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Namjoon.

Namjoon’s powers are red. Little more is known, except that he should not be underestimated. Most superpowers come from unfortunate accidents, mysterious happenings and rare gifts, but Namjoon is... something else. He seems to be collecting them, the same way he takes in stray people, people who are too deadly to find their way back anywhere remotely normal...

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Mafia! BTS - They Are the Rival Boss Who Likes You (pt. 2)

Summary: You were in an abusive relationship with your ex-boyfriend who was also in a gang. At a benefit, you run into M/N, your boyfriend's rival, whose mind has been on you since he met you. He helps you escape and takes you to the safety of his apartment.

Warnings: mentions of abusive relationship, but mostly trauma recovery

PART 1

A/N: Without a doubt, the softest thing I have ever written. All of the members' Y/Ns are different though. They have different degrees of trauma and different ways of dealing with it.

I planned to post this days ago but I just couldn't do Jimin and Taehyung's part. I don't know why but I always struggle writing them the most, especially Taehyung ... His character gives me shivers, honestly, in the best way.

Let me know if I should do a part 3.

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Jin

Although Jin asked if you were hungry, you did not have an appetite in the least. You asked to take a shower however, and Jin lent you some of his clothes to change into. You put on his sweatpants that you needed to roll up at the bottom and a knitted, white cashmere sweater softer than anything you had ever felt before in your life.

The rain only grew stronger outside when you returned to the living area finding Jin by the window, his hands stuck in the pockets of his trousers. He was in deep thought before he noticed you were back.

"How are you feeling?" asked Jin.

"Better," you nodded. The hot shower helped you calm down some although it also made you exponentially more tired.

"How are you?" you asked Jin in turn. He looked at you.

"Good," Jin nodded softly, a small smile on his lips. He could see the tiredness in your eyes and the yawns that you desperately tried to suppress but failed.

"You should try and get some rest," said Jin reassuringly and showed you to the guest bedroom.

Once you you wished Jin goodnight, you climbed into the bed eagerly and pulled the covers over you. The walls of the room were a shade of grey so pale it was almost blue, with a white ceiling and a matching carpet. The bed had an ornate white frame in the same style as the vanity table and the closets along the wall. You only managed to look yourself in the mirror for a moment when brushing your teeth, feeling almost disgusted with yourself. You could not believe you asked Jin for help and asked him to expose himself. It was a moment of desperation, you knew, but it did not make you feel anything better - or helped you fall asleep any faster.

It was only towards dawn that exhaustion took you and you managed to get a couple of hours of good sleep, but for most of the night, your mind could produce nothing but nightmares. You dreamed of Kang, of your family, and even of Jin. Yet even though you did not sleep much, you still felt better when you rolled out of bed in mid-morning.

You could hear the movement in the kitchen when you opened the door of the guest bedroom. You did not know why but you tiptoed down the hallway, slowly peeking into the kitchen. Jin was at the counter cutting up some fruit, a pot of French press getting ready. He was wearing a pale blue shirt and black trousers, an elegant wristwatch shinning on his hand.

Jin could feel your gaze on him, having heard the door of your bedroom open.

"Good morning," said Jin when he saw you half-leaning, half-hiding behind the wall of the hallway that opened into the kitchen one the one side and living area on the other.

"Morning," you said quietly as you joined Jin in the kitchen.

"Do I ... I can I help with anything?" you asked, feeling completely useless.

"It's okay," smiled Jin. "There's coffee."

You nodded and uttered a small 'thank you', your eyes drifting to the dining table. It was sat beautifully with napkins, little bowls, cups and glasses.

"Cream, sugar?" asked Jin as he poured you some French press. You stared at him.

"Why are you so kind to me?" you found yourself asking. The pang of guilt you have been feeling was no longer just a pang but a heavy mass that weighed on your chest.

Jin leaned his long arms against the counter, the smile leaving his eyes beneath a forming frown.

"Why did you even help me?" you asked almost desperately. Your eyes filled with tears suddenly and you hated yourself for it.

"You asked me," said Jin somberly, staring down at you.

"But I shouldn't have!" you cried, wiping away your tears that kept on falling. "You should have said no ..."

"What are you talking about?" asked Jin astounded. He took your palm and squeezed your fingers in his hand reassuringly.

"If something happened to you for helping me ..." you shook your head, hiding your eyes behind your free hand as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

Jin watched you, taken back by your words. His heart weighed heavy in his chest to see you cry.

"I should have never gotten you into this," you whispered once you managed to calm down a little. "You're the only friend I got."

Jin tugged on your hand gently and pulled you to him, his arms wrapping around your body. You did not know how to react at first but your hands soon found their way around Jin's shoulders as you curled up against his chest.

"You didn't get me into anything, Y/N," said Jin definitively. "You got yourself out of something."

You nodded as you pulled away, trying to wipe away the tear stains but Jin beat you to it. His large hands cupped your face as he brushed away your tears with his thumbs and made you look up at him.

"Now ... Cream, sugar?" Jin smiled warmly.

Namjoon

You looked around the living area whilst Namjoon disappeared to get you some clothes to change into. His place was very different from what you expected by the look of him. Although in truth, you knew the problem was that you did not know him at all. The thought made you nervous and yet not as nervous as what your night, your life with Kang would have been like if you had not left with Namjoon tonight.

Your eyes skimmed over the books on the shelves, the magazines and newspapers on the coffee table. It was raining outside, millions of drops gliding down the window-wall that opened into an atrium with a small tree. It was pleasant inside, however, with the soft carpet beneath your feet and plants from orchids to bonsai everywhere you looked.

You thought Namjoon would live in a tall skyscraper and yet the drive took you to the outskirts of the city, to a short apartment building. You turned back to the atrium and frowned, wondering whether he owned the entire building.

"Here," said Namjoon, waking you from your thoughts. You jumped around, your eyes on the clothes Namjoon was offering you.

"Everything I have is going to be too big on you," said Namjoon with a small shake of his head as he licked his lips.

"That's fine," you breathed, grateful. It would have been enough if he simply dropped you off somewhere. You could hardly believe that you were even in his home.

"You didn't ..." you began voicing a horrible thought that appeared in your mind but stopped yourself when Namjoon's eyes met yours. Your lips parted yet you could not make yourself say it.

"What?" encouraged Namjoon.

"Nothing," you shook your head as your mouth went dry.

"What?" insisted Namjoon, his dark eyes forcing the answer from you as his brows furrowed into a frown. You clutched the clothes closer to your chest, your fists balling around the soft material of the hoodie and sweatpants he gave you.

"I just ..." you tried again, feeling as if you had swallowed a ball of sand. "Are you helping me to get revenge on Kang?"

The answered scared you. Even if Namjoon was only using you to get ahead of Kang and to spite him, there was very little you could do about it. Once caught up in this world, it was impossible to get out. You were just Namjoon's plaything. And it would explain why he brought you to his apartment and not simply dropping you off at a station or something.

Your heart was thumping hard against your throat as heat prickled on your neck.

Namjoon stared at you for a moment, a moment that seemed to you to last forever although it was barely a few seconds. He turned away and let out a short breath before he licked his lips and his dark eyes returned to you.

"It would be outrageous if I liked you, wouldn't it?" said Namjoon serenely as if he were only thinking out loud, his voice quiet but deep.

It took you a moment to realize it was not serenity Namjoon spoke with but disillusionment. Your lips parted but his words had knocked you out of air.

A loud thunder echoed through the air, making you wince as you looked over your shoulder and into the stormy night air. But as you returned your attention on Namjoon, he was already making for the kitchen.

You hurried, catching up to him when Namjoon suddenly turned around. You had to take a step back to be able to look up at him, a flush of hot fever rushing to your cheeks.

"You like me?" you breathed, your chest rising and falling heavily as your eyes locked with his. You could not tell what Namjoon was thinking but there was a storm of thoughts behind his eyes.

A small, almost invisible breath escaped Namjoon's lips before he turned around, reaching for the teapot.

"Wait," you reached for Namjoon's hand instead. His dark eyes followed your touch back to your eyes. "Please talk to me," you begged in a whisper, tears threatening to creep into your eyes.

Namjoon studied you before he leaned down closer to you.

"I like you," said Namjoon quietly, his chest rumbling with the deepness of his voice. His eyes radiated a warmth you had never known before. Suddenly, all of the times you saw Namjoon at all of those benefits and fundraisers came flooding right back to you: the warm smiles hiding in his eyes, the nods, and the hellos, when he talked to you - how he talked to you ...

"You like me?" you exhaled incredulously.

The warmth inside Namjoon's eyes swirled with amusement as he breathed a smile, this time managing to reach for the teapot. He could feel your gaze on his back as he poured water into the kettle, the smile on his lips growing.

You were too stunned to speak, certain that he would dismiss your assumptions and not confirm them. You did not know how you felt about Namjoon, you hardly knew him; but you could definitely feel the butterflies in your stomach.

You managed to take a shower and wash the makeup off your face before changing into the clothes Namjoon lent you. He was right too; you had to roll up the cuffs of the sweatpants whilst his hoodie fell to the middle of your thighs. You did not mind though, grateful to get out of the evening dress you wore before.

You found Namjoon in the living room, his back to you as he spoke on the phone, holding a tall cup of tea between the tips of his fingers. You leaned against the arch that opened into the living area, waiting for him to finish the conversation. Namjoon had heard you coming and ended the phone call, his gaze rising from your toes up to your eyes as he saw you in his clothes.

Your heart began beating faster in your chest as blood rushed to your cheeks.

"Is everything alright?" you asked, referring to Namjoon's phone call.

"Everything is alright," confirmed Namjoon and made his way over to you. Although the phone call was Yoongi who called him with news of Kang's rage and promises of revenge, Namjoon wouldn't dream of telling you. You were upset enough as it was.

Namjoon did not have to tell you though. You had become frighteningly good at noticing even the smallest signs of tension in the past months and you could see it in Namjoon's broad shoulders.

"He knows I'm here, doesn't he?" you asked quietly. Your eyes prickled with tears but you looked away. You were so tired of crying.

Your gaze rose to Namjoon's when he did not say anything.

"Doesn't he?" you whispered to keep your voice from breaking. Namjoon's eyes watched you, a parting in his lips as he realized he could not lie to you, not when you looked at him with tears in your eyes.

"He knows."

"I should—"

"You don't have to worry about it. I'll handle it," Namjoon cut you off immediately. He would not hear it.

"But—"

"Y/N, I'll handle it," decided Namjoon, giving you no space to argue. Your eyes studied his face but he was unwavering in his decision.

You had no choice but to nod although it only made the tears spill from your eyes as your chin quivered. It was all too much: Kang, the benefit, the escape, rolling all of this responsibility on Namjoon ...

"I'm sorry," you whispered hiding your eyes behind your hand.

"Don't apologize," said Namjoon sternly. "Not for this." His arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer, his hand holding your head to his chest as you began to sob. You wanted to apologize a thousand times but Namjoon did not want your apologies; there was nothing to apologize for. He only wanted to hold you and make sure you were safe.

Yoongi

You looked around the apartment warily whilst Yoongi went to get you some clothes to change into as you were still wearing the evening gown. You took a step closer the wall stacked with hundreds upon hundreds of vinyl records. You read some of the tiny titles scribbled on their sides when Yoongi suddenly reappeared behind you.

"I was just looking," you said quickly, making sure he knew you did not touch any of his things.

Yoongi looked at you. "You don't have to just look," he said, gesturing at the record player sitting near the window. You followed his gaze.

"Oh," you breathed. "That's okay." A small smile came to rest on your lips.

Yoongi handed you a pair of grey sweatpants and a soft black hoodie. You thanked him, holding the clothes to your chest.

You could not believe the reality of your situation or what made you agree to do this in the fist place. You may have spoken to Min Yoongi a couple of times before but in truth you did not know him at all and the thought frightened you.

Yoongi showed you around the apartment to break the uncomfortable silence. He opened the door of the bathroom, gestured to his bedroom at the end of the hallway and showed you to the guest bedroom. Yoongi held the door open for you to enter. You hesitated, not catching on to his gesture and waiting for him to enter first.

Yoongi's dark eyes waited on you. You glanced at him.

"Oh," was all that came from your mouth before you quickly scurried inside. The walls were a deep colour neither grey nor green with white wooden lining and a light ceiling that brightened the room. There was cherry blossom in the vase on the nightstand and a large bed with cozy pillows and blankets in the shades of beige against one of the walls.

"I can stay here?" you asked carefully, not wanting to take anything for granted. It was hard enough for you to believe that anyone would go up against Kang for anything, much less to help you.

"It's yours," said Yoongi, leaning against the door frame. "I will let you get changed," he said before you could thank him. He closed the door quietly behind him.

You sat on the edge of the bed, your body sinking into the soft mattress. You held Yoongi's clothes close to you as if they were a pillow. They smelled of laundry detergent and the beautiful fragrance he always wore. You closed your eyes but shouldn't have because your eyes spilled with hot tears and your chest was heavy with sobs that you would not let Yoongi to hear. You weren't sure why you were crying; was it relief or fear or both or nothing at all, but a part of it was all of the stress and anxiety that built up inside of you over the past months.

You changed into the clothes Yoongi gave you whilst still calming yourself down some. You slipped into the bathroom unnoticed and washed your face. One look at your make up and he would have know you had been crying. Yoongi knew anyway though from the redness of your eyes and the tone of your voice.

"Are you hungry?" asked Yoongi and opened the door of his fridge. It was always stacked with food although he almost never ate at home.

"I'm okay," you said genuinely as you leaned against the counter. You could not possibly have anything to eat in that moment.

Yoongi closed the fridge, his ink black eyes turning to you. His clothes were too big on you but he figured they were more comfortable than in the stunning dress you wore.

"I can make you some tea," suggested Yoongi and took a step closer, seeing the restlessness in your eyes.

"It's okay," you spoke quietly, using much self-control not to take a step back. "Thank you," you found yourself saying at last. "For everything."

"You don't need to thank me for anything," said Yoongi, uninterested in your gratitude.

"But I do," you insisted and your eyes watered again. You hated yourself for crying so much but you could not control it. Just the thought of what tonight might have been like for you, if Kang lost control like he did before the benefit ... What tomorrow would have been like and every day that followed if you had not managed to get away from him.

"You don't," said Yoongi again and yet his expression softened when he saw you like this. "You should get some rest," he said gently.

You nodded as he walked you to the guest bedroom. You hesitated before you went in.

"I saw you have sleeping pills in the bathroom," you began, threading lightly. "Would it be okay if I had one?"

"Of course," agreed Yoongi and brought you a glass of water.

"You don't have to ask me this," said Yoongi as you took the sleeping pill. "Anything you need, it's yours." You stared at Yoongi with the glass in your hand. He took it, his fingers brushing against yours, making your skin tingle.

"Thank you," you said again but Yoongi gave no sign of recognizing your gratitude. He would not accept it because in his mind's eye everything he did for you and everything you needed was a given.

You said your good-nights before you closed the door behind you and climbed into bed. You surrounded yourself with pillows, and although your mind was screaming with thoughts and emotions that made your tears soak the covers beneath your head, the sleeping pill was even stronger than you anticipated. You fell into a deep slumber, sleeping for nearly fourteen hours without waking.

Yoongi could barely sleep at all however. He had half a mind to take the sleeping pill himself but he needed himself alert. So instead, Yoongi lay in bed thinking and staring at the ceiling. He could not have cared less about Kang or the rivalry or any of it; his mind always only drifted off to you.

Yoongi would get up every couple of hours and quietly open the door to your bedroom only enough to see that you were alright and sound asleep.

Yoongi came to check on you one last time after he managed to get a couple of hours of sleep himself. Morning was already piercing into view on the horizon when he glanced into your room. He pushed the door open quietly and fixed the comforter over you as it was almost on the floor. Your body sought the warmth in your sleep when the comforter was drawn over you once again and your arms wrapped around it, hugging it close. A small sigh escaped your lips when Yoongi brushed a stray lock of hair from your eyes. He could hear the sound of his own heart ringing in his ears at how beautiful you looked. It took all the strength in him to peel himself away from your side and to not caress your cheek, which could cause you to wake. He did not even want to imagine the look on your face if you found him in your room when you woke. You were already anxious enough because of Kang.

The thought of that man made Yoongi's blood boil. He closed the door of your bedroom gently although the anger he was feeling could have him slam them to the point of breaking.

Yoongi took a long shower to clear his mind and wake him up properly. Kang knew you were with Yoongi and he promised an all-out war. Yoongi could not help but smile to himself as hot water poured down his body. He would enjoy every minute of destroying Kang. He thought about it still even as he got dressed, his wrath fueled even more each time he remembered your bruise and the way Kang must have been treating you.

Yoongi exited his bedroom so deep in thought he almost collided with you, who also just came out of your room. Yoongi's eyes went wide as he steadied you by the shoulders, the scent of your perfume that still lingered on your skin from last night triggering goosebumps on his arms, but it was nothing compared to your small hands resting against his chest.

You stared at Yoongi in his black t-shirt and his black trousers as caught off guard as he was.

"Sorry," you said quickly and took a step back.

Compared to last night, you were more rested than ever. You could not even recall when you last had such a good night's sleep, having slept next to a person you did not trust and did not want anymore for weeks.

"I'm sorry for last night too," you began. Yoongi looked at you surprised. "I wasn't myself; I was tired and I was scared ... And I just ... I really wanted to thank you for everything," you confessed as you bit the inside of your lip.

"Y/N—"

"Please, Yoongi, I just ..." you cut him off but did not know how to put it in words. Yoongi's face softened even more than you thought possible hearing the sound of his name roll off your tongue.

"I just ..." you tried again but there were no words that you could find. Instead, you stepped on the tips of your toes and reached your hands around Yoongi's neck as you pulled him into a tight hug. He froze for a moment, before his arms locked around the middle of your back, his face burying in your neck.

"Thank you," you whispered again and found that this time Yoongi did not protest.

Hoseok

Jung took you to his apartment in the city. The building was an enormously tall skyscraper with a doorman and security men posted at every corner. Your gaze traced their heavy guns as Hoseok led you to the elevator. The closer you got to your final destination, the more anxious you became and the adrenaline began to disappear. The reality of it all hit you like a ton of bricks, a thousand worries weighing down on your chest.

"He doesn't know where you live, does he?" you asked Jung carefully just before the elevator opened.

Hoseok placed his hand on the side of the door to let you pass in case it tried to close.

"Who?" asked Jung as you stepped out into the small, bright corridor. A couple of more men were posted there, making you nervous as your worried eyes returned to Jung.

"He doesn't," assured Hoseok when he saw the look in your eyes. "Even if he did, he would never make it past the lobby."

Jung typed in the security code and pressed his finger against the pad before the door opened.

"Come in."

You stepped inside warily, quickly looking for signs of anything out of the ordinary. But the apartment was beautiful. The hallway opened into a spacious living area that lead to the kitchen and dining room. The walls were creamy and bright and decorated with artwork. There were bookshelves and plants and large windows that allowed for a view of the city, bringing life into the room.

You took off your heels, hesitating a little before entering the living area. It was all so clean and organized like something off a magazine or a Pinterest board.

"It's okay," said Hoseok, the tips of his fingers gently brushing against your shoulder blade.

You nodded. There was a strange warmth about Hoseok that you could not explain. Every instinct in your body trusted him although your mind and reason still needed some convincing. You barely knew him in truth.

Hoseok lent you some of his clothes to change into, a pair of cozy sweatpants and a soft t-shit your body got lost in. He asked if you were hungry or wanted anything else but you had no appetite. Your stomach was still in knots.

Hoseok showed you the guest bedroom where you could stay. The room was warm and inviting, with pale pistachio-green walls and a beige-white carpet that framed the bed, which was topped with pillows and blankets.

The sight of it all, how beautiful and inviting and warm it was, gave your chest a painful squeeze. You hated the tears that prickled your eyes but you could not help but ask,

"Why are you helping me?"

Your voice was soft but your brows gathered into a frown when you looked up at Hoseok. He seemed surprised by your question.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You barely know me," you found yourself whispering to keep your voice from cracking.

"I know enough," said Hoseok, who now frowned as well. You were taken back by how drastically his features could change from soft and inviting, to authoritative and pensive although there was still warmth you could recognize in his dark eyes.

"But how?" you asked quietly, your gaze locked with his. Hoseok looked away and licked his lips before his eyes returned to you.

"I have been keeping an eye on you," he confessed.

"Why?" you breathed, astonished and your brows raised. Hoseok did not say anything although his eyes spoke loudly enough for you to understand.

"My bedroom is just down the hall if you'll need anything," said Hoseok and tore his gaze away from yours. He turned around and made to leave, keeping the door of your bedroom cracked open.

You found yourself forgetting to breathe as you watched him leave. You sat on the edge of the bed overwhelmed with emotions. Hand clutched over your chest, you tried to steady your breathing and ease the pain that assembled in your lungs. You tried to find some sleep but you only twisted and turned all night and waited for the morning to come.

You emerged from the room early in the morning, surprised to find Hoseok awake as well. What more, you found him dressed in a pair of elegant black trousers and a crisp white shirt, freshly shaven and showered, smelling like heaven. The entire hallway smelled like his bodywash, giving you goosebumps

You felt like you were in nothing more than a garbage bag compared to Hoseok although it was his Prada t-shirt you were wearing.

Hoseok looked up from his phone, feeling a pair of eyes on him. You blushed and hoped it did not show in the early morning light and with your hair let down.

"Awake already?" asked Hoseok, his morning voice soft and nothing short of warm as he was leaning against the kitchen counter. You nodded, still lingering in the narrow hallway, which opened into the kitchen and living area.

"Did you sleep well?"

You shook your head and joined him at the counter, sitting down on one of the chairs. "I couldn't keep my mind off things," you murmured, your voice soft and quiet in the morning hour. "How did you sleep?"

Something shifted in Hoseok's eyes when you asked him that. "I couldn't keep my mind off things either," he said unblinking, taking in your features: the sheet wrinkles on the side of your neck, the way you breathed softly with your sleepy eyes on his.

Hoseok looked away. He grabbed a large paper shopping bag that sat at his feet and placed it on the counter. They were clothes for you - only some basic items but you were too shocked to thank him.

"You went shopping?" you asked wide-eyed although it probably wasn't even seven in the morning and everything was still closed.

"No, I had someone bring them over," smiled Hoseok.

"I didn't go anywhere," he said after a moment, frowning at the thought of leaving you there all alone.

Hoseok could not sleep at night because his mind kept drifting off to you, sleeping in his apartment, in his guest bedroom down the hall. He thought about your conversation last night and how he handled it. Hoseok was determined to make up for it and ordered his personal assistant to find some clothes for you even if he had to wake the owner of the shopping center in the middle of the night. He wanted to make you comfortable by at least getting you some clothes of your own and some essentials you might need.

You watched Hoseok as a cloud of steam rose continuously from his coffee. You followed a strand of his hair that threatened onto his eyes. You reached over hesitantly, carefully catching the lock between your fingers and tucking it in its place.

Hoseok froze still as you did that, his dark eyes piercing through you as heat crept to your cheeks.

"Sorry," you whispered and crossed your arms again as you were leaning against the counter. Little did you know Hoseok's heart threatened to jump from his chest from racing so fast, and even less did he know that yours wanted to do the same.

Jimin

Jimin took you to his apartment in the city. The building was secured from top to bottom with security posted at every corner. The sight of the guards calmed you and made you anxious at the same time. You quickened your pace, your hand slipping into Jimin's instinctively. His sharp eyes snapped to you, his reaction making you realize what you were doing.

"Sorry," you said quickly, your eyes wide as you tried to take your hand back but Jimin would not let it go. Instead, his fingers intertwined with yours as you entered the elevator. You squeezed Jimin's hand subconsciously, your knee fidgeting beneath your elegant black dress. Your mind rushed in every direction with thoughts of Kang and the benefit at its centre. You wondered how long it took for him to notice that you were gone and that Park was gone too.

"He doesn't ... He doesn't know where you live, does he?" you asked gravely just as the elevator door opened. Jimin's gaze locked with yours. The door wanted to close again but his hand stopped them.

"Of course not," said Jimin darkly. You exited the elevator. "And if he does, he'll be shot dead before he makes it past the lobby," added Jimin, knocking the breath out of you. You stared at him paralyzed as he typed in the code of the apartment lock, imagining the scene in your head. Although Kang has been terrible to you and you wanted nothing else but to get away from him, a part of you still cared for some reason. You have been together for nearly two years and not all of it was bad. Yet on the other hand, if Kang came after Jimin for helping you ...

"Come," said Jimin as he opened the door for you.

You stared at Jimin whilst your heart weighed heavy in your chest and your lungs turned to lead with worry. You took your hand from his.

"I should go," you found yourself saying and turned on your heel, pressing the elevator button.

"Y/N," called Jimin, already catching your hand before the elevator door could even open. "What are you talking about?" His eyebrows had formed into a terrible frown. You could not even look at him as your eyes filled with hot tears.

"I shouldn't be here," you hurried, "If Kang finds out where I am—"

"I told you you're safe, Y/N," Jimin cut you off and you finally managed to look at him, your big watery eyes finding his.

"I don't care about me," you cried. "What if he hurts you?" You looked away as two salty tears slipped down your cheeks. You brushed them away with your free hand, doing your best to control the sobs that wanted nothing more but to escape your lungs.

You looked back up at Jimin when he did not say anything. His frown was almost gone and his jaw softened as his brown eyes filled with warmth.

Another tear slipped from your eye but Jimin caught it with his thumb.

"Come in," assured Jimin, his voice gentle. You hesitated but the tug of Jimin's hand encouraged you before he led you inside.

Jimin turned on the lights, revealing a spacious living area at the end of the short hallway. You slipped off your heels and took in the view. The rich dark tones of the walls and the furniture were balanced out by the white ceilings and warm lights. The living room opened into the kitchen and dining room that further led to a narrow hallway.

"Come, let's get you some clothes," said Jimin, making you turn around. There was a staircase behind you that led to a second floor.

Jimin pushed open the door of his bedroom as he led you through it to his walk-in closet. His room was the opposite of downstairs with its pale walls and dark hardwood floors. The walls of Jimin's walk-in closet, however, were lined with suits and shirts and jewellery and shoes.

"Are you cold? Do you want a hoodie?" asked Jimin but received no answer from you. When he turned around, he found your eyes on one the dressers he had especially made. Jimin forgot one of the drawers open, one with a slick black sniper gun lying in a bed of foam of its exact shape.

Jimin let go of your hand and closed the drawer with a swift gesture. The drawer locked into the dresser, only Jimin's fingerprint being able to open it again.

Your heart was beating hard against your throat as you gaze met with Jimin's. This was not your first time seeing a gun yet the sight of it sent shivers down your spine nonetheless.

"T-shirt or hoodie?" asked Jimin again, changing the topic completely.

"A t-shirt is fine," you managed to utter and although your voice was near as quiet as a whisper, your voice crack slightly anyway. You could see that Jimin noticed because his body froze when he heard it even if only for a split second.

Jimin handed you one of his t-shirts and a pair of cozy sweatpants and gave you some privacy to change.

You slipped from your dress and put on his clothes before emerging from the closet. You expected to find him in his room but he wasn't there. You thought to find him downstairs but you could not help but take a look around Jimin's bedroom. There was a silver laptop on his large bed, only the lamp from his nightstand turned on. You stopped in front of the window-wall and took in the full view of the city; the yellow and red lights glowed in the rainy night with blue lights from an ambulance or a police car passing by here and there. You sank deep in thought. The image of Kang's eyes, of his clenched jaw, and loud voice persisted in your mind as you remembered your last argument. You remembered the fear and the insecurity.

You felt heat on the back of your neck and the pressure of anxiety in your chest. You sat down in one of the two armchairs by the window, trying to calm your trembling hands.

"You know you're sitting in my favourite chair," said Jimin, a shadow of a playful smile in the corner of his lips but you could not see it; you could only hear his words.

"W-What?" you stuttered, comprehending what he said. You stood up quickly, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know ..."

Your big wide eyes jumped to Jimin's as you hugged your arms. His eyebrows hung in a formidable frown, his dark eyes darting to your hands. Although he knew it was there, Jimin's gaze fell upon your bruised elbow for the first time. The purple fingertips that were imprinted into your skin made his stomach twist into knots. It took every ounce of discipline in him not to storm out and kill Kang with his bare hands. Jimin knew you guys fought a lot but he never realized it was this bad or he would have done something about it.

"Y/N," whispered Jimin, his hands slowly cupping your cheeks. You did not even know when it happened but there were tears falling from your eyes. Jimin tried to brush them away with his thumbs but only more fell.

"Y/N, please ..." begged Jimin, his heart falling to pieces to see you cry. You sniffled back a sob and looked down. How you hated to cry; it made you feel weak and helpless but nothing you could do would stop it in that moment.

Jimin pulled you closer, his arms securing around your trembling frame. Your hands wrapped around his waist as sobs filled your lungs. Jimin caressed your hair and held you to him as you cried, his chin resting on top of your head.

Taehyung

You observed Taehyung with the corner of your eye as he drove, still not knowing where he was taking you. You began to doubt whether this was a good idea, whether you could trust Taehyung. They were all in this business together with the same sort of tactics and manipulations. For a moment, you considered it was all just a trap, that Kang and Taehyung made some sort of agreement for your boyfriend to test your loyalty or play a trick on you.

Your hands began to tremble as you blinked back the tears. Taehyung made a sharp turn into the garage of a tall building. You found yourself holding your breath until he parked and you got out of the car. The neon lights almost blinded you but Taehyung found your hand to guide you. He took you to the elevator guarded by three heavily armed bodyguards. They all nodded at Taehyung, their eyes only noting your presence before turning away.

Your heart was beating loud and your head began to feel light as the elevator rose to the topmost floor of the building. You had not even noticed but you have been subconsciously squeezing Taehyung's hand in a fidgety repetition as you tried to calm down. You could feel Taehyung's quiet gaze on you all the way up until the elevator door slid open.

When Taehyung let go of your hand to type in the security code for his apartment, you instinctively hugged your bare arms. Your gaze shifted along the narrow corridor, somehow expecting for Kang to appear in front of you.

"Come in," asked Taehyung not ungently but you nearly gasped at the sound of his voice that startled you from your thoughts. He noticed because an even darker frown settled on his eyes.

"Thank you," you said quietly and slipped inside, trying to disguise how scared you really were. But there was no fooling Taehyung.

You took off your heels, now standing much shorter to Taehyung than before. Your eyes scanned his beautiful apartment and still searched for anything that would stand out. Dark and rich earthy colours dominated everywhere you looked, brightened by warm lights and large windows.

Taehyung showed you around to the kitchen and the dining area and the main hallway which led to one of the bathrooms, his office, a guest bedroom and his own bedroom.

You waited whilst Taehyung got you some of his clothes to change into, your eyes scanning the apartment anxiously. You almost jumped when Taehyung reappeared at your side, handing you a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

You thanked him, squeezing the clothes to your chest. "Can I take a shower?" you asked hesitantly.

"Of course," said Taehyung and opened the door of the bathroom for you. He disappeared quietly, giving you the privacy you needed.

The hot water felt good against your skin and calmed some of your nerves although you were still on pins and needles. You dried yourself and changed into the comfortable clothes Taehyung lent you. Your skin smelled of his bodywash, giving you goosebumps.

You found Taehyung in the living room, sitting elegantly on the sofa. His eyes rose from his phone and took in the sight of you in his clothes. You had to roll up the cuffs of the pants but otherwise they were perfect.

"Feeling better?"

You nodded a little, slowly making your way to the sofa where you sat down as well, not too close, not too far from Taehyung.

"Why did you help me?" you asked hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper. If this was not a trap as Kang was nowhere to be seen, you could not help but wonder why Taehyung offered his help to you.

Taehyung turned to you, his formidable presence making your stomach twist and your heart give a painful squeeze.

"I like you ... so I helped you," Taehyung said calmly, the tone of his voice smooth and even like molten gold.

I like you.

A shivery breath caught in the back of your throat as you felt the tips of your fingers prickle with needles. Your heart was beating wildly against your chest.

"And you ... You don't want anything in return for ... For helping me?" you asked timidly, studying Taehyung's face as your eyes found his. He paused.

"Like what?" asked Taehyung. You could see it in the somber expression of his face that he could read the thoughts behind your eyes. He knew what you were asking but was offended by it.

You looked away quickly as your entire body suddenly seemed like it was on fire. Your gaze turned to your hands where you picked on the skin around your nails anxiously. You could feel Taehyung's gaze burn into you.

"I don't want anything in return, Y/N," said Taehyung calmly. He got up and ran a hand through his hair. "You should get some rest."

You looked up at him as Taehyung made past you. A pang of guilt cut deep into your chest when you watched his frame disappear down the hallway.

You tried to find some sleep that night but you couldn't. Although the bed was perfect, the temperature just to your liking, it was your mind that was in a tempest and kept you up. Even when you managed to find sleep for a few minutes, your mind replayed Kang's words mingled with Taehyung's like a broken record.

You're never leaving me. Ever. -I like you. -You're never leaving me. Ever. -I like you. You're never—

You woke up with a start, a loud gasp escaping your lungs as you sat up in bed. The guest bedroom was already kissed by daylight, now waking in the shades of creamy white and deep espresso brown instead of shadows appearing everywhere you looked. The room itself could nearly be an apartment in its own right with its ornate loveseat and a matching armchair, with paintings and dressers and lively green plants.

You rolled out of bed still more rested than you went to sleep even though you had an uneasy night. At the least you could think more clearly than yesterday, which also meant that you felt even guiltier than before.

You expected to find Taehyung somewhere in the living area or the kitchen but he was nowhere to be seen. He was not in the bathroom across your room either, which only left his bedroom. Just as you were about to hide back in the guestroom for a while longer, Taehyung appeared on the doorway of his bedroom.

A blush so strong rose to your cheeks that your skin pulsated with fever. Taehyung was in nothing but a pair of trousers, his hair ruffled and his eyes full of sleep as he leaned one of his arms against the door frame beside his head.

"I'll get dressed in a minute," said Taehyung abently, his voice so deep and husky with sleep it made goosebumps rise on your arms and legs.

"Take your time," you managed to utter, now feeling the blush prickle your chest and neck as well. The image of Taehyung's bare chest would not leave your mind no matter how hard you tried.

You waited in the kitchen, pacing and biting your lip, when Taehyung appeared once again. He wore a pair of elegant black trousers and a matching shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A silver wristwatch rested on one of his hands, the other one resting snugly in his pocket. His dark eyes found you immediately although he was in urgent need of some coffee.

"Did you get any rest?" you spoke, desperate to cut through the silence.

The espresso machine was already buzzing busily when Taehyung turned to you, leaning against the counter.

"I should be asking you that," said Taehyung huskily, a hint of amusement hiding in his eyes. You did not say anything though but waited for him to go first.

"I didn't sleep much," Taehyung told truthfully.

"Me neither," you agreed. "I couldn't stop thinking ... I ... I shouldn't have said that last night." You looked down for a moment, ashamed of yourself.

"Said what?"

"You helped me and I questioned your intentions," you said desperately, beginning to think Taehyung was torturing you on purpose. But when you looked into his eyes, there was nothing he was not sharing with you.

Taehyung stood up straight and walked over to you, stopping only inches away. He leaned down, his forehead nearly touching yours as a sharp breath caught in your throat. Your heart raced wildly.

"If you weren't you, you would have been right to question my intentions," said Taehyung, both of his hands now hidden in the pockets of his trousers yet his gaze remained burned into yours.

"You are in luck though," he spoke again, sending shivers down your spine. "Because as strange and unusual as I as well find it, my intentions with you are nothing if not pure," Taehyung purred, his eyes filled with unusual warmth.

The espresso machine gave a quiet ring.

"Coffee?"

Jungkook

You arrived at Jungkook's apartment building in the middle of the night. The stress not only of the evening alone but the past couple of months caught up to you. Once the adrenaline of escaping your boyfriend subsided, you could not even bring yourself to talk. The entire ride was filled with not uncomfortable silence although you were still on pins and needles. You had not planned to leave the benefit or your now ex-boyfriend the way you did, much less did you think Jeon would be the person to help you do it. You worried you might have made a wrong decision asking him for help as you glanced at his tattooed knuckles gripping onto the steering wheel and his formidable frown.

You got out of the car the moment the engine died, yearning for a breath of fresh air. You did not get it though as you were in the garage of the apartment building and the air was worse than ever. Instead, you came face to face with men clad in black carrying heavy weapons. The sight made your stomach twist into even tighter knots but it was too late now.

You followed Jungkook into the elevator that eventually rose to the top of the building. The ride made you uneasy, making your head feel as light as a feather. Just as the walls seemed to start closing down on you, the door of the elevator opened following a ring.

Jungkook placed his hand on the side of the door to keep it from closing as you walked out. You waited for him in front of another pair of doors where Jungkook typed in the code of the security lock and had the scanner read his fingerprint.

Jungkook opened the door for you, letting you enter first. He turned on the lights quickly and closed the entrance behind him. The click of the door made you turn around, your eyes darting to his. His eyebrows seemed to be frozen in a frown since you left the benefit.

Jungkook's gaze revisited the place where Kang left his fingerprints, his mind drifting off to dangerous places.

You licked your dry lips and took off your heels that were beginning to dig painfully into your feet. As you rose, you finally took in the sight of Jungkook's apartment. It was a balance of dark and light, of vast emptiness and inviting warmth.

"I'll get you some clothes," said Jungkook as he made past you, the smell of smoke and his perfume lingering on his clothes.

You glanced at the door when Jungkook was out of sight and tried the knob but it was locked, the keypad staring at you blinkingly. You did not intend on leaving, you had nowhere to go, but just being able to have that option ...

Jungkook brought you a pair of grey sweatpants and a soft black t-shirt that you thanked him for. He showed you to the bathroom where you changed and washed off your smudged makeup. Yet once you returned, Jungkook could still see the storm of thoughts behind your eyes.

"What is it?" asked Jungkook not unkindly although his frown curved even grimmer if that was even possible.

"Am I ..." you began, not knowing how to string together the words. The answer that you might get frightened you.

Jungkook's eyes waited with expectation.

"Am I allowed to leave?" you uttered at last, your voice quiet as your gaze shifted between Jungkook's eyes and the buttons of his shirt.

"Why wouldn't you be?" asked Jungkook, a hidden sharpness in his voice that you could point out easily. In the past months, you had learned to pick up on the smallest signals and gestures that could most of the time save you from a difficult argument.

"I don't know," you tried to keep your voice loud enough for him to hear although your hands were wet with cold sweat.

Jungkook stared at you. You were avoiding his eyes, your hands if not your whole body were trembling, your shoulders tense.

"Why did you come with me if you're so scared of me?" asked Jungkook. Your eyes found his as your lips parted.

"I suppose I'm not as scared of you as I am of him," you confessed after a moment not only to Jungkook but to yourself. You looked down, ashamed that you felt that way about someone who so far did everything but hurt you.

Your eyes watered with tears and your chin quivered. You thought about everything Kang told you about Jungkook, and you thought about Kang himself; the thought of him made you sick with fever.

"I'm sorry," you whispered as you shook your head. You tried to push away the tears, tired of crying, but they fell down your cheeks anyway.

"You've been nothing but kind to me ... If it weren't for you ..." you could not even think about it. You hid your eyes behind your hand, holding back the pain in your chest.

"Fuck ..." muttered Jungkook under his breath and pulled you into his arms despite battling with himself not to do it. He could not forget the way you winced from his touch when he led you to his car, but he did not know what else to do.

You did not flinch this time, however. You welcomed the comfort of his embrace, of his arms wrapping around your frame. His chest felt warm beneath your cheek, the sound of his loud heartbeat calming you down.

You did not know how much time had passed or how long the two of you have been standing that way, but it was long enough for you to feel yourself want to fall asleep.

"I'm so tired," you whispered, your eyes closed and your hands still wrapped around Jungkook's waist.

"I know," said Jungkook quietly not to disturb you. He slipped his arms beneath you and picked you up. If you had had but an ounce of energy left, you would have argued against it and insisted to walk alone but you could no longer fight at all, not for anything.

Soon, there was a soft pillow beneath your head and the covers drawn over your shivering body. The exhaustion made you even colder than usual but you fell asleep anyway.

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When you woke up, the pale sun was shinning into the unknown room. The walls were charcoal grey, the ceiling white with a wall of windows opening from top to bottom to your side. You sat up quickly, not remembering how you got there, not recognizing any of the furniture nor the bed. Your gaze soon fell upon the armchair in the corner of the room. The memories of last night came back to you when you saw Jungkook sleeping in the armchair. He no longer wore a tuxedo but a black hoodie and a pair of sweatpants as he lay sprawled in the armchair.

You remembered crying in Jungkook's arms and hugging him, and you were almost certain he carried you to bed. Heat rushed to your cheeks and neck, painting them red with blush as you wished for the floor to crack open and swallow you. You were rested now, at least more than last night when you were a complete mess of emotions and could think straight.

Your mind drifted to Kang as you wondered what happened at the benefit after you disappeared, the rage and uproar he must have caused.

Your elbow was even sorer than you remembered and the bruise grew darker and more menacing by the hour. You tried to touch it but the brush of fingertips alone was painful.

Although the armchair looked uncomfortable, you wanted to let Jungkook sleep. You could not stop the butterflies from awakening in your stomach when you saw him like that. His face was relaxed, his brows free from the usual frown. Jungkook's arms were crossed lazily across his chest as he breathed softly.

You slipped from the bed quietly, goosebumps rising on your arms in the cold morning air. It was misty and grey outside, the sun now gone completely. You took the soft blanket from the foot of the bed and made your way to Jungkook almost on the tips of your toes. You folded the blanket once and placed it gently over Jungkook, praying that it would not wake him up.

Jungkook remained asleep as you slipped from the guest bedroom and found the bathroom. It made you uneasy to look through his bathroom cabinet but you were in desperate need of a toothbrush. You opened one of the spare ones and borrowed a bit of toothpaste, followed by washing your face and using your fingers for comb when you suddenly heard footsteps in the hallway.

Your gaze shot up to the bathroom door and your heart jumped in your chest. It took you a moment to remind yourself that you were not at home, that you were safe, and Kang was miles away.

When you reached the kitchen, Jungkook was rubbing his tired eyes with his index and thumb as he stood before the buzzing espresso machine.

You wondered why he decided to sleep in the armchair when Jungkook turned around, feeling your gaze burn into his back.

"Hi," you said quietly, a small smile lining your lips.

"Hey," said Jungkook, his voice deep and husky like broken. Goosebumps rose on your arms.

"Coffee?" he offered, fixing his hair by running his fingers through it.

"Please," you said but felt a pang of guilt when you saw the tiredness on his face. You sat down at the counter and poured some milk into your coffee whilst Jungkook watered his espresso to an americano. Just the smell of coffee managed to bring him back from the dead some, although he yearned for a shower and a workout.

"Why did you sleep in the armchair?" you found yourself asking, unable to stop the blush from creeping to your cheeks. You bit your lip, your eyes shifting between Jungkook and your coffee.

Jungkook watched you for a moment, his eyebrows nestling in their usual frown. "You had nightmares."

"I did?" you breathed, not remembering a thing. You shivered from the cold air but you did not notice as you tried to put together the puzzles of your memory.

"You don't remember?" asked Jungkook and set down his nearly empty coffee cup. You looked up at him when his fingers went to the hem of his hoodie as he pulled it off. The t-shirt beneath it rose to the middle of his torso as he did so, sending a wave of heat to your cheeks.

"Here," said Jungkook and handed the hoodie to you.

"No, it's okay—" you reacted quickly but he cut you off.

"Take it," said Jungkook, leaving no room for arguments. You couldn't do anything else but to thank him to which he nodded absent-mindedly.

You slipped on Jungkook's hoodie, still warm and smelling like him. You sank into the comfortable material, your nose buried in the collar of the hoodie. Jungkook did not say anything for a while, making you look up with big eyes as you just woke from your thoughts.

Jungkook was watching you all the while, leaning against the counter at the hip, until your gaze finally rose to him. His dark eyes were filled with amusement, which made you blush. His lips spread into a small smile as he passed by you and headed down the hallway. You stared at his back until he disappeared from your sight, feeling your cheeks pulsate with heat.

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Chapter 2 : No more clothes 🥲😩

Why are these so hot 🥵😵‍💫

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They are looking like mafias and I am in love with them🥵

MY 7 DADDYS🤭

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I was supposed to sleep— but my hand slipped 😭😭😭

@yeontanismypresident it wasn’t going to be Sope, but then I thought of you 🤧

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STAGGERING

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Seokjin

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Action, Smut, Romance, Complicated relationships, Mafia AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 5070

⚠️chapter warnings: Explicit smut, death threats, ownership, toxic masculinity pokes, patriarchal, hierarchy, spoken mxm

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble across this work? Glad you're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

This one-shot is inspired by a story that I'm writing, called: Sandman. There's another one, also inspired on Sandman, called: Finally Alone and Golden hour

I will post Sandman only for paid members once it's finished. (Memberships won't be available until I the story is completed)

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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You love the visual aspect of Kim's Manor. The changes Namjoon made after their father died, to make it more in his style, has paid off. The sun bathes the stone walls outside retaining the warmth and somehow when you lean on them in the late afternoon, they feel like you are leaning against the man himself.

That's not all; the place is much greener, a lot less rigid than his father's aesthetic. But it still holds a majestic escence that simply seems to flow through them like the blue blood flows through the Min's veins.

Past the entrance hall, the interior makes you feel at home, but as you step in through the magnificent hardwood door, the first welcome to the house gives of "don't get too comfortable" vibes. Adequate, to get uninvited guests in and out in record time.

Two, also magnificent, spiral sets of stairs lead to the first floor, guarded at the top by men in black suits. Down, there's a double door in between and in front of it, two regal navy-blue, velvet sofas that look as comfortable to sit on as they are; hard cushoned surfices, beautiful to look at but nothing else. However, it is the emptiness of the space and the white walls that make you feel like you are not expected to stay.

His office is on the left, the only double doors on that side, with a toilet room. Although, outside, there's another one for the guests that almost hides behind the spiral set of stairs at that side. On the right, is access to the visitor's garden, where a couple fountains let water fall over a pebbled pond with Koi fish the size of your forearm and some different indigenous species that are way too freshly put in for you to have had the time to learn.

The double door in between the stairs, rigid and uninviting as it looks, it's the first opening to the comforts of the house.

It leads to the kitchen with a private chef and a table for four. The dining room is on the right, after a set of french doors, with an impressive table of eighteen seats, only used in special events, needless to say.

A long hallway leads to the private gardens, on the left. On the right, at the end, an integrated door matching the walls leads to Namjoon's private art gallery, where you have been spending your free time the last couple of days. Trying to skip the reality you live in, the few hours you are allowed to do so; maybe even trying to skip the princess-like treatment you get in this house, you let the art speak to you in whispers.

It makes you uncomfortable, to say the least, to be helped out of your shoes when you come back from outside. Unfortunately, you know Namjoon's mannerism doesn't allow him to offer less from his house service.

As a teenager it used to make you fly away, forget the calamities befalling on your destiny. But after so many years of not being a family guest, it just reminds you of how easy things were when they looked so complicated; when you didn't know or do all that you have.

The nostalgia has your attention on the gloomy paintings of Namjoon's little museum. But it is this one particular painting that has you fixated. It's not new, you had set your eyes on it briefly before, six months ago, when you noticed things had been moved around. That's how long it's been since you last stepped in the house, you realise and your vision blurs before you flicker your lashes to take in the painting once again.

It's the Water Lily Pond by Claude Monet that sure has cost Namjoon a pretty penny. Whatever they have displayed at the museum is a replica. This time, well known by the government, since they never purchased the original. They think the original burned, when it was simply never meant for the public by its last owner.

The oil painting makes you feel something undefined and clear at the same time with many reads to be done from its brush strokes. For you, it gets personal. You can’t see the other side of the bridge in your life either, the gloomy sensation, it feels like a representation of your current state in life.

Even having broken up with Seokjin, with no openings for a misunderstanding or for him to think there was a way back, he still has eyes on you. Depriving you from redoing your life at the emotional level, no other man is allowed to be with you, under the clear and known threat that he is.

Seokjin, in his patriarchal mind, isn't so worried about you spending time with women in private. Even if you slept with them, you know he would just see it the same way he would if you masturbate. To him, that isn’t real sex, or a threat to his domain over you.

When it comes to men, the story is completely different. If one is to become close enough to ask for a date, daring to, he would soon receive a warning from one of Seokjin's men. If ignored, you have already experienced the distress of having your company taken out of a restaurant by two men and have to physically fight Seokjin himself. Needless to say, he didn't win that fight and you only saw him again in the street, running away from you.

The only men allowed around you are Jimin and Seokjin's business partners. The first wouldn't cross his brother, neither does he have that interest in you, and the seconds guide themselves by the same rules Seokjin does; one of them being to not get involved with a partner's woman, even if they have broken up.

You get startled when weight sets at your side on the round, modern-leather ottoman seat. Taehyung, still in his pyjamas, sits next to you, looking at the same painting with his back perfectly straight against nothing. The cotton of the textil looks so well on his body, he could pass for a model inside this particular room.

"It makes me think of you," he mutters, before meeting your eyes.

"Why is that?" you ask him, looking at the painting again and you feel him shift to stare at it too, pressing a palm on the seat, next to your thigh.

"You are trapped on one side of the bridge, without knowing how to get or what to expect at the other side. The gloomy image and how you can’t see the water… Seokjin is under it, ready to break that bridge, no matter how many times it gets constructed," he whispers, leaning closer and Hyunjin moves away to pace the room automatically.

"One could say you read my mind," you reply, letting your back fall over the soft and comfortable surface, big enough to fit two people lying down on it. Three copies of this same furniture, in an autumn palette, are placed in the room to view the art displayed, strategically put in front of Namjoon's favourite pieces. You know the fact they are this big it's for him to be able to nap if he feels like it. This place is his sanctuary, after all.

"I know you," he says, in a low tone that makes your skin set in goosebumps. "I know you crave for the freedom he doesn't allow you to have, but also that you are not selfish enough to let someone get hurt to obtain such freedom." He lets his upper body fall too as he speaks and with his last word, he looks at you sideways. Like that, you stay looking at each other for a few minutes.

You see it again in his eyes; the unregretful love and you feel tears prickle in your eyes. "How did I stay so long in love with him?" you whisper, closing them. Your throat hurts so much from all the contained crying at this point, you have to hawk to clear it.

"Hyunjin!"

"Yes, sir."

"Go to the city and bring us those pastries the lady loves so much," he orders and you open your eyes when the guard comes near and stops right at your side, waiting for your approval.

"Go, I'll be fine," you tell him and he bows, leaving the room and closing the door behind himself.

Your eyes fall on Taehyung again. "It wasn't your fault to fall for him. He was always good to you. Hell, he still is." A certain sourness can be heard in his tone to those last words but you can only guess why. "He's never wronged you directly, neither was his intention," he mutters letting his eyes fall on you staggering you with his way of speaking. "I'm not defending him. Hell knows I had to hide from him for almost a year, until he got bored, to now kiss his ass," he concedes. "I'm just saying it's normal that you fell. Besides, he's older, and you clearly have to have daddy issues with the Hitman raising you." You slap him in the chest with a pout and he scoffs, closing one eye, "Hah-auch…" He grabs your wrist, chuckling.

"You have daddy issues," you scowl, not really angry at him.

"To let Seokjin give it to me while you were naked next to us, I surely have," he mutters and his admission makes the words Seokjin said that day make a lot of sense. Taehyung has always been in love with you and would do anything to be as close as the circumstances allow him.

"Do you regret it?" you mutter, starting to play with the lacey edge of your silk pyjama shirt. The fabric is soft, new, courtesy of Jimin’s good mood.

"The only thing I regret is not having had the balls to kick his ass when he pulled me off the bed the way he did and take you right before his eyes." You are astonished by his statement. That would have been his death on the spot; he had to hide for a year, only for trying to touch you at that moment. Seokjin wouldn't have hesitated after what you saw in his eyes. "You knew, right?"

"Know what?" you reply, being caught off guard.

"That I was in love with you," he confesses. "Am."

"I didn't know then… I actually thought you wanted to sleep with him, not me, at that time." you admit and he frowns, surprised. "You seemed to enjoy flirting and feeling him so much–"

"I did," he confesses. "One thing doesn't take away the other but it was a means to an end. If that was the only way to have you at least once, show you in another way my love, and then just have to be your friend forever; I had to take it, and make the most of it." His voice sounds soft but he hufs right after. "Seokjin has always been attractive and I maybe fancied a taste," he says, touching his lips with two fingers, making you smirk.

"You really have your own way through life, don't you?" you ask him, turning on your back again, a smile lingering on your face; looking at the fresco on the ceiling representing your galaxy. If you could only touch the sky for a moment.

"If I had my own ways–" He cuts himself off propping on his elbow to look at you from your left flank. His other hand approaches your face and he caresses your chin with his index finger. Without thinking you grab said hand and kiss the finger, making his eyes bulge. When they soften, he lets out the air he was holding, parting his lips. "Fuck it," he mumbles and leans over to catch you by surprise with a kiss.

You simply can't resist the touch of his moist lips slipping his taste through the spaces and your hands meet the long threads at the back of his head. The hand at your chin travels down towards your shoulder and keeps its way down until it settles on your waist, right under your ribs.

The kiss doesn't intensify for a while because he is still trying to adjust to the fact it is happening, like the time you were on top of him. You have simply craved his touch so much that you'll take whatever he wants to give and he feels too good to be rushed.

But as you relax into it, your own need plays a part and you allow yourself to pull him closer, sliding a hand underneath his chest and to his back. Automatically, he loses balance on his elbow and his half hovering body falls on yours. The gentle touch of his knee against yours, turning into his hip against your crotch. Both of you gasp and you feel him twitch.

He tries to recover his balance and the safe distance parting his lips, all flustered, caught off guard. You take the chance to use the buttons you know are placed somewhere at your right, looking for them with your palm. You move away when you find the remote, infused in the seat and let your head hang to see what to touch. Pushing two buttons all the black blinders of the room slowly draw down and the light goes off, allowing the fluorescent blue-purplish painting on the ceiling to illuminate the whole space.

You let your head fall back on the seat, looking up and you can see him do the same with the corner of your eyes. The image of him is as if out of a fairy tale; his pure heart, still alive somewhere within his observing dreamy eyes. Your only reason to draw the blinds, to let the art-form of reality take the protagonism, is to hide the transgression you intend on allowing.

It's been going on for too long. You are not a thing to be owned, you never were, and Seokjin knew that from the beginning. You made it clear you had your own mind; your own way to live and that was what had him fall for you. Now, after letting him toy with you for almost a year, play the owner; the bet is over and Taehyung is too much of a crave for you. Now, you will allow your friend to get something he wants as much as you do.

You hook your ankle behind his thigh, drawing him to you. "We've already crossed lines. We might as well die taking it to the furthest one."

"You won't, but I'll gladly make him stop breathing if he comes for me," Taehyung says. "As I told you, I'm done with his bullshit," he expresses and you simply put a hand on his face. He leans closer and his lips trace the same paths they have a minute ago.

"This time I want you to cum on or in me… not your pants," you mutter parting from his lips and he lets his forehead fall to your side, cracking up.

After wheezing, he finally finds his voice, "I was trying to keep the set boundaries and get you off, I don't know who kept it going until I spilled…" he whispers against your earlobe and then bites it before meeting your face again. "You better be on the pill because I've wanted to fill up this pussy of yours since the first time I saw it." You giggle at his statement but then look at the way his face doesn't match the one of pure lust.

In his perfection, with those straight locks like a curtain over your forehead, his eyes are the ones of love again, devotion even. That reminds you of Seokjin, he still looks at you like that, when you give him the time to be in your presence longer than a minute but that thought only breaks your heart further. If he wasn't so sick in his obsession for you, things would have been perfect. You loved him, maybe you even still do, even if you can't forgive his ways. You always have. As far as your memory goes, he was always there, he was always kind to you; to the point of making you fall for him in your teenage years.

A single tear falls from the corner of your left eye to your temple, raw feelings cutting through you like knives. You can’t do it. You are convinced, once Seokjin finds out, there will be no hiding behind Namjoon for Taehyung, there will be no place on earth for him to be safe. There, your love for him, or both, makes you take the wise decision to back off. After all, if Seokjin did know about what happened, he wouldn't wait three days to retaliate. If he had eyes in the house and saw you humping the man on top of you right now, true to his word, Taehyung wouldn't have lived to tell the tale.

When you move to get away, however, Taehyung pulls you back into place, "Talk to me," he whispers, putting his forehead against yours.

"I can't do this," you say with a shaky voice. "Risk your life to have one moment of passion, like this–"

"It's not a moment of passion," he cuts. "I know you wouldn't even consider sleeping with me if there wasn't something else." Your eyes dwell on his for a second and you suddenly realise its the truth. You never had eyes for anyone else but Seokjin, even during the time he practically disappeared. No one but Taehyung. He was there, with his boxy smile and that one playful look that made your heart skip a beat. You gasp and he hums. "See?" You pinch him for his cockiness but it only makes him laugh. "I don't plan on risking my life only to get my dick wet. I've never been so stupid."

"Then what?" You are astonished, once more.

"I say we run away," he mutters. "I have the financials to start over anywhere. Maybe we could even do what we do best somewhere else." Then he cuts himself off, away from the daydream. "For now, let's make love."

He moves over you until his hips are perfectly against yours and his hardness, once more, threatens the stability of your mental state. A grunt escapes him when he thrusts over you, making you wet as you gasp. The memory of his touch and the orgasm this same action withheld, dampening the soft fabric at your slick.

"Skip to it, Taehyung. I want you, I need you inside of me–" you moan with enraged skin, under him.

"Fuck–" he gasps and raises on his knees as quickly as his limbs allow, he gets a grasp of your pants and panties and pulls them off of you.

The eagerness sends you into overdrive and when he pulls his pants to his thighs and leans over with what you see as a thick, pre-cum coated head, you almost lose your breath. When it touches you, when the head slips through your folds, your body takes over and with the use of your heels over the back of his thighs, you push him further.

His head slides through your tight, moist walls and you only know you want him deeper. He lets out a growl, "Woman, I'm trying to hold myself–" he breathes out against your forehead and you can feel the tension of his muscles.

"Don't. Split me in half if you have to. I just want you de–" A shriek escapes you the moment he pulls slightly out and pushes fully in at one go.

It stings, that much is true, but you love feeling him trapped inside you more than pain matters. His forehead falls on yours as he breathes out loudly. His eyes are closed and his left hand reaches to your thigh, groping it and playing with the flesh to distract himself from how close he is to losing his shit.

Then he kisses the spot where his forehead was a second ago, repeatedly, but doesn’t move as his hand begins a cicle. It makes you feel sorry. Taehyung is tender with you and you think maybe this is fucking with him. "I'm sorry, bebe. I–"

"Don't apologise for your needs," he mutters against your skin. "No matter if you liked something grotesque, I would do anything to please you."

"But what about you?"

"Seeing you–there's no problem with me getting pleasure out of it." You reach with your hand to his hair again and this time, your lips are the ones to find his.

"Tae…" you say sweetly and he stops his motions to look at you once more. You kiss him and move slowly underneath him, indicating a pace. He gives in, engaging the same way you are and you make sure to meet him in the middle with your hips.

The grip in your thigh moves to the other side, as he uses his left arm to hold his weight now, but you are soon pushing him against you. His chest rests above yours and he has to move to get his knees flexed at the side of your cheeks, in order to thrust. The moment he separates from you, both your chest and between your legs, you pull off your shirt without a thought, feeling way too warm to keep it on.

His eyes fall on your breasts and he seems to stop breathing; the transparent lace fabric of your unwired bra holding them gently, feeling it ticklish against your pebeled niples under his glare. To his surprise, you lean forward with your upper body and stop him from lowering, letting your hands slide down.

His chest is ample and you feel his skin as you travel down the forms of his body. Without a six pack, Taehyung looks as warm as he feels, more tangible, yet the more you look at him and his figure, the more godlike he looks.

He is beyond handsome, which you were never blind to, but now you can perceive his energy on a whole, and it's almost overwhelming. Putting your hands back to the back of his neck, you stand on your knees, moving forward to cage his still hard girth between your thighs against your core. He growls slightly against your ear, "Damn…"

Somehow, you know you reciprocate what he is feeling. Pretty sure that it won't take much for him to make you cum. But you still place your lips on his throat in your intend to savour his skin. The mix between the thin layer of his musky scented sweat and the cotton scented soap he uses, blur your senses. Your fingers take a slight grip on his hair as you widen the range of your hickeys and he grabs your ass cheeks to push in and out of you. The way he presses up against your clit intentionally, making you moan against his pulse point, has you on edge quickly.

You follow his movement, coating the down part of his girth and ballsack with your essence. He suddenly lets go and grabbing you by the hips keeps a distance between you. "Amnon… I’m sorry but I'm not made of stone."

As soon as you hear that, you push him to lean down on his ass, between his legs as if sitting, and make your best efforts to squat grabbing his shaft to lead it inside of you before moving. "I'm gonna cramp on this one, bebe–" he mutters, putting his hands on your back to lean forward and let you fall, hands soon guiding your hips to dip inside you.

"Fuck me," you gasp, feeling him harshly against your front wall, pressing your G-spot.

"I'm about to," he says in a low octave, looking at you from above, keeping you in the half suspended position against his shaft.

He uses his bulky arms and his hips to catch a pace. Your moans mix with his grunts and the sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the spaceful room. The promise of a quick orgasm becomes true when the sharpness of its electricity befalls on your system. "Tae-" you gasp, feeling the air falter on your lungs to its proximity.

He keeps the pace going until you finally feel it lightning through your body with a loud, high-pitched moan and you see the fluorescent blue-purple fades in a mass of light above you. Without a warning he accelerates, making you cry out for your over-stimulated walls. Giving one last deep thrust touching your cervix, he lets his upper body fall over yours while chesty grunts escape him. His hips keep moving to a slower pace and as you feel his warmth spill inside, you realise what just happened. Your hands soon find his back as you embrace him, a smile is easy to notice against your throat as he lets his hands, still gripping on your hips, slide to your back imitating you. You smile too, drunken-dazed in your post orgasm state.

"Your brother is going to kill us…" you breathe out.

"Oh fuck…" he replies leaning backwards and you are quick to move a hand underneath your union.

"Careful there!" you warn as a little sample of the white, thick liquid spills in your hand.

"Fuck–" he mutters and suddenly pulls you by the hips as he moves backwards, keeping the same distance against your core until you are off the soft modern leather. "I'll pull out, hold it in your hand and I will go to the bathroom for paper towels." You can only nod and when he does as he said. As he allows you to stand, a bit more spills in your cupping palm.

He helps you clean it but when he tries to use some more paper to clean you down, you look at him surprised. He hands you the paper, slightly shy, after your reaction and you make use of it as he cleans himself. No long after you are dressed you feel some more drip down.

It's when you are wrapping up, getting the last items of clothes on, and the opening curtains don't reveal any stains, that you hear the calm footsteps at the other side of the door. Taehyung looks at it but before it even opens his eyes bulge.

You too, make a difference for the two sets and when Jungkook opens the door and waits for Seokjin to enter, your hairs stand only a bit higher. He takes a look at you first, as if detecting you directly above anything else but his eyes move to Taehyung right after, stopping on his tracks as Jungkook gets in and locks the door.

He wears an impeccable three piece, checkered, grey suit although you can tell he is not just freshly awakened. His hair is smooth but it's slightly imperfect on the left, as if he's been brushing it with his fingers too many times already.

When he paces towards the art at the other side, Taehyung makes the mistake to put himself in front of you, following the direction Seokjin is taking. His response is a chuckle and a snarl before he stops in front of the painting that opposes the Water Lily Pond, The oxbow from Thomas cole. A painting that depicts a storm moving from a green zone to a much arid one.

You might only guess why he likes it, but the fact that Jungkook stays in front of the door, blocking the only way out, tells you are just as trapped as you feel. It's when Seokjin turns on his heels and surrounds the bench to go your direction, that you know something is about to go down, especially since Jungkook steps away from the door too. This time, you are the one to try to cover up Taehyung with your body and Seokjin locks eyes with Jungkook who moves quickly, struggling with Taehyung to try to get a restraining hold of him.

Seokjin makes fast work with you and has you by the wrists against the wall next to the Monete. He sniffs you at the neck and takes a second before he meets you face to face, dark eyes and unreadable expressions drawn in his features. "Seems we couldn't behave after all…" he says in the lowest octave you know him capable of.

"We are broken up, I don't owe you shit," you grit between your teeth as you try to get him off but he moves both wrists together above your head, with a strength that you didn't think him capable of, and it causes you such shock that you stop fighting him.

"Is that so? No remorse… " he says and using his free hand he puts it between your skin and panties, inserting two fingers inside of you, scooping a bit as he draws them out. A white and transparent mix of substances coats them as he holds his hand up to look at the proof. "I thought you were smarter than this," he brings them to his face and sniffs the air. "As if the room didn't stink of it," he mutters.

He lets you go and takes his handkerchief out of the front pocket, cleaning his fingers with it, moving away towards Taehyung. "I think you forgot this inside of her." With his words he puts the fabric on Taehyung's pyjama's front pocket, without giving him a look and keeps walking.

Jungkook lets go of Taehyung and rushes to open the door for his master. "If this is what you choose, Amnon-" says Seokjin before he stops at the top step and turns to look. "My family will no longer be requiring your services," when he looks at the door, you see Jimin at the other side, who was looking at you but glances away. "You are given twenty-four hours to remove your belongings from our properties," he says calmly, looking at you again. "When it comes to you, Taehyung. I know your brother had no clue about your dishonouring attitude, which saves him, but you are no longer welcome in our association and no one will assist you in time of need," he explains.

"You wanted your freedom, Amnon, here you have it, with its full consequences," he says as he turns around and walks out. When Jungkook closes the door, he doesn't give even the smallest glance at you two.

Just like that, you have what you always wanted; you are out and free. Without drama, without having to run, without fear. Leaving behind all you had to learn to survive in this cruel world, all the morally curruptive things you had to be participant of after that night in the school.

Soon, that little sparkle of happiness fades, making you fall to your knees.

It means you will never get to see or talk to the people you have grown with, the people you love, your only people in the world. Your family. You are cut out in a straight line and no longer belong to their world. You are no longer part of their lives.

For the way things have presented, everything ends here. You won’t be allowed to say goodbye, to look at them for one last time, to hold them in your arms in an embrace, to tell them you love them.

It is simply over.

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I hope you enjoyed this. Let me know your thoughts and reblog to let it spread 😊 See you soon! ~

100 thanks to @moonleeai for the beta work and support 💜 ILY💜

© 2022 Cherry Soulth, all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any kind, translations, unsanctioned adaptations are not allowed.

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⇴ These are fics that I probably have no intention of continuing or i'm utterly embarrassed by them cuz they're shells of some other fandom and not my own concepts. Unless I'm able to rework them they may never officially see the light of day.

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※ Cherry Die [2.5K] | 18+ | a/f/S/M

⇴ assassin!hoseok x mafia daughter!reader x maids!ot4 | enemies to lovers

Personal Maid, Jungkook, helps you find sexual release after spending a night with Hoseok Jung in which you can’t seem to have mind-blowing orgasms after taking his cock. You absolutely need Hoseok. But Jungkook would do anything to satisfy you at the moment.

※ Cloud 9.999 [0.9K] | 18+ | a/F/c/S/M

⇴ team manager!namjoon x office worker!reader | coworker | office

All you can think about is your coworker, Namjoon as you yearn for him to dominate you.

※ Tough Love [7.2K] | 18+ | A/f/S/M

⇴ demon slayer!yoongi x demon wife!reader | married au | agust d aesthetic

You’re being punished by the one man a demon could possibly love. But it’s not your fault that he wasn’t in bed when you woke up. Honestly you find it stupid that your husband would rather be up taking care of his weapon than cozying up with you.

[eashmo]

Kim Namjoon - leader

code name: RM

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Bts mafia moodboard 2022

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I did something like this years ago, but They didn’t contain any gifs. So I’m going to be doing several groups like last time.

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2022 Writing Roundup

Tagged by @here4theheartbreak forever ago!! I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a bit but only getting it up now because I just couldn’t come up with answers for some sections, but since I have some I wanted to post it anyway! It’s always nice to look back on the year😊

Fandom: bts

Total fics: 11

Total words: 43,143 note: I only included word counts of what I published because I am lazy :)) I have written some wips this year that have yet to see the light of day, but some of them have been going since 2021 and I cba to try and figure it all out

~Favourite Things~

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. Why? This has got to be Still Waters Run Deep, written for the ghibli collab this year. It’s a only fic I really got my teeth into this year, while a lot of my other work was quite short. Not that that’s a bad thing, but Still Waters felt like much more a labour of love for the fact I pushed it longer than I intended, and it’s still something I enjoy reading!

Top 4 current WIPs - if anyone’s been paying attention to my blog, you’ll have heard a lot about certain wips, which still haven’t made it out and I’m sorry! Here they are:

Supercharged is the big one - and by big I mean it!! This is the longest thing I’ve ever written as it stands and it’s still not finished! Started in 2021 and still persevering, this is a Jungkook x reader enemies to lovers with superheroes, villains and all the trimmings! Highway to You drabbles (I’m grouping this into one here) - I have more in the works for my Highway to You universe (2 stories are already out), which I’m very excited for. It’s a Yoongi x reader mafia au, childhood friends to lovers and stuffed with my fave hurt/comfort Sunken Heart - another story that’s been kicking around since the dawn of time, demigod!Namjoon x royalty!reader mythology au set in atlantis. I promise I haven’t forgotten this one! Autumn drabbles - I had a great time writing 3 bullet fics for 3 hyungs this autumn, and I planned one for every member, so maybe you’ll see those this fall!

Favorite Line - I have a few lines that make me smile this year, but I’m gonna pick the most dramatic one haha: Lightning washed the nightmare in white. - from Still Waters Run Deep. I liked it when I wrote it, but I appreciated it even more when I was reading this part to my bf and he paused at that sentence to tell me how effective he thought it was!

~Question and Answer Time~

Top 2 Resolutions for 2023

Hmm, actually write? I’ve had big chunks away from writing in 2022 and while that’s okay, and breaks can be helpful, mostly these were not. I wanted to write, just never got down to it. When I took part in a november writing goal event, I loved it! just getting myself motivated without that is a challenge Start daydreaming again! In line with my first resolution, I think this is a way to get me motivated. I still daydream of course, but it has shifted to some other fandoms, and while I still love bts, I don’t have their stories on my mind all the time, even though they are stories I like. When I start dreaming up scenes, the need to write them follows, and it’s fun besides :)

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than, or about what was expected? Why? I can’t say I really had any expectations, but I have to say less than what I expected. I had been tailing off but I thought I might naturally swing back up again in terms of writing, but alas.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year? How was it? I haven’t really done anything on this blog that I couldn’t have predicted.. maybe the bullet fic series? I usually am a bit of a completionist but I found the bullet fics gave me some freedom when working from just a concept/aesthetic, as I did in my autumn drabbles. It was a refreshing change to write! Oh, and they were all in present tense? took a while to get used to and a while to switch back, but it fit the ~vibe~ in terms of other differences, I’ve written a few things behind the scenes for new fandoms, but that’s just for my personal enjoyment at the moment :)

What’s your most popular story with readers?

Heaven’s Open - 534 Number 45 - 178 Won’t Tell - 170 Ride or Die - 139 Still Waters Run Deep - 124 The Web part 6 - 121 Say it with Flour - 94 Autumn with Namjoon - 78 Autumn with Hobi - 58 Autumn with Jin - 36 Trade my Life - 10 (at time of writing, notes are probably a bit different as of posting date)

The magic of Jungkook wins out this year with 534 notes on Heaven’s Open!

What was your most productive days/day of the week/month, etc in terms of writing? October and November! In October I got inspired again by the season and I was buzzing to create again, I started with the seasonal drabbles and then in November I took part in the BTS Writers’ Club’s wrimo challenge, where I wrote something every day! I only posted one fic off the back of that but I wrote over 10k words that month, mostly behind the scenes with longer wips :))

~ Fics Written in 2022~

In chronological order of posting

The Web (part 6) - Jimin x reader You made it out of the web, mostly whole. But will you be able to overcome the damage done to you and your family?

Say it with Flour - Namjoon x reader This had always been a bad idea. You, notorious for kitchen disasters, attending a cooking class. Maybe it could be what you needed to fix your terrible cooking skills - or maybe you could meet someone who makes it so much worse!

Won’t Tell - Jin x reader You aren’t the only one sneaking out at night at hogwarts. In fact, it appears to be a popular pastime - shame it also happens to be extremely banned. Oh well, he won’t tell if you won’t…

Number 45 - Namjoon x reader The man at number 45 becomes the highlight of your shift… Five times you delivered something to Namjoon, and one time he gave something back to you!

Still Waters Run Deep - Taehyung x reader down at the riverbank is a boy whose eyes hold each swell of the waves, whose hair ruffles like the reeds. but the peaceful magic of the river may become your only sanctuary when wilder forces come into play

Heaven’s Open - Jungkook x reader it’s never a good time for the heavens to open, trapping you to wait out the storm. but your own piece of heaven is stuck right there with you - maybe the rainclouds will shed some light on the cold front that has formed between you and Jungkook

autumn with: hobi - “are you cold?” - college au ft. apple picking, chasing leaves, wearing each other’s clothes

autumn with: namjoon -  “you kept this?” - established relationship ft. a carnival, getting lost in a good book, a kiss for good luck

autumn with: jin -  “I hate you - I love you too” - childhood friends au ft. a graveyard, a thunderstorm and seokjin’s sweater paws

Ride or Die - Yoongi x reader yoongi isn’t sure when he became so accustomed to your ineffably cheery presence. until he sees that innocence crack, he hadn’t realised how far he would go to keep it there.

Trade my Life - Jin x reader once, you were just two children giggling in the corner of the dojang, trading equally in punches and hugs, everything a game. but that was long ago, and now that man stands day after day outside the door which separates your two worlds. is the throne really worth leaving the barrier unbroken?

[ninetailedfoxmanchi]

Mafia! BTS - You Spend the Night with Them for the First Time

A/N: I'm writing BTS smut for the first time so I hope this is okay 🦋 (also this is not the reader's first time - I could write a different version for that if you guys want) aaand I think I want to do a part 2 although I already did sth similar way back - let me know!

Warnings: mature NSFW content (18+) (p in v, f/m oral giving/receiving, unprotected sex, fingering ...)

MASTERLIST

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You have been dating for a while now; you have been to his place before, just never like this. You didn't expect anything and just went with the flow although the thought of it left you with many sleepless nights. One late afternoon, M/N asked you if you wanted to come over for a dinner and a movie. It was completely unexpected since you thought he needed to work but you were always glad to see him.

Jin

Jin's lips began leaving kisses on your neck sometime during the movie. You were laying together on the sofa like always. He left small, gentle kisses beneath your jaw before you turned to him and guided him to your lips. You deepened the kiss, savoring the feeling of Jin's body against yours.

You guided Jin's hand to your waist. He pulled away, his eyes finding yours.

"Are you sure?" asked Jin almost breathless.

You nodded, "I trust you."

Jin's lips returned to yours even tenderly, leaving soft, hungry kisses down your neck as he stroked your thigh. His hand moved beneath your skirt, teasing you when he rested it on the inside of your thigh. His fingers traced the hem of your underwear first, then slowly moved down to where the fabric was completely soaked through. Jin's middle and ring finger caressed your crease over and over again. A small whimper filled your kiss when his touch focused only on your clit.

Jin struggled to pull away from your lips. "If you want me to stop, I'll stop," he spoke against your mouth.

"I don't want you to stop," you said breathlessly, almost begging. You moved your hips against his fingers, showing him how desperately you wanted him. Jin smiled into the kiss that he left on your neck and obliged. He slipped his hand in your underwear, feeling you naked and soaked against his fingers.

"You're so wet, princess," Jin murmured against your skin. It made him painfully hard and you could feel it.

He caressed you some more, feeling you, teasing you before he slipped his fingers inside of you. Your mouth filled with loud moans when he caressed your g-spot. You rose your hips as close to his hand as possible, your eagerness amusing Jin and spurring him on. Your whole body tingled with fever as you rubbed your clitoris against the hard of his hand.

"Jin," you whimpered, your fingers tangled in his hair. "Please don't stop, please don't stop," you begged over and over again as you inched closer to coming. Jin didn't stop until your legs were trembling and your mouth was full of whimpers. He held you to him as you closed around his fingers, riding on the wave of pleasure. As you began to recover, Jin pulled his hand away slowly but you couldn't help but wince anyways, already missing him inside of you.

"Don't worry, princess, we're not done yet," said Jin huskily when he saw the dreamy look in your eyes that nearly made him come before he intended to.

Jin pulled you even lower so that you were completely beneath him. You ran your fingers up his white shirt, tugging on the buttons. Jin didn't bother and slipped it off over his head. Your already flushed cheeks only turned redder as you took in Jin's beautiful, tan chest roaming every part of him with your fingertips. Shivers ran down his spine at your delicate touch. He leaned on his arms and came down to kiss you. Jin's kisses only grew hungrier by the moment. One of your hands was on his back whilst you traced the other down to Jin's waist. You caressed his length over his trousers, your turn to make him moan. His whole chest vibrated as he groaned and pressed himself closer to you.

"Watch it, princess," Jin growled against your chest where he left his marks. "I told you we're not done yet." Shivers ran down your spine when you looked up, his eyes dripping with desire. He stood up and took off your come-soaked underwear before he pulled you to the end of the sofa. Your eyes widened. Jin wrapped his arms around your thighs as his tongue licked the wetness in your crease. You flinched, already sensitive from your orgasm, but Jin's strong hands held you down. He let one of your legs slip over his shoulder, however, as he brought you closer, eating you out with such intensity that you forgot to breathe; you lungs filled with nothing but whimpers and moans. Jin didn't stop even when you already came and again and again until you managed to say stop, drowning in pleasure but too sensitive to go on. Jin stopped just like he said he would.

Your chest heaved, your eyes closed and hidden behind your forearm. It felt so good that you couldn't move; you didn't want to move.

"You're such a good girl, princess," said Jin, giving you soft, tender kisses as a reward. He caressed your cheek gently and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he waited patiently for you to recover. The skin of your neck was covered in sweat as you began to catch your breath, never experiencing anything like it, not even when it was just you.

"Can you take me if I help you?" asked Jin gently, his thumb caressing your cheek.

Your eyes slowly opened as your lust-laced brain deciphered the meaning of Jin's words. You turned to him, studying the line of his jaw, the shape of his eyes and the curve of his nose. He was so beautiful. You wouldn't have said no on your widest dreams.

You sat up but Jin was right. Your legs were completely devoid of strength and feeling and your thighs trembled beneath your weight as you tried to sit on Jin's lap. He helped you, though, and pulled you to him. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist firmly, the other went to your face and guided your lips to him. You began slowly again, kissing softly and tenderly then more hungrily by the minute. You managed to support yourself enough for Jin to slip his trousers off beneath you. There were stains all over the dark fabric of his underwear from when he ate you out. The realization spurred you on like a match falling into gasoline. Jin's hand went back to your waist, holding you to him as your arms rested around his neck. He slipped inside you as you looked down into his dark eyes. A sharp breath shivered in your throat, moans filling the space between your lips. Jin's eyes closed as he buried his face in your chest, inhaling the scent of your body. He moved his hips eagerly, his hands holding you so close there was no space left between the two of you. He cursed under his breath over and over again, chasing his pleasure. Jin came closer and closer as his brows furrowed into a frown and his fingers dug into your soft waist.

"Does it feel good?" you asked sweetly, helping him come by moving your hips with him.

"Fuck, princess," Jin stuttered in a loud groan. You could feel him pulsating deep inside of you as you ran your fingers gently through his hair, his face buried into your neck whilst you both tried to catch your breath.

Namjoon

Your head was resting against Namjoon's chest as the two of you lay on the sofa, watching a movie that you both thought was going to be better than it was. The uninteresting plot made both of you sleepy, even more so the warmth and comfort of your bodies. You had stayed over at Namjoon's before but the two of you never did anything but kiss and cuddle. Sometimes you made out but you always ended going home afterwards.

Namjoon lent you his t-shirt that was big enough for you to wear it without shorts or sweatpants. As you climbed into the soft bed beside Namjoon, a small moan escaped your lips. The cold sheets felt so good against your bare legs and the mattress was so soft you simply sank into it.

"Come here, baby," said Namjoon, his voice deep and husky from sleep. You scooted over to him, savoring the warmth of his chest as his arms went around your waist.

"Night," you whispered before you turned around instead, finding a more comfortable position. You hugged Namjoon's hand but pressed your bum against him without thinking. His nose sank against your neck almost as in defeat. You felt Namjoon's hardness against you and suddenly you were wide awake and so hot that you struggled to breathe.

"I'll be right back," said Namjoon as he sat up, his arms leaving your body.

"Wait," you caught his hand and pulled him back as you sat up as well. "I can help ..." you offered, grateful for the dim light of the moonlit room because your face flushed crimson red. Your cheeks pulsated with the force of your heartbeat.

"If you want ..." you said quietly after a while when Namjoon didn't say anything. His eyes were burning into you as you licked your lips. You could see him perfectly well once you adjusted to the darkness.

Namjoon climbed back into bed, his face only inches from yours as he leaned on his longs arms in front of you.

"Do you really want to help me?" he asked, his voice so deep and husky it gave you goosebumps. The look in his eyes was enough to make you wet. You swallowed and nodded as your mouth parted softly. Your gaze shifted between Namjoon's eyes and his lips.

Namjoon leaned in closer and kissed you tenderly but his kiss quickly deepened and grew hungrier for you. You were laying on your back with Namjoon on top of you, drowning you in needy kisses; he wanted you all to himself. You wrapped your legs around Namjoon's waist and helped him take off his t-shirt.

"Are you sure?" he asked again as he towered over you, leaning against his long arms. You nodded again, your eyes locked with his.

"You're going to have to say it, baby," said Namjoon.

"Yes," you nodded again, tugging on the white-gold necklace that he wore around his neck. "Please ..." The 'yes' was enough but you pleading for him, that made Namjoon crazy with desire.

He kissed you deeply before his hands slipped beneath your t-shirt, his t-shirt, and kneaded your soft breasts. Namjoon took off your t-shirt, watching you, taking in every last corner of your body.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Your cheeks flushed beneath Namjoon's gaze but once his lips began kissing your chest you forgot about everything. He touched every inch of your skin before his long fingers tugged on the hem of your underwear. Namjoon hasn't even touched you yet and you were throbbing and soaking wet. His hand slid in your underwear and down the middle of your crease, making a whimper-like moan escape your mouth. Your back arched and you leaned in against Namjoon's touch as he caressed you, rubbing your clit in a way that made you want to cry out. You had to bite your hand to keep yourself from screaming and that is when Namjoon removed his fingers away from your pussy. He took your hands and pinned them on each side of your head. You stared at him completely drunk on pleasure and only wondering why he stopped.

"Don't cover your mouth," said Namjoon very close to your lips. "I want to hear you, baby." You nodded as he let go of your wrists and kissed you again before he returned to your pussy. You were already so sensitive that just the first touch alone made you gasp. Namjoon couldn't get enough. He made you come once and then again when he pulled you onto his lap and slipped his long fingers inside of you. You moved your hips eagerly, rubbing your clit against the hard of his hand.

"You're doing so good, baby," Namjoon purred against your neck. "Come for me, baby." And you did, only moments after. You didn't realize it then but you left nail marks on Namjoon's back as you rode out your pleasure. You were breathing heavily against his chest as he held you in his lap.

Once you recovered some, you leaned your forehead against Namjoon's, your eyes closed and your arms wrapped around his neck. The heaving of your chest began to slow down.

"You okay, baby?" asked Namjoon. One of his arms was supporting your waist whilst the other cupped your cheek. His thumb brushed against your soft skin as you looked at him dreamily. You leaned against his hand and nodded, placing a small kiss on the inside of his palm.

"Do you still want to help me?" he asked, perfectly willing to except a 'no' as an answer. His words awakened you from your daze, however. The look that gathered in your eyes made Namjoon's body feel like he was on fire.

Your fingers tangled in Namjoon's hair as you kissed him deeply, moving to his jaw and all the way down to his neck. He wanted to be in control, though, and you were perfectly glad to let him. Namjoon laid you down on his back before he stood up and pulled off his pants. Your lips parted when you saw his size and your face throbbed with heat.

Namjoon went slow, though, letting you get used to him. The sheets were soaked with how wet you were, secretly wishing to take all of him. You wrapped your legs around Namjoon's waist as he began to move his hips slowly. You couldn't contain your moans and nor could Namjoon. His fingers intertwined with yours as he held your hands against the bed, placing wet kisses on your neck. Namjoon slid in deeper and deeper, your walls hugging around him tightly, and your moans grew louder and louder. Yours fingers dug into his back when he let go of your wrists and leaned against the bed instead, the sheer intensity of the approaching orgasm making him lose his sense of strength. His large hands balled around the sheets beneath your head as his thrusts grew faster. Your eyes were wet with tears of pure pleasure when Namjoon came, his member throbbing inside of you as he let out a loud groan.

You relaxed into the soft bed as Namjoon leaned his forehead against yours and tried to pace his heavy breathing. He fell onto the bed beside you and pulled you closer, your legs tangling and your arms wrapped around one another.

Yoongi

"Are you sure? We don't have to ..." said Yoongi quietly after you have been kissing and making out and your hand rested dangerously close to Yoongi's waist.

"I know," you whispered. "I'm sure." You climbed into Yoongi's lap, straddling him as his hands fixed on your hips. He looked up at you with dreamy eyes when you pulled your hair on one side of your neck. You leaned down and kissed him softly, then again and again. You traced kisses down his jaw and neck. Yoongi let out a small moan when you kissed the tender mark that you left on his neck, his arms locking around your waist as he sat up straight and pulled you closer. He found your lips and kissed you hungrily, deepening the kiss with every passing moment.

Yoongi stood up with you in his arms and carried you to his bedroom. You could already feel his hardness against your thighs as he laid you down on the soft mattress. He propped his arms on each side of your neck as he leaned down and kissed you again before his lips left a trail down your neck and chest. Your hands went to his waist as you unbuckled his belt but he wanted to take your clothes off first. You sat up and held up your arms for Yoongi to pull off your top. He went for your shorts next, leaving you laying on his bed in nothing but your underwear. Your cheeks flushed as you watched him take off his t-shirt and then come back to you, leaving hot kisses down your neck and chest where he took off your bra. You couldn't take it any longer.

You guided Yoongi to lie down and took your turn to take off his pants now, pulling his underwear along with it. Your mouth watered and your heartbeat quickened. Yoongi was leaning against his elbows, his mouth parted as he watched you take him into your mouth. He groaned and threw his head back in pleasure, his eyes closing as he frowned. Your tongue felt so good gliding along his length and the softness of your mouth made him so hard he could come there and then.

Yoongi opened his eyes and pulled you back to his lap. A sharp gasp escaped your lungs when his member brushed against your wet underwear. His hands roamed your body and slipped down to your butt, squeezing your cheeks needily. You moaned against Yoongi's lips and moved your hips eagerly. He groaned, his fingers digging into your soft curves. Yoongi pulled your underwear aside and you guided him inside you in turn. Yoongi cursed under his breath and you couldn't hold back a gasp as you closed your eyes, your fingers tangling in Yoongi's hair.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Yoongi moaned against your neck as you moved your hips slowly but impatiently.

"You feel so good too," you whimpered quietly when he took your waist and guided you, helping you take all of him. Yoongi laid you on your back without pulling out and continued thrusting his hips deep inside of you whilst his hands pinned you down by your wrists. You could see he was close and touched yourself, hoping to catch up to Yoongi just in time but he beat you to it. His thrusts became faster and deeper and his grip on your wrists became tighter. His fingers intertwined with yours just before he came. A quiet moan escaped from deep within his throat as he savored the pleasure that spread throughout his body. Yoongi leaned down and kissed you slowly, dreamily. You freed one of your hands, tracing your fingers across Yoongi's side and down to the small of his back. He shivered, his head resting in the nook of your neck as you both paced your breathing.

After a moment, Yoongi opened his eyes and leaned on his elbow. Your eyes were full of haze when you pushed his hair from his eyes, admiring every corner of his face.

"Will you let me eat you out?" Yoongi murmured quietly, his dark eyes shifting from your lips to your eyes. His voice was deep and raspy like broken glass and laced with pleasure. Your body prickled with fever just at the thought of Yoongi going down on you. Although the sex was fantastic, you didn't manage to come yet despite getting acutely close.

"Mhm," you gave a small nod. "If you want to ..." you said quietly as you bit your lip. In truth, if you hadn't been so eager, Yoongi would already have gone down on you before you even had sex. He was determined to make up for it again and again as his hands wrapped tightly around your thighs and he pulled you to him.

You gasped when Yoongi's lips kissed your already sensitive clit. His fingers only dug into your things more securely when your legs winced from pleasure again and again. You couldn't contain your moans and your whimpers as his tongue drew perfect shapes and left wet kisses everywhere. You came closer and closer, holding on tightly to the sheets. You whimpered out to god but it wasn't god that was making you feel this way, it was Yoongi. A cry of pleasure escaped your mouth as you came, your eyes shutting tightly. You grabbed Yoongi's arm but he wouldn't stop, inching you closer and closer.

"Yoon—" Before you could even say his name, another wave of pleasure washed over you, making your back arch and your legs tremble as you were left gasping for air.

"Yoongi," you breathed his name over and over again as you lay in his bed drowning in pleasure.

Yoongi got up and came back to you, his mouth finding its way to your sensitive neck and your fingers to his soft hair. He did the same there as he did only moments before, leaving a delicate red mark and letting everyone know that you were his.

Hoseok

You already knew you would stay the night before you even started to watch the movie. It started raining heavily outside and this wasn't the first time you would spend the night at Hoseok's place. You had never done anything, though, other than kissed and cuddled and made out sometimes. Hoseok was nothing short of a gentlemen and respected your boundaries.

"I'm going to take a shower," you said to Hoseok, who was leaning against the sofa beside you. Your legs were stretched across his lap, his hand drawing circles into your skin absently. He looked at your sleepy eyes.

"Do you want me to lend you some clothes?"

You nodded, melting beneath Hoseok's warm gaze. He stole a soft kiss from your lips before he got up and you followed him.

As you stood in front of the bathroom door, Hoseok's clothes in your hands, you couldn't help but find him again in the living room. He was watching the news when you leaned against the door frame and waited for his eyes to find you. Your heart was beating violently fast.

"Hey," said Hoseok when he saw you standing by the door. "Do you need something else?" You licked your dry lips, your hands trembling as they clutched to his clothes.

"I was going to take a shower but ..." you looked down for a moment, feeling your cheeks flush with fever. Your eyes rose to Hoseok. "I was wondering if you'd ... like to join me."

You observed his reaction, wondering if it was too soon. Hoseok's expression went blank in the dim living room light. He stared at you, not even hearing what the news reporter was saying anymore.

"If you want ..." you said softly, trying to hide the smile on your lips and bit your lip. You turned around and went to the bathroom, already hearing Hoseok's footsteps before you even made it around the corner. Just as you placed his clothes on the counter, Hoseok's arms wrapped around your waist and his lips began kissing your neck. You leaned back against him and tilted your head to give him a better access. The smell of his perfume sent shivers down your spine. You turned around, desperate to find Hoseok's lips. His hands went to your bottom and squeezed it tightly before he sat you on the bathroom counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling Hoseok even closer as you rested your hands on the back of his neck.

"Are you sure?" asked Hoseok against the soft skin just beneath your jaw. All you could manage was a moan of agreement because the touch of his hands sliding up underneath your top made you forget all of the words in the world.

"Say it," said Hoseok and stopped, his lips so close to yours you could feel his hot breath against your chin.

"Yes," you breathed, your eyes wet with desire. "I'm sure." Hoseok kissed your hotly. He pulled off your top before his hands explored your body and yours his. Your fingers went to the hem of his shirt, helping him take it off as it fell to the floor. Hoseok leaned his forehead against yours, dodging your lips as you tried to kiss him again and again. A small, amused smirk resided on his mouth when you opened your eyes. His lips were but an inch away from yours but he wouldn't let you kiss him.

"Can I go down on you?" he asked as his hands rested on your thighs beneath the fabric of your skirt. You stared into Hoseok's eyes, your lips parted and your heart pulsating against your throat. The smirk was not only on his mouth but in his eyes as well.

"Yes, please," you almost whispered. Your heart was beating faster and faster with each passing moment of expectation.

"Good girl," said Hoseok and squeezed your soft thighs as he leaned in and made up for the kisses he denied you. You moaned just before Hoseok pulled away. He went down on his knees and pulled your hips to the edge of the counter. You gasped when his lips made contact with the soaked part of your lingerie. He rolled up your skirt even higher and pulled your underwear aside. Hoseok's fingers dug into your thighs as he tasted you. You moaned so loudly that you had to cover your mouth with your hand. Hoseok snatched it away, however, and locked your fingers with his, wanting to hear every sound. Your thighs quivered when he hit your spot. You could almost see him smirk but your eyes were shut tight as you tried not to scream.

"Fuck ... Hobi ..." you cursed as you edged nearer and nearer. "Don't ... stop ..." you managed just before a whimper rose from your chest and you came. Back against the cold wall, you tried to catch your breath. Hoseok stood up and pulled you into his arms instead. You leaned against his chest as he drew soft shapes into your bare back.

"You're such a good girl," he repeated over and over, quietly and gently as you came down from your high in the safety of his strong arms.

Hoseok helped you take off your skirt and underwear as he let the water run to a perfect temperature. You stood up and kissed him, finding it extremely unfair how he was still half-dressed. Your hands went to the buckle of his belt and then the button and the zipper. You slipped one of your hands in his underwear. Hoseok moaned, his head thrown back in pleasure as you stroked him and left wet kisses down his chest. He leaned against the sink when you knelt, returning the favor. But before he could finish, you stood up again and took his hand, leading him into the shower. The hot water fell on your bodies as you stood enveloped in one another. Your back was pressed hard against Hoseok's chest when one of his hands squeezed your chest and the other returned to your sensitive clit. His touch made you wince in the best way possible. That is not what you really wanted though; you wanted to feel Hoseok inside you. You leaned your hips against his hard member, teasing him before you guided him inside of you with your hand. You both moaned over the sound of the water, Hoseok's hips immediately moving against yours. He was desperate too, you knew. His fingers dug into your soft waist as he watched his length disappear in your pussy. You were leaning against the tiles but Hoseok made you stand up. One of his arms supported your waist but the other returned to your clit. He wanted to see you come again. Your nails dug into the hand that was caressing your sensitive spot. You couldn't stop whimpering as you came closer and closer.

"Come for me, baby," said Hoseok against your ear, his voice sooner a growl than a whisper. Your back arched in pleasure as you leaned forward, your body weak with pleasure. Hoseok came just after you, breathing loudly when the heavenly feeling washed over him. He had been wanting this for so long.

"It's okay, baby," he spoke quietly. "Come here." Hoseok pulled out slowly, making you wince again from the sensitivity, before he turned you around and had you lean against him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and listened to the sound of his loud heartbeat beneath your ear slowly calming down.

Jimin

You were cuddled with Jimin against the corner of the sofa, his arm around you and your head resting against his chest. His fingers ran through your hair and along your jawline. You looked up at him, his lips finding yours. He gave you small, gentle kisses as his hand went to his cheek and a quiet whine escaped your mouth. Your cheeks flushed bright red when you pulled away, your whole face throbbing with blush at the sight of Jimin's more than content grin. His fingers were still drawing lines through your hair.

"Sorry," you mumbled as you couldn't help but smile as well.

"It's okay, baby," said Jimin quietly and kissed you again. He pulled you closer and you followed, this time letting out a small moan. Jimin didn't grin this time but frowned instead. You climbed into his lap, your legs straddling his thighs as his hands secured on your hips. You deepened the kiss and stopped overthinking, allowing yourself to listen to your instincts and Jimin's body language.

When you dragged your hips over Jimin's waist, a quiet groan of pleasure rumbled in his chest. You could feel him get hard beneath you; you were already aroused from his fingers digging into the soft skin of your bum and his deep, passionate kisses but feeling him got you so wet you could barely stand it. You drew your hips needily over his length and felt Jimin's grip tighten.

"I really want you, Jimin," you whispered against Jimin's lips, your fingers tangled in his hair as he held you close.

Jimin opened his hazy brown eyes and found yours. His heart was beating so fast that you could almost feel it against your chest.

"Do you want to ..." you asked when Jimin didn't say anything. You licked your lips, your tongue nearly touching his mouth when you did so.

"You have no idea, kitten," said Jimin, his voice nothing short of a growl, before he kissed you so deeply it knocked the breath from your chest. You whimpered against his lips when he picked you up, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Jimin carried you to his bedroom and laid you on the bed carefully. He climbed over you, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face before he kissed you and his lips began moving down your jawline and to your neck. You couldn't hold back a moan when he found your sweet spot. Jimin's hands slipped beneath your top and you took it off eagerly. He kissed your collarbones and unclasped your bra as well. Your whole body flushed with fever and you suddenly felt shy. Jimin wouldn't allow it, however, and began worshiping your breasts with his mouth, his fingers running over and caressing your tender skin. You gasped when his hand made its way past the waistline of your skirt.

"You're so wet, baby," mumbled Jimin against your ear as you left kisses down his neck. The scent of his perfume gave you goosebumps but his hot breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine.

"Mhm," you agreed absently as his fingers made their way through the soaked crease of your pussy and made you moan. Your nails dug in Jimin's back as he continued stroking and teasing you. The hard of his hand brushed across your clit when he slid his two fingers inside of you and made you wince in pleasure.

"J-Jimin ..." you stuttered, your hands balled around his crisp white shirt.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay," whispered Jimin into the soft, wet kisses that he was leaving along your neck and peppering your skin with little marks. You gasped and whimpered as you edged closer and closer. His touch was smooth and unrushed but it only made you more sensitive and yearning for him.

"Are you going to come for me, baby?"

"Mhm ..." you bit back a moan but it was too late. Your legs were shaking and your body was on fire. A sense of endless relief and pleasure washed over you as your body went limp against Jimin's strong frame. He was holding you firmly with one hand, the other still inside of you. You were breathing heavily, flinching every time Jimin's hand moved even in the lightest.

"It's okay, you did so well, baby," Jimin spoke softly against your hair as you began to calm down.

You opened your eyes and pulled back. You cupped Jimin's cheeks and kissed him tenderly whilst you unbuttoned his white shirt. His skin was hot beneath your fingers, his shirt practically sticking to his body. You helped him take of his trousers and his underwear before you stroked his length already wet from come.

"Fuck, baby ..." Jimin muttered under his breath as he watched you trace your lips down his chest and tummy before you took him in your mouth. Your tongue teased his sensitive tip and made Jimin's groans turn into growls as his head fell back in pleasure. Your lips felt so soft around him and your tongue the sweetest thing he had ever felt.

When Jimin sat up and pulled you into his arms you knew he was about to come. He didn't want to, not yet, not before he felt all of you. Your back was against the soft bed when Jimin entered you, making your toes curl with pleasure. He moved his hips slowly at first, his fingers intertwined with yours as he went faster and deeper. Jimin cursed under his breath over and over again and his brows frowned more and more. Your thighs were shaking when you could barely take any more, your fingers leaving traces in Jimin's back.

"Fuck, baby ..." breathed Jimin, his mouth full of soft groans when he came. You gave him gentle kisses when his forehead rested against yours and drew shapes into his sides, his breathing slowly calming down.

Taehyung

It was late when the movie ended and Taehyung lent you one of this oversized t-shirts to wear. The fabric fell past your bum and to the middle of your thighs so you didn't bother asking for shorts. You were comfortable around Taehyung by this point and you spent the night more than once without him trying anything. You couldn't help thinking, though, what it would be like if he did. The thought made you bite your lip and made your neck turn all warm.

You tried to focus on something else and went to brush your teeth. You froze at the door, however, seeing Taehyung in nothing but his sweatpants patting his mouth dry with a towel. Your eyes fell to his strong body and his tan skin that made your face pulsate with heat. Taehyung's gaze in turn fixed on your bare legs as you wore nothing but his grey t-shirt and underwear. You had let your hair from your ponytail and had it fall down your shoulders.

You waited the door frame as your crossed your arms awkwardly over your chest and swallowed hard.

"I just need to brush my teeth," you managed to tear your gaze away from Taehyung's gorgeous body and find the words to speak.

"Okay," he said and made his way past you, the smell of his skin giving you goosebumps.

You brushed your teeth and splashed cold water at your face, trying not to think about it. The thoughts both excited you and made you feel shy.

Taehyung was standing by the bed, typing something on his phone before he put it away when you came in. He turned around, his hair falling messily onto his forehead. You leaned against the door frame and bit your lip. For a moment, you didn't trust yourself as Taehyung's dark gaze took in your body from your bare feet to your eyes.

You looked away and took a deep breath as you climbed into the bed and slipped quickly under the covers, facing away from Taehuyng. He turned off the light but the room was still bright from the moonlight. He climbed into the bed next to you as his hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You almost gasped and your heart began pounding against your chest. Tae kissed the top of your shoulder and left another kiss in the nook of your neck. His hot breath gave you goosebumps.

"Tae?" you asked quietly, your voice nearly cracking.

"What is it, kitten?" his low, husky voice made his chest vibrate against your back as he pressed another long kiss to your hot neck.

"Can you touch me?" you almost begged in a whisper and brushed your bum against his waist.

"I thought you'd never ask, kitten," said Taehyung against your ear. He took your waist and pulled you underneath him. He gave you slow, long kisses but he did as you asked; his hands roamed down to your bare thighs and up to your hips beneath his t-shirt where he drew circles into your skin just beneath your bra. Taehyung saw the frown on your face and how needy you were and decided not to tease you too much. He pulled his t-shirt off you and thew it on the floor somewhere, his dark eyes taking in the sight of you. You were wearing white lacy underwear beneath his t-shirt and it drove Taehyung crazy.

"You look so pretty, kitten," said Taehyung as his dark gaze took in every inch of your body. Your cheeks grew red beneath and goosebumps rose on your arms at the sound of his low, husky voice. You could feel it move and grow harder against you, making you soaking wet. You just wanted to feel him inside of you.

"F-Fuck ..." you stuttered, your eyes shutting tight when Taehyung's hand moved to your pussy, his long fingers caressing your wet crease. He rubbed his middle finger across your sweet spot over and over again until the sensation made you wince with a small whimper. Taehyung grinned and licked his fingers as he watched the desperate expression on your face. You were so close and he stopped.

Taehyung sat up and you followed, staring at him puzzled and breathless.

"Help yourself," he said, leaning lazily against the headboard as he made himself on display to you and yet he was in complete control. The dark look in his eyes made your stomach burst with fireworks.

"But ..." you almost whimpered. Taehyung watched you with amusement.

"Come here, kitten," he invited and brought your hips to his waist. Taehyung was still wearing his clothes but he guided your hips against him anyways. You couldn't help but moan as you rubbed yourself against his hard length making him so hard. Taehyung stared up at your pleasure-drunk expression when you inched yourself closer and closer to an orgasm.

"You're doing so well, kitten," he praised. His fingers rewarded you; they slipped behind your soaked-through underwear and caressed your pussy just the way you wanted him to. A series of gasps escaped your lips just before you came on against his palm but Taehyung had no intention on stopping. He slid two of his fingers inside of you and pressed against your g-spot as he moved them and made you come again only seconds after your first orgasm. You couldn't stop whimpering, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you reached your third orgasm but that was all you could take.

"S-Stop, I can't ..." you moaned out in pleasure. You didn't notice it then but your fingernails left marks all over Tae's shoulders.

"Okay, kitten, it's okay," said Taehyung quietly and did as you asked. He let you rest against his chest as you tried to pace your breathing and come down from your high. Your legs winced involuntarily still.

"It feels so good," you whispered against Taehyung's neck. Your whole body felt as light as a cloud.

"I know, kitten, and you did so well," praised Taehyung and caressed your soft hair. You hadn't noticed it before but Taehyung's chest was heaving as well. When you sat up in his lap and looked at him, you saw the drunk, hazy look in his dark eyes. You watched him with big, wide eyes. Taehyung tilted his head and stared in turn.

"Did you ..." you asked slowly, hardly comprehending the idea. The amusement returned to Taehyung's eyes.

"You looked so pretty, kitten," said Taehyung and traced his two long fingers from your bra down to the hem of your underwear, leaving behind your wetness that lingered still on his fingers. You shivered from the light touch but as you sat back, you could feel Taehyung get hard again beneath your bum.

You leaned down to Taehyung's lips and kissed him deeply, your hands resting against his his hard chest. He responded and sat up properly as his hands locked tightly around your waist. He kissed you hungrily and made you lie down beneath him but he never tore his lips from yours until he had to stand up to take off his pants. You wrapped your legs around his waist and guided him closer. Taehyung made sure that you were looking into his eyes when her entered you. Your loud moan turned into a whimper. He went slow at first but couldn't help himself making you take all of him.

"Does it feel good, kitten?" he asked as he locked his fingers with yours and pinned your hands above your head.

"It feels so good, Tae," you whimpered, struggling against his grip because you wanted to touch him so bad. Seeing you frown and squirm in pleasure and your toes curl against his thighs made his eyes swirl with an emotion you had never seen before in Taehyung. He was impatient. His thrusts became faster and faster and his grip on your wrists tightened as he neared to another orgasm. His brows scrunched into a deeper frown the closer he got. His jaw clenched before a low moan of pleasure escaped his lungs and he came deep inside of you. His fingers moved from your wrists to your hands where they intertwined with yours. Taehyung leaned down and kissed you whilst his chest heaved with heavy breathing.

Jungkook

You got up to use the bathroom sometime during the movie and stopped in the kitchen on the way back to wash the dishes since Jungkook made dinner for you. It was more Jungkook who was interested in the movie and you came along for the cuddles.

"What are you doing here?" asked Jungkook just as you were about to finish washing the dishes. "You didn't have to do that." His arms wrapped around your waist as he leaned his chin on your shoulder.

"Of course I did," you smiled and dried your hands. "You already cooked."

"That's not why I invited you," said Jungkook as you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I know," you said quietly and gave him a soft, loving kiss. You melted into the comfort of each other's bodies as your kisses became deeper and more longing. Jungkook's hands roamed up your back as he pulled you closer, his lip ring teasing your lips. A small whine escaped your mouth when his fingers dug into your soft waist and made you inch even closer to him but Jungkook pulled away.

"I'm sorry," he said breathlessly, mistaking your little noises for sounds of discomfort rather than pleasure.

"N-No," you almost stuttered, your eyes still closed as you blindly searched for Jungkook's lips. He was caught by surprise at first but once he saw your reaction, his arms slid beneath your bum and he lifted you up on the counter. Jungkook stood between your legs, his hands moving from your hips to your thighs. He locked one of his arms around your waist and pulled you even closer whilst the other continued caressing your thigh, making your body tingle with heat. You wanted him so badly.

"Touch me," you asked breathlessly, your chest heaving as you pulled away. Jungkook dark eyes were a storm of emotion when you looked up at him, your lips merely an inch apart.

"Are you sure?" he asked, just the thought of touching you making him hard. You nodded eagerly and bit your lip, praying that he would say yes. Jungkook didn't say anything, though, but picked you up again. Your back arched as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he carried you to his bedroom.

Jungkook laid you down on his bed, staring down at you with his arms propped on each side of your head. He was playing with his lip ring, turning it and turning and taunting you endlessly as he waited. Your cheeks flushed beneath his gaze. You hooked your index finger on the collar or his t-shirt and tried to pull him closer. Jungkook obliged, his messy hair falling onto his forehead and brushing against yours when he found your lips again. He loved feeling you beneath him, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and your fingers tangled in his hair. Jungkook wanted to remember every moment of it, every expression on your face and every reaction of your body engraved in his memory.

You could feel Jungkook's hard member against your thigh as he rubbed his waist against yours. Your small moan filled his lips before he sat up and pulled off his shirt. You were soaking wet just from his kisses and caresses and the sight of his body. You went to take off your top as well but Jungkook stopped you.

"Let me do it, baby," he muttered huskily. His lips moved to your neck where he peppered it with little marks whilst his hands slid beneath your top and slowly took it off. You were breathing heavily by the time he got to the hem of your waist and pulled off your skirt as well, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Jungkook's eyes lingered on you again, taking in every curve and corner of your figure.

"Jungkook ..." you whined, rubbing your leg against his thigh. The swirling thoughts dispersed from Jungkook's eyes as he grinned, seeing how needy you were. You thought he was going to take off his pants but his hands secured around your thighs instead and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Your eyes went wide and your heart jumped to your throat as your skin prickled with heat and excitement. Jungkook began kissing the soaked-through lace of your underwear hungrily, making you gasp and grip onto the sheets. He pulled the fabric aside, his mouth savoring the sweet taste of your pussy. You couldn't help but whimper, your toes curling in pleasure. His tongue licked and sucked and caressed, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You caught Jungkook moan when you made yourself even more available, one of your legs slipping over his shoulder. A jolt of electricity shot through your body just moments before you came, leaving your a whining, trembling mess.

Jungkook pulled away although it took every ounce of discipline in his body but he saw your face drenched with lust and haze and he knew you couldn't take another. He left soft kisses on the inside of your thighs. He climbed up to you, the tip of his nose brushing against yours before he left a soft kiss on your lips. You responded but only barely, still riding out the wave of pleasure.

"You did so well, baby," whispered Jungkook as he gently caressed your cheek with his thumb. "Are you going to be okay to take me? I'll help you."

You nodded a little as butterflies swirled in your tummy and your heart began to race again. You opened your eyes slowly, the taste of you still lingering on Jungkook's mouth when you kissed him. Your hands went to his waist and unbuttoned his pants. Jungkook's brows furrowed into a heavy frown as your hand caressed his length. Quiet groans filled his mouth just before you sat up and led him to lie down. You couldn't help but notice a hint of surprise in his dark eyes but his hands went to you nevertheless. He sat up and finally took off your bra, savoring the taste and the softness of your breasts beneath his lips. One of your hands remained wrapped around Jungkook's neck whilst the other helped him pulled down his underwear properly.

"Oh, fuck, baby," Jungkook groaned as he slid inside of you. A moan and a whimpered mixed in your mouth at the same time. Jungkook began moving his hips, his fingers digging in your soft bum as he helped you take him.

"You're doing so good, baby," he encouraged you, thrusting his hips deeper and deeper. Your eyes were shut tight in pleasure and your fingers curled in Jungkook's hair. You began moving your hips on your own, chasing another climax.

Jungkook stared at you, his arms tightly fixed on your waist, drunk on desire as he saw you accept another orgasm from him. He was close already when he laid you back down, his fingers locked with yours, and sent you over the edge the third time just before he came. A throaty groan escaped his mouth as Jungkook buried his face in your neck, his chest heaving and his breath hot against your skin.

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A/N: Can I just say how insane it was for me to write this? I never plan before writing, I just go with the flow ... the way I forgot to breathe when it turned out that Jin, who is always so calm and diplomatic, is a complete dom ... And the way Namjoon is a dom but still so caring - the king! of consent; and Yoongi letting you do anything you want to him ... don't even get me started on Hoseok and the rest ...

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Namjoon and his bodyguard team 🔥🫠

[kroketh]

"I told you not to fall in love with me".🥀

🍓Taehyung and beautiful paintings❤

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Namjoon

Kim Namjoon: the leader. He was born into this life and grew up around it so it’s no shocker he’s the leader of Bangtan. Code name: RM

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