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love u lately (m) #8 | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately chapter title: #8 - split pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; summary: Your dilemma of trying to decide between Yoongi and Jimin was already stressful enough, but to add Namjoon to the mix, has you slowly falling apart emotionally, mentally and academically. When your university's Annual Valentine's Day Night Market event opens up the opportunity to spend time out with Yoongi and Jimin, will you finally be able to tell them how you feel? Or will your own indecisiveness lead you all to a falling out? warnings: LONGEST CHAPTER SO FAR, reader is anxious and stressed throughout this whole chapter, breakdown from stress, fluffy lowkey date stuff, MORE CONFESSIONS, kissing, THE LONG AWAITED THREESOME, MLM kiss, bro helps put on lube on other bro, vaginal fingering, breastplay, ball fondling, eating out, blow job, dick slapping, possessiveness, double vaginal penetration, reader on BC, Yoongi and Jimin reassurance through it, pet names, clit stimulation, double creampie, uh i think that's it a lot happens, oh yeah...eventual angst, alcohol consumption, arguing, pettiness, secrets revealed, namjoon? note: everyone, please say thank you to @daegudrama for editing this chapter and fixing the smut because i can barely write smut! total word count: 14.8k drop date: March 2nd, 2024, 1:30PM PST cross posted on AO3 here ← #7 | Series Masterlist | #9

February 12 [Tuesday]

The atmosphere in your business communications class is tense, and you can feel the pressure of your stressed thoughts hanging over you. You’re supposed to be presenting a case study on a local cafe from your hometown where you used to work at in high school. The topic revolves around marketing and finance initiatives to enhance the cafe's traffic and sales. This includes a presentation and paper deliverable.

You stand at the front of the room, a faint sheen of nervousness glistening on your forehead. The slides projected on the screen behind you outline various strategies to revamp the cafe's image and attract more customers. Yet, your words stumble, and your sentences lack the usual confidence you had the semester prior. Professor Michaelson, a stern figure in the business world who now teaches as a side hobby, observes with a critical eye.

As you fumble through the presentation, you catch the gaze of JB watching you with an expressionless demeanor. Great. Nice to see your ex-crush is silently judging you. He adds to the pressure, making you acutely aware of the less-than-impressive performance you’re delivering. The weight of recent decisions, or lack thereof, regarding Yoongi and Jimin looms over you, clouding your ability to focus on any of your school work these days.

Professor Michaelson raises an eyebrow, signaling his dissatisfaction with your lackluster presentation. "Is there a reason you're not fully engaged today, Y/N?" he questions, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"I, uh, apologize, Professor," You stammer, attempting to regain composure. "It's just been a bit hectic lately."

"Life happens, but it's crucial to maintain professionalism, especially in a business setting." he admonishes. "Proceed with your presentation. We'll discuss your performance afterwards."

The classroom clock ticks away, each second stretching into an eternity. As you continue stumbling through the slides, your mind involuntarily keeps drifting. Fuck, why is it so hard to come up with the right words to say? At some point, you feel like you’re rushing to reach the end without even trying.

“Thank you Y/N, that was enough. Good work.” Prof. Michaelson interrupts right as you’re on your final slide.

Oh no, it was bad bad.

The ordeal finally comes to an end, and you step back to your seat. You always told yourself you wouldn’t let your relationships get in the way of your academics, but now, it finally has. And you are so fucked.

As the class progresses, you try to shake off the lingering embarrassment. Each step feels heavier as you leave the classroom, disappointment with yourself settling like a stone in your chest. Once the class ends, Prof. Michaelson hands you a graded rubric with additional comments. You don’t bother reading them and just rush out of the classroom, feeling tear threatening to roll down your cheeks.

And once you’re out of the building, they do.

Your own letdown sits heavily on your shoulders. In that moment, you wish you could rewind time, erase the awkwardness, and salvage whatever dignity remains. But could you have done any better? As you wipe away a frustrated tear, you can't help but wonder how you let things spiral out of control.

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“Maria! I don’t know what to do!” you exclaim, your voice laced with exaggeration. Amidst the bustling environment of the dining commons, you feel anxious, playfully pushing Hwasa back and forth as the two of you navigate the lunch line. It’s usually not that busy on Tuesdays, but today it is.

Hwasa, undeterred by the apparent crisis, responds with humor, “Switching to my Catholic name?! Oh, girl, you really do need some salvation.” She laughs, effortlessly maneuvering through the crowded space as she fills her tray with an array of buffet options.

“I’m being serious here! I honestly can’t pick either of them and I also can’t give Namjoon an answer. And this whole thing has been bothering me to the point I just failed one of my big projects for business comm!” Frustration bubbles in your tone as you slam your tray down, earning curious glances from other students in line.

“Oh God, okay.” You two walk over to an open table and sit down on opposite sides of each other. “Maybe reject them all? That’s the safer option right? No one will be truly hurt especially because you’re emphasizing not ruining your friendship. And you all move on, date other people and still maintain that friendship! The end.”

“Yeah…” You pick at your food with your fork aimlessly, not making any effort to eat it. “I don’t even know if we could ever be the same as we were before this…deal.” “But were things even the same before you decided to fuck Yoongi?” Your eyes widen, darting around to ensure no familiar faces are within earshot. “Hey, hey we’re in public! Someone we know could hear us.”

Hwasa sighs, lowering her voice. “You were already uncomfortable when Namjoon and Jimin were seeing people and wanted to get more serious with those girls. Yoongi clearly liked you before that party too. I wouldn’t doubt the other two also had those feelings before that, but were just better at hiding it. I don’t think there’s any ‘normal life’ to return to before you all started to address the elephant in the room.”

She’s right.

There was already something there whether you noticed it or not. At some point in time, the idea of liking you was planted in their heads, and eventually growing into love. You just don’t know when and while you hold a lot of love for them, you’ve always pushed the idea of romantic love for them aside as it didn’t seem realistic, or even good to think about. Keeping it platonic was easier anyways.

Up until recently, though, when whatever pent up sexual frustration and desires took charge on your relationships with two of your best friends.

“You’re right. I’m just going to have to acknowledge the risks and deal with the consequences of my horniess and feelings.”

Hwasa chews her food before responding matter-of-factly, “And whatever happens, I will be there to comfort you! You can use my boobs as a pillow and spill your tears onto me.”

You laugh loudly. “Always appreciate knowing you will be there during my lowest lows with your chest as comfort.”

You both finish lunch and head over to her dorm to rest before your next class in an hour.

“So…is your decision coming before or after the Valentine’s Night Market?”

The Valentine’s Night Market. You had totally forgotten that Hwasa invited you and the boys to come by for one of ASU’s – the student org she’s in – annual night market event. It was mixed celebration for Lunar New Years and Valentine’s Day here.

"Oh, Valentine’s Night Market. Totally slipped my mind," you admit, realizing the distraction of your personal matters overshadowed the upcoming event.

Hwasa grins, "Well, I’m tabling and selling kimchi fried rice and hotteok. Do you still have some time to help out a little? Just for the first hour! Jieun will take over after!"

You don’t have any set plans to hang out with Yoongi and Jimin besides saying that Valentine’s Day is the day, so you might as well tell them to come to the event and hang out with you there. It could make things less suspicious to others. You also wonder what Namjoon’s plans are so you can avoid any distractions that day too.

"Yeah, sure, I can help out for a bit. But, let me check with the guys about it." you say, pulling out your phone to send a quick message in the Sanctuary group chat.

You [1:15 PM]: Hey, what plans did you guys have in mind for Valentine’s Day evening? There’s the night market event on campus, and I’m helping Hwasa table for the first hour. You guys should come and we can hang after?

While waiting for their responses, Hwasa continues, "Please! I hope they say yes. Plus, it'll give you time to think about your decision more. Trust me; selling hotteok is like therapy." Your laughter punctuates her words, easing the tension.

Not long after, your two best friends respond back.

Yoongi [1:21 PM]: We wanted to wait to hear what you had in mind and do that, but this sounds good. We’ll be there.

Jimin [1:22 PM]: Yeah, let’s do that. Beats sitting around and overthinking.

With your plans in place, you turn back to Hwasa.

"Looks like I can work the shift!"

“Fuck yeah! I appreciate you helping out, let’s try to get everything sold.”

The anticipation for the event in two days starts building, and you both dive into more detailed planning and strategizing. Hwasa's vibrant personality coupled with her contagious excitement feels motivating, and you find yourself getting into the spirit and readiness to confront your feelings.

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February 14 [Thursday]

If only your anxiety would be weaker than your drive for motivation.

The soft rays of the setting sun filter through your bedroom window, casting a warm glow on the floral print ruched spring short dress you twirl in front of the mirror. It was a gift from Yoongi for Christmas, paired with the long star earrings Jimin gifted you. The whole ensemble makes you feel delicate and coquette. You feel a little embarrassed to find yourself dressing up for this, but you figured if you might as well go all out for what could be the last day you do something like this.

You’re on a mission tonight.

After doing a soft makeup look, you grab your small black flap bag walking downstairs.

You texted the house gc earlier letting them know you'd be out helping at the night market. Hoseok responded saying he'd be there too because his dance club group was doing a cover performance. Seokjin mentioned he’s also going to be there tabling for Kappa Psi Pi. Jungkook and Taehyung were going out bar hopping with a few other guys hoping to get lucky for the night. Jimin and Yoongi said they would be in the library studying for a midterm, which didn’t raise any suspicions, surprisingly.

As for Namjoon…

“Tiny, where are you going all dolled up?”

You are caught off guard by Namjoon's call from the kitchen where he is eating a bowl of cut fruit. He stands leaning against the doorway, looking at you from head to toe, licking his lips after each juicy bite of fruit. Is that melon? When your eyes leave his lips to look into his gaze, you become frozen. Huh? This never happened to you before. What an interesting thing to see how his actions leave you feeling a little nervous now, especially after what he confessed to you not that long ago.

“I’m helping table for V-day night market with Hwasa at 7:00, then I’m going to enjoy the event after my shift.”

Namjoon nods, his gaze holding a mix of understanding and something else. “That…sounds pretty fun.”

“What about you?” Namjoon forgot to respond to the group chat, so you’re curious to hear of his Valentine’s Day plans. You don’t think it will involve him on a date after his confession, so you wonder what else he has in store.

He sets his bowl down and steps closer, whispering near your ear and causing a shiver down your spine. You’re suddenly more alert than you were previously.

“I wanted to spend time with my Honey, but that will have to wait.”

You’ve heard his low raspy voice many times before, but for some reason, it feels very erotic in this moment. If he commanded you with this voice all the time, you would do whatever he pleases. Your breath catches, and questions swirl in your mind. Hold on, what does he mean that will have to wait? For what?

Before you can seek clarification, he adds, “I’m going with Soyoon, John and San to a live art gallery event up in the big city. John’s band friends are going to play.”

“A-Ah, I see.”

He gets up from his leaned position and looks at you softly. Has it been a long time since Namjoon looked at you with that much love and care in his eyes? You feel like he’s become much more serious with you since you started college. This act feels nostalgic.

He pushes a few loose strands behind your ear, “Don’t get jealous okay?” He chuckles, his signature dimples coming into sight.

“Huh?! I wasn’t even thinking that!” you stammer, attempting to brush off the implication despite failing as your face blushes.

In this moment, he pulls you into a tight hug. Your cheek presses against the fabric of his gray shirt, and you soak in the comfort he provides. It feels so nice. So safe. After a long time, in his arms, you feel at home.

“Well whenever you’re ready, I’ll be there no matter what.”

You assume he’s talking about you answering his confession from the trip.

Whenever you’re ready, he says.

“Thank you Joonie.” You sigh deeply into his chest, words sounding a little muffled.

Could it be that Namjoon’s the true answer to all your problems, not Yoongi or Jimin? But it still doesn’t feel right. No matter who you end up ultimately picking, you still feel like you won’t be happy. Even if the other two guys say they will be happy, will they actually be okay with seeing their two best friends happily in love?

And if you end up with one of them, what’s to say the relationship will last? What if you two fall out of love for each other and ultimately break up? Will you be all alone at the end this time, no best friends to lean back on to help you rise up once again? You hate to admit how much Yeonjun’s after image lingers in your mind whenever you think about the future of a relationship. Despite how he was just a brief happening in the summer breeze, the lasting impact of his final words remain.

You bid goodbye to Namjoon, who leaves first as John’s ‘96 Toyota Corolla stops in front of the house to pick him up. Soyoon waves to you excitedly from the back seat as she sits next to San.

As the car fades in the distance, you walk in the opposite direction to campus.

After walking for about 8 minutes, the quad comes alive as you step onto its paved pathways, filled with the vibrant tapestry of the Valentine's Night Market. Strings of twinkling lights drape across the trees, casting a warm glow. Stalls adorned with heart-shaped decorations and bursts of red and pink hues line the paths, creating a whimsical atmosphere.

As you immerse yourself in this enchanting setting, a mixture of emotions washes over you. The sweet aroma of various treats wafts through the air, enticing passersby. Stalls offer an array of delectable delights, from cotton candy in shades of pastel to heart-shaped cookies intricately decorated with icing. The scent of hotteok wafts from Hwasa and Jieun's stall, where they expertly flip the sweet korean treat on a sizzling griddle.

“Oh! Honey! You’re here–” Hwasa pauses, checking you out from head to toe. “Looking cute as fuck, bestie!”

“Thank you.” You reply sheepishly, using your arms to flatten your dress from any wrinkles. “The whole setup for the night market looks so cool this year!”

You look up and all around, colorful lanterns sway gently overhead with wishes and messages from students written on small notes. The gentle breeze causes them to dance in the night, adding to the ambience of the market. The gentle hum of laughter and conversation blends with the cheerful melodies of the band playing at the very center of the quad.

A few Carnival rides spin and twirl at the far end of the quad, their lights tracing intricate patterns against the night sky. The Ferris wheel, glimmering in pink and red, stands tall, offering couples a romantic view of the campus from above. Nearby, a carousel with whimsical creatures invites laughter from those enjoying a nostalgic ride.

Various booths offer interactive experiences, adding an extra layer of fun to the festivities. A photobooth machine captures candid moments against a backdrop of sparkling hearts, while a fortune-teller booth held by the Harry Potter club promises glimpses into the future. Students crowd around games of skill and chance, trying their hand at winning prizes that range from plush toys to heart-shaped trinkets.

“There’s carnival rides too?” You gasp seeing them in a section beside the built stage at the center of the quad.

“Yeah, we got a few international students who joined this year willing to fund for better stuff.” She leans in close to your ear and points carefully at two people named Giselle and Ten standing around another booth. “So you better go enjoy it after! We also have a few bands playing, so even more reason to stick around.”

“That’s so cool! I’ll keep that in mind!”

Hwasa hands you a cute apron with hearts and stars from a box below the table. "Okay. Time to make those hotteoks, bestie! I have Peniel and Junny handling the kimchi fried rice, so don’t worry about that."

You walk around to enter the tent then tie the apron around your waist. You stand next to the griddle gradually heating up. Hwasa takes charge of coordinating orders and managing the flow of customers. The scent of sizzling batter and sweet fillings fills the air as you expertly flip the hotteoks, ensuring they are cooking to perfection.

Peniel stands in the next table over, clad in a stylish apron with the words "Best Chef in the World" emblazoned on it, working diligently at the adjacent stall, skillfully frying up batches of savory kimchi fried rice. Junny sits while on his phone as he waits for people to come by and order. The enticing aroma of Korean spices wafts through the air, drawing in hungry students with each tantalizing whiff.

After a while of a couple of orders coming in, Hwasa glances at her watch and nudges you. "I need to run to another booth to get more change. Can you handle this for a bit?"

"Uh, sure!" you respond, taking the cash box and flashing a reassuring smile. As Hwasa disappears into the bustling crowd, you focus on the task at hand, jotting down the few orders you get and going back to the grill. Dammit, why did she have to leave you like this until God knows when?

Suddenly, two familiar figures approach the stall, dressed in outfits that catch your eye.

"Angel isn’t getting any orders." Yoongi speaks first with a grin, his eyes lighting up with surprise and amusement.

Jimin chuckles, “I guess it’s a slow night for our darling."

“H-Hey–” You pause as you check them out.

Yoongi sports a black bomber jacket that complements his laid-back aura. Underneath, he wears a simple white tee, creating a clean and modern look. Paired with dark jeans and sleek Airforces, his overall ensemble has your eyes glued to him. His hair is also in a bun, which you hadn’t seen him do before. Has his hair grown that much?

When you turn to glance at Jimin you see he’s opted for a varsity jacket that injects a dose of sporty charm into his outfit. Jimin’s black hair is slowly catching up to the same length as Yoongi’s. The jacket, with embroidered details and a slightly worn appearance adds character to his look. Beneath the jacket, Jimin wears a snug-fitting black shirt, with distressed jeans and comfortable converse sneakers to complete the look.

They look so fucking good. The urge to pounce on them is high, and you wonder if it’s your hormones talking. They’ve been yapping all day keeping you at your wits ends. You wish you were done with your shift so you can go run off with them, but you still have another 25 minutes to go. Lost in thought, you don’t realize that your gaze lingers on them for more than a mere moment. It isn’t until Yoongi notices and chuckles. Shit, they’re going to tease

"Cat got your tongue?" he teases, a smirk playing on his lips.

You roll your eyes, trying to mask the blush creeping up on your cheeks. "Uh, I'm just appreciating the fashion show you two decided to put on tonight."

Jimin grins, nudging Yoongi. "Well, you know we always dress to impress.” Jimin jolts slightly as he remembers something “Oh right! Here, we got you something.”

Jimin holds out a small bouquet of pink roses, their sweet fragrance wafting through the air. "These are for you,"

Yoongi follows suit, "And these are from me. We thought they might brighten up your evening."

The corners of Yoongi's lips lift into a warm smile as he reaches behind him, handing you a small vibrant bouquet of sunflowers – a burst of yellow that seems to carry the sunshine itself.

Your heart swells with gratitude as you accept the flowers. "Thank you both," you express genuinely, fingers gently tracing the petals of the sunflowers. "They're beautiful, just like the two of you."

Jimin’s cheeks tint with a subtle blush, and Jimin chuckles, playfully nudging him. "Looks like our darling is smooth with words too. Must be how you’re getting customers tonight"

As you place the bouquets in the back table, you're drawn back to the present, realizing you're still on your shift. "Oh! No, actually, tabling has been pretty slow overall!" you exclaim, eager to change the subject to calm your heart down. "Hwasa's off getting change. But is there anything I can get you guys while you're here?"

"Can we get you now?" Yoongi bluntly asks.

Yet again, you find yourself caught off guard by his boldness. He never used to be like this, but ever since you two started this deal, you feel like you awakened another side of him.

“Sorry boys,” You shut down the flirting efforts, instead playing hard to get. “Unless you wanna help me sell these hot…buns? Then maybe I could finish faster and go?”

"You know what, Honey? We'll help you out," Yoongi declares, rolling up his sleeves with a mischievous grin.

Jimin joins in, "Yeah, we can't let you work too hard on Valentine's Day."

You chuckle, appreciating their willingness to lend a hand. “Come around back and get to work then!”

This actually proves to be a good idea for you. Once they start working, they start to bring in a crowd of people. The two men take turns flipping hotteoks, playfully teasing each other and engaging customers with their charisma. Jimin, with his infectious smile, handles customers with so much ease, while Yoongi adopts an exaggerated seriousness as he grills, drawing amused glances from onlookers. You’re left in awe at the efforts of your best friends and how reliable they are.

When Hwasa comes back, she’s amused at the sight bringing in so much traction.

As you all finish with a good chunk of the orders, she finally steps inside the tent and you hand her the stack of orders you all took. “Thanks to these two, we've made an impressive number of sales. I think this is my cue to go?” You look at her with stars in your eyes, hoping that this will be enough t satisfy the greedy tiger that is the treasurer of ASU, Ahn Hyejin

“I guess you have done your part, Y/N.” She turns to face Yoongi and Jimin. “Now, go enjoy the night with her! I have some people coming in at 8 to handle things from here."

You and your three best friends nod at each other and leave the stall to go explore the rest of the night market, which is now filled with more people. Couples stroll hand in hand, sharing stolen glances beneath the glow of the market lights. You wonder if you’ll ever get to experience something like that. Laughter erupts from other corners filled with various groups of friends exploring diverse offerings. Everyone’s creating memories that will linger long after the night has passed. Will this night be a good memory for you three as well?

In that moment of many thoughts, you feel Yoongi and Jimin’s fingers gently interlace with yours. Oh? Not “Oh” in a confused way, but “Oh” as a casual remark of an action that’s filled with normalcy. It’s something that feels just so natural for you three for as long as you’ve known each other. Your hands in theirs as you weave through the lively crowd of the night market embraced with its infectious energy leaves you feeling at ease.

"You look adorable in that dress, Y/N. We didn't even notice what you were wearing under the apron earlier," Jimin remarks, flashing his signature eye smile as he stops walking. Yoongi chimes in, "Yeah, the gifts we got you suit you well."

Blushing at their compliments, you glance down at your outfit, feeling grateful for their attention to detail. “O-Oh, thank you. I just felt like it was the right day to wear it.”

See? There’s times where comments, no matter how normal they may seem for long time friends, will actually get you flustered. Damn their words of affirmation hitting you right where you feel it.

As you wander through the stalls, Jimin spots a photobooth and suggests capturing a few memories together. His eyes gleam mischievously as he proposes, "Hey, why don't we take some photos? You know, like old times."

“Like the times we would take photos in the photobooth after we saw a movie at that run down theater in middle school?” You giggle.

“Exactly like that. You would always make us take those!” Yoongi reminisces.

In the spirit of spontaneity and nostalgia, you agree, and soon, you three find the empty photobooth with a charming backdrop, pay the small fee and enter it.

The first photo captures all three of you in silly poses. Yoongi throws a peace sign, Jimin puckers his lips in an exaggerated kissy face, and you make bunny ears behind Yoongi's head. Laughter erupts as Jimin clicks the photo, freezing that moment of carefree camaraderie.

For the second shot, you find yourself sandwiched between Jimin and Yoongi, each of them throwing a peace sign while you sport an exaggerated surprised expression.

For the final shot, Jimin eyes Yoongi, seemingly having a pose idea that you’re unsure of. Yoongi nods curiously. Jimin positions himself on one side of you, and Yoongi on the other. Milliseconds before the camera clicks, Jimin and Yoongi simultaneously plant soft kisses on your cheeks. After the shutter goes off, the moment is frozen in time on the strip as it comes out of the photo booth machine. For a split second, you're caught off guard, the warmth of their lips leaving a lingering sensation on your skin. The shock registers on your face, captured perfectly in the photograph.

"Wait, what!" you exclaim, your eyes widening in shock.

"Surprise!" Jimin grins, stepping out to grab the photo.

"Yeah, gotcha." Yoongi adds, a playful glint in his eyes.

Your initial shock turns into shy laughter as you realize the mischief they've just orchestrated. "Hey! That was so uncalled for…"

Jimin chuckles, "Gotta keep things interesting, right?"

Yoongi smirks, "Consider it payback for all those times you surprised us being a minx."

You burst out laughing, which leads to them into a laughing fit seeing you feeling happy. Agh, they always gotta tease and expose you like this! You playfully swat at them, still processing their unexpected actions.

After leaving the photo booth, the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked bungeo ppang fish bread catches your attention. The scent triggers a childhood memory, and you excitedly share, "Hey, let's stop by this stall! I haven’t had a bungeo ppang since I was in elementary school."

Yoongi and Jimin exchange amused glances, remembering your tales of childhood cravings. You ate so many when you would go over to Yoongi’s house because his mom would make dozens of them for their church fundraisers. You even got the nickname “little bungeoppang” from Yoongi’s mom because of this.

The club's fish bread stall boasts an array of flavors, from traditional red bean to modern twists like chocolate and custard. They order a variety, hoping to recreate a bit of nostalgia for you.

While enjoying the warm, sweet taiyaki, you notice a towering structure at the far end of the quad—the Ferris wheel. Your eyes light up with curiosity, and you turn to Yoongi and Jimin, "What do you guys think about riding the Ferris wheel? I've always been a bit nervous about heights, but with you two, it might be fun."

Jimin grins, "That sounds like a great idea! We can keep you company and make sure you feel comfortable."

Yoongi adds, "Don't worry, we'll be right there with you. It'll be a fun experience."

Encouraged by their reassurance, you join the line for the Ferris wheel. It’s not a gigantic ferris wheel that you’ve seen at amusement parks, but it’s fairly midsize that would let you see a large portion of campus up at the highest point. The anticipation builds as the line inches forward, and soon, it's your turn to board one of the colorful gondolas. The Ferris wheel slowly ascends, offering breathtaking views of the night market below.

Is it the worst moment to admit that you’re a little scared of heights? Probably. You know you wanted to ride this, but now that you’re on it. You’re a little anxious. It’s not even that high! Get it together, Y/N.

Your fear must be easily sensed, because Jimin decides to wrap an arm around you, offering support, while Yoongi holds your hand on the other side. You wait for them to make fun of you for wanting to ride the ferris wheel despite being scared of heights, but those words don’t come.

As the gondola reaches its peak, you glance at your university campus and down at the bustling market, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Yoongi whispers, "Look at that view, Angel. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

With their comforting presence, the nervousness begins to fade, replaced by a sense of joy and exhilaration. You’re okay. You’re safe with them. The Ferris wheel ride becomes a shared adventure, a moment suspended in time between the colorful lights and the starry sky.

As the Ferris wheel descends, you all step off and exit the area. It’s a relief to be touching the ground once again. You tag along behind Yoongi and Jimin and become the person to recommence the hand holding once again.

In the distance, the rhythmic beat of a live band permeates the air. The music carries a unique blend of energy and emotion, drawing you all toward the center of the quad where the performance unfolds.

Yoongi tilts his head, recognizing the sound. "That sounds like Sammy's band," he remarks, his ears attuned to the familiar tunes. With curiosity guiding your steps, the three of you make your way to the source of the music.

As you three approach the middle of the crowd watching the performance, the silhouette of the keyboardist catches your eye, and you're taken aback. It's Yijeong, playing alongside Sammy's band. You shoot a puzzled look at Yoongi, who smirks, "Sammy asked for Yijeong's number this morning. Dojoon got food poisoning, and they needed someone to cover for him."

The stage is bathed in a warm, golden glow, and the crowd buzzes with anticipation as the band gets ready for their next song.

“We are ‘The Rose’! Or ‘Windfall’...we haven’t decided on our official name yet. My keys guy got food poisoning so a good friend came to cover. We have two songs coming up next. One is a cover of one of my favorite songs and the other is an original song written by us, so enjoy!”

The first chords of the cover song, "Pristine" by Snail Mail, resonate through the speakers. Sammy’s, the lead guitarist, fingers dance effortlessly across the strings, conjuring a haunting melody that seems to linger in the night air. The drummer – which Yoongi comments is Hajoon – sets a steady beat, creating a rhythmic foundation that anchors the ethereal atmosphere.

As Sammy begins singing, his voice filled with both vulnerability and strength wraps around the lyrics. Each word is like a brushstroke on a canvas, painting a picture of longing and introspection. The crowd, drawn into the magnetic pull of the music, sways in unison, a collective dance to the emotional cadence.

Internally, you're caught in the vortex of emotions. The lyrics of the song, like a mirror reflecting your own inner turmoil, resonate with the complexities of your relationships. The notion of wanting to be one with someone echoes the silent desires you've been grappling with, a yearning for unity in the midst of uncertainty. You can’t be with just someone. You realize you have to be with them. But why is the answer so obvious, yet feels impossible?

When the song finishes, The Rose transitions seamlessly to their original song, "I Don't Know You.” Sammy’s voice takes center stage, followed by bassist Jaehyeong pouring raw emotion into every note. The melody weaves through the air, intertwining with the radiance of the lights above. The keyboardist, Yijeong, adds a layer of depth, his fingers dancing across the keys like a silent storyteller.

With each lyric, you find yourself pulled deeper into a contemplative state. The longing expressed in the music mirrors your own inner conflicts. I want to know you. It's a phrase that reverberates within you, a sentiment that resonates with the intricate dance between friendship and something more.

In the midst of the performance, you glance at Yoongi and Jimin, their eyes reflecting a shared understanding. You wonder if the song is hitting them as much as it’s hitting you right now. The energy from the stage lets your surroundings become a realm where emotions are laid bare. Yoongi and Jimin both hold internal diaries with thousands of words that have not been said aloud.

The chorus swells, and you're compelled to reach out, gently tugging at their arms. The gesture, a silent acknowledgment, weaves seamlessly into the fabric of the music. The lyrics, "Do you want me? Your lover who will never change. Even your bitterness, makes me obsessed," echo in your mind, prompting introspection and a deepening realization.

Suddenly, against the backdrop of the music, Yoongi and Jimin exchange glances, and a shared realization flickers in their eyes. The intensity of the performance and the emotions it evokes push them to reveal what's been lingering in the air.

“Y/N, I’m in love with you.”

“I’ve loved you for a long time, Y/N.”

Jimin and Yoongi speak simultaneously, though Yoongi says a slightly different declaration. You’re speechless. You had anticipated hearing these words after being able to connect the dots, but to actually hear them. At this moment, it’s surreal. This feels like a dream. You don’t want it to end. Because when it ends, things might not ever be the same. And that scares you.

While their words of confession are simple, their love conveyed more in the language of shared gazes and repressed emotions that leave you with a myriad of questions. Even though you had a feeling, you are still left awestruck. The melody, the lights, and the atmosphere seem to crystallize in that moment, etching the beginning of a new chapter.

I love you. Despite such a simple three word phrase, you can’t sayt it right now, You can’t even gather all the words you want to say right now. Maybe because you feel nervous right now, but you will save it for when you go home. And that’s now. You all need to go back now. You need to be somewhere where you can throw all your love and make it known how much you care for them. You just can’t do that here.

The urge to go to the sanctuary that will let you liberate your feelings before it feels like it’s too late.

Without any other words, you respond with a smile, bright and with hidden intentions. “Let’s go home?”

With no questions asked, they seem to understand your intentions and take you away.

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The atmosphere in your room is heavy with unspoken emotions as you all made your way back home from the night market. The walk is quiet, with occasional flustered glances exchanged between you, Jimin, and Yoongi. The air is tense with anticipation and uncertainty.

Upon entering your room, the tension lingers. You go sit in the center of your bed and gesture your two friends to join you on it. It takes a moment to collect your thoughts, wanting your own words to sound heartfelt before breaking the silence.

"Yoongi…Jimin…." That sounds too serious, but there is no way to just confess something that has probably been 10 years in the making without you really realizing it.

Jimin looks at you with a mixture of hope and anxiety, while Yoongi maintains a calm demeanor, his eyes reflecting understanding. You take a deep breath, grappling with the weight of your decision.

"I don’t even know what to say, but I appreciate both of your confessions.” You pause for a moment, letting out a sigh, before continuing, “I want to say I love you both too. A lot. More than I ever thought I did before, and this whole deal really opened my eyes to those feelings.” You glance at both of them, trying to gauge their own reactions to your words. In a way, it’s like reassurance to convince yourself to keep going. You’d probably crawl into a hole and die if maybe you heard wrong earlier and now they’re incredibly confused as to why you’re saying this.

But it’s not like that at all. Yoongi’s cat-like smile right now is one of those things that has always reassured you when you were uncertain in the past. His eyes turn glossy, while trying to put up a composed exterior, as he patiently waits to hear you say more. Jimin, on the other hand, becomes flustered from hearing your confession. You notice him fidgeting with his fingers and biting his lips, which is something he only does when he’s feeling shy. If only you were aware that every beat of their hearts echo in silence and anticipation.

“I never imagined myself in this situation,” you admit, “But it’s clear that my feelings have evolved so much after realizing the small things that you’ve done for me, not just recently, but ever since I met you two. And eventually I realized that I love you two in different ways as well.” You take a deep breath, attempting to articulate the intricate dance of emotions within your heart.

“Yoongi, you’ve always felt like my other half.” You confess further, “It’s like we’re always in tune with each other’s thoughts and feelings. I feel like you complete parts of me that I couldn’t find on my own.”

"Especially during those times when my relationships soured and I struggled trying to socialize with new people," You admit, your voice taking on a more reflective tone. "You were there for me, Yoongi. Your understanding and steadiness became my anchor in those turbulent moments. When I felt lost, your presence brought a sense of calm and assurance. You've seen me at my lowest, yet you never wavered."

You reach out towards Yoongi’s hand, thumb tracing the back of it. "Jimin, you're someone who makes me feel so free," you confess, a genuine smile playing on your lips. "You've always managed to coax me out of my shell, and without you, I don't think I'd be the person I am today."

Jimin's eyes light up with a mix of gratitude and happiness.

“And," you add, a hint of playfulness coloring your tone, "I can't forget that you were my first kiss. It was a moment filled with happiness and warmth, a memory I cherish deeply. You made me feel safe, and I truly always look back to that time when we were young and innocent."

You lift up your hand to caress Jimin's cheeks, which flush with a rosy hue. A mix of surprise and joy twinkle in his eyes.

"Thank you for sharing your feelings with us," Yoongi speaks first, his voice a gentle melody that resonates in the room. "It means a lot to know that I mean so much to you in that way. We've been through so much together, and knowing that feeling is mutual is the greatest feeling ever."

Jimin shares his gratitude as well and adds, "I never expected to hear such beautiful words from you. It's like a dream come true knowing that you love me and think about those things too.”

They’re so sweet, you think. A part of you internally questions if you’re really deserving of their love, but you push it away. You can’t let anything stop you right now. “There’s a lot more I want to know from you, but for now, I wanted to ask if we could do something before…this all ends.”

Curiosity sparkles in their eyes as they turn their attention to you. "What is it?" Yoongi inquires, his voice filled with a blend of interest and anticipation.

Jimin, on the verge of voicing his thoughts, begins, "Is it..."

“Could we…try a threesome?”

The suggestion hangs in the air, catching them off guard. Jimin's eyes widen, surprised by the proposal, while Yoongi raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.

"W-Wow…holy shit…" Jimin stammers, his cheeks turning a subtle shade of pink. “Say no more, I’m fucking down.”

You chuckle nervously, "Really? It’s just for tonight. A final hurrah before…whatever happens."

Yoongi smirks, "Well, that's unexpected. Are you sure you're up for it? I mean, I’m willing to do it."

You nod nervously, determined to bring a sense of ease to the situation. "It's our last night under this deal we have. I’m also on birth control so we could try anything and everything. So whenever you’re ready—"

You stop speaking as you notice their eyes darken slowly, lust hidden behind them. Without a word, their actions become synchronized, and the atmosphere shifts subtly.

Jimin, always the bolder one, is the first to make a move. His lips press against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You inhale sharply, the unexpected warmth of his kiss catching you off guard. Meanwhile, Yoongi's gaze remains fixed on you, a mixture of desire and uncertainty in his eyes.

As Jimin's kisses trail up toward your jawline, Yoongi gets closer, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your waist. The room is filled with a soft, anticipatory hum as their actions synchronize, creating a symphony of sensations.

Their lips meet at the curve of your jaw, and for a moment, there's a gentle collision of their lips. It catches you off guard, though Jimin doesn’t seem too shocked and Yoongi remains neutrally curious. You find yourself gradually immersed in the experience and wanting to see how things could go.

Before things can get more interesting for you to see, their lips soon meet yours in a shared kiss that starts tentatively. An initial awkwardness you felt asking for this melts away, replaced by a growing sense of connection. The taste of both Yoongi and Jimin on your lips creates a unique and intoxicating blend. Sweet, intoxicating and sinful.

Yoongi unzips your dress from the left side and both men begin removing your dress, their hands move with a synchronized urgency. As your dress falls away, you sit there before them in nothing but your lingerie, vulnerable yet empowered by the raw desire written across their faces. You feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks as their gazes linger on your exposed form, their desire palpable in the air.

They immediately begin undressing themselves, losing to their own lust, throwing their clothes on the floor and pushing you down on the bed. Yoongi begins fondling your breasts, fingers inching toward your core. Jimin on the other hand, frees your right breast from your bra cup and attaches his lips to your nipple.

"Mmph," your moan escapes your lips as you arch your back, feeling the heated, sloppy kiss of Jimin's mouth all around on your tit. He's unrelenting with his hold and you are helpless under his touch. Your breasts have always been so sensitive that it makes you nearly lose it already. The idea of you so weak for him and nobody else that you can’t even stand. The sensation continues to shoot through your body like an electrical current, making your core clench and your hips buck slightly.

Yoongi inches closer, his gaze never leaving your face as he keeps one hand gently kneading your breast while he uses the other to slowly begin tracing circular patterns over the lacy fabric covering your clit. The anticipation is almost unbearable, building a crescendo of desire that threatens to consume you. You need more of them.

With a sudden urgency, you pull them down onto the bed, your eagerness surprising both of them. Their soft laughter only fuels the fire as you straddle Jimin to kiss him more, your hands grabbing his hardening cock under you and giving it several strokes. He deepens the kiss almost immediately and as soon as your mouth opens for him, your tongues brush against each other in fervor. It's so sloppy and carnal and just simply pornographic, but it's also filled with enough emotion and intimacy to make your knees buckle. You move your hand to massage his balls in time, and he nearly keels over, mouth falling open. He lets out a gasp when your thumb circles his throbbing tip.

On the opposite end, Yoongi kneels down, his free hand lifting your hips upwards before his mouth leans in and meets your swollen clit.

You hear smacking sounds immediately, and combined with how this feels, his skillful lips and hands have you crying out, squirming, and grasping onto Jimin for dear life. Yoongi called this ‘taking you to Hong Kong”. You still don’t know why, but fuck, does he do it so well. It’s literally your favorite thing in the world since this deal started.

With his tongue licking and circling your clit, you know you aren't going to hold on much longer. He moans against your hard bud, enjoying this just as much as you are. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your ass spreading them apart adding yet another sensation. You try to not let the coil in your stomach release wanting to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible. It feels somewhat embarrassing if you’re the one cumming so much so soon.

Though, it’s inevitable that you’ll go insane from all these different sensations.

The intensity of the moment is palpable. You continue devouring Jimin’s lips, feeling his body heat and sweat against yours. Yoongi removes himself from you, denying the orgasm from coming. But you’re too focused on Jimin to worry about it, which makes Yoongi irritated.

This leads to him slowly sliding up beside you and gently running a hand along your ass, his fingers grazing the lace of your panties. The sensation is electrifying, and you can't help but moan softly into Jimin's lips.

"You want more, don't you?" Yoongi whispers seductively into your ear. His voice is low and rumbling, sending shivers down your spine. You nod eagerly, unable to find the words to respond.

“Hehe…Darling’s so needy,” Jimin pulls away from the kiss, giving you a knowing smile. In perfect harmony, the two men begin to undress the remaining lingerie, their hands moving with a fluid movement, their eyes never leaving yours. You feel vulnerable and exposed, yet simultaneously aroused and empowered by their desire for you.

Their fingers gently caressing your skin, you feel an electric current running through your body. They lay you down on the bed, positioning you on your hands and knees, facing the large mirror on the wall. That cursed mirror that you had once faced previously, though just with Yoongi.

You take a deep breath as you see your reflection, your arousal evident in the flushed skin and dilated pupils. Yoongi moves in behind you, his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You feel his erection against your ass, a silent reminder of what is to come.

Jimin kneels in front of you, grabbing his cock and slapping it across your cheek, bringing your attention back to him. And he says you’re the needy one. Ha. You aim your head towards his waiting length and open your mouth. He thrusts in slowly, filling your mouth without trying to make you gag on it. Not today!

As you begin to suck on Jimin's cock, you feel Yoongi's middle finger slide into your pussy, mimicking the motion of your mouth. He pumps his finger in and out, with each second making you go into a trance. The tiny moans you let out at just one finger pushes him to add another right next to it. The way your walls contract as if fighting back against him pushing and pulling and spreading you open is driving him insane. He wants to feel it for himself, squeezing and milking him for all he’s worth. Your sounds of pleasure fill the room when you pull your mouth away from Jimin to control your breathing.

“Make those pretty sounds louder. You already know how much I love to hear them.” Jimin coaxes you further. You’ve known he gets off on your moans since the first day you fucked him.

Yoongi watches your reflection in the mirror, a mix of lust and satisfaction playing across his face. He's always been fascinated by the way your body responds to him, the way it seems to crave his touch. He feels euphoric whenever he gets to fuck you like this, but even more right now.

Jimin’s aware of Yoongi’s possessiveness as he watches this exchange, his heart pounding in his chest. He wants nothing more than to fuck you and even him if the opportunity presented itself. Though the latter is not for today. It would be a dream to just do this in the future and give his best friends the pleasure they so desperately crave.

As you continue to suck Jimin's cock, Yoongi increases the pace of his fingers thrusting inside you. You feel like you're on the edge of something incredible, a pleasure so intense that you can barely breathe. He's unrelenting with his grip and you are helpless under his touch–his fingers are pumping faster and faster until you’re a trembling mess. Yoongi holds your hips up with one arm to keep you stable.

After your quivering stops, he pulls out his fingers.

“Mmh.” You groan around Jimin’s dick, which entices him to go faster.

“Hold on. You’ll get what you want. Be patient.” Yoongi chuckles in response as you whine from the loss of feeling him. After, he positions himself behind you, his cock throbbing against your entrance. He pushes himself inside you, filling you completely. You moan around Jimin's cock, the sensation of being filled by both of them in different places is overwhelming. Yoongi grips your hips, setting a leisurely pace as he watches the mirror. You glance upwards at Jimin, whose head is thrown back in his pleasure. Your fingers dance across the toned muscles of his stomach before gripping his hip urging him to push further.

Jimin pulls out of your mouth when he feels himself getting close. He doesn’t want to finish in your mouth. He’s done that many times before, and wants to change things up. There’s something that he has in mind that he wants to try.

He moves towards Yoongi and tells him that he wants to trade positions, telling him to lay under you instead. Yoongi immediately gets what the younger man is plotting and moves to position himself under you, his cock glistening with your juices. He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing into you. A soft moan falls from your lips. This new angle hits new spots inside you. When Yoongi doesn’t immediately thrust, you rock your hips watching carefully for a reaction on his face. He grabs your hips holding you in place as Jimin situates himself behind you. “Darling, is it okay if we try double penetration?” Jimin asks, very shyly.

Your eyes widen a bit. You haven’t tried this with either of them before simply because the thought of it scared you and you also thought it was unsanitary. So you haven’t done this with anyone. You don’t know if you’re ready for that tonight. You’re honestly more open to doing it in one hole for now…Wait could you even do it? Could they both fit… Well it’s worth the shot.

“Could you guys do it in the same… hole?” You try to word out. This feels embarrassing. Your horniess is going to jump out the window trying to have this conversation. Please just agree to it, guys.

The two men sense your timidness and nod.

“Yeah, that sounds more exciting.” Jimin smirks.

“We’ll try it.” Yoongi moves some strands of hair behind your ear to have a better view of your face. God, you’re glad they can’t see you blushing so hard in the darkness of this room with only the moonlight coming in.

“There’s lube in my bedside table.” You mumble not wanting to believe you are saying that out loud.

Both men raise an eyebrow and you playfully hit Yoongi’s chest. Behind you Jimin opens the drawer to retrieve the lube without a comment.

“Damn, Y/N, were you planning this?” Yoongi smirks and you lean forward to kiss him so he won’t be able to say another word.

He takes his opportunity to hold the back of your neck and thrust into you until you have to pull away. Your moans fill the air only fueling the fire inside of Yoongi and Jimin. After a few more seconds Yoongi pulls you off his cock and against his chest stroking your hair. Behind you Jimin opens the lube bottle squirting a generous amount onto his hand. You hear the bottle click shut and he tosses it to the side.

Your head lifts enough to see Jimin stroking his cock in the mirror. Yoongi’s grip on you tightens momentarily as a shocked gasp is pulled from his plump lips. With a look over your shoulder you see Jimin coating Yoongi’s cock with lube. His small fingers wrap expertly around his best friend’s length.

There’s definitely something here you need to uncover in the future, but for now, you enjoy their acts.

When both men are properly lubricated you guide Yoongi back inside of you. He slips in easily and Jimin carefully lines himself at your entrance, and very, very slowly pushes his way in. Oh no, there’s a sting already. You feel a few tears pooling as you try to accept more of him. Fuck. You don’t think you can do this.

“Angel, it’s okay. Just take a deep breath and relax your body. Take as long as you need.” Yoongi reassures you and you nod. Things like this remind you why you love this man so much.

You take his advice, taking short breaks in between to get comfortable as Jimin keeps going. You feel both of them filling you, their cocks stretching you wide. Once they’re fully in, you wait a bit to adjust to the sensation, taking deep breaths to relax yourself. It feels so weird, but so comforting. It’s something you can’t explain unless you experience it.

Yoongi starts to thrust, his cock slamming into your pussy with quick force. Meanwhile, Jimin starts to match his pace, his cock sliding in and out of you in perfect sync with Yoongi's thrusts.

You cry out in pleasure, the sensation of being completely taken overcoming you.

You can't help but scream as the ecstasy builds inside you. Your body starts to shake, and you know you're close. Yoongi and Jimin are not far behind you being much more vocal than any other time you’ve been with either of them. This must feel just as earth shatteringly pleasurable for them as it does for you.

"Fuck, yes!" Jimin growls as he slams into you, his eyes locked on your reflection in the mirror. "That's it, take it all! You’re so good!" His voice is deep, hoarse with desire as he watches your arousal grow with each thrust.

Yoongi’s eyes never leave yours, his expression a mix of pleasure and anticipation. He thrusts deeper, harder, feeling your muscles clench around him as you near your release.

"Fuck, angel, you feel so amazing," he whispers, kissing your sweat-slicked forehead.

Suddenly, the three of you are lost in the throes of passion, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, mixed with your gasps and moans of pleasure.

Just as you think you can't take any more, Yoongi and Jimin both pick up the pace, their bodies moving with a rhythm that's both primal and beautiful. You can feel their erections throbbing inside you. Yoongi takes this opportunity to start kissing your breasts and sucking your nipples. Jimin moves his hand under you to flick at your clit, adding an extra layer of stimulation that sends you over the edge.

Your body tightens around them, signaling that you're about to cum. Yoongi and Jimin feel your muscles contracting around their cocks, and they know that you're about to explode. They both thrust harder, trying to push you over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Jimin growls, his hips bucking wildly. "Finally going to fill you up!"

"I'm close, too," Yoongi gasps, his eyes locked on yours. "You feel so fucking good, angel."

Your body trembles uncontrollably as they continue to fuck you, their cocks hitting your sweet spots over and over. The pleasure builds and builds, until finally, you can't take it anymore.

“F-Fuck! Mmh!” Your orgasm explodes once again through you like a lightning bolt, your body shuddering and quivering. Almost simultaneously Jimin and Yoongi finish inside you. The sensation of their cum fillig you to the brim feels so odd, but equally satisfying. Jimin collapses onto your back panting in his euphoric post orgasm haze.

Jimin pulls out first watching as the mixture of his and Yoongi’s cum drips down the length still inside you. Yoongi pulls you off his length watching as your legs quiver their cum trailing down your leg as he lays you beside him. Jimin goes into your bathroom to grab a towel, dampens it in water, and dabs it gently on your lower regions to clean. Feels as if the evidence of what transpired earlier is being erased. Just like when the clock struck midnight and Cinderella’s transformation became undone. Though, it’s not even midnight right now.

With a soft sigh, you lay down beside Yoongi after Jimin finished cleaning you, your body trying to get comfortable on the bed. The sheets beneath you are a soothing touch against your skin and surprisingly, not really wet at all from the orgasms. You can even feel the residual warmth from the shared moments with Yoongi and Jimin.

Jimin, attuned to the unspoken rhythm of the moment, gracefully positions himself on your other side. He mirrors your movements, creating a seamless transition as he settles beside you. The bed becomes a canvas for this intimate tableau, the three of you forming a gentle embrace.

Now, you find yourself sandwiched between the two men who have become such integral parts of your life. Imagining the scene right now in third person feels weird to think about. The afterglow of shared experiences paints a soft glow on each face, and a sense of tranquility permeates the room. The warmth of their bodies on either side of you creates a space of comfort, a sanctuary.

With a synchronized movement, both Yoongi and Jimin turn onto their sides, facing you. Their arms encircle you in a tender embrace. You really do feel so safe here in their arms. Their fingers trace soothing patterns on your skin, and their touch becomes a delicate dance, a silent expression of their feelings for you.

As you bask in the post-intimacy tranquility, Jimin breaks the serene silence. His voice is a gentle murmur, "So, about what we talked about earlier... any thoughts on who you're leaning towards?" His eyes, a mix of hope and excitement, search yours for an answer.

Many thoughts flood your mind about what to say, and you take a deep breath before responding, "I…still need another day, Jimin. It's not an easy choice. I think this whole thing made it harder for me to decide…" Once you finish speaking, you can sense the disappointment that flickers across both of their expressions, but it's Jimin's reaction that stands out. The excitement that had danced in his eyes begins to fade, replaced by a subtle irritation.

Yoongi nods in understanding, his expression stoic. "Take the time you need, Y/N. We want you to be sure."

Jimin, however, turns his back to you, a silent gesture of frustration. Despite staying in the bed, the shift in his demeanor is noticeable. He remains present physically but seems to withdraw emotionally. Unable to ignore the tension, you decide to address the unspoken. "Jimin, are you okay?" you inquire gently, your voice barely above a whisper. His back remains turned to you, a subtle resistance in his posture.

A sigh escapes him, and he shifts slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine," he mumbles against your pillow, his voice a delicate blend of resignation and disappointment. It's too obvious that he’s not okay with this.

Yoongi, sensing the undercurrents, tightens his hold around you, offering silent reassurance. He understands the complexity of the situation, respecting the need for time and clarity.

In the quiet moments that follow, Jimin speaks up again, his voice softer this time, "I just thought... I don't know. It's frustrating, that's all."

His vulnerability becomes more apparent as he wrestles with the emotions stirred by the unfolding events.

You reach out, your hand gently finding its way to Jimin's shoulder. The touch is a tender acknowledgment, a silent assurance that the complexities of your emotions are not lost on you. "Jimin, I promise to give you guys an answer soon. I just need a little more time…” You think you should tell them about Namjoon telling you he’s in love with you. Transparency rule, right? They would understand you want to think this through more knowing how this is a tough decision. “Namjoon told me he likes me awhile back. He told me I didn’t have to give him my answer right then and there, but now that’s also been stressing me lately.”

Jimin, still facing away from you, visibly tenses at the revelation. It's as if the room, already steeped in complexity, has become even more intricate. Yoongi's grip around you remains steady, but you can feel him tense up a bit from the mention.

"Namjoon?" Yoongi's voice carries a mix of surprise and, perhaps, a hint of insecurity.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Jimin, still facing away, speaks, his voice edged with a touch of frustration. "I... I wanted to figure things out on my own first before bringing it up," you admit, your gaze shifting between Yoongi and Jimin. "It's not like I kept that from you intentionally. I just needed some time to process and evaluate everything."

Jimin remains silent for a moment before speaking, his words measured, "Evaluate things now that you're considering him too?"

Yoongi nods, his expression unreadable. "This doesn't make things any easier for us." he remarks, a hint of weariness in his voice.

He's right, and you know it. Maybe you shouldn’t have opened your big fat mouth. But you had to be honest with them about what’s been going on. Taking a deep breath, you continue, "Namjoon is our best friend too, and I don't want to ignore his feelings. I need to figure out what’s the best thing to do and how it might affect all of us."

Your words hang in the air as you all settle into an uneasy silence. There’s just too much right now leaving you grappling with uncertainty. With a shared understanding that words might not provide the resolution needed at the moment, you decide to let the night take its course.

Yoongi, sensing the need for a change in the atmosphere, suggests, "Let's get some rest. We can talk more tomorrow." He turns to face away from you and wraps himself up more with the blankets and sheets on your bed.

Jimin, still facing away from you, doesn’t say anything.

As you lay there, staring at the ceiling, you can't help but wonder if there’s even a good ending in store for you. You think through hundreds of different scenarios, but can only imagine hurt at the end of them. Sleep eludes you for a while, the pressure of your decision stressing your mind.

The room gradually quiets down, and the soft sounds of nighttime take over.

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February 15 [Friday] You wake up the next morning, entangled in limbs and surrounded by the body warmth from the men who made love to you the night before. You are still half-asleep when you hear a voice calling out your name.

“Y/N…”

When you get up, your eyes bulge out from the immediate sight of Jungkook at the foot of your bed.

“Jungkook? What the fuck.”

You’re so close to yelling, but quickly remind yourself where you are and what day it is. It’s your room at the Beta Tau house and it’s Friday. Wait fuck! Why are Jimin and Yoongi still in your bed? The jolt you did in reaction to Jungkook causes the two men beside you to wake up. Yoongi looks grumpy as he slowly gets up, while Jimin cutely rubs his eyes. Once they make eye to eye contact with Jungkook, they’re wide awake.

“Y/N… Jimin…Hyung… you all need to be more careful.”

“Jungkook, how the fuck did you get in here?” Jimin groans.

“Through the door like a normal fucking person.” Jungkook looks at each of you and sighs. “I knew about Honey and Yoongi that one time, but when the hell did this all happen?”

“Long story.” Yoongi takes this time to respond, rather shortly as he puts his hands through his hair. “I’m not even going to ask right now. It’s 7am in the morning. I was about to go to the gym before class, but saw Jimin didn’t even come back last night and his location was off. I was worried so I came in to ask you and then I see this…” You’re not going to lie, you feel embarrassed that you got caught like this. “Anyways, get back to your rooms before anyone else notices.”

“Jungkook…” You look at him with sincerity in your eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to blabber about this. I wouldn’t want to cause anything bad in the house.” He reassures you and leaves the room. Yoongi and Jimin get off the bed, get dressed and exit the room. They don’t address you as they leave, which leaves you feeling a bit hurt. But you can’t blame them. They were definitely expecting you to pick one of them. Now you told them Joon’s in this …”competition for your affections”. And you said you’d need one more day to give them a response. You wouldn’t be too surprised if they’re mad, even if they’re not explicitly showing it. But you’ll do it today. Nothing will stop you today!

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Anxiety gnaws at you more with time.

As the day progresses, you find yourself immersed in thinking about your school work, while the unresolved situation with Yoongi and Jimin lingers in the background. Despite the attempts of your friends to engage you in conversation during lunch, you can't shake off the cloud of unease that shadows your thoughts.

After your only noon Friday class, you join Taehyung, Namjoon, and Jin for lunch on the lawn behind the Redwood Literature Hall. The atmosphere is somewhat warm as the sun shines brightly. The laughter and casual banter between the guys fills the air. However, your mind remains preoccupied, distant even as you nod and smile along with the conversation.

Namjoon, perceptive as ever, seems to catch on that something is bothering you. Instead of directly addressing it, he smoothly transitions the conversation, attempting to involve you more.

"So what game are we playing for Friday Night Game Night?" he asks, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

"Huh?" You're momentarily caught off guard, the shift from your internal thoughts to external conversation a bit disorienting.

"What? Did you forget we scheduled game night this week, Tiny? We've been trying not to miss doing this at least once a month with everyone," Namjoon chuckles as he reminds you.

"I'm sorry. I've been busy thinking about school work."

"You don't have anything tonight, do you?" Namjoon inquires.

"I..." The truth is: you don't want to have game night tonight. It's ironic how, just a few months ago, you were in Namjoon's shoes—eagerly asking if people would join game night and witnessing the waning interest in one of your favorite pastimes with the Beta Tau boys. Skipping out now might raise suspicions, especially since you assume Yoongi and Jimin will be there. Running away from the situation is not an option.

"No, I don’t. Maybe we could play drunk Jenga with the rules on the blocks? I think it's in Hoseok’s room. I'll ask him for it later." you suggest.

"Ooh, we haven't played that since last year!" Taehyung chimes in, with food in his mouth before swallowing.

"Sounds chill then." Namjoon continues eating some of the salad in his bowl before adding, "Wait, I'm going to have to leave game night a little early because I have to finish helping San and John with a film project in the library. Gonna pull an all-nighter. You guys won't mind?"

"No, we don't mind!" You and Jin say in unison, reassuring him.

"Yeah, go help them. You won't miss too much, well maybe Jimin getting naked or something." Taehyung's playful remark elicits laughter from the group, momentarily lightening the atmosphere. You join in the laughter, appreciating the effort to inject some levity into the conversation. As you all finish your lunch and head separate ways, you continue to prep yourself internally to confront them with a final answer. But when?!

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Before you know it, you’re there.

Night falls, and all the boys gather around the expansive U-shaped couch in the living room of the Beta Tau house. The room is bathed in lighting of string lights hung haphazardly across the walls. Jin hung them months ago after he found out how much nicer the house looked with ambient lighting on at night. The music resonates from the Samsung TV, streaming from someone's Spotify account—most likely Jungkook's, given how similar the songs are to your music tastes.

On the coffee table sits an array of American and Korean snacks, creating a tempting spread that the guys start to grab. The assortment includes chips, popcorn, and desserts, complemented by an enticing mix of beer and soju. You grab one of the Strawberry flavored sojus and take a sip out of it. Mmm. Still gives you trauma from your first college hangover, but you need it to get through this night. Your eyes shift to Yoongi and Jimin, who sit to your right, conversing with Namjoon and Jungkook. You haven’t talked to them all day and you’re wondering if something is actually up beyond what they say.

Sudden anticipation rises as Hoseok makes a grand entrance, unveiling his stash of hard liquors from the top kitchen cabinet, eliciting cheers and excitement from everyone in the room. Hoseok, holding up a bottle of whiskey, interrupts the banter, "Enough chit-chat. Who's up for some real fun?"

Taehyung, his eyes gleaming with excitement, exclaims, "Count me in for anything that involves these bottles." He starts looking through all the bottles..

“You really went all out tonight! Some of these are expensive as fuck.” Jungkook, clearly impressed, examines a bottle labeled "The Yamazaki" and asks, "Hyung, how did you manage to snag this one?”

“My sister’s boyfriend gifted this one to me.” He giggles, grabbing shot glasses to place on the table for everyone. "Enough about that, we're doing shots out of this whiskey.” He gestures for everyone to grab a glass as he pours everyone up. Raising their glasses in the air, Jin proposes a toast, "To being single, wild, and free!"

That’s…for fucks sake.

The room falls into an awkward silence as everyone stares at Jin, confused by the unexpected toast. “What? Are we not single, wild, and free?”

“Hyung, it’s...that was just weird.” Jimin narrows his eyes, clearly puzzled by the sentiment.

“Just take the shot already, guys!” Jin chuckles, his ears reddening from embarrassment in the face of the disapproval of his toast. The room erupts into laughter, breaking the brief awkwardness, and everyone throws back their shots, the smooth whiskey burning down your throat. The hints of fruit to the wood-like taste made it somewhat bearable. You’re definitely a soju and wine girl. You don’t know how the guys love hard liquor.

As the whiskey warms everyone up, the group gathers on the floor around the coffee table, where the Drunk Jenga tower awaits its fate. The wooden blocks contain a unique challenge or rule at the bottom of it that you must do when you decide to move it.

Namjoon, already showing signs of tipsiness, gives the tower a skeptical look. "This better be worth the trouble."

Jimin, on the other hand, seems more excited, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Come on, Kim Namjoon, where's your sense of adventure?"

The first few turns are light and easy, with challenges like “Arm Wrestle", “Make an animal noise” and "clothes swap". The atmosphere is lively, and the guys are getting into the spirit of the game.

As the rounds progress, you all reach for your drinks more frequently, the clinking of glasses punctuating the room's growing merriment. The initial caution around the game transitions into a more carefree atmosphere as bottles are passed around and everyone takes hearty swigs between turns.

Namjoon, always one to embrace a challenge, starts pouring stronger drinks for himself, Yoongi, and Jimin. "Let's spice things up, boys!"

The room resonates with laughter and cheers as the alcohol takes its toll. Yoongi, normally reserved, finds himself loosening up, his witty remarks becoming bolder. Jimin, with his playful nature, encourages everyone to take bigger sips, and everyone starts getting more suggestive blocks.

The tower, now a precarious construction of wooden blocks, becomes the focal point of the party. Namjoon, fueled by liquid courage, seizes a block that reads, "Twerk on a table."

A hush falls over the room as Namjoon considers the challenge. Without a second thought, he positions himself on a sturdy table, sending the tower into a swaying frenzy. The guys watch in a mix of shock and amusement as Namjoon begins a twerking performance, his moves dangerously close to toppling both the tower and the table.

Jin, caught between laughter and concern, yells, "Namjoon, be careful! We can't afford to lose the Jenga tower yet!"

Namjoon, lost in the moment, twerks with unbridled enthusiasm, nearly bringing chaos to the game. The room erupts in cheers and applause as he completes the challenge, stumbling off the table with a triumphant grin.

As he gets off the table, he seems to be out of it, but then sobers up suddenly to say, “Fuck, I gotta go meet up with the other guys. I’m gonna call it a night for me!”

Everyone bids him goodnight as he probably won’t be back until the next morning. He grabs a jacket, a hangover drink from the fridge and water before you watch him head out the door. You hope he’ll be fine.

You all continue playing, the tower becomes less stable. It was Yoongi’s turn next. He pulls a block with finesse, reading it aloud, "Kiss, Marry Kill? You mean Fuck, marry, kill?"

Taehyung grins, rubbing his hands together, clearly enjoying the chance to make Yoongi spill. "Alright, pick 3 of Honey’s girl friends."

Uh what. Did he just seriously just ask that? You immediately raise an eyebrow at Taehyung for saying such a thing, but he doesn’t notice. Wait, is it bad that you're reacting like this? But that’s so weird to ask in general.

"I don't think I can answer that." Yoongi responds directly with a cold tone. He grabs one of the bottles of soju from the variety pack next to the table in preparation to pour in his shot glass as he chooses to take a drink instead of answering. It makes sense to you why he wouldn’t answer, given what he confessed the night before.

Though, the tension in the room becomes palpable as Taehyung's question hangs in the air, seeming to try to think of a way to convince him to respond. The playful atmosphere takes a sharp turn, and you can sense Yoongi's discomfort with the unexpected question.

A tense silence lingers for a moment before Jimin, unable to resist the opportunity to stir the pot, chimes in, "Why not, Yoongi? It's just a game. Scared your choices will upset someone?"

What’s he up to? You don’t get what he’s talking about. He must be drunk. You see Jungkook and Hoseok rush to get water to sober him up, sensing trouble. Taehyung and Jin sit there watching, unable to move as they’re also confused as to why Jimin is trying to incite something.

You shoot Jimin a sharp look, your patience wearing thin. "Jimin, he can answer it if he wants. It's just a game."

He smirks, an edge of bitterness in his tone, "Yeah, just a game. Just like this whole situation we’re in, right?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Your eyes narrow, the playful atmosphere taking a sour turn.

Yoongi, sensing the escalating tension, intervenes, "Alright, enough. Let's not ruin the night with unnecessary bullshit. I’ll take the shot and we move on."

The other guys are very confused at the sudden argument happening. Oh god, if Jimin doesn’t shut up right now, everyone’s going to find out.

You roll your eyes, growing weary of the veiled remarks. "Jimin, seriously, just drop it. This is not the time or place. It’s Friday Night Game Night."

He smirks again, a calculated move to get under your skin, "Oh, but when you’re the one deciding the time and place for stuff and never going through with things, that’s fine?"

"Hey, we talked about this already. Why are you acting like this?” Yoongi becomes growingly frustrated. Okay? What did they talk about that you’re missing out on exactly? This is getting ridiculous. You’re clearly missing a big piece of a puzzle that you didn’t know existed.

Jimin ignores his efforts of mediation, unwilling to let it go. "Maybe if someone could actually make a decision, we wouldn't have to keep playing these games."

Your patience snaps, and you retort, "Maybe if someone wasn’t acting like a child, we could go outside and have a mature conversation about whatever you’re fucking on about!"

“Maybe if I fucking told you earlier about the pact me, Yoongi, and Namjoon made in high school. We wouldn’t have ever gotten in this dumb ass de—” Jimin’s words are immediately cut off by Yoongi’s attempt to shut him up by covering his mouth. A struggle ensues as Jimin fights to break free.

Your eyes widen, a mix of shock and seething anger crossing your face. "Hold on. What? What pact? This is all news to me."

Your mind races, trying to comprehend the revelation. A pact made in high school? Over what? Don’t fucking say it’s a pact so they wouldn’t sleep with you. What the fuck. The realization hits like a sucker punch, leaving you feeling betrayed and blindsided. How could they have gotten into this fuck buddies deal and have clearly broken the honesty rule since day 0? Even though you were feeling bad only a few months ago when you had slept with Jimin. But at least you came clean to Yoongi as soon as you could.

But what the hell is this?! Who in this damn world would be okay with hearing their own best friends making some fucking bro code deal under the table?

Yoongi groans, speaking calmly, "It was supposed to be a stupid thing, just a way to avoid drama between us. I didn’t think it mattered anymore. We didn't think it would become a big deal anyways."

Your voice trembles with a mix of anger and hurt, "A big deal? You guys are my best friends and hid some fucking pact that you made a few years ago? How is that not a big deal?"

Jimin uses whatever strength he has while drunk to free himself from Yoongi's clutches. Though, his expression remains unapologetic, he shrugs, "It was for the best…at the time. We didn't want to ruin our friendship over a girl. Didn’t think it would affect us as much as it did. "

You scoff, disbelief coloring your tone, "A girl? I’m literally your fucking best friend, Park. So, what, you guys broke it how? Deciding to fuck me and forget your bro code!?”

Fuck.

As if the universe was suddenly signaling the end of this ordeal, the sudden jolt you made as you yelled at him causes the jenga tower to fall. The wooden blocks scatter across the table and on the floor, making the impact of the argument land even harder.

The bomb was dropped.

The room is engulfed in a heavy silence, the weight of the revelations settling in like a thick fog. The other guys exchange uncomfortable glances, sensing the gravity of the situation. Taehyung’s jaw is on the floor as he glances around, but cannot say anything. You hope to God he just doesn’t either. Knowing him, he’s going to make things worse without trying. Jin rubs his temples, while looking stressed, but somehow not that surprised. Jungkook and Hoseok return with water bottles, trying to diffuse the tension by offering it to Jimin. They also heard everything as they were in the kitchen, but do not comment on it. Jungkook was the only one who knew, but even then, the deal and pact is definitely news to everyone else.

This doesn’t stop the emotions swirling within you. Unlocking Pandora’s box that revealed the pact feels like a betrayal. You just can’t believe a secret pact between your best friends was kept hidden for years. How long? Was this when you were dating Yeonjun or even before those events? What about during the virginity race? Jimin's nonchalant attitude adds fuel to the fire, leaving you feeling beyond upset, hurt, and confused. He’s choosing not to answer your question.

It has to be because you hit the nail.

Yoongi, attempting to diffuse the tension, steps forward, "Look, we didn't plan for this to happen. We didn't think it through, and it got out of hand. We're sorry for not telling you earlier."

His apology hangs in the air, and you struggle to find the right words. You’re livid and they don’t even get it. Anxiety builds within you and now, the air starts to feel thick in this room, and everything seems to close in on you. You think you’re going to throw up if you continue staying in this room around them.

“Um, guys…maybe we should take a step back, cool off a bit. I have a lot of questions, but we can talk about this more calmly later." Jin, always the peacemaker, breaks the silence cautiously.

“Yeah, let’s take a break for now to sober up.” Hoseok adds.

Yoongi nods, a mixture of frustration and resignation settling in. "Yeah, maybe we should."

It would be good to step back right now and get your head wrapped around all of this, but you need to leave the house to do that. You can’t be around them right now. You need to go see Hwasa. Jieun. Soohyun. Soyoon. Fuck if you know who else, but you just can’t be here any longer.

"I'm leaving." Standing abruptly, you snatch your phone from the couch and grab your hoodie hanging by a chair. The room falls silent as you declare your departure, the heaviness of betrayal settling in your chest. Fueled by anxiety – the urge to throw up and the sting of unshed tears. You never envisioned yourself in this situation, feeling deceived and in a way, taken advantage of.

"What?" The question from Yoongi hangs in the air, a desperate plea for an explanation. You move towards the door in a hurried rush, a whirlwind of emotions overwhelming you.

As you make your way to the exit, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook rush towards you, concern etched on their faces. They don’t want to let you out while you’re drunk and vulnerable, but you’re too out of it to consider that. Jimin remains seated on the floor next to Taehyung and Jin, waiting for the inevitable. Yoongi attempts to grab your hand, a gesture of known comfort, but you vehemently shoo it away.

"Don't touch me!" The words escape you, laden with hurt. You’re caught offguard by your own voice coming out. You come to a sudden halt, attempting to regain control over your breathing, needing to calm the storm within before you say things you don’t mean. The truth hangs heavy in the air, and you feel compelled to address the turmoil.

"I...I genuinely love you guys a lot." The confession spills out, a raw and explicit expression of the emotions coursing through you. "I struggled so much, agonizing over who to choose because I can't imagine a world without either of you by my side. The same goes for Joon. I enjoyed the times we had during this deal, but I wasn't going to pick any of you.” You turn to look at Jimin’s direction, who refuses to face you. “I wanted to put our friendship first and minimize any damage out of love and respect for you guys. But it seems like you guys weren't even considering that when breaking your little fucking pact!" The words linger, a bitter truth exposed in the wake of shattered expectations.

Yoongi stands there unable to respond, frustrated. Your eyes lock with his. Tears glisten on the brink of falling, reflecting a different kind of hurt behind his eyes – a hurt you can't bring yourself to delve into at this moment. Not in your current state.

Choosing to break the eye contact first, you turn away and head out the door, leaving the Beta Tau house behind. You don’t know when you’ll be back. You don’t want to be back anytime soon.

You headed to Hwasa's dorm, hoping to God that she's in that dorm on this Friday night. Because you're going to fall apart at any second as you trudge through the streets and onto campus.

As you make your way through the campus, you find your gaze involuntarily drawn towards the library. The familiar sight triggers the reflex to seek solace in Namjoon's company. Under normal circumstances, he would be your go-to person when something immediately troubled you or when things went awry with Yoongi and Jimin. However, this time feels different.

You shouldn’t go see him for now.

You carry on going onto the path toward Hwasa's dorm, hoping she's there to provide you support and understanding you desperately need in this moment of vulnerability. The anticipation and anxiety mount as you reach the building, your hands trembling as you dial Hwasa's number, yearning for a comforting voice in the chaos that has engulfed you.

“Y/N? Hey? What’s up—” “Please come to the front of your dorm building.” You interrupt her before she kept on speaking.

“Wait, Y/N what’s wrong—”

It’s this simple question that becomes the tipping point to you finally bursting out in sobs. No guys to hold you back, no deal to keep thinking about anymore.

“I-It’s over.”

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tbc ?!!??! :O a/n: welp. the bomb was dropped. um. yes, that really just happened. the next chapter will be ... insane as well. I'm already writing it and I want you all to prepare yourselves! Anyone have any thoughts or theories on what will happen to our favorite quad and the rest of the house? i'd love to hear about them so lmk hehehe thank you all for reading!

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stormblessed95 · 2 years ago

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Hi Stormy! (I’m going to call you that 😃).

Can you speak a little bit about how Jimin has always been so aware of himself, so in tune with the values and culture HE subscribes to? And how he is more of an alpha than JK? I’m not talking about him possibly being queer. But perhaps that too. He has always been so aware of what he is as a person, and has never been afraid to voice it. Case in point: when JK takes a selfie and JM wants to see it and V points out that men don’t check their selfies and he immediately responds, without a beat, questioning that stance and going what are men?!

How he knows he is an idol and knows his responsibilities regarding that. He is the second leader, when Namjoon is a bit down or would be if the latter wasn’t around despite there being the other older members of the group - such as Yoongi.

This is why I will never understand what possesses people to write fanfics where Jimin is subservient, almost weak (in some cases weak), emotionally unstable or someone who has no mind of his own. The guy exudes big dick energy and so many people denying it almost makes me question whether I’m crazy for thinking so.

I don't really ascribe to or put real-world values into the description terms of things like "alpha." Because none of the members would fit into what a stereotypical "alpha male" is, considering it's a) a fictional term, and b) honestly used in the real world as something almost bad, and characteristic of a man you would want to avoid, aka, a walking red flag. I think you are instead thinking more of a dominant, leadership type personality. Which Jimin is. I think you'd enjoy the posts in the Jimin section of my masterlist, where I touch on his duality, his confidence and some of personality. Which would be here

I'd also recommend this post, which honestly was me just sharing how I got started on tumblr. Which was in an anon ask ranting about the fandoms perception of Jimin. So you can read that here. Yes, I am the anon in the post lol

The other post worth mentioning here is more so in regards to your last paragraph. About people feminizing the hell out of Jimin. And that honestly just mostly comes down to issues in fanfic writing and real life, where mlm relationships are fetishized like crazy. It's also homophobia, misogyny and sexism too. But you can read my rant about that here too

We CAN and SHOULD talk about the way Jimin expresses gender and queerness and everything else he shares with us. As well as talk about his softer side, his feminine side, his dominant side, his masculine side, his leader side and his baby side. The problem is people trying to put the members into boxes, which box it is they like best. You can't put Jimin or the others into a box because they are multi faceted complex human beings who are more than one side of their personality. People need to stop cherry picking which side they like best.

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blublublujk · 10 months ago

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if you see this hi again, i know you guys are tired of me doing this, but i need help AGAIN. i’ve been wanting to post however, tbh idk what to post i have a lot in my drafts, but have no clue what i wanna actually post please help me choose and i’ll post within this week or next depending on what is chosen :))

these all will be posted eventually (so i hope), but i just have no motivation to write anything so this poll will help me decide and commit, thank you! >.<

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deijiyong · 6 months ago

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Chapter Four: Month's worth of Kisses

Navigation Previous chapter | Story Masterlist | Next chapter Chapter word count 4,040 words. Chapter warnings/tags Another one-sided mlm crush (gyeomkook), the long awaited meeting of namjoon, aannnddd jungkook's initial man-crush on joon, wingman bambam, jungkook mentions sucking tae off (to get someone to back off), harry potter reference (don't at me I know she stayed in the w/c)

"What's eating you?"

Jungkook glances up, his hand paused in his writing as he finds a set of twin towers in front of where he sits at the library. One looks familiar while the other is definitely a stranger. He narrows his eyes as he tries to place the one that looks familiar, but even if he wants to, the boy's name slips just out of his reach.

"Yugyeom," the one he remembers says, a smile on his lips as he pulls out a chair while tossing a finger at his companion, "This is my friend Bambam."

"Oh, Yugyeom."

Bambam dies, his face contorts in joy as he slaps his knee, "He didn't even remember your name, bro."

Yugyeom elbows his friend to settle him down, "So, what's up?"

Jungkook sighs, dropping his pen down and leaning back in his chair. The library was not a place to have a discussion, but as they were the only three there it couldn't harm anyone but maybe Moaning Myrtle; if she had transferred from Hogwarts, that is. "I got caught out after curfew last night. It's nothing big. I just don't get in trouble, you know?"

Bambam rolls his eyes.

Yugyeom ignores his friend, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, "Dang in the first week? I bet that was rough. I heard Itaewon's RA was raving well into the night. You must have gotten an earful."

The corner of Jungkook's lips twitched, "That's the thing, I didn't."

Both boys across from him seem surprised. "Then who got yelled at?" Bambam questions, interest clearly covering him now that they've heard that one counter statement.

"The other RA," he looks down at his hands, "I building (Itaewon) has co-RAs. One of them stood up for me since we had gone out for dinner together. That's how I didn't get yelled at. The other RA took all the yelling from his roommate."

"Tae, right?" It's Yugyeom who asks, "My friend said he's the nicer of the two RAs."

Jungkook nods. He didn't realize that the fight between the two RAs over him missing curfew had already spread around campus. It hadn't even been a day yet. He chews his lip, if he had known that the gossip spread so fast, he wouldn't have skipped his weightlifting class again. There was no doubt in his mind that Taehyung had already found out about that if some of the recluse cinematography majors had heard about something that should have been contained to I building.

"Better be careful from now on then," Yugyeom's sweet voice reminds him, "You don't want to cause any more fights between them. I hear they're best friends that rarely fight. You probably did a number on them last night if they argued most of the night over your returning late to the dorm."

"Jimin's just jealous," Bambam counters boldly.

"Jealous?"

Yugyeom slaps his friend, "Ignore him. It's just gossip, you don't need to worry about it. Uhm, I actually came over here with a purpose." He leans forward, "Have you made any headway on your semester project? I'm struggling with picking a topic. Bam thinks I should just pick something like my secondary passion for niche dances, but that doesn't seem to follow the feeling of the project, you know? Did you already pick something?"

"I have a few ideas," Jungkook frowns, "Well, maybe just a couple," he corrects as he remembers how angry Jimin seemed to be with him. There was no way that he could ask the RA to help him now.

"A few of us cinematography majors were going to get together on Saturday night to spitball ideas. Most of us share the same class, but I didn't remember seeing you in my class, so I thought I would extend the invite to you."

"He also wants your number," Bambam claims, pulling a phone from Yugyeom's pocket of his denim jacket to pass over the table. "The passcode is one-one-one-seven."

"Bam!"

The leggy friend shrugs, "We both know you weren't ever going to ask him yourself."

Yugyeom shrinks down in his seat, watching Jungkook quietly. Jungkook envies his cinematography ally for having such an extroverted friend who helps him get what he needs to stay afloat. He puts in the code that Bambam had supplied him, quickly opening the phone app to put in his number and save it for Yugyeom. Jungkook hands the device back over, copying the tall boy's smile when he realizes that he has really just gotten a new phone number thanks to his friend's help. "I'll text you the address where we plan to meet!"

"I appreciate it," JK grins, picking his pen back up. "Oh, also," he stops himself from diving back into studying, "Do you have all the notes from last Tuesday? I missed the beginning of the class and wasn't sure who to ask."

"Yeah," Yugyeom smiles prettily, "I can send them over as a PDF later."

Bambam rolls his eyes again as he stands, pushing his friend from his chair, "Yeah, yeah, let's go. You're practically drooling."

"I am not!" Yugyeom yells at his friend while following behind him in his retreat.

Jungkook watches the two boys leave, not sure what that whole last minute was about, but he shrugs it off as he looks back down at his notepad. He taps his pen against the JM he had jotted down under possibilities. With a sigh, he scribbles over the two letters as he remembers what the two boys that just left had told him. Taehyung and Jimin had fought through most of the night because of him - the two best friends who rarely fought. That was his doing.

New Jungkook was ruining friendships.

He shakes his head as he slaps his notepad closed and starts loading all his materials back into his messenger bag. If this was the consequence of him trying to be a new, better version of himself then he would have to put off being New Jungkook for a while. Maybe just until the end of his first semester. He needed to focus on this semester's project about movement anyway.

Jungkook pulls the strap of his bag onto his shoulder as he makes his way out of the library. It was already getting dark outside, which means once again he had lost track of the time. He takes off at a jog as he was on the opposite side of campus. There was no way that Jimin nor Taehyung would forgive him if he was late returning today and he couldn't make them think he was unreliable. He's panting as he enters I building, hands on his waist as he stares down at the white subway tiles of the ground floor. The rest of the building was covered in aged gray carpeting that had seen better years, but the front foyer and most of the first floor was covered in sleek white subway tiles.

He stands up straight, eyes falling on Jimin who is curled up on the couch with a thickly bound paper script of some kind. He seems to have already dressed down, stretchy black drop crotch pants on his legs, some unidentifiable dark water splotched shirt covered by a loose black cardigan that was definitely not something a guy would wear. His feet are tucked up on the couch as he reads comfortably, probably not even realizing that it was Jungkook that had walked into the dorm building just a few minutes before the curfew was to take place.

Jungkook doesn't figure he would get a greeting either way. He turns and makes his way towards the stairs for the second floor. He had been somewhat lucky despite his three-person room to have been given one of the highly-requested second-floor rooms. In his opinion, being so close to the RA's room wasn't really considered a benefit, now that he was in danger of angering one of them irreparably and causing immeasurable discomfort to the other. Not that it had been all sunshine on his end either. One moment being lifted up because he was now an adult and shot down in the next to be relabeled as a kid within the same breath.

"Good night, Jungkook."

He stops and turns at his waist. Jimin was still focused on his book, but he was sure those three words had come from the RA's lips. No one else had that same airy tone that Jimin had. Jungkook opens his mouth to tell him goodnight as well but closes it just as fast. He didn't want to be sent to his room again like the night before. He wanted to prove to Jimin that he was a mature adult and could do better. He would do better.

He dumps his bag on his bed, both of his roommates nowhere in sight. He takes that small moment to sit there on the edge of his bed, eyes on his hands as he makes a declaration.

Taehyung and Jimin could not interfere with his schooling.

His major was hard enough as it was without added stress or harming others.

From this moment on, he would grow as an adult at his pace. He didn't need to feel cool being called out by his older RA's to go to parties. He needed to focus on his classes, workload, and making friends in his own major. Narrowing his sights would give him some clarity that he definitely needed given the past week. You can do this, Jungkook.

It just takes some discipline.

Jimin finds his eyes following the freshman he had taken a keen liking to far before his roommate had declared him as NFF. Jungkook is facing one of the wall-length mirrors in the gym, doing bicep curls on his right arm. When he had brought up Jungkook missing more classes with Taehyung, his friend had said he would talk to him again. The only reason Jimin hadn't brought it up himself was anger. He was still mad about how he handled Jungkook returning late with Taehyung. For previous NFFs, he had never batted an eye when Taehyung would bring them home late nor would he care if those freshmen would be labeled as bad kids when they would drag them to frat parties every week.

Jungkook had been an exception for him. One he didn't understand.

He dips to pick up his bottle of water as he watches the freshman switch arms, almost losing his open bottle when he realizes in the past month that Jungkook had upgraded to 40lbs weights. Jimin had been keeping an eye on his weight training since he returned back to class. At first, it was just to make sure he was there. Now, he licks his lips as he watches how the freshman's muscles show a prominent bulge forming in his arms.

"Hey Jimin!"

The RA trips, hiding behind the person who had called out to him, "Don't say my name," he begs. After a few moments, he glances around the side of the person before realizing the coast was clear. Jimin wipes his mouth to engage with the person before him, "What's up, Hobi?"

Hoseok, or as some freshmen referred to him as Hobi, is a tall dance major with amazing control over his long limbs. He's able to create whole choreographies within moments and rain sunshine down on his audience with a smile alone. The difference between him and Jimin was their focus; Hobi was a hip-hop focus to Jimin's classical. Hobi runs a towel over his face as he stares down at the I building RA, "I haven't seen Tae around much lately. Do you remember how he hangs around the practice rooms sometimes to kill time? Put in some photos for his portfolio? He's been a ghost for the past month."

It was true. Taehyung had been a ghost in their own dorm room; even shirking his RA duties. This was his fault, really, Taehyung was very sensitive when it came to yelling. It didn't matter how many times Jimin apologized for his misdirected anger, Tae would still sulk about it and if it was as bad as it was now, Jimin wouldn't see him for days. When they had first become roommates, it had scared Jimin more than once how easily Taehyung could distance himself from people or problems. "We had a small fight. He's probably just switching up his hangout spot since we haven't completely reconciled."

"Oh," Hobi frowns at the new information. "Can you help me ask him if he'll record my practice? I want to see if I'm messing up anywhere before that review in the second week of December."

"Well, I can try," Jimin forces a smile, "He's not really answering my texts."

Hoseok frowns, Jimin and Taehyung rarely fought, but when they did no one ever knew how to interact with them. It was as if they were a couple on the brink of divorce and no one wanted to sway their decision one way or the other - reuniting or the inevitable breakup. They always returned to each other stronger, Jimin or Tae swallowing their pride and approaching the other depending upon whose fault it was. Maybe that was a soulmate thing, Hoseok wondered as he tried to think of something to say.

"If not, I know a cinematography major that might be able to help," Jimin mumbles, clearly unsure, "Not that I've ever seen any of his work, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"You do?"

Jimin brushes his hair back, eyes moving to the other side of the gym, the tall freshman nowhere in sight. It pulls a frown to his lips as he nods, "Yeah, Tae's NFF is a cinematography major."

"Ok, cool, let me know. My schedule is pretty flexible this year, but I really should get that done before the 10th."

"I'll text you," Jimin agrees before he pulls away from the other dance major. Part of him hoped that he might meet up with Jungkook in the locker room before he showered, but it was empty except for a few stray people coming in. He sighs, was the freshman avoiding him because of his fight with Tae? Or was he avoiding Jimin because he got angry at Jungkook? Maybe it was both. "You need to apologize, " Jimin tells himself as he grabs a towel from the locker he's placed his stuff in, "Apologize and accept that he may never let you close again."

Jungkook yawns into his curled fist, eyes squeezed shut before they give way to the bustling library around him. Even though Yugyeom was in a different class slot than he was, it had become commonplace for them to meet up at the library to study together. Bambam tagged along as a silence breaker - always one to bring up a moment while they gamed together over the weekend when Jungkook completely destroyed the team they were up against. Moments like this, JK missed how Yugyeom's fair ears would turn pink as Jungkook would always have to watch his back so no one on the opposing team could take him out. They were sort of like the three musketeers minus the ancient robes and feathered hats.

"Which clip did you think was a POV? If it's told from our point-of-view, you think I would easily be able to figure it out," Yugyeom whines.

Jungkook grins, leaning forward to look at the tablet in the boy's hands, "It's definitely B," he explains as he presses play on the video, "See how the story develops from the perspective of the cameraman? The reactions are in direct correlation with the person watching."

"Ah," Yugyeom frowns down at the screen. "That does make sense."

"You're so dumb," Bambam laughs, hitting his friend on the shoulder, "I may not have known the term, but anyone could tell that."

Jungkook sits back in his chair, eyes focused on the two boys, "clip A is a montage and clip C is a close-up for a news anchor. B was the only answer you could pick if you understood what A and C were." He recalls when he was little, his father had gifted him his first camera that recorded only on VHS tapes - it was an outdated model even for the time, but his father figured that would be as good as any considering he was just a kid. Jungkook hadn't minded the gift, he often would experiment with shots, sliding in or zooming out really fast. Tilting the camera just off-balance to give the shot some mystery. He had spent a whole summer collecting different ways to use his camera and spliced together home videos for the family to sit around and watch together once winter came.

Those films he would never share with his friends, they were precious memories, but the ones he had put together during high school - those were his favorite. He had rented a camera from the AV club since he was a member and put together videos for special events for the school. His principal had liked his material so much that he had been requested to film the commercial for the school's spring festival. Even if he was sure it wasn't so, the principal had praised him for the increase in revenue and people who had shown up that year. It was still strange to him that his father could think that film-making was only a hobby for him. He should have known since the first time he had given Jungkook a camera that he would fall in love with storytelling. It was his bliss.

"Are we going to that party this weekend?"

Yugyeom frowns, "Bam, we were gonna play that league match this weekend."

"We can play League anytime," Bambam rolls his eyes. "This is a university party. Our first as freshmen. We deserve to unwind a little since the semester is almost half over."

Jungkook watches the two bicker for a few moments before returning to his own homework. Unlike Yugyeom, he wasn't on the online quiz that his film friend was still working on. He was, however, milling over the project that was due the day before they were released for winter. JK had been leaning towards asking his RA if he would be okay with being filmed for this project since it was a big part of his grade this first semester. He had even written Jimin's name out next to the scribbled out initials from before as he stared down at those letters.

He hadn't talked to either of the RAs since he got in trouble. The time he wasn't doing homework, in-class, or working out was spent with Yugyeom and Bambam. Jungkook did catch sight of Jimin from time to time, whether in his gym class or the times he would cut it close to curfew; but that didn't mean he talked to him. Tae, however, he hadn't seen much of since he found out that they had fought most of the night he had been sent to his room. He needed to find him. Jungkook starts piling his things back into his bag, earning the eyes of his friends.

"Where- what's up, Gguk?"

JK looks at Yugyeom and Bambam, "I forgot I needed to do something today. I'll catch you later."

"Let us know if you're going to the party!" Bambam reminds him.

Jungkook lifts his hand holding his phone as he waves goodbye to the two before he runs out of the library. He picks up his pace as he heads towards the Fine Arts building a few yards away and slides in easily behind one of the pretentious girls with pigtails and paint-covered overalls. He ignores them when they shout at him as he heads for the second floor, following signs vaguely as he rounds and stops at a set of open doors on the landing. The far wall is full of windows and natural light as he walks into the room, his mind still racing to find his RA as he looks around the room.

"Who are you?"

Jungkook turns to see a tall man with thick brown glasses, a mullet with lavender streaks on either side, and dimples. His first thought was if this was a teacher, he was willing to buy into all those stupid teacher-student tropes right now; because he's gorgeous.

"Joon, calm down," a familiar deep voice comes as Taehyung rounds from behind a sectioned off piece of the room. He comes to a halt when he sees Jungkook, "JK, what are you doing here?"

Joon, that name brings back a sour feeling in his stomach. He glares at the tall man, now noticing flaws in him that weren't there originally as he puts his full attention back on his friend. "I haven't seen you in a while. I was worried." He steps closer to his RA, noting how he's back to his eccentric clothes. This time he's wearing purple bell bottoms and a gold and flower print shirt that, he's positive, only Taehyung could make work. He would look rather ridiculous in that outfit.

"Well, I gave you your space," Tae frowns, "I did try talking to you a few days after that."

"Yeah," Jungkook sighs, "I'm sorry, Tae."

His friend just offers him a smile and a shrug of his shoulders as they look at each other. Taehyung, between the two of them, was not the shy one. He always had something to talk about so that no one would be bored and everyone usually felt included. It was one of his quirks that made him one of the best RAs, in Jungkook's opinion.

"Are you two done kissing? I need to finish that talk with you, Tae."

Jungkook rolls his eyes up to the tall man he had previously felt was very handsome; maybe if his attitude didn't suck. Oh, and the fact that he had hurt Yoongi, maybe then. Jungkook leans into the tall guy, bracing his hand against the room divider to grin up at the mullet man, "I wasn't done with him, so you might have to wait your turn. He owes me a month's worth of kisses and if he's lucky I might even suck him off. You're free to wait around."

Joon looks between Jungkook and Taehyung, rolls his eyes, and leaves the room.

Taehyung bursts out in giggles, wrapping an arm over Jungkook's shoulders as he leans on him. He had never seen Joon so put off by a situation when it came to a freshmen before. He pulls back to stare at the film major, "Where did that come from? Yoongi would have been proud."

The freshmen shrugs, "The guy annoyed me." He releases a breath and brushes back his hair that's grown quite a bit since the month he'd last talked to Taehyung, "How is Yoongi?"

"Holding strong," Tae grins, "He keeps asking where you disappeared to. I think he has taken a liking to you since that party."

Jungkook grins, "Speaking of parties, are you going to the one this weekend?"

"Are you?"

Jungkook shrugs and pushes his hands into his jeans, "I mean, my friends invited me to go with them. I just haven't had good experiences at university parties."

"You should go," Tae reassures, running a hand down Jungkook's bicep. "I'll probably make an appearance to keep Jimin out of trouble, but I won't stay the whole time. I'm working on some paintings for my semester project."

"I'm sorry, by the way. I didn't mean to cause a fight between the two of you."

Taehyung blinks, lips pursed, "What are you talking about?"

"A bunch of kids from the other dorm told me that you and Jimin fought most of the night, that night."

"Oh," Tae laughs, "I keep forgetting how fast gossip travels here." He leans back against the portion that was divided into his own personal space, "Don't worry about Jimin and me. We're soulmates. Even if we stumble, we always go back to each other. It just happened to hit right when we started getting serious on our own projects - so our timing is off right now. We'll be fine again before winter break. Don't worry."

"So I'll see you at the party?"

Taehyung nods, "I'll make sure to find you before I leave. Just be careful, okay? You were fine at the first one since Jimin was there with you most of the time, but people can be a bit pushy if you're not ready for it."

Jungkook nods, "I'll remember that."

"Have fun."

©️Deijiyong, 2023.

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koko-bopp · 5 years ago

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Coffee — kim namjoon

kim namjoon x gender neutral!reader

word count – 0.9K

genre – fluff, major fluff. Non-idol!au

warnings – none

synopsis – namjoon thinks the barista at his local cafe is kinda cute

"Who's that?"

Yoongi glared at his friend, before looking in the direction Namjoon bopped his head towards, "Who's what?"

"Who's that?" Namjoon repeated, this time a bit of annoyance coming from his tone, partly because Yoongi didn't seem to be as enthusiastic despite seeing such a good looking person.

"If you read the name tag, you think you'd know," Yoongi said, rolling his eyes as he glanced back at his lecture notes, writing his own down as he ignored Namjoon's disappointed pout.

"Damn," Namjoon said, looking back at you. Hopefully, he wasn't being stalkerish, but he was fixated on the smile you gave everyone that walked through the door of the cafe. You may just be waiting tables and making coffee, but there was elegance in the behaviour that Namjoon admired, like you liked your job. "If there is a God, she sure wasn't playing around."

Yoongi couldn't help but cough out an aired laugh, looking up to see the barista Namjoon was staring at, "You know, you could ask for a number or something, might be a bit weird to watch," Yoongi suggested.

"No, are you crazy?" Namjoon argued, putting his pen down dramatically, "How would you even know if someone's into dudes?"

Yoongi looked at his friend with a disappointed frown, "You ask them, Nams. You ask them."

Namjoon knew he was overreacting, maybe the caffeine from the last hour, plus the report he needed to give in, plus the sleep he hasn't yet caught up on was getting to him, his common sense and confidence; otherwise, hed normally never be this flustered to ask for someone's number.

But all caffeine and confidence drained from his body when you approached the table him and Yoongi were on, a contagious smile on your face, "Sorry, gents. Just wondering if there's anything you'd like. Coffee? Snacks?"

Yoongi looked at Namjoon, clear to see that his friend didn't know how to react, then back at you, "One expresso and a dark coffee, thanks," he instead replied.

You smiled, writing down the order on the notepad you had, "Anything else?"

"My friend here would also like your number."

"Yoongs!" Namjoon's eyes immediately went wide open, being suddenly exposed like that, especially now that you had turned to look at him. He sent a glare Yoongi's way.

You didn't stop yourself from giggling, couldn't help but find the expression on Namjoon's face amusing. You flipped the page of your notepad to a clean paper, quickly scribbling your number on it before ripping it out and handing it to Namjoon, "You could've just asked," clearly flattered by the smile you were giving him, "I'm not that scary, am I?"

"No, of course not!" Namjoon said, almost immediately, "You're just really attractive and–"

Yoongi kicked Namjoon's leg from under the table, trying not to laugh at how honest Namjoon was being. Which wasn't entirely a bad thing, but Yoongi was also taking into account that they were taking up your work time.

You realised that, smiling with a tiny blush on your cheeks at Namjoon when he bit his tounge, "I'm flattered, honestly," you said, before looking down at your notes, then back up at the brunet, "My shift ends at three... Call me sometime?"

Namjoon nodded gleefully, before watching you head off to other customers. "I'm sure as hell coming to this campus cafe more often," he said, to nobody in particular.

Yoongi sighed at his friend, "Okay, by all means. But please study for your exam."

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lg-bts-cenarios · 5 years ago

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BTS react to pictures of their boyfriend being leaked to the public ||

>> @trickypuppy thank you for requesting this !! i might’ve misinterpreted it, but i hope it’s what you wanted?

>> ⚠️ warning: brief mentions of death threats,, nothing graphic or anything

>> some of these gifs aren’t really ‘cohesive’ (is that the word?), sorry

Jungkook was on twitter fairly often, and when he saw a hashtag with his name trending, he figured fans were being silly about a member walking out of the airport looking particularly attractive. But then he saw a picture of you on the timeline— and then another. He looked over a couple of the posts, noticing the thousands of likes and retweets. A little anxious, he dialed your number. “Have you been on twitter at all today?” You explained you’d been too busy with work, and he quickly cut you off. “Right. You should come back home— just in case, until things settle down. Pictures of me picking you up from work are everywhere. I know it sounds unnecessary, but I don’t want fans to come up to you or anything— maybe you could take a few days off work? We could stay in at my place, there’s security at the door and we could just— hibernate.”

Taehyung was devastated when a manager pulled him over and gave him the news. It’s not that he was embarrassed of you— your relationship was one of the few things he was truly proud of. Even then, the two of you had agreed that it would be something private, intimate. He enjoyed talking to fans about your relationship, he’d shared pictures of your hands and stories of your first few dates— but that was all by choice. Having your picture spread around was something out of his control, and even though having his privacy violated was something he was used to— he worried you’d struggle with it. He’d drive over to your place despite the manager’s protests, wanting to tell you everything in person. “I know you wanted to keep things private— I’m sorry, hyung. I don’t know how they got those photos.”

Jimin’s first instinct was to panic. You were terrible at hiding your feelings when it came to these things, but you tried your best for him— knowing he was already stressing out enough on his own. “It’s fine— don’t worry about it babe. It was bound to happen.” The members agreed with you, trying to reassure Jimin it’d all be dealt with. He only shook his head, mumbling things too low for you to hear clearly at first. Knowing that thousands if not millions of strangers would now be aware of your face and make the connection between the two of you made him a bit uneasy. “You don’t get it. I knew what I was getting myself into— but you don’t. I get death threats from strangers daily, I don’t—“ He choked up. “I don’t want you to be in any danger, hyung.”

Namjoon skimmed over the long bodies of text and supportive messages from fans— a few of them even spoke in favor of protecting the privacy of your relationship. You were laying in bed next to him, doing the same on your phone. Your friends and family had been contacting you all morning, but social media was even more overwhelming. He sighed, placing his phone down on the nightstand and wrapping his arms around you, his chin on the crown of your head. “They found all of your social media accounts.” He said. “And the place you work at.” You only nodded, burying your head deeper into his chest. “Don’t worry about it,” you smiled, small and tired, “We can handle it. There’ll be other scandals soon enough.”

Hoseok almost wished he had been the one to leak the pictures. There were copious amounts of couple pictures in his phone— some more decent than others, but nevertheless, any one of them would’ve been better than the ones that the media was spreading around. It was of the two of you kissing, right in front of your house. Street number and everything. He didn’t feel particularly angry at the world knowing that he was dating you, but he felt incredibly frustrated because it seemed as if your safety had now been compromised, all because he couldn’t control his lips. “Fuck, this kind of sucks, huh?” He groaned, running his fingerings through his hair. “Well, I think this is the universe’s way of telling us we should move in together— in a whole different city, probably— but together.” He scrunched up his nose, “No kisses in our front yard this time, though.”

Seokjin and you were incredibly careful with everything you did. Something as simple as going out to eat tended to be a hassle, but Seokjin had always insisted on doing those things anyway, determined to get as much normalcy as he possibly could. It had worked out well, for a while. Then the owner of some Korean Barbecue place decided it would be fair to spread around pictures of the two of you eating at his restaurant. It was clear from the body language in the images that you two were more than platonic. After comforting you, Seokjin’s response to the situation was a very passive form of anger. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll contact management and get this sorted immediately.” He scoffed, pacing back and forth as you watched from the couch (stressed, but also amused). “These pictures are a clear invasion of privacy— that restaurant? Cancelled. Don’t even get me started on dispatch, because let me tell you—“

Yoongi and you were out with the members when it happened. Jungkook’s phone kept on going off, and he apologized every single time— until Yoongi became frustrated and insisted that he just answer whoever it was. Jungkook spoke as he scrolled through his phone, “Ah, I have notifications on for this update account I follow on twitter. Just to keep up with fans and stuff, some airport photos probably just— Oh.” He paled. The table became loud, everyone demanding to see whatever it was that had warranted that reaction out of the youngest. Jungkook swallowed before handing his phone over to Yoongi, who quickly scrolled through it before turning to you. “It’s fine, let’s keep eating.” He sighed. “Some asshole hacked into my iCloud and sold pictures of me and y/n to the press.” He held your hand under the table, and if there was a slight shake to them as he mumbled something about capitalism, you pretended not to notice.

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cinnaminyoons · 3 years ago

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( JUDGING COVERS. )

ミ☆ books are made to be read, not just skimmed.

⤷ PAIRING poly bangtan x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 2.5k

⤷ REQUESTED

male reader with bangtan. reader being all tough looking with tattoos piercing leather jackets tall and all but who owns small little kittens

there are bad rumours about you. bad rumours that can’t actually be all that bad, since people seem to flock to you like seagulls to a dropped chip: hungrily, and relentlessly.

not many people have the pleasure to say they’re friends with you – and ‘not many’ means none. you’re easy to spot in a crowd and hard to talk to. brave individuals often wander up to you, hoping for your number or a short but passionate flame, only to be met with a frosty glare.

tall, quiet, with tattoos that peek out under your sleeves each time you reach up to adjust your hat – the dangerous, careless aura you radiate does little to give what you so crave. it just pulls you farther and farther away from glorious silence.

it’s a friday evening, and namjoon’s just clocked off. his shift at the little bookshop on a side street is officially over. the shop’s run by an old couple who had been instantly taken with namjoon’s courteous manner and his resume, the latter of which was so splendid it deserved a place on a pedestal in a lit-up glass box.

later, he would come to wonder if they hired him specifically because their ladder was on its last legs.

he steps out into the alley, whistling softly as he locks the back door. upon dropping his keys, they zip towards his hip where he has a small, round mechanism attached to his belt loop.

his phone vibrates in his back pocket as he jaywalks across the street to the bus stop, and he narrowly avoids becoming a pancake under a grey audi. it honks him, and the driver inside glowers as she gives him the finger. her long red nail is filed to a sharp point.

taking his spot against the side of the shelter, he opens his phone. the screen has a long crack down the left corner.

have you heard from tae???

it’s a message from seokjin. namjoon raises an eyebrow. seokjin never uses more than one punctuation mark like that unless he’s panicking. he replies with a quick and bland no, and the bubble pops up immediately.

he left for the convenience store three hours ago and isn’t back yet

taehyung does this unfortunately frequently, to seokjin’s chagrin. telling the others he’ll go somewhere nearby, and then not showing up for ages, is something of a talent of his. he always turns up eventually.

once, when he was sixteen, he came back after forty minutes of abrupt radio silence with a wriggling jacket that yapped. he was heartbroken when hoseok had to gently tell him that their cramped place couldn’t make a dog happy.

given taehyung’s track record, namjoon isn’t too fussed about his disappearance. besides, he’s an adult now – he can drive, has a credit score, and pays taxes – and he can surely find his way back home without a gps.

seokjin’s worry only seems excessive until he tells namjoon that his calls go straight to voicemail.

he pushes off the bus shelter, heart sinking. taehyung doesn’t miss calls – especially not from his jin-hyung.

by the time namjoon reaches home, the group chat is pinging like crazy, turning his hand numb from how tight he’s clutching his phone.

taehyung is family. if anything happens to him, nobody would ever forgive themselves.

he takes the stairs up two at a time, and before he can touch the doorknob, it’s flung open. jimin grabs his arm and pulls him in, kicking the door closed behind him, and there’s a lot of hushed shouting and panicked whispering.

everyone’s huddled in the living area. three of them are pacing holes into the carpet, and the remaining few hold each other for comfort.

“—too early to go to the police? i-i mean, there’s no harm in it, right, and if something has happened, better sooner than later, yeah?”

“we shouldn’t be so hasty, hyung,” says jeongguk, though his voice is tight. “he might’ve just forgotten to charge his phone completely.”

“but he wasn’t at the convenience store,” jimin presses from beside namjoon. “how could he have gotten lost on the three-minute walk back?”

namjoon rubs his temples. “look, why don’t we take a few minutes to just – calm down. breathe deeply and try to think rationally.”

“think rationally. of course, why didn’t we think of that?” yoongi had begun to bite his nails despite the foul-tasting nail polish hoseok had applied for him. hoseok has the steadiest hands out of all of them, and now they tremble.

“don’t get mean.” namjoon frowns.

“i’m sorry, babe.”

“at least he knows this area well,” says hoseok. “he was only walking, he couldn’t have—”

somebody’s phone rings.

hoseok snatches his vibrating phone off of the coffee table. his brow furrows at the unknown number but picks up anyway, pressing the speaker button.

“hello, hyung! did ya miss me?”

relief sags everyone’s bodies and the stress evaporates. seokjin buries his face in his hands and jimin holds him tight.

“holy crap, taehyung,” hoseok gasps, “where the hell were you?”

“i, um… got into a fight.” his sheepish smile is practically audible. “but don’t be scared! i made a friend and he helped me. this is his phone, by the way. mine got messed up.”

seokjin grabs the phone. “you, young man, are in deep fucking trouble.”

“for what it’s worth, it wasn’t my fault,” protests taehyung. “i got jumped.”

“and you couldn’t have come home immediately?”

“i wandered.”

namjoon asks, “for what reason?”

he’s quiet for a moment. “they… didn’t have any pumpkin seeds…”

jeongguk smacks his head with his palm.

“i thought i’d take a quick detour to the other store that always has ‘em. however,” he sighs regretfully, “ten minutes driving isn’t ten minutes walking. plus, it’s friday night, so everyone’s puking their guts out in the gutter and i wanted to avoid them.”

jimin pipes in, “and avoiding the main streets got you jumped, huh?”

“yeah.”

“terrific. where are you now?”

“at my new friend’s place.”

“taehyung!” everyone cries out, aghast.

yoongi groans. “did everything we teach you go through one ear and out the other? stranger danger, you fool!”

“hey, he’s a nice person!” he lowers his voice. “seriously, you should all be grateful. he’s hobi's type.”

they share a look with each other. leave it up to taehyung to put his entire trust in someone just because they’re attractive.

“where are you?” seokjin sighs. he rises. “we’re coming.”

—

the address they’re given leads to a block of flats. floor six, room number six-oh-three. it’s right across from the elevator.

after crowding around the door and whispering a debate on who will knock, and more importantly, who will bear the burden of apologising for taehyung’s stupidity, they come to the conclusion that namjoon will do the talking. he’s a philosophy major and is really good at making things up as he goes.

jimin stretches out past yoongi’s shoulder and knocks thrice. he darts back behind him.

the door opens. “yeah?”

their brains simultaneously short-circuit. for some, it’s fear – the guy standing before them is built like an action hero. for the others – the guy is built like an action hero.

a head of dark hair ducks under the guy’s heavily-tattooed arm, which is fully visible with the black tank top he’s donned. “you’re here!”

taehyung crashes into the outstretched arms and they swallow him up until just his head is visible, pressed happily against seokjin’s comfortable shoulder. they take their turns hugging him in relief and holding him by the shoulders so they can check him for injuries.

he’s got a split lip and a black eye. the bruising isn’t too bad, only a slanted purple cup beneath his eye, but the cut on his mouth is more worrying. he winces each time he smiles or speaks reassurances.

“this is the friend i told you about,” he chirps, quite peppy despite his situation. “his name is yn! he’s in yoongi-hyung’s classes.”

yoongi nods once warily. “yeah, i know him.”

taehyung grabs your hand and uses his free one to point at each of them, introducing them. it’s a lot of names – the most you’ve ever had to learn at once in several years – but it probably doesn’t matter. you won’t see them again.

“sorry to interrupt,” you say. your voice rumbles deep like a tempest and not even hoseok, a career people-reader, can pick out your mood. “you mind if we keep chattin’ inside? walls are thin here and i can’t afford more angry knocking.”

“okay, hyung,” taehyung says, and ducks under your arm again. you turn and leave the door open for the other six, rather comically squished into the narrow hallway.

they look at each other. ‘hyung’? so soon?

jeongguk shrugs and moves inside. one by one, the rest follow him around and line their shoes up neatly on the rack.

none of them is quite sure what to do, so they fan out and do some low-key exploration. the place is smaller than theirs, but then again, it’s for one person and not seven.

seokjin finds you and taehyung in the kitchen space, with him on a tall bar stool and you instructing him in a low voice on how to hold the pack of frozen peas to his lip. a small cream-white towel is wrapped over it.

“swelling’s going down,” you mutter, and seokjin’s close enough to hear it. “keep it there. don’t eat anything acidic or spicy until it heals, and you might want to keep chewing to a minimum for a day.”

“oh-kay,” says taehyung past the towel, his awe-filled eyes following you around.

moving forward, seokjin cups taehyung’s cheek, turning it this way and that and checking him one more time. rather unnecessary, since taehyung hadn’t injured himself in the three metres from the entrance to the kitchen, but it’s a sweet gesture all the same. “i guess it’s no lemonade for you, hon.”

“i’ll just have ice cream, then! yn-hyung says icy pops are good for numbing it.”

seokjin exhales softly, letting taehyung go. he takes in his surroundings.

the kitchen is clean and neat. a few dishes are drip-drying on the rack next to the sink. seokjin had been on edge the entire trip here. that edge softens a little – if only because you seem to take care of yourself and your home.

bad people don’t take care of their hygiene, so you must not be a bad person, he deduces with whatever brainpower he has left. most of it had gone into overdrive at taehyung's absence and his logic might’ve been lightly fried by it.

he eyes you carefully as you open the freezer half of your fridge. several blue packs sit in the door’s shelves. “why don’t you use those?”

you glance up and stand upright. you point. “these?”

he bobs his head in assent.

“they’re no good here.” you turn your eyes back to the freezer, inspecting its contents. “the peas mould to the face. solid blocks don’t. helps lessen the swelling when it’s got a bigger contact area.”

“when will it heal?”

you tilt your head at taehyung thoughtfully. “give it three days. should be better by then.”

seokjin uncrosses his arms. he doesn’t remember crossing them. “right... thank you.”

“no worries. he your boyfriend?”

he starts. “well, uh, we all kind of are.”

a lot of people don’t like that. seokjin’s used to weird looks and awkward words.

you nod and dry your hands on a towel hanging over the oven handle. “one of you needs to teach him to not talk to strangers in alleyways. or if he does, for whatever reason, get him self-defence lessons.”

“oh! can you teach me?” taehyung gasps, his hands lifting in excitement-tightened fists.

“no.”

“why? you were so cool when you fought those guys! you were all wham, bang, and it looked like an action movie from where i stood – or lay, actually—”

you place your hand gently on his shoulder. a thin leather and chain bracelet sits beside a cracked watch on your wrist. “if i hurt you, i have to face the wrath of six people. not risking it.”

“please? pretty please? i’m broke. i can’t pay for lessons. if jeongguk teaches me, it’s gonna hurt, and everyone’ll just laugh. you’ll be gentle, right?”

you pause. you glance at seokjin. you’re sure there’s something off about saying yes, too. even if you had no eyes you could tell that taehyung likes you, and agreeing to teach him felt like the equivalent to agreeing to a date.

taehyung turns his puppy eyes on seokjin when he realises he’s the reason you’re cautious. “please, jin-hyung? you can watch if you’re worried.”

all of a sudden, jimin rushes into the kitchen, his massive grin brightening up the whole room. “look, look! kitty!”

he shows the small round mass of fur cradled in his arms. the tuxedo kitten chews on the strings of his white hoodie and jimin seems overjoyed, cooing and rocking it like an infant.

almost immediately afterwards, namjoon joins jimin’s side. he’s smiling – oh, you think, he has such cute dimples – and there must be an edge of something in it because seokjin places his hands on his hips and asks what he’s hiding.

namjoon turns around. another black-and-white face pops out of the hood of his jacket. it’s too small to weigh the cloth down. it blinks sleepily, then lowers its head until only the twitching black ears and the top of the fluffy head are visible.

“you have kittens?” taehyung nearly shouts, dropping the frozen peas to pet the one in jimin’s arms. he uses just one finger and is oh-so gentle.

from your bedroom – now open – comes a meow. sleek and peaceful, a calico pads over and jumps up on the stool taehyung had once occupied. you stroke its forehead and it closes its eyes.

“don’t tell my landlord,” you say.

“look at the little bumper car tail,” taehyung whispers, grabbing jeongguk's hand to let him pet the kitten.

with a sweet, bright smile, taehyung turns to you. the introduction of the cats makes all thought of pain fly out the window. “they’re all yours?”

“mm. originally i only had her,” you open your arms and the calico takes it as an invitation to jump into them, “but she really took a liking to the little ones, so here we are.”

hoseok moves to shut your bedroom door out of politeness, since jeongguk had opened it and had been too enraptured by the calico to remember to close it. “took a liking?”

“work at a pet shop,” you explain. “i took her along because the landlord was gonna check everyone’s places that week.”

taehyung beams. it drops as he gingerly holds his jaw, and you’re quick to offer the bag of frozen peas again. he takes it and his lips turn up again, a little shyer, as your tattooed fingers brush his.

a small smile creeps onto seokjin’s face. he sighs fondly. “fine. yn, you can teach him how to fight.”

taehyung pumps his fist in the air and winces.

he adds, “but only when at least one of us is with you. you better not break any of his bones. just saying – we know where you live.”

for the first time since they’ve met you, you crack the tiniest smile. “got it.”

#bts x male reader #kim seokjin x male reader #min yoongi x male reader #jung hoseok x male reader #kim namjoon x male reader #park jimin x male reader #kim taehyung x male reader #jeon jungkook x male reader #bts x reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #male reader #m!reader #bts mlm

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my-faves-said-gay-rights · 3 years ago

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my faves said gay rights part 2 - BTS

For pride month this year I thought I would live up to my name and post about all the times my faves supported the lgbtq+ community! Now as there are so many examples of bts supporting us they are our part 2. I won't be including the gay things they've said or done (like the iconic yoongi cypher lyrics that you all know) because this is more about them showing support than them being lgbtq. Let us begin

1. Namjoon wrote a wlw song for the gg glam

2. Namjoon recommended same love by macklemore and ryan lewis

And when asked about this yoongi said "there's nothing wrong. Everyone is equal"

3. Taehyung saw a "lesbians love bts" sign at a concert and smiled and put his hand on his heart and mouthed thank you. Jin also smiled at a "lesbians love seokjin" flag

4. Namjoon watched and was impressed by the lesbian movie blue is the warmest colour

5. Taehyung and jungkook have responded well to fanboys asking them out on dates

6. Multiple members have worn pride clothing, like yoongi wearing pride vans shoes or taehyung wearing a pride NBA shirt or hoseok wearing a rainbow belt at the start of pride month

7. Taehyung and namjoon referenced the gay movie moonlight in 4 o'clock, a song they wrote together: "just like that movie, like the line from the movie, the entire world is blue inside the moonlight"

8. Namjoon read the book confessions of a mask, which is about a young gay man in japan

9. Taehyung is a fan of the gay movie call me by your name, he recommended it during a live and really likes the soundtrack

10. Namjoon and hoseok met a trans fan at a fansign and were just the best

(and it seems like namjoon has kept the ryan plushie)

11. They made their bt21 characters gender neutral

12. Namjoon posted a screenshot of him listening to strawberries and cigarettes by troye sivan, a gay artist, from the love simon soundtrack, a gay movie. Jungkook is also known to be a big fan of troye sivan

13. They've worked with, interacted with or are fans of with many queer artists including halsey, kim petras, mnek, ryan mcginley, sam smith, ante badzim, the internet, lil nas x, kehlani (and they particularly like her wlw song honey) etc

14. Namjoons un speech: "“no matter who you are, where you’re from, your skin color, gender identity, speak yourself”

15. All the times they have said fuck you to toxic masculinity, I couldn't possibly include them all here and if you're an army you can already think of an example. As a treat I will share my personal favourite, which is taehyung doing a drag competition at school

Okay I think that's everything but please let me know if I missed anything. Have a good pride fellow armys!! 🌈

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transrightsjimin · 3 years ago

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bts shippers are so goddamn annoying nd frustrating to deal with like. yes the members share a lot of skinship and confess their love to each other on a daily basis or so. no it doesn't mean u need to write or share fanart / fanfiction abt real people fucking each other. no, yoongi talking about having made gay fantasies in the past abt two men he idolized doesn't make it ok to write that abt the group too. yes the members are very close nd probably lgbt but it doesn't mean u can overanalyze their private lives or sexualize them having eye contact or holding hands.

#rambles #like many fans r lgbt nd i dont care much abt lighthearted jokes like 'i want what they have' or smth re: good communication and skinship #or even ppl who joke abt them all being a couple nd growing old together in one house jffjwwfj #like namjoon happily agreeing they're all like an old married couple is spot on #but ppl treating it like a personal victory when members do smth or fans calling themselves after a ship name (e.g. jikookers)#its just. are u here for the music or to fetishize mlm and hope for real people to be outted as gay for ur pleasure

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milocelium · 3 years ago

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idk what’s going on but suddenly my timeline is super dry so can y’all like/rb this if you’re active????

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hellishvu · 5 years ago

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Give Me Your Attention

summary; when namjoon is shy being in a relationship with you but all he wants is cuddles and your warm hugs.

a/n: god this remembers me of such an anime thing, like namjoon best boy ever. i wish namjoon could have an infinite amount of cuddles!!

“Honey don’t go.” Namjoon rolls over to your side of the bed while you chuckle at him. Giving him a small kiss making him blush. You got up from the bed putting on a quick tshirt.

“Wait.” Namjoon reaches out to you while you tilt your head, wondering what he wanted. “What do you need love?” Responding to him Namjoon felt himself get caught up, not able to form a sentence suddenly.

“I-I.” Namjoon stutters, feeling embarrassed.

“I know you have practice. Don’t worry love I’ll make you breakfast.” You wrapped him in blanket while you stretched opening the door. Leaving him alone without his cuddles, the cuddles he swore he needed to survive.

You searched the kitchen for a quick breakfast item, seeing from the corner of your eye Namjoon wrapped up in a blanket. Leaning on your back, humming a small song. “Come back to bed.” Namjoon whispers while you turn your body.

“The time baby, we need to get ready.” You place a soft kiss on his lips to apologize for not giving him what he wanted. Namjoon sighs from another unsuccessful attempt at cuddles.

“Seokjin I’m never getting cuddles and this is actually on the brink of homophobia.” Namjoon stretches for the upcoming dance practice while Seokjin laughs at him. “You become so shy around him it’s so funny.” Seokjin replies gossiping between the two.

“He’s my first boyfriend okay! It’s normal.” Namjoon grumbles on the ground while he stretches his left leg.

“Do you two hug? Kiss even?” Seokjin pokes fun at Namjoon while he’s in a middle of a crisis.

“Yes! Of course we do, but hugs are different. Like they last for a couple seconds but cuddles are minutes long. What if he’s like “wow your breath is fishy get away.” Namjoon whines out seeing the door open the rest of the members joining them.

“He better love you and your fishy breath.” Seokjin gives a slight death glare at Namjoon just from a mention of you not treating him right gets his blood boiling.

“I’m sure he does, our first kiss was after me eating garlic fries.” Namjoon cringes at himself for not bringing gum that day. “Just do it, it should come naturally Joon. You got it.” Seokjin gives him actual words of encouragement while he helped him get up.

Namjoon walks in the door seeing the house silent and empty. Walking through the halls to find you sleeping in the bed, taking an evening nap. Namjoon drops his backpack, setting himself next to you.

The soft blanket wrapped around him as he turns his head to you, seeing your chest rise and fall slowly. Namjoon smiles and places his hand on top of yours. You turn towards him giving a perfect position for him to rest in your arms as a little spoon.

Namjoon places himself between your arms allowing you to wrap your hands around him. You woke up with blurry vision but still knowing the same scent of Namjoon.

“Welcome home Namjoon.” You groaned out as he jumped away from your arms. Apologizing for waking you up.

“It’s okay love, it was time I wake up anyway. Thank you.” You kiss him again, embracing him while Namjoon pouts once again.

“What’s wrong love?” Caressing his left cheek Namjoon blushes once again. Looks down at the bed while you lift his head.

“I want a k-kiss.” Namjoon makes up another cover up, while you grin at him and place your lips on his. Namjoon tilts his head in the kiss while holding onto your biceps.

“Is that all you want?” You tilt your head. Namjoon responds by nodding laying back down. Covering his head by the blanket. Kicking his legs while he can’t get the courage to ask.

“You can tell me.” You sat back down. Wanting Namjoon to talk to you. He shifts in the bed while you wait patiencly. “Is it something you want to do in bed?” You ask while Namjoon looks up shaking his hands. “No! No! Uh..” He’s going to explode if he doesn’t share it. Namjoon knows you’re caring and sweet, you’ll accept the want of cuddles.

“I want cuddles.” Namjoon says quietly while you hold his hand. “You want cuddles?” You ask while Namjoon nods rapidly. Suddenly you smiled while you gripped his waist pushing him down to lay down.

“You could’ve just asked me honey! Has my favorite baby been cuddle deprived?” You shove your head in the crook of his neck while Namjoon giggles. You left kisses. Namjoon could feel his heart burst.

Namjoon’s smile is so massive, he feels like a butterfly. He is floating. You feel his back on your chest. “So what do you want?” You ask before turning his head to see him pouting.

“Cuddles please..” Namjoon turns his body to face you burying his head in your chest while you laugh accepting his love in your arms.

#bts x male reader #kpop x male reader #bts namjoon #bts imagine #bts mlm #bts x reader #kpop mlm #bts male reader #bts scenarios #bts fanfiction

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melancholy-of-nadia · 5 months ago

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love u lately (m) #11 | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately chapter title: #11 - love u lately pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; summary: jin, hoseok, taehyung and jungkook leave the house to you, jimin, namjoon and yoongi for the next few hours after yoongi's kbbq birthday dinner. perhaps now that you four have decided to be together, there's only one thing left to do to really seal the deal. warnings: HEAVY SMUT (if you are a minor, please leave immediately. idk why you would be here in the first place as the story has been smut all long!), the long awaited FOURSOME, oh god how will i touch upon all the things in this, french kissing, SLIGHT mlm mentions/exploration, blowjob, breast play, eating out, multiple orgasms, creampies, cum play?, multiple positions, dirty talk, pet names, rough s*x, soft s*x, tears from deep throat, reassurance, and consent, slight size kink if you wink, double vag*nal pen*tration, hickeys, good ending, playful banter from yoonminjoon, A LOT OF FLUFF, DEEP TALKS, WE HAVE ONE MORE CHAPTER PEOPLE! note: @daegudrama has been the hero editor of this fic series. please all send her love to her fics as well!! she is an amazing writer!!! total word count: 8.1k drop date: June 28th, 2024, 2PM PST cross posted on AO3 here ← #10 | Series Masterlist | #12

March 9 [Saturday]

“Sometimes I can’t believe you guys are so down bad for me to be doing this.” You say, muffled as you are squished in a hug between Namjoon and Yoongi on the living room couch.

It's early in the morning, but sleep has eluded you, replaced by the bubbling excitement over your poly relationship with your three best friends. Unable to stay in bed any longer, you crept downstairs and started watching an episode of One Piece on Netflix, which Jimin and Taehyung convinced you to watch. You’re barely a few episodes into the Alabasta Arc, but you fear you’ll never make it to the most recent arcs, hundreds of episodes away. To your surprise, you weren't the only one not feeling tired anymore. Your three best friends had the same idea, joining you one by one. Now, you’re sandwiched between two of them, while Jimin sits contentedly on the floor in front of you, leaning back against your legs.

"I don't see any issue with it," Yoongi says nonchalantly, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. "We love you, after all."

Namjoon nods in agreement, with one arm around you and his other hand resting comfortably on your thigh. "Exactly. Plus, we wanted to be in this poly relationship!"

Jimin chuckles from his spot on the floor, turning his head to look up at you. "And who wouldn't want to be down bad for you? You're pretty cute, you know."

You feel your cheeks heat up at their words, a warm glow spreading through you. "You guys are too sweet," you murmur, reaching down to ruffle Jimin's hair affectionately.

“Let’s just hope we don’t scare Namjoon out of this.” Jimin snickers. “We already had a threesome, just to let you know.” He turns to him and wiggles his eyebrows.

You turn to see Namjoon’s eyes widen for a few seconds. Wait, was this ever mentioned to him? You thought you already mentioned it to him before, but it seems like you hadn’t. None of you had. Fuck...

A small internal panic occurs between the three of you.

Despite the sudden revelation, Namjoon doesn’t falter. “And? That’s not going to scare me away.” He smirks, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “If anything, it just makes things more interesting.”

You raise an eyebrow, feeling a playful spark ignite in the air. “Oh, really?” you tease, leaning closer to him, your lips brushing against his ear. “Are you saying you’re down for a foursome?”

Namjoon’s smirk widens as he turns to face you, his gaze intense. “If you guys want, I’ll try anything. Just say the word and I’m down,” he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. His hand slides a little higher on your thigh, sending a shiver through you.

Your heart races at his words, excitement and desire mixing in a heady cocktail. “You guys are unbelievable,” you say, your voice letting out a sigh. “But I guess that’s why I love you.”

Yoongi’s hand moves to cup your chin, lifting your face to his. “We love you too,” he says, and then his lips are on yours, kissing you deeply, possessively. “But you better love me more today because it’s my birthday.” He teases.

“Of course, my love.” You reply to him cutely, making the other two roll their eyes in slight jealousy of Yoongi today.

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“Everyone! Aside from celebrating Yoongi’s 21st birthday tonight, I have gathered you here at Baekjeong KBBQ to announce some big news!”

All the guys from the Beta Tau Sigma house turn to look at you, who has gotten up from your seat. Namjoon, seemingly knowing what you’re going to say, begins to panic and quickly signals you to sit back down. You give him a puzzled look before realizing that you can’t just announce that you’re in a polycule with your three guy best friends at a restaurant. Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung laugh when your excited demeanor deflates once you sit back down in realization.

“We decided to be together…” you mumble, your words trailing off. Your face feels hot as embarrassment overcomes you, but all the guys think that’s adorable. This is so embarrassingly anticlimactic!

“Good for you. Now, can you pass over that big piece of short rib-eye on your side?” Seokjin says seriously, his deadpan request making the other guys burst out giggling.

You sigh and use your chopsticks to grab the piece, placing it on Seokjin’s plate. Yoongi, sitting next to you, puts his arm around you, pulling you closer and kissing your temple.

“Don’t worry, love, he’s just jealous he isn’t getting any pussy,” Yoongi snides, his tone playful. The comment sends another wave of laughter around the table.

“Shut the fuck up, I totally am!” Seokjin barks back, but the guys stare at him in disbelief, their skepticism obvious.

“Sure, hyung, whatever helps you sleep at night,” Taehyung teases, winking at him.

The laughter and chatter continue around the table, making the atmosphere cozy and lively. Namjoon, still chuckling, reaches over to turn the meat on the grill, the sizzling sound blending with the background noise of the bustling restaurant.

“So, you guys really decided to be together?” Jungkook asks, popping a piece of marinated beef into his mouth, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

You look at Yoongi, who gives you an encouraging nod. “Yep,” you repeat, feeling a bit more confident this time. “Me, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin. We’re trying out this polycule thing.”

The guys blink at you, taking the time to actually process your words. Hoseok is the first to react, his eyes widening with excitement. “Whoa, that’s actually really cool! So, like, you’re all dating each other?”

You nod, feeling the initial awkwardness dissipate. “Yeah? Technically. it’s a bit unconventional, but we think it could work for us.”

Jimin, who’s been quietly enjoying his food, finally chimes in. “It’s something we’ve all talked about with her first and agreed on. We want to make it work.”

You recall about 12 hours earlier, when you, Namjoon, Jimin and Yoongi talked early in the morning about the shared agreement to start this polycule. You all knew you should announce it to the other residents at your not-so-frat house, which you so excitedly tried to bring up, albeit at the wrong place.

Seokjin, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of short rib, finally swallows and gives a nod of approval. “As long as you’re all happy and on the same page, that’s what matters. Plus, it’s not like any of us are in a position to judge your relationships anyways.”

“Exactly,” Namjoon adds, his voice steady and reassuring. “We’re all here to support each other, no matter what.”

Yoongi tightens his arm around you, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your shoulder. “And we’ll figure things out as we go. We’ve said communication is key.”

Jungkook, ever the curious one, leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. “So, how does this work? Will you, like, all go on dates together, or will you split your time?”

You laugh, appreciating Jungkook’s genuine interest. “We’re going to figure that part out. It’s going to be a learning experience, not gonna lie.”

Taehyung, always the romantic, sighs dreamily. “I think it’s beautiful. Love doesn’t have to fit into a box. As long as it’s real, that’s what counts.”

The server arrives with another platter of meat, breaking the contemplative mood, but leaves soon after. Seokjin eagerly takes the tongs and starts placing the meat on the grill, the sizzling sound bringing everyone back to the present.

“So are you guys going to sexile us after this or…?” Taehyung asks bluntly, his words cutting through the laughter and conversation.

You start choking on your kimchi from the shock of his question, your face turning red. Jimin quickly pats your back, trying to help you breathe again, his eyes wide with concern.

“Taehyung!” Namjoon yells, his voice stern and disbelieving.

“It’s an honest question!” Taehyung defends himself, holding up his hands. “Hoseok and I were already planning to go frat house hopping tonight anyway.”

Seokjin, shaking his head, rolls his eyes. “I’ve got to go to a bar fundraising event for Kappa Psi Pi since I’m the president, after all.” He ends his words sarcastically, groaning as he finishes.

“And I’m tagging along because he said there would be cute girls from the frat there, and I can’t miss that!” Jungkook exclaims, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

The tension eases, and you finally catch your breath, giving Taehyung a half-amused, half-exasperated look. “O-Okay then maybe give us two and half hours and then you’re free to come home?”

Now, it’s Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin’s turns to start choking dramatically on their food, drawing the attention of surrounding tables. Jungkook, Taehyung, Jin, and Hoseok make sounds of awe at your boldness. Yoongi immediately grabs a cup of cold tea and downs it, while Jimin and Namjoon opt for downing a shot each.

“Jesus… fucking… Christ… Y/N,” Yoongi exclaims, exasperated.

You smirk at them, feeling a mix of amusement and satisfaction at their reactions.

“Hey, if we’re going to do this, we might as well have some fun, right?” you say, trying to keep a straight face as you meet their stunned gazes.

Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head. “Damn, Y/N, you really know how to keep things interesting.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Taehyung adds, a wide grin spreading across his face. “I’m impressed.”

Seokjin, still recovering from his own laughter, nods. “Alright, two and a half hours it is. We’ll make ourselves scarce.”

Hoseok leans back in his chair, giving you a thumbs-up. “Just make sure to clean up after yourselves. I don’t want to come back to the house smelling like sex and cum.”

You giggle, feeling happy that the guys are supportive of everything despite initial worries. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin exchange glances, their initial shock giving way to amusement and a shared understanding.

“Alright, alright,” Namjoon concedes, still a bit red in the face. “We’ll take it one step at a time.”

Jimin shakes his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You really are something else, Y/N.”

Yoongi, finally regaining his composure, leans in closer to you. “You never cease to surprise me,” he murmurs, a hint of admiration in his voice.

The evening continues with more laughter and teasing, the air filled with the mouthwatering aroma of grilled meat and the sound of clinking glasses. You raise your own glass once more, toasting to the unique and wonderful dynamic you share with your lovers.

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The four of you come home, while the others decide to go elsewhere unanimously. You can’t believe they all agreed to let you guys have the house to yourselves for the next few hours…and to have a foursome much less.

Before you parted ways at the restaurant, leaving in Jimin’s car to head back home, Taehyung said, “Good luck with the foursome. Don’t be too loud, alright? Let us know when you’re done!” He winked, a playful grin on his face, as he rushed toward Jungkook’s car where the other 3 guys were calling out to him.

You guys haven’t even decided if it is going to happen tonight.

You’re going to owe the guys big time.

But now you are filled with nerves as you sit on your bed with Namjoon to your right and Jimin on your left, while Yoongi remains standing in front of you.

“A-Are we actually doing this right now?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to,” Namjoon reassures, his voice gentle and soothing. He reaches out, taking your hand in his. “We’re here because we love and care about you, not because we want to pressure you into anything.”

Yoongi nods, his expression softening. “We can just hang out and watch a movie if that’s what you prefer,” he says, patting the bed. “Save this for another time!”

Jimin smiles at you, his eyes full of understanding. “Right! Like Hyung said! Whatever you’re comfortable with! We’re here for you, no matter what.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “I know,” you say, your voice wavering slightly. “I am willing to do this, but I just...I want to make sure this is something we all want.”

“We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t want this,” Yoongi says softly, reaching out to touch your arm. “But we mostly care about you wanting this too.”

You look at each of them in turn, seeing nothing but love and reassurance in their eyes as they nod along to Yoongi’s words. “Okay,” you say, finally letting out the breath you’d been holding. “I want this too. I need to hear that you’re all on the same page too.”

Namjoon squeezes your hand gently. “We are. We’re in this together, Tiny.” The other two nod in response.

You nod, feeling a bit of the tension leave your body. “Alright,” you say, smiling nervously and taking a deep breath. “Let’s take it slow, okay?”

The three men lean in towards you, starting with Jimin peppering your neck with kisses and fondling your left breast. Namjoon takes note of the younger man’s actions and copies the same movements, with his lips on your jawline and his hand kneading your right breast slightly harder. Yoongi takes the opportunity to go directly for your lips first, his hand on your thigh as it inches closer until he’s under your dress and rubbing your panty-covered clit.

His lips feel incredibly soft against yours, the gentle pressure sending shivers down your spine. You moan softly into Yoongi's mouth, your body responding to the multitude of sensations. Not wanting to miss out on your lips too, Namjoon and Jimin inch closer, their eyes dark with desire. and then, suddenly, you're sharing a four-way kiss.

It's like a dance of lips and tongues, a medley of tastes and textures. Yoongi's kisses are gentle yet insistent, a contrast to Namjoon's firmer, more dominant touch. Jimin's approach is playful and teasing, his lips brushing against yours and the others', adding an element of unpredictability to the mix.

You always can’t help but feel turned on seeing their own tongues make contact with one another. You make a mental note to bring this up in the future.

But the intoxicating feeling brings you back to the situation you’re in, making your head spin in the most delightful way. Your hands reach out, finding purchase on Namjoon's broad shoulders and Jimin's firm chest. Yoongi pulls away from the kiss, but his hands continue his skilled ministrations on your swollen clit and beneath your dress.

He leans down, spreads your legs open, and slides your panties to the side, directly flicking your clit back and forth.

“Such a pretty pussy, just for us.” Yoongi chuckles, lust taking over him.

Jimin and Namjoon pull away from the kiss as well, deciding to nibble at your ear while continuing to massage your breasts.

“That’s our baby.” Namjoon whispers in your ears.

“Hyung, help me undress her,” Jimin says with an impatient. “Darling looks so much better naked.” He winks at you, which makes you blush. If this were any other time, you’d die of embarassment, but being bared to Yoongi like this right now, nothing else matters.

Namjoon unzip the back of your cherry spaghetti strap sundress, and the two men push the straps down your arms and chest to reveal you’re braless, with only pebbled nipples out in the open.

“Wearing no bra out to KBBQ with the other guys? You’re such a minx.” Jimin giggles.

“S-Shut up! Bras don’t look go– A-Ah…!” You argue back, and he suddenly leans down and latches onto your nipples, sucking them with his plump lips. You squirm in response, feeling Jimin’s tongue tease and flick your left nipple. You place a hand on the back of his head, indulging as you push him further into your chest.

Namjoon quickly follows by pressing his tongue against your right nipple, flicking at it in a desperate attempt to get it harder. His lips lick against your breast and suckle at your tit. Lovely, warm strokes follow, with your whines snuffed by biting at your lower lip.

Yoongi’s impatience to see you come undone takes over as he watches you three. He proceeds to slide off your panties, as well as the remaining half of your dress scrunched at your waist, and hastily opens your legs further. He wastes no time diving in to lick at your cunt.

Your eyes widen with surprise at the sudden invasion. Yoongi’s tongue darts out, swirling around your clit and then sliding down to taste your folds before pushing inside you. You moan softly, your hands reaching out for something to grasp again. Yoongi wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you close as he continues his exploration. You can feel his warm breath on your sensitive skin, a contrast to the coolness of the room.

"F-Fuck Yoongi…feels so good," you manage to gasp out, your eyes fluttering closed and your hands automatically going to Namjoon's shoulders.

“Just wait until I make you cum.” He smiles, his signature slight lopsided smile giving you goosebumps. That’s the confident Min Yoongi talking, and you are definitely scared. Yoongi pulls away from your pussy, opting to insert two fingers inside your throbbing pussy. He begins thrusting them inside and out at a rapid pace. Each thrust of his fingers drives you closer to the edge, and your body responds eagerly to the relentless pleasure he is giving you along with what Jimin and Namjoon are doing. You feel your juices coat his fingers, the slickness allowing him to move even faster. The pressure builds within you, a tight coil of desire ready to snap.

There’s a brief pause in the build-up as Yoongi removes his fingers and goes back to eating you out. You realize he was doing that because he wants you to get more wet, in preparation for all of them entering you later. You wish he would keep going with his fingers, but coming undone by his tongue has been your favorite thing in the past year.

Yoongi swipes against your aching clit each time your tongue darts up and down your folds. He savors each little sound you make, relishing in the feeling of your thighs gently squeezing the sides of his head. He sucks your bud a few times before dipping back down, sliding his tongue into your pussy as your body signals to him that you’re seconds from your first orgasm of the night. “Yoongi…!” your voice and breathing is shaky. “I-I’m gonna cum!” The familiar pressure of a nearing orgasm slowly dissipates as a wave of pure euphoria crashes over you. Yoongi groans at the feeling of your juices soaking his mouth and continues to lick up the remains, thighs still wrapped around his head and shoulder. He really never wants these moments with you to end. He’d be fine if he died, drowning in your juice, but he won’t admit that to you.

When the waves of pleasure finally subside, you collapse your back onto the bed, panting and spent. But this is not the end! You know you have to and want to keep going. They haven't orgasmed yet and you want to make sure they feel just as good as they are making you feel. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin gather around you on the bed, their hands caressing your skin, their expressions filled with love and adoration.

“Did we overdo it already?” Namjoon worries as he looks at you, completely fucked out.

“That’s because Yoongi hyung was fingering and eating her out too fast! You should’ve edged her out a little more.” Jimin groans, glaring at Yoongi which makes you laugh. “Now we have to wait for round two,”

“It’s fine. Let her rest for now,” Yoongi says, turning onto his side, his hand reaches out and rubs your stomach to comfort you. “Do you want more, my angel?”

You nod before you can even process his words in your brain. Namjoon laughs at your eagerness.

“Want…more…please,” You finally word out, softly.

“Aw, darling is so cute,” Jimin coos, “Don’t worry, I’ll be the one to give you what you need.”

“Hey, what makes you think your fucking her first?” Yoongi says, with a jealous tone in his voice.

“Because I deserve it? Plus I was the one who kissed her first too!” Jimin giggles, pulling you to the edge of the bed and putting a pillow under your ass to lift you a little. “You can let her suck you off for now if you want. Namjoon hyung can get a hand job in the meantime and watch how it’s done.”

Yoongi sighs, but complies, getting on the right side of the bed and positioning himself by your head. “Fine, but only because I want to see her mouth wrapped around me again after so long.”

You feel a shiver of anticipation run through your body as Yoongi’s length comes into view. Your eyes lock onto him as he pulls down his black dress pants and boxers, beginning to stroke himself, his gaze dark and hungry. He sits down next to you and leans his cock next to your mouth. You open your mouth automatically, ready to take him in, and he slowly guides himself between your lips. It’s been a while since you’ve had him, and you remember how girthy his dick is. The taste of him is still as intoxicating as ever, and you hum around him as he thrusts slowly, earning a groan of pleasure from above.

Namjoon quickly makes his move to position himself on the opposite side, unbuckling his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers. He swiftly slips out his cock. He gently takes your hand in his own rough, warm grip and spits into your palm, before wrapping it around himself. For some reason, this makes your heart flutter. You believe it’s the fact that you learn something new about your best friends every time you fuck them, it seems.

You start by giving a few, testing strokes. You hold as much of his cock as you can manage in your fist. You move at a moderate pace, from tip to base. He shutters a bit, hips threatening to snap into your hand as he’s eager to reach his high.

Meanwhile, Jimin quickly removes his clothes, shrugging off his red-white varsity jacket, pulling off his white t-shirt, and sliding out of his black jeans, his eyes never leaving yours. When he’s completely bare, He places your ankles up on his shoulders and lines himself up with your entrance, teasing your folds with the head of his cock. “Are you ready, darling?” he asks, his voice soft but full of desire.

Yoongi pulls his cock out of your mouth briefly so you can respond. “Y-Yes, please,” you shyly respond, trying to catch your breath as you wiggle your cunt against him. Your body aches for more.

Jimin doesn’t make you wait any longer. He pushes into you slowly, filling you inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside you. Yoongi slides in between your lips once again. You remember how this feeling is beyond overwhelming, and you moan around Yoongi’s cock, the vibrations sending shivers through his body.

“Fuck, she’s still so tight,” Jimin murmurs, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He starts to move, setting a steady pace that has you seeing stars.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Namjoon praises, his voice deep and soothing as he gently rubs your cheek feeling Yoongi’s length just on the other side.

Yoongi thrusts are quickly going in and out of your mouth as Jimin pumps into you faster, your senses are overwhelmed with pleasure. The sounds of their moans and the sensation of pleasure being fulfilled in two areas edge you to the brink.

Holy fuck.

Even after coming once, you already feel yourself reaching your orgasm once again, and you enter, what you call, a bimbo-like state. Your mind is purely a fog of pleasure, every thought consumed by the sensations coursing through your body, mainly the one from your core.

Namjoon, noticing the dazed look in your eyes, chuckles softly. "Look at you, baby, already gone in the pleasure," he murmurs, his voice filled with adoration. “So fucking cute,”

Jimin’s movements become more urgent and sloppy, his thrusts faster and harder. “I’m so close,” he warns, his voice strained.

Yoongi, seeing that you’re close as well, removes himself so you don’t choke once you start to squirm and shake during your orgasm. Namjoon continues stroking himself as well.

“C-Cum inside me!” You plead out to Jimin, now that your lips are freed to speak your desires. Jimin doesn’t argue with your wish, instead smirking as he feels his own wave of pleasure crashing down.

“F-Fuck…Ah!” With a final, deep thrust, Jimin spills into you, his moans echoing in the room. Being filled is the trigger for you to come undone. A warmth spreads through your body like a radiating glow. You completely surrender to the otherworldly pleasure, that you still don’t understand.

Tears run down your cheeks, mouth agape, as you melt away in bliss. And once again, you lay there, catching your breath. Jimin pulls out as his high dissipates, and once he’s out, he watches both your cums slowly drip out. Namjoon and Yoongi scoot over towards your pussy to watch the sight in awe.

“Fucking hot," Yoongi murmurs, his voice low and husky. He uses his fingers to push the mixture of yours and Jimin's juices back inside you, a wicked smile on his lips. "Save it for later."

Namjoon chuckles, his deep voice sending a thrill through you. "Be good and you'll get a reward later."

You look up at them innocently, your eyes wide and teasing. "Yes.. my loves," you murmur, glancing at each of your lovers. "Um, is it okay if I try something new… like giving one of you a boob job?"

"A boob job?" Yoongi's eyebrows raise in interest as he looks at your breasts, anticipation clear in his eyes. Why the fuck didn’t he think of this before, he thinks. You have perfectly sized breasts to do this.

"I volunteer," Namjoon chimes in, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Yoongi rolls his eyes as he’s interrupted by the eager golden retriever-like man. It’s his birthday, and he wants to do more with you, but he’ll settle and be patient for now. He knows he’ll be the one to deliver you a better orgasm than them later on.

As you all delve deeper into this arrangement, Namjoon and Yoongi take off all their clothes, standing naked before you. Their muscles ripple under the dim light, showcasing their strength and definition. With all your boyfriends bare like this, the sight of their toned bodies, every curve and line accentuated, turns you on even more, sending a fresh wave of desire coursing through you.

You get up in a sitting position, waiting for Namjoon to hold onto your chest to support himself as you use your fingers to prevent the cum from sliding out of you. At times like this, Jimin wishes he had a plug for you, but he makes a mental note to buy it for next time.

Namjoon couldn’t wait to have his dick between your tits instead. He had dreamt about this at some point previously, but never thought it could happen. The supple skin indulges him, and when he holds your breasts, his cock twitches as your breasts pressed tightly around him. He feels himself discovering a new kink when he starts stroking himself up and down with your chest.

“There you go,” Yoongi mutters, a hand coming up to push a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Such a precious, doll.” Yoongi pats your head, making your cheeks redden at such innocent praise in the middle of seeing his best friend breast fuck you.

This scene alone is enough to make Yoongi and Jimin turned on, but Namjoon actually feeling his cock in between your tits is driving him mad.

Initially, he felt very nervous going into this as he hadn’t done anything like this before. Nor did he understand whatever sexual dynamic you had going on already with Jimin and Yoongi, but he was willing to do anything to understand you more. To love you more. The skin of your breasts feels so soft and silky to him. He feels himself become much harder than he thought he would, almost painfully so. Mainly because of this image: the way you are staring up at him with a sweet look on your face that is incredibly sinful as he watches his cock thrusting in between your tits.

If he continues rocking his hips, he will come. He needs to be inside you. Now.

“Get on all fours,” Namjoon commands with a mix of authority and need. His voice is deep and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. You comply, positioning yourself on your hands and knees, your heart pounding excitedly.

Namjoon moves behind you, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he aligns himself with your entrance. The sensation of his tip pressing against you makes you gasp, your body trembling with need and urgency. “D-Daddy… gimme…now!” You nod eagerly, pushing your ass back slightly to show your readiness.

He pauses for a moment, glancing at you and chuckling. Oh? Oh god, that came out so suddenly. While a part of you began to panic, worried that he might find this weird, he seems to not feel repulsed by it. Instead, you hit a nail.

His breath is hot against your skin as he leans forward, whispering in your ear, “Daddy? Oh baby, just wait just a minute. I'm going to give you exactly what you need.”

With a low growl, Namjoon slowly enters you, filling you. The stretch is delicious, and you moan loudly, your fingers digging into the sheets beneath you.

Then suddenly, his hips snap into your cunt and you feel his tip kiss your g-spot within seconds. You tense and curl your back inwards, feeling the sensation grow with every thrust. Namjoon is just a god at this position, easily fucking you as if it is second nature. His cock thrusts in and out of you in perfect rhythm, slapping against your ass loudly. But you both don’t seem to care.

“F-fuck…D-Daddy!” You gasp, burying your head against your mattress, “A-ah.. I- mm ha-...f-fuck.” Your words aren’t exactly a sentence, but it is music to his ears. You can’t help it. Namjoon being inside you just makes you want to scream ever since the first time you had sex with him about a week ago. The fact he just keeps going and going, without a care for how sensitive you are turns you on beyond belief.

Namjoon’s hand brushes against your hip and presses down at the small of your back, pushing your back from curling inwards to arching back again, “There we go… good girl. I want you to stay arched for me, okay pretty girl?” You whimper and nod a few times, looking back to see him intensely staring at your form. He rubs small circles into your back and holds you there, keeping you arched for his big cock.

Jimin and Yoongi sit in front of you against the headboard, stroking their dicks as they watch Namjoon have his way with you. They are just as turned on as you are, their eyes never leaving the sight of Namjoon's hard cock sliding inside you and your breasts jiggling from the movement. Both of their cocks throb with need, pre-cum dripping down their shafts.

"You're such a good girl," Yoongi purrs, his voice heavy with lust. "Let your other daddy prepare you for me."

Jimin nods in agreement, stroking his dick faster. The sight of you taking Namjoon's cock like this, so eagerly and willingly, is a huge turn-on for him. He wants to be inside you again, to feel you wrap your tight walls around his dick. So he gets up moving right in front of your mouth, grabbing your chin to guide it to his cock, which remains hard once again.

Your lips open immediately, eager to please Jimin. Jimin loves to be the center of attention, and you don’t mind that. You want to make him feel good. But once it’s Yoongi’s turn, you’re going to ravish him with so much love and attention for his patience.

As Jimin thrusts into your mouth, Namjoon continues to fuck you from behind, your bodies moving in sync. He repeatedly slams his girthy length deep in your cunt, practically begging you to squirt on his shaft. And god you are so close to cumming. You notice Namjoon is getting close too. You can tell from how his thrusts are getting sloppier, or how his hand presses deeper into your back, forcing your arch lower and lower.

“Fuck…” Namjoon groans, leaning forward to rest his head against your mid back. You feel his balls smack against your cunt, with his body pressing down against yours as you two become one. He can tell you were close, muttering, “You’re going to cum…huh, baby girl?”

You let out a loud moan rumbling against Jimin’s cock as a response, with your hips jerking up. It feels so good to the point where you can't control your bodily movements anymore. Namjoon sits back up, growling under his breath and then stiffens. You don’t realize what is happening until you feel a warm load shoot deep into your pussy, the sensation tips you over the edge causing you to cum as well. You hold onto Jimin’s thighs for dear life as he continues his moments, tears pooling at your eyes as you try your best not to choke.

Load after load shoots into your walls and coats you in white, milking him completely dry. Namjoon’s cum now mixes with yours and Jimin’s juices.

But holy shit... and you thought the first time with him was crazy, but Namjoon is just constantly filled with surprises. His hand presses into your back again, keeping you arched as he rides out his high.

Jimin pulls out first, followed by Namjoon, who slowly comes to a stop before withdrawing from inside you. The sudden emptiness leaves you breathless, and you collapse onto the bed, utterly spent.

Your body feels sore and exhausted, every muscle aching from the intensity of the experience. Maybe you should start working out if you're going to be engaging in these types of activities moving forward, you think with a wry smile.

"You were amazing," Namjoon murmurs, his voice tender as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Yoongi, you’re up.” He gives a head nod signaling towards the other man who has been patiently waiting his turn.

However, Yoongi shakes his head. “Not yet. Doll just had like three orgasms in the last 40 minutes.” He gets up from the bed and grabs a water bottle, opening it before lifting your head gently to feed it to you. “Gotta keep you hydrated because the last round is going to be a tough one.”

You take a grateful sip of water, feeling the cool liquid soothe your dry throat. Yoongi’s thoughtful gesture brings a smile to your lips, and you can see the concern and care in his eyes. He sets the bottle aside, his fingers brushing your hair back gently.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his thumb stroking your cheek.

You nod, feeling a bit of your energy return. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.”

Yoongi smiles, his gaze warm and reassuring. “No problem, love. Just wanted to make sure.”

Namjoon and Jimin settle beside you, their hands gently caressing your skin, helping you relax further. God, you really chose the right men to fall in love with.

You already anticipate what you want to do next, which is riding Yoongi and letting someone else squeeze in. You want it to be Namjoon again, but his size is a little bigger than theirs, so you’re nervous to try. But that deep desire to feel them inside of you together, to feel them come undone with nothing separating them, was twisting and surging through your body.

“Can you lay down for me, baby? I’m getting on top,” you say to Yoongi, and he complies immediately, stretching out on the bed beneath you.

You straddle Yoongi, positioning yourself over him, with slow trails of cum starting to drip down. He looks up at you with dark, hungry eyes, his hands resting on your hips. You lower yourself slowly, feeling the delicious stretch as he fills you, coating himself with the cum of all his best friends. You moan softly, adjusting to the sensation of his girth, and Yoongi groans, his grip on your hips tightening.

As you begin to move, rocking your hips gently at first, you feel Namjoon and Jimin's hands on you, their touches encouraging and reassuring. The rhythm builds, and you lose yourself in the pleasure, the connection between you and Yoongi deepening with every movement.

“Is this what you wanted, doll?” Yoongi asks, his voice husky and deep.

“Yes,” you breathe, your hands resting on his chest for support as you increase the pace. “Feels good.”

“Had to save the best for last.” Yoongi chuckles confidently, his side smirk peaking out which only drives you insane.

Namjoon and Jimin continue to caress you, their hands roaming over your back, your thighs, your breasts, adding to the sensory overload. You feel a hand slip between your legs, and you realize it's Namjoon's, his fingers expertly finding your clit and adding to the intense pleasure.

You gasp, the combined sensations driving you closer to the edge. “I want more,” you manage to say, your voice trembling with need.

Namjoon leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “Tell us what you need, baby.”

“I want you… inside me too,” you confess, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

Namjoon and Yoongi exchange a look, understanding and excitement in their eyes. Namjoon positions himself behind you, his hands gentle but firm as he prepares to join you. Your mouth runs dry and you wriggle your ass, begging without words for what you know he is about to give you. A gasp falls from your lips as you feel the tip of his cock press against the place where you are already full. Your wetness drips down Yoongi’s shaft covering him in that cum mixture and making things ready for Namjoon to join the two of you.

“I'm so desperate to be inside of you, baby, but I don't want to hurt you,” he whispers, thrusting his hips just enough for you to feel his swollen head pressing into your entrance, the pressure forcing Yoongi’s cock more firmly against the other side of you, your clit throbbing mercilessly at the press of him so near to your clit.

“You won't,” you moan, lost in the thrill of what your lovers were promising to you, the tip of Namjoon’s cock throbbing just inside of your folds as Yoongi’s shaft swells deep within, his hand rising to lift your chin and bring your mouth to his.

“Tell us if it's too much,” Yoongi breathes against your lips, as he holds steady while Namjoon pushes slowly into you, your body stretching around him as you whimper at the tight burn of him slipping further in.

A poem of moans falls from all three of them as Namjoon’s hard cock slides against Yoongi’s as he seeks to join you two inside. The first few inches of him finally enveloped in your heat and pressed tightly against the firm underside of his best friend’s cock. His upper body falls lightly against your back as he trembles, fighting the urge to push himself further in. He knows both his and Yoongi’s sizes are on the bigger side, which makes him worried about hurting you. But in your fucked out haze, you plead for him to go on.

You revel in the thickness pressing against you from both sides, burning you from within. Your breasts rub against Yoongi’s chest as you kiss each other lazily, tasting Jimin lightly as well. Namjoon’s lips trace your upper back, mouthing pecks against your skin and carefully flexing his hips, his cock throbbing mercilessly as it stretches your walls even more, sliding another inch into your leaking pussy.

"Even after fucking two of us, you're still so tight," Namjoon murmurs, his voice wrecked and breath shuddering against your skin. He’s struggling to hold himself back, unable to push any more of his length into you but unwilling to relinquish the tight grip of your walls that he's already claimed. “Tiny…”

“There,” Yoongi murmurs roughly, his hand pressing more firmly against your body as he pulls out his hips, his cock slips from your heat just enough that its head rubs against Namjoon’s. They both growl profanities as they meet within you.

Yoongi continues to move beneath you, his thrusts deep and steady, his hands gripping your hips to guide your movements. The feeling of both of them inside you is almost too much, but the pleasure is overwhelming, drowning out everything else.

"Oh my god..." Your eyes widen as they start moving inside you together. You feel Namjoon shifting on top of you, sliding himself forward as Yoongi pulls out momentarily. The sinful sounds of your wetness coating them both mix with the harmony of their moans as they find a natural rhythm. Yoongi thrusts deeply within you as Namjoon pulls nearly free, the thick muscles of their cocks stroking one another as they claim you entirely. Namjoon plunges back into your pussy as Yoongi retreats, the pleasant burn that accompanies their movements fading into a latent heat that only stokes the neediness within you.

Jimin leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “You’re doing so well, doll. Just a little more.”

He takes this time to make you take his dick in your mouth once more. You open your mouth eagerly, wrapping your lips around him, the familiar taste and feel of him sending a fresh wave of arousal through you. Jimin groans softly, his hand gently cradling the back of your head as you move from Yoongi and Namjoon’s thrusts, your tongue swirling around his tip before taking him deeper.

Yoongi can feel his climax nearing quickly, the tightness throbbing and pulsing with a need to break free, Namjoon’s thick member stroking along the ridge of his shaft before withdrawing and sliding deep once again. The pressure is amplified by the mixture of all your cums running down his shaft and slicking his balls where they slap against each other.

“Oh God, fuck...!” Yoongi roughly growls, thrusting to completion.

“Mmh..!” You could only manage to rumble out at Yoongi’s sudden spurts of white coating you and Namjoon. Then, as if all timed, Namjoon releases himself inside you again and Jimin comes in your mouth as well. This is truly an out of body experience at this point as your holes are filled to the brim by your best friends turned lovers.

And to end it all up, your own coil of pleasure inside you snaps, sending waves through your body almost painfully as you finally come. Your neck arches, a cry of euphoria pouring from your mouth as your core clenches around them. Namjoon's thrusts slow as your walls throb erratically, squeezing them within you. Yoongi bucks beneath you, his cock swelling, his balls drawing up and tightening as he erupts into you. Namjoon groans brokenly on top of you both, following suit, his nails digging into Yoongi's arm as they pump you full of their seed. The heat and rush of their essences painting your walls only heighten their joint pleasure, their cocks throbbing as their cum leaks around their shafts and drips from your pink folds.

They all pull out slowly, gently placing you on the bed with your head elevated by a pillow. You can barely keep your eyes open—holy shit, you’re tapping out for the night. There are other things you want to try, but for now, you’ll call it a night.

However, they're not done. They gather at the foot of the bed, their eyes fixated on the final sight of their combined release dripping out from inside you.

"Kinda want to taste it," Jimin adds, making you blush deeply. You're starting to sober up from the haze, and a part of you thinks this is actually kind of gross. But a couple gentle licks won't hurt, right?

"We should do it as a pact and then give her hickeys to solidify this deal that we're going to be with her forever," Namjoon suggests, winking at you from below.

They exchange looks, a mix of mischief and sincerity in their eyes, and then lean in towards your heat and pepper out kitten-like licks towards your pussy. The slight overstimulation makes you wiggle in place, and they hold you down to prevent you from accidentally crushing them with your thighs. Their tongues take turns entering you as well, with Jimin’s long tongue making it further inside to clean the remnants

After a bit of licking, they clean you up perfectly, and climb up your body to leave hickeys. Namjoon opts for your neck. Yoongi opts for your left shoulder. And Jimin opts for your right breast.

"There we go, all marked up so all the guys on campus know you’re ours,” Jimin giggles, his fingers lightly tracing over the hickey he left on your breast.

“T-That… wasn’t necessary… guys,” you stutter, trying to argue with him. Despite the undeniable pleasure you felt moments ago, the marks on your skin now pose a practical problem with warmer weather approaching. You will definitely not be able to go out without having eyes questioning you. Oh well.

“Gotta take precautions so we don’t have Jaebeom trying to get at you again,” Yoongi chuckles, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he recalls the memorable party that initiated this passionate turn of events.

“And Mingyu from Sigma Lambda Tau,” Jimin adds quietly, his voice tinged with a hint of possessiveness. “Heard from Jackson and Matthew that two Nu Kappa guys were crushing on you in the library too.”

“Oh, fuck no,” Namjoon declares firmly, crossing his arms and clenching his jaw in frustration, while Yoongi’s expression darkens slightly. “I had seen them looking at her before too.”

“Huh?” You're genuinely surprised at this revelation of admirers. Where were they before all of this? Why are guys like this?

You sigh, “I’m too tired for this… Let’s save it for another time.” Despite the playful banter and the curiosity sparked by your boyfriends’ reactions, exhaustion is starting to creep in, urging you toward sleep after four orgasms. The attention of other men no longer matters when you're nestled among your closest friends.

“Anyways, how do you feel, princess?” Yoongi’s tone softens as he brings his attention back to you, poking your cheek gently with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction.

You open your eyes slowly, feeling a warm glow in their presence. "That was...fucking incredible," you reply softly, your voice still tinged with lingering pleasure. "Best fuck of my life."

Namjoon chuckles beside you, his fingertips now gently tracing patterns on your skin. "Good to hear," he murmurs, his gaze tender as he looks at you with affection.

“I’ll grab a washcloth from your bathroom and give you a quick clean before we cuddle up and sleep,” Jimin offers, his voice warm and reassuring as he moves to take care of you, ensuring comfort and intimacy in the aftermath of your shared experience.

Jimin returns with a warm, damp washcloth, gently cleaning your core with care, ensuring you're comfortable and cared for. Meanwhile, Namjoon and Yoongi lay beside you, their hands offering soothing rubs to ease any residual tension. The gentle touches and the quiet intimacy of the moment slowly lull you into a deep, restful slumber. Jimin joins the bed on Yoongi’s side after he finishes.

You don't remember much afterward, the warmth of their legs wrapped around you and the security of their presence cocooning you into a profound sense of peace. You haven’t felt like this in the longest time. Probably since that time you spent with your ex-boyfriend. But now…

Everything has fallen into place.

“I love you guys so much.” You mumble, pressed against Namjoon and Yoongi’s chests and before you drift into sleep, you hear all three of your boyfriends respond back with the same words.

But whatever happens in the future, you think you will be alright, just by having Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin by your side.

Who would’ve thought that this all began when you realized you started to really love them, lately?

Finally, they let you love them too.

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ONE LAST tbc !!!!! :D

a/n: as i mentioned previously, we only have one more chapter to go! it is the epilogue: shift (outro). we are past the angst, so don't worry about that (i think...). I had a lot of left over smut scenes i initially wrote for this, but didn't want to be repetitive so i will insert it into the epilogue heheheheh. ch 12/epilogue will come out in the next 2 weeks. I'm almost done writing it, but I still need to add a little more and fix some things, plus editor rae proofreading. i hope you guys enjoyed the ride this far, and i'll see you in the epilogue! i will be adding more notes regarding the series later on!

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