage. 

“Oh—fuck, baby,” you tug at his hair, pulling him in for a wet kiss. You don’t care that you’re slobbering all over him, the bed creaking and squeaking against his minstraitions. “I—uh, you feel so deep—yes!” 

“When we’re married I’ll fuck you every day like this, love,” he whispers between your lips, thrusting in a particularly sensitive spot that has you arching your back and pulling your chest to his, “I—ugh, I love you so much.” 

“Love you. Love youlovelove—ah! Kook, I’m—” 

The two of you don’t spare any time, the sun will eventually rise and you’ll be back to playing strangers. Jungkook pounds you into the mattress, nails you with enough cum for you to last the next day without having to sneak into each other’s room like horny teenagers. The roughness is smoothed out by love and bliss, eager at the thought of going home and anticipating a permanent life together. 

Five minutes later, you’re starting to feel a little too sticky. “Ohmygod—I need to fucking pee,” you pull yourself away from Jungkook’s sweaty body, palming around for your t-shirt.

“Just pee on the bed,” Jungkook grins. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” you make a face, “nasty.” 

“You like that I’m nasty.” 

“Yeah yeah.” 

With one last kiss, you skip away from his bedroom and close the door behind you. Unfortunately, as soon as you take five steps in the direction of the bathroom, somebody emerges from the shadows. 

“Holy shit, Jiyu,” you put a hand on your heart, eyes widening at her peeking in from the hallway. “You scared me.” 

“I’m so sorry,” she frowns, squinting her eyes to make you out in the dark. It’s easier to see her in her white slip, a thin chiffon material that barely covers her thighs. 

You don’t question why she’s out in the hallway in really pretty lingerie, or why she’s on the boy’s side of the house. So much for being discreet. Then again, there must be an ulterior motive for her if she’s already here, five feet away from Jungkook’s room. You wouldn’t have been caught if she hadn’t been so sneaky. (Well, not so sneaky. You got to him first.) You smell like sweat, arousal, and Jungkook. The shirt you’re wearing feels far too short and the cum in your panties feels tacky and gooey. You feel like a teenager being caught smoking. 

“Why?” Jiyu’s voice suddenly sounds as dark as the early morning, no sign of the sun. 

“Why what?” you answer, furrowing your brows at the sudden change in demeanor. 

“Why?” she hisses, eyes wide with pain and confusion, “why Jungkook?” 

You frown, not liking her attitude. Did she think it was a contest to who would fuck Jungkook first? Did she think she was being slick, sneaking away into a bedroom she has no business being in, even if he was single? You could laugh. So despite your height you steel yourself, looking at Jiyu straight in the eye. 

“Because Jungkook’s mine, and I’m marrying him.” 

As you pad down the hallway as fast as you can, you send Jungkook a quick text. 

[5:44AM] love: pack it up. Plan b go fake a fever we gotta go lol

[jungshookz]

hi cee ~ i'd like to request a drabble ! ceoyoongi family vacation with lil baby hwayoung :)

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!yoongiverse, uncle jimin and uncle jungkook i mean how much cuTer can this get, tiny bit of spicE because yoongi and y/n miss each other ;-), hwayoung is fearless and she definitely doesn’t get that from you no offense 

→ wordcount: 1.8k

→ note: i love this gif of happy jimin on the beach so i’m usINg it also i’m sorry this was so short i hope u enjoy regardless!!! schasjfhsja

(gif isn’t mine!)

“look at you in your cute little one piece!” you coo and tickle hwayoung’s tummy

you reach down and wipe a grain of sand off her cheek before poking her rotund t u m m y again

babies have such cute tummies!!!!!!!!! so soft and squidgy

she squawks and pinches your hand in response and you take that as a sign to bacK off

she’s wearing the most adorable black one piece that has lil daisies printed all over it

and there are little bow ties on the straps

aND!! you got her a pair of tiny sunglasses that coincidentally are also shaped like daises

anyways it’s the cutest thing ever and if there were diapers with daisies on them she would definitely be wearing them

she’s sitting in between your legs and kind of pressing her hands into the sand underneath the towel

in a way it looks like she’s kneading bread with her tiny hands

and she lets out the occasional babble as if she’s telling you every thought that’s going through her head and you’re just rolling with it

“hasjfashda-“

“oh yeah girl tell me about it”

“buuuhsda-!”

“mmmm i hear ya”

“i hate the beach” yoongi mutters

“..,,.boitcha?” hwayoung stops in her ministrations and turns to look at her disGruntled father

“yeah, boitcha.”

he leans forward to brush some sand off the beach towel

of course that does nothing because he ends up bringing moRe sand onto the towel

it’s just a tortuous never-ending cycle

gOD

all of you are probably going to track sand into the penthouse too

and not to mention he’s going to find sand under his nails for like 10 years after this

why’d you choose to go the beAch out of all places!!!!! nothing’s wrong with the zoo

or even the museum!!!!!

it’s never too early to introduce your child to modern art

yoongi lets out a groan of frustration before pushing his sunglasses up so they sit on the top of his head

“well we love the beach” you coo mockingly and squish hwayoung’s cheek against yours before turning so the both of you can face yoongi

aw

his two girls!!!!!!!!!!!!

hwayoung babbles and immediately reaches out for yoongi

of course

classic hwayoung

he grins and takes her from you before smooshing his lips against her chubby cheek and absolutely spoiling her with kisses

she giggles and smacks her tiny hands against his face

“did you put sunscreen on her?” yoongi nudges his nose against hwayoung’s and you freeze

aH

so that’S what you forgot to do

“well no but to be fair we just goT here so of course i didn’t-“

“you have to put it on 30 minutes before so it gets to soak in!!!! y/n i told you to- do you even have sunscreen on??”

“….yes?”

yoongi raises a brow at you before he plops hwayoung down in between his legs

he turns and rifles through the beach bag for the sunscreen and you watch as hwayoung gets onto her hands and knees and starts crawling out from under the umbrella

“where do you think you’re going, you chunky monkey?” yoongi reaches over and grabs onto her ankle to keep her from moving

you can’t help but wonder what’s got her excited but then you look over and see jimin and jungkook jogging over

they both ran straiGHt to the water as soon as you guys finished setting up

.,.,.somehow you forgot how hot your friends were

they both look like they’re from that tv show baywatch

that scene where the lifeguards are running onto the shore in slow motion

jimin runs a hand through his hair

some water droplets fliCK into the air as he does so and you can’t help but roll your eyes

he’s putting on a show and he knows it

“y/n, you’re a married woman, you can’t be drooling over me like that - you had your chance!” jungkook grabs the towel sitting behind you and dabs himself off before looking down at you again “unless you’re looking for a little side action-“

“one more word out of you and you’re walking back.” yoongi interrupts him as he continues slathering hwayoung with sunscreen

he’s gripping onto her wrist and really scruBbing the sunscreen into her arm

“you cutiE look at you” jimin drops down to his knees and looks down at hwayoung

yoongi has her on her back and he squirts a line of sunscreen onto her leg like how you would squirt ketchup onto a hot dog

she coos and shoves her fist into her mouth and yoongi immediately reaches over to pop it out of her tiny mouth

he sits her up and dots some on her nose and she giggles “let’s get your hat on, hm?” he pulls her sun hat out of the bag and pulls it onto her head

jimin actually bought her sun hat for her

it’s mustard yellow and there’s a little pom pom on top so it kinda looks like she has a bell on her head (jungkook still thinks it looks like a giant nipple)

“alright, i think we’re-“

“we’ll take her!” jimin swOOps hwayoung up into his arms and yoongi’s about to protest but you stoP him before he can go and sprint after jimin

see this was supposed to be a family gathering but like

jimin overheard that you were planning a beach day and he got all pouty that he wasn’t invited

and somehow jungkook got invited along the way

you know what it’s actually pretty good that they came along because now you have some babysitters!!!!! and you and yoongi can sneak a kiss or two (or more) without hwayoung screeching and wiggling her way in between the two of you

“you guys better be careful or i’ll-! and they’re gone.” yoongi frowns as jimin and jungkook daRt over to the water with hwayoung

“you wanna help me with the sunscreen? should i lie down on my back like hwayoung?” you joke and yoongi rolls his eyes playfully before gesturing for you to lie down on your front

“i still think we should wait at least twenty minutes before letting hwayoung out into the sun” yoongi sits himself down on the small of your back and gently tugs at the strings of your bikini top  

“she’ll be fine - you put so much on her that she looks she took a bath in chalk dust” you prop your chin up on your folded hands as you look towards the shore where jungkook and jimin are

jungkook bends down and dips hwayoung’s toes into the water and she lets out a squeal of delight as he lifts her back up before dipping her down again

you jolt in surprise when you feel yoongi’s cool hands begin to rub into your back

“cute bikini, by the way. new?” you turn your head a little so that you can kinda look at him

“mm. you like it? i tried to find one to match hwayoung’s but there were no flowers so i settled for polka dots”

“i like polka dots”  

his fingers skim over the side of your breast and you can’t help but grin before turning back to prop your chin onto your hands “no funny business, boss”

“i have no idea what you’re talking about, mrs. min.” yoongi ties your bikini strings back up neatly before crawling off of you and giving you bum a quick smack “okay, you’re good - you wanna do me?”

“when have i ever noT wanted to do you?” you push yourself back up onto your knees and adjust your top slightly so your boobs aren’t casually hanging out

“not like thAt you pervert” yoongi hands you the bottle of sunscreen

he pauses and turns to look at you over his shoulder “i’d be happy to take you up on that offer behind closed doors, though.”

“you better” you grin and rub some sunscreen onto his bare shoulders “wasn’t this such a good idea?? we should do beach day more often”

“uh- absolutely not! i don’t particularly enjoy having actual sand in my sandwiches.” yoongi glances over at the picnic basket

earlier some hOOligans were playing volleyball and the ball landed righT in front of the picnic basket causing sand to just fly everywhere

“also, i was thinking - as much as i love our child-“

“for some reason i don’t like where this is going-“

“what do you think about a vacation for us? like.,,.,. like juSt us” your hands pause on yoongi before they resume their journey along his biceps

“i think that sounds nice. i think we deserve a tiny break - like a weekend trip?”

“i’m not leaving her with those morons for more than 2 days,” you hear jimin let out a scReam when jungkook kicks water at him “-so a weekend trip would definitely suffice.”

“i’d like that.” you smile and take your bottom lip in between your teeth

it’s been a while since you and yoongi had,.,. you and yoongi time

“what happened to no funny business?” yoongi hums as your hands slide down to his chest

he grabs your wrist before your hand can make it down anY further

“i have no idea what you’re talking about, mr. min.” you purr into his ear and yoongi can’t wait for this weekend trip even though he hasn’t even planned anything out yet

“noT in front of your child, please!” jungkook has hwayoung propped up onto his hip and both you and yoongi look up “jimin and i are going to go and play volleyball with those guys over there-“ he sets her down on the towel and pats the top of her head

she twists back to look up at him before raising her closed fist at him

“what-“

“bAH!” hwayoung unfurls her tiny fingers and jungkook shrieKS in surprise when a tiny crab crawls out and plops down onto the ground before burrowing itself into the sand

jesus christ

who gave this child a CRAB

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