#now please call yoongi and tell him to calm the fuck down please

[violetsiren90]

I just want to take his face in my hands and look him dead in the eyes and tell him how incredibly proud we are of him. Of the man he is. His parents should be proud. His country should be proud. HE should be proud.

he’s so handsome 🤍

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ughh I just came back from re reading the cruel intentions drabbleee, I want to see girl dad jungkook so badd

no but girl dad jungkook that just lets her do whatever she wants, whenever she wants against the mc's will

Punishment

Jungkook cannot help but release a sigh - a sigh so deep from his chest that he has to take a deep breath to regain back all of the oxygen he let out. His hands rub at his temples, eyes closing a bit so he can process the words that the young man before him speaks.

“Who…why are you here?”

Jungkook was tired - simple. He was tired of running this empire that was known as Bangtan. Sure, he wasn’t doing it alone. But it was enough to drive his stress levels high. He often had headaches having to deal with the new recruits - all young and determined, but dumb as shit and often made mistakes.

“You can’t keep hurting the men that work for you, Kook.” Yoongi had said to him one day, scolding him with his tone and those feline-like eyes. 

“I-I don’t know what you mean, Jeon-ssi.” the young man murmurs, sitting across from Jungkook as he speaks. He’s obviously nervous, hands trembling in his lap.

“Someone had to have let you on to this job because I sure as hell didn’t!” Jungkook barks, crashing his hand down onto his desk. “I bet it was Taehyung, huh? He always wants to give me his shitty people.”

The last thing Jungkook needed was to deal with more shit - on top of more shit. Over the course of the last few months, he had to pick up the slack of other new recruits. His products were being lost, which meant his money was slowing down (not enough to hinder him, just enough to piss him off) which meant he had clients waiting longer than what they should be.

“I apologize, Jeon-ssi. I should have been more attentive-”

“More attentive to my product?” Jungkook leans forward. On his desk is a brick of what is supposed to be coke sent straight from overseas - what he got was not coke. “Have you ever done drugs?”

The man - boy, he appeared to be in his late teens - shakes his head with wider eyes. 

Jungkook turns his eyes to the surrounding men, all standing behind the one seated across from him. They were all seemingly new, some here longer than others. 

“This is not coke.” Jungkook murmurs. “You were instructed to check the product before handing them millions of my money, correct?”

“Yes, but-”

“Shut up.” Jungkook hisses. “Now what we got is some cheap imitation of fucking coke and I’m down millions of fucking dollars because of you,” Jungkook points at the wide-eye boy. “and all of you,” he waves his arms around to the surrounding men. “who cannot do something so simple!”

Jungkook wants to ask his hyung’s what they do when their men act foolish if he was instructed to not hurt them. His hand itches to strike each and every one of them and he was trying his hardest to be the bigger person.

Jungkook closes his eyes. “Just take a deep breath…” he hears your voice in his mind; so soothing and calm. 

Jungkook opens his eyes and stands. “Tomorrow, you all will be going back overseas and getting me my money back. This,” Jungkook picks up the brick of cocaine - if only it was authentic, and throws it at one man - it hits him in the chest harshly. “is unacceptable.”

The room is silent as Jungkook gives his orders. He doesn’t dismiss them properly and only waves his hands for them to leave. They all scurry off, seemingly throwing one another out the door to be out of the older man's sights.

“I’m proud.”

Jungkook groans again at hearing the voice.

“Jimin.”

“You never add hyung to my name anymore.” Jimin enters the room and behind him, another young recruit. “I’m hurt.”

“Why the fuck is he here?” Jungkook didn’t have time for small talk. “Please…please don’t tell me you fucked up again?”

Jungkook doesn’t have the mental capacity to handle the amount of screw ups everyone has been throwing his way lately. 

“Ji-hu…” Jimin pushes the younger man inside the office. “...tell Kookie,” 

“Don’t call me that.” Jungkook injects. “Speak.” he then says to Ji-hu.

Jimin shuts the door to the office behind him and leans against him. He is always amused when Jungkook is visibly upset.

“I…we may have-”

“May have?” Jungkook quoted. “You may have what? It’s either you did or you didn’t?”

Ji-hu glances away for a moment. “The heist…”

Jungkook groans loudly, crashing against his seat.

“I told Taehyung-”

“As did I.” Jimin nods in agreement before Jungkook can finish his sentence. “These new batches of men we have are completely useless. You all are always fucking up.”

“Don’t we pay you enough, Ji-hu?” Jungkook stands, rounding the desk and stalking his way towards Ji-hu. “You were appointed leader of that heist because I am well aware of your abilities. You let me down like the rest of them.”

Jimin crosses his arms just as Jungkook slaps Ji-hu on the side of his head. He proceeds to do it a few more times, letting out more frustration than necessary on the poor boy - but he would be lying if he said it wasn’t an amusing sight. Jungkook looked more like a father disciplining his child than anything else. 

“I’m sorry, Jeon-ssi-”

“Jimin, where’s everyone else that was on the heist?”

“Outside. Would you like me to get them, Kookie?”

Jungkook glares at his older friend but only nods. 

It took five minutes for the rest of the men to return and now Jungkook decides that, however comical it may be to Jimin, that he had to do what was right to shape these men into where they need to be.

Yoongi would be proud that he wasn’t causing damaging harm to them.

Jungkook swings the belt against the younger mens back, each blow slapping against their skin harshly and leaving a stinging effect each time. 

“I shouldn’t have to beat you all into submission,” Jungkook hisses, slamming down his belt more on the four men. “I don’t even have to do this to my own son!”

Jimin wants to say it was because Jungkook would never hit Jin-seon - who now is a direct carbon copy of his father at the age of 10,  attitude and all. Jin-seon’s behavior is often excused by his father and only corrected by his mother, but knowing how Jungkook was raised, Jimin understands why he allows his son to do whatever he wishes.

There’s a knock on the door that halts Jungkook’s beating to his men. He turns towards Jimin who only shrugs his shoulders.

“Enter.” Jungkook sighs, turning towards the door fully.

The door opens and immediately, Jungkook’s eyes soften.

You widen your own eyes at the four men, all cowering on the ground with welts on their exposed skin. You’re holding a large tray in your arms and you contemplate turning away.

“Appa, look!”

“Jin-ah, appa’s busy-”

Your daughter doesn’t care - she never did. 

Jimin watches as Jin-ah, the small 5 year old girl, runs towards her father who kneels down to bring her into his arms. She isn't fazed by the four men who are forming bruises onto their skin as she had seen this before on accident. “They were being bad so appa had to punish them, baby. No need to worry.” was what Jungkook had told her when she asked why a few men were bleeding all over the place. 

“Eomma and me made lunch!” Jin-ah is excited, her eyes wide with excitement. She had most of the lunch she prepared herself - a complete mess that only a five year old could make - on a tray and insisted that you and she take it to her father. Jungkook would eat whatever concoction Jin-ah made for him, the worst being ramen cooked in coffee and milk because she knew her father liked them.

“I made the tea.” you sigh, stepping into the room. There was no stopping Jin-ah now. “Um,”

You glance down again to the men on the ground. 

“They were being bad, eomma.” Jin-ah says, pointing to the men. 

Jimin cackles at this while you only sigh, wishing Jungkook would try better to not normalize what he’s involved with to the children. 

“Very bad.” Jungkook hugs Jin-ah tighter, peppering her soft cheeks with kisses. His heart swells when his daughter wraps her small arms around his neck.

“Can I banish them?” your daughter asks when she’s releasing her father’s neck.

“It’s pronounced punish-”

Jungkook is interrupted by your stern hiss. “No! You can’t!” you walk over the men who remained kneeling on the ground to place the tray onto Jungkook’s desk. “Let’s go-”

“I wanna stay.” Jin-ah clings onto her father, nails digging into his shirt. 

“Why don’t we all just have a little tea party?” Jimin claps his hands. “Come, Jin-ah, sit on the ground with us.”

Jimin grabs the tea just as Jungkook allows his daughter down. She goes towards Jimin who has set out four glass cups - taken from Jungkook’s liquor cabinet - and into each of the men’s hands. “Pour them their tea, Jin-ah.”

“I-I don’t really drink tea-”

“You’ll drink whatever my daughter serves you.” Jungkook isn’t amused with the lack of respect for his daughter’s hospitality.

“Yes, Jeon-ssi.”

Jin-ah is happy to pour the tea - that barely makes it into their cups and instead is poured on their hands and lap instead. To avoid any reaction from her father, then men remain quiet, dying on the inside at the burns they’ll be receiving. 

Jin-ah sits across from the men and speaks about nonsense - whatever cartoon she’s watched lately and what goes on at her school. You shake your head, turning your eyes to your husband. “Really?”

Jungkook has a soft smile on his lips as he looks at his daughter. “She looks so happy.” he murmurs. “How could I say no to her?”

You cross your arms. “I do it all the time.” you murmur. 

“I remember how small she was when she was first born. I knew she loved me when she didn’t cry in my arms.”

“You cried instead.” you snort, leaning against his desk at the memories of your daughter's birth. 

You suppose it was emotional for Jungkook as he wasn’t able to be there for Jin-seon’s. He was very attentive, determined to witness you during your entire pregnancy. It was astonishing to see  your stomach grow bigger and bigger each month.

“Let’s have another one.” Jungkook winks at you suggestively, jokingly. Though he wouldn’t be opposed. 

“No.” you deadpan and it causes Jungkook to wrap you into a tight embrace. “Dealing with three Jungkook’s is hectic enough. You truly want me to add a fourth?”

Jungkook only snickers, placing his lips at the nape of your neck. He inhales your sweet scent, a familiar scent of home to it.

[whyse7vn]

PARK JIMIN & JUNG HOSEOK

FRI(END) ZONE:

“Jimin come on it’s been like a week”

“What, the group chat has been that boring without me?”

“You’ve been ignoring everyone”

“I’m talking to you now aren’t i?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes at the younger man. Whe he watches from the kitchen doorway as Jimin aggressively scrubs at his counter tops.

“Barely i had to force my way in here”

“Which i can still call the police for by the way” Jimin turns his back on Hoseok to now scrub the counter top closest to his sink.

“You’re upset”

“No i’m not”

“You’re aggressively cleaning right now”

“I am so no-“ Jimin pauses and looks down at the sponge that’s is practically being chocked out by his right hand he loosens his grip, lets out a sigh then lightly continues scrubbing his counter top “I’m normally cleaning, like any normal unupset person would maybe you’re-“

“Jimin”

“Go away”

“You like her”

Jimin sharply inhales.

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

“It’s okay if you like her you k-“

Jimin quickly turns to face Hoseok “OKAY?!” He throws the wet sponge he had been using to ‘lightly’ clean his countertops in Hoseok’s direction.

“What the fuc-“

“YOU like her, Jungkook likes her, Tae likes her, Jin likes her, Yoongi likes her and fucking Namjoon likes her what part of that is OKAY?!”

“Woah first of all calm down-“

“Me and her are freinds” Jimin’s eyes are stern and his body tense.

Hoseok shoots him a look of confusion “…okay?”

“That’s it”

“Well that’s not it because you like her”

Jimin stares at Hoseok for an awkward amount of time before promptly turning away from him once more.

“You know what i have other things and people to worry about right now”

“What like Taemin?”

“Yeah. like Taemin”

“Taemin is a distraction”

“I-” He pauses “like Taemin”

“Yeah? You can’t even say that shit confidentiality get real Jimin”

“You—”

“He messages you back every other month at most”

“You know nothing”

“I know that he’s a pretty shit distraction and that you feel left out”

“Left out?” Jimin can feel the anger build in him “Stop talking like you know what i’m thinking and feeling because-“

“You feel left out, they argue less about her flirt more openly and comfortably subconsciously they’re forming a dynamic. a dynamic you’re not apart of”

“And you are?”

“Just ‘cuz i don’t flirt like the others do doesn’t mean i’m not apart of anything. i’ve talked to her that’s something you should do too”

“Wait when did you—” Curiosity finally allowing Jimin to face Hoseok again.

“You’re scared of being left behind but actively do nothing to prevent that worry about yourself right now Jimin you feel like you’re running out of time fix that”

“That’s easier said than done you know that”

“Not really the way i see it is that you’ve put yourself in the friendzone no one is holding you back except you Jimin”

“You can’t jus—”

“Anyways i’m gonna go now this was….yeah also please call Namjoon back before he goes insane and tell Jungkook you’re alive so he can stop crying good talk bro”

With that Hoseok turns on his heels and leaves a dumb founded Jimin standing in his kitchen.

“Good..” The front door slams “…talk?”

—

don’t ask me how i got yellow just know i had to kill some people heart emoji skull emoji praying emoji

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Holiday - BTS OT7 CEO AU Bonus Chapter 14.5

Sorry for being MIA my loves, life for the moment has calmed slightly, who knows what it has in store tomorow. Just a note, I'm no longer doing taglists as theyre too hard to keep up with and I am trying to avoid stress. Sorry about that I hope this goofy chapter makes up for it <3

4.6K words of the italy trip with the troublesome trio. Warnings: Smut, jealousy, sex implied as a weapon (for revenge), edging, possesive behavior, orgasm denial, money (yes this is a warning it made me swoon)

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THURSDAY

Seven hours into the flight was when what you dreaded happened. The private jet had wifi, and a part of you thought you were going to be safe from the older CEOs if they couldn’t reach you with your mobile on airplane mode, but when it rings thousands of miles in the air, your heart drops. The maknaes eyes all dart to the ringing device in your hand, as you contemplate answering it, but before you can make a decision, it's snatched from your hold. 

“Good evening Hyung,” Taehyung answers smugly. You try reaching for it but he keeps it out of reach.

“Put it on speaker,” Jimin whispers, pressing his ear to the otherside of the phone while Jungkook holds you back from fighting them for it. 

You don’t know what’s said on the other line but Taehyung’s eyes pierce through you, an almost villainous look on his face. 

“We came to flower’s favourite place,” the smirk on his face is dangerous and you knew he wasn’t thinking clearly about the repercussions by taunting them. 

“Tae,” you say warningly, holding your hand out for the phone, not that you would fare better with talking to them. 

“We’d be waiting for you for a while Hyung,” he snickers cruelly, not a side of him you saw very often at all, but when there was a vendetta or score involved, it didn’t matter who it was up against, Taehyung would betray his own flesh and blood for revenge. 

Okay, maybe that was a little far-fetched even in your own mind, but you remember the company sports day, the first and last, where your seemingly innocent boyfriend betrayed Jimin, his closest bestest friend/soulmate, to win, and no one saw it coming. There was a major fall out before everyone started betraying each other in the subsequent races and Namjoon decided that never again would the company have another competing event. The moral of the story? Never underestimate Kim Taehyung. 

“We’ve decided to go on an impromptu holiday for the weekend.”

The grin on his face at whatever is said on the other line is nothing short of evil. He was going to get you killed with this, now you understood why the idiom was about being thrown under the bus, this felt like a damn car crash and you hadn’t even arrived at your destination. Maybe when you landed you could just fly back and apologise. 

“Have a good weekend Hyung.”

He ends the call and passes you back your phone as if he hadn’t just declared world war three! Jungkook finally lets you go and stretches in the aisle, laughing with the other two while you bite your bottom lip nervously. They wouldn’t blame you if you said the maknaes had kidnapped you, would they?

Your phone rings in your hand again, this time with Yoongi’s caller ID, you quickly answer it before they notice, not even able to say hello before an angry voice greets you. 

“Y/n where the fuck have they taken you?” Yoongi growls through the line.

“We’ve… I’ve,” you swallow down your nerves, “Italy…?”

You say it like a question that answers everything, but you really didn’t know how else to respond. 

​​"Kitten, you just agreed to these brats? You didn't think to tell us first?"

“Yoongi,” you whine, “please don’t be mad, it’s just… they just-”

Your phone flies out of your hand, you were too focused on the call to notice the troublesome trio caught on. 

“What-” you gasp, not realising straight away what had happened. “Jungkook! That’s my phone, give it back!”

But he doesn’t, even as you fight him for it. Instead he looks at you like he’s berating you for ruining their masterplans, holding it way above your head as you jump for it, trying to pull his arm down.

“I think we should hold onto this for a little while, bunny,” he says sternly, “you obviously can’t be trusted.”

“Jeon Jungkook give me back my phone,” you scowl.

“Nope,” his lips pop.

“Angel, the whole point in this revenge plot is to deny the Hyungs access to you, we can’t have you calling them, it defeats the point,” Jimin lectures you as if you were dense which only makes you scowl more.

“Oh they’ll have access,” Taehyung smirks, the evil glint in his eyes still present and unsatiated. “But only when we want them to.”

FRIDAY

Arriving at the apartment yesterday (if you could call it that it was more like a villa), quelled your worry over the others, it was too beautiful to think of anything else. When Taehyung told you they bought it, it took a while for your jaw to come off the ground. How they had done it in such a short amount of time you would never know, but the happy way they showed you around, holding you, soft kisses as you smiled, made you completely forget about the purpose of this visit, until of course they woke you up before the sunrise with needy kisses. 

“It’s too early,” you whine incoherently, but somehow they understood you.

“Blame Mr mastermind,” Jimin yawns, although the way Jungkook’s undressing you has his bottom half stirring the rest of him awake. 

“It has to be now if we want our gift to arrive on time,” Taehyung chuckles deeply, something akin to what you imagine a classic maniacal tv villain to sound like. 

“Oh yes,” you scoff, “I forgot I’m just a means for revenge.” You always got caught in the middle of their rivalry, you just didn’t expect it to sting so much this time around, like you were being used. You try to go back to sleep, having had enough of this ridiculous childish behaviour, but Taehyung pulls you up by your arm until you're sitting upright in front of him. 

“Our love for you flower,” he mumbles, pushing your hair out of your face, searching your face earnestly, reading your insecurities like a book, “and our punishment for the hyungs are two very separate matters…”

Something ice cool touches your neck, making you shiver violently in your sleepy state. 

Jungkook’s arms wrap around you from behind, trying to keep your nearly naked form warm, while Taehyung’s fingers on your nape clasp what you realise now is a choker. 

“This holiday is just one stone to deal with them both,” his fingers tilt up your chin so he can show Jimin the sparkle of a hundred diamonds adorning your neck. 

“Perfect,” the eldest of the trio hums in approval before mumbling, “as they say, revenge is best served cold.” 

He smirks, eyes darting down your body as Jungkook starts kissing your neck, both the chill of the piece and the warmth of your skin touching his lips. 

“The recording…” It’s hard to concentrate on Taehyung’s words when the maknae’s fingers dance around your waist, his arms holding you tighter against him. He’s already hard and it’s all your body wants to focus on, but Tae distracts you when you notice the phone in his hand.

“...is for them,” there’s glint of mischief in his eyes, a devilish smirk, “this,” his fingers trace the line of priceless jewels embellishing his beautiful flower, “is for us.” 

—

You can see why they say revenge is an act of passion as your fingertips grip the bed sheets for dear life, open mouth moaning into the mattress beneath you. Your body’s splayed out for his pleasure, his thrusts unrelenting.

“I can see why Namjoon Hyung favours this position,” Jungkook moans out, palm on your back holding you down. “Fuck Baby girl your squeezing me so tight.”

There’s a sadistic chuckle from his lips as he watches his dick slide in and out. He pushes back in deeper, harder, pressing his chest to your back, the angle hitting new spots that made you want to scream. 

“You’re wetting my dick so well,” he murmurs into your ear seductively, just for you to hear, covering you with his whole body, wanting to feel you everywhere. He can feel you breathing hard with the way he smothers you, 

Your hand clamps over your mouth, earning a displeased grunt from Jungkook before he bites down on your shoulder in warning.

“Kitten don’t cover your mouth,” Jimin taunts, forcing your hand away with his grip tight around your wrist, watching you bite your lips so hard they might bleed. “Let the Hyungs hear you.” 

“She really does look like a kitten with that choker,” Taehyung’s signature deep lilt rumbles, his voice full of amusement. His thumb pulls your bottom lip until it's released from your teeth, little gasps escaping as you try to keep quiet knowing they were recording you. Even if the thought turned you on so much you were extra sensitive to their touch, you wanted them to hear you, wanted to moan their names too but that would be too cruel wouldn’t it? And Taehyung wouldn’t be too pleased with that either. 

“Come on beautiful girl let them hear you,” Jungkook orders gutturally, leaning back before his palm spanks your ass hard before returning to your hip, the slap heard sharp through the air followed by your delicious whines. His grip is bruising as he picks up the pace, wanting to elicit more out of you. The harder he fucks you the more his Hyung’s will hear, the thought makes his dumb fucked out grin wider. 

“Don’t call her you know what,” Jimin laughs, the punishment of this was enough for Hobi he was sure, but he couldn’t feel entirely sorry for him when he was one of the perpetrators that locked him out. “Hoseok Hyungs scary when he’s pissed.” 

“He didn’t call her a good girl so he’s exempt,” Taehyung mumbles, almost losing himself to the show you and Jungkook were performing, his heel pressing against his aching length so hard he bites back a groan. Jimin was faring no better, hands in his pants, eyes drunk on how Junkook played with you like his own fuckdoll, you could do nothing but lie there and take it.

“Ah Kookie right there,” you almost scream, the head of Jungkook’s cock was stroking your G-spot making your toes curl, your mouth hanging open, saliva dripping down your lips. “O-oh fuck!” 

Your clit was begging to be touched to push you over, but your limbs were too busy keeping you somewhat steady so you didn’t go crashing into the headboard or falling off the bed. You doubt Jungkook would stop even if you did.

“Baby girl if you want to cum…” Taehyung says with a sinister smug smirk, as if he could hear your thoughts, “... call Jungkook daddy.” 

You whimper in protest, shaking your head vehemently, not wanting to. It was a step too far, you eyed the device in front of you recording away, as if Namjoon was right there listening now. You wouldn’t do that to him, even if your being was screaming at you to do as Tae said just to taste a fucking orgasm. 

“Tsk, bad flower,” Taehyung grumbles, looking annoyed that you wouldn’t behave for his masterplan. “Hyung deserves to be punished.”

He smooths the hair away from your face, leaning down close to you as Jungkook eased his pounding a smidge, edging both of you. It was so close.

“Be a good girl hmmm,” Tae grunts in your ear, trying to be persuasive, using that name against you, “call Jungkook daddy.”

You shake your head again in refusal at his command, you wouldn’t. The hand in your hair slides down your neck, a finger hooking on the back of your choker, tugging hard, a warning to behave. The pressure on your neck made you go dizzy, the rim of gems almost cutting, eyes rolling back as you let out a guttural moan. You meet his now dark gaze, a shiver down your spine has you seconds away cumming, but it seemed the punishment to the older CEOs now extended to you.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung sighs in disappointment and the cock that was pounding into you now disappears with a groan. You feel your walls pulsate against nothing, the emptiness almost painful, but all Taehyung does is kiss your tears as they slip down, letting go of you so your head hits the mattress again, and stopping the recording as he throws the phone aside. He could always edit the audio anyway.

You feel a wetness on your back, the sounds of the maknae fisting his cock until his load shoots all over you. 

“Should we send a picture with the recording?” He smirks looking down at you knowing how much his favourite hyungs would appreciate such a beautiful view. Jungkook turns you on your back, peering down at you with love in his eyes but a smile so devilish. “What do you think bunny?”

You don’t even know what he’s on about, words unable to enter your ears with the way they were pounding, your clit throbbing with the need to be touched, your pussy weeping. 

“Wanna cum,” you whine, thighs rubbing together searching for some sort of friction. 

“Aww Angel wants to cum?” Jimin coos as you squirm before he snickers, glancing at Taehyung’s stone face knowing you weren't going to get there for a while regardless of how much you’d beg and plead. There was a reason Taehyung’s previous partners would call him a tiger in bed, the man could flip a switch in a second, his duality constantly pulling and pushing his partners to and from the edge. Right now, the oldest maknae could see the displeasure of your disobedience in his eyes, the air around him turning dangerous. It was going to be a long day. 

—

“I’m surprised you can stand,” Jimin’s teasing voice pulls you out of your reverie. How long were you staring at this painting for? You lost yourself to it. 

“No thanks to you,” you mutter, eyes still on the soft brushstrokes on the canvas in front of you. At least they let you sleep before your sight seeing, the Europeans had it right, naps in the afternoon should be the law.  

“You’ve been staring at this one for an hour,” Jimin exaggerates with a pout, trying to figure out what was holding your attention. “And Taehyung’s been staring at you.”

At this you turn around to find indeed your devious mastermind boyfriend staring a hole into your back, normally you’d feel his eyes on you but not today. He didn’t like that, he just kept his gaze on you intensely, trying to telepathically get you to notice him but it didn’t work. 

“Who could blame him?” Jimin smirks suggestively, “all these famous paintings and they don’t hold a candle to my angel.”

You roll your eyes, walking away from him and the disgusting amount of cheese he was spewing, trying to locate the last of the troublesome trio. You find Jungkook also enjoying the actual art in the gallery, you were honestly surprised Tae wasn’t with him, this was typically his scene.

“Kookie, do you like this one?” you ask him, taking his hand in yours as you walked past a statue he spent a few more seconds on than the others. 

“Mmmm,” he hums absentmindedly, “the detail’s amazing.”

He sighs in wonder, round eyes admiring the next one in line.

“I need to know how they made it.”

“You want to make one too?” you jest, smiling at him endearingly as he continued to stare. 

“I want to make one of you,” he confesses so easily, making your organs somersault. You try not to let your jaw drop.

“You’re ridiculous,” you breathe, laughing as you pull him away from the exhibit. 

You head back towards the paintings, only to find Taehyung staring intently at your favourite one as if he was ready to start a war with it. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise you if he did considering his current regime for vengeance. You frown when someone in a business suit greets him with a handshake, wondering how the two knew each other. The conversation, whatever it was about, looks deep, and your curiosity wants you to eavesdrop. 

“Angel lets go to the gift shop,” Jimin grabs your other hand, steering you away before you walk over to Taehyung. 

“Who’s Tae talking to?” You ask, trying to catch a glimpse of the pair as Jimin pulls you and Jungkook in tow.

“Just business,” he replies, not really answering the question at all.

—

Taehyung’s heart is in his throat when they deliver it. It’s the evening, he was hoping you wouldn't be back until after the delivery, but you were so worried about his despondency, especially when he left the three of you and came back to the apartment alone. You had to force Jimin and Jungkook to end the dinner plans early, opting for take out instead. They had to listen to you when you threatened to find Taehyung without them.

“What… what is this?” You gasp, jaw on the floor as they uncover it. No fucking way, nope, no, he didn’t…… for fuck sake he did, you stare incredulously at him, knowing exactly who was behind the purchase. “Kim Taehyung you did not.”

He swears he could see the steam leave your ears and flared nostrils. Even the men from the gallery glanced at you both in worry, contemplating waiting to see if you were going to murder him before they made their leave.

“Flower-”

“Return it.” There was no room for argument in your tone, but argue with you he would. 

“Flower,” he says again patiently, “I wanted it for you.”

Jimin and Jungkook were hiding in the other room praying for Taehyung’s survival, while simultaneously hiding from you. They warned Taehyung about the consequences, you had already made explicit rules about stuff like this, and you never took it well when they broke them. 

“Taehyung, I don't even want to think about how much it cost, or it's going to make me sick,” you say, actually feeling nauseous and slightly dizzy. This was overwhelming, he was overwhelming. 

He sighs before approaching you, fingers stroking your sides to try and calm you, but your arms are crossed in front of you like a barricade. 

“The cost doesn’t matter,” he says, pressing a finger to your lips before you can fight with him, his forehead leaning on yours, eyes beseeching you. “I want to spoil you, why won’t you let me?”

You exhale exasperated. 

“It’s too much,” your jaw ticks, he wasn’t going to win this one. “It’s ridiculously too much!”

“Says who?” he asks you, smiling softly despite your anger. He caresses your face with both hands, holding you so delicately as if you were the million-billion euro-pound-won painting. You couldn’t think of the cost, you just couldn't, you would implode.  

“Tae-”

“I love you, I wanted to buy it for you,” a gentle kiss to your nose has your defences shaking, doubled with the gentle lilt in his voice. “My perfect flower deserves the world, why can’t I buy her a part of it, hmmm?”

“You just can’t,” but your own voice starts to match his in volume, and he has to stop himself from grinning in premature victory. 

“But I want to,” the softest kiss to your lips before he pulls away. “You deserve more, why won’t you let us spoil you?”

“Tae,” you sigh, eyes starting to water, it was too much, your heart was so full you could feel it in your chest. You couldn’t accept this, he bought you the painting you were staring at for fuck sake, it was beyond ridiculous, he shouldn’t have.

“I am grateful for the sentiment, but you have to return it,” you say as he shakes his head in refusal, “please.”

“No,” he replies simply, you weren’t going to win this one. “I know you love it, and I want you to have it, that’s it.”

You sniffle, tears starting to drop which he wipes away.

“But it's too much,” you wail, making him want to laugh at how precious you look.

“You said that already,” he pulls you into his embrace, your arms uncrossing to wrap around him. 

“B-but youdun e-even k-now why I like it-” he can barely understand with you gasping for breath between words as you sobbed.

He should feel bad for making you cry but you were so adorable he couldn’t help laughing a little. He kisses the side of your head, smiling as you mumble against him, trying to fight but you already lost. 

SATURDAY 

“Why did you bring your laptop on holiday!” Jimin groans as he walks into the bedroom to find you sitting crossed legged on the bed, furiously typing away.

“I just have one more thing to finish…” you mumble without glancing at him.

“Bunny you seriously have issues,” Jungkook mutters, Jimin turning in surprise to see him on the armchair, chin in his hand, elbow on the arm rest, staring at you as if you were some weird enigma.

“We brought you to your favourite place on Earth,” Jimin exclaims dramatically, trying to close the laptop but you take it away from his reach. “And you’re working?”

“Two seconds, just two more.”

Jimin sighs, fingers raking through his hair as he stands with his hands on his hips ready to berate you before he realises someone was missing.

“Where’s Taehyung?”

The maknae shrugs, but this question makes you look up from the screen like a meerkat.

“Huh?” You look at the end of the bed, as if you’re expecting him to be there. “He was just there…”

You shrug to yourself, sure he was somewhere having fun, turning back to the laptop with intent while Jimin looks at you incredulously. Fine he’ll give you your two seconds but he isn’t happy about it. He starts pacing in front of you, arms crossed and huffing, but it does nothing to deter your work or gain him any attention.  

It’s when his legs start aching that he’s decided you’ve had long enough. 

“Angel put it away before I throw it out the window,” he warned, but you completely ignore him as if he didn’t say a word. Is this how flies felt when they buzzed incessantly around the room screaming for attention… did he really compare himself to a fly… he couldn’t help making the comparison, you were the one to make him feel so insignificant and he flew you to Italy for pete's sake. He marches towards you, not really wanting to resort to violence but you weren’t budging.  “Fine, have it your way.”

“You guys took my phone, don’t touch my laptop,” you warn when he takes another step closer.

“You were gonna call them!”

“And you’ve had your fun and gotten your revenge, let me just finish this.”

“You said two seconds, IT'S BEEN TWO HOURS,” he yells, exasperated.

“It’s been twenty minutes,” you scoff as if that was any better.

“Are they working you too hard?” Jungkook interrupts asking you bluntly, having watched your session since near the start, he thinks he's deciphered the reason behind it.

You hesitate, swallowing around nothing. Why did that question make you nervous?

“Nothing I’m not used to,” you reply, it’s not like working with them was any easier.

“So yes they are,” Jimin confirms. “Yesterday you were enjoying this impromptu holiday, today you look like you’re going to fight us if we try and take you outside.”

“We will take you outside eventually, bunny,” Jungkook adds, “kicking and screaming if we have to.”

“What changed angel?” Jimin narrows his eyes.

You try and avoid their gazes, confession on the tip of your tongue at their interrogation but their judgement holds you back, 

“Spill angel,” Jimin stands with his arms crossed, voice firm.

You groan, falling head first into the duvet as if you could bury your response there forever. 

“It’s stupid,” you mumble against the fabric. 

“What did she say?” 

“Fuck knows,” Jungkook frowns.

You sigh, picking yourself up in defeat. 

“I had a nightmare last night,” you mutter, making things no clearer for the two as they look at each other in question. “About work…”

There’s a beat of silence as your confession sinks in.

“Taehyung's right…” Jimin says as if he’s come to an epiphany, “you really are a good girl.”

You feel your cheeks burn, trying not to let your jaw fall slack as the oldest maknae grins, laughing at you softly. 

“It’s not funny,” you say to the pair as the youngest also decides to cackle too. “They found out I skipped work and then started yelling at me and it scared the shit out of me okay.”

But your words only make them laugh harder, Jimin characteristically falling to the floor as he holds his stomach. You roll your eyes, trust them to understand.

“I’m gonna go find Tae,” you mumble, slamming your laptop shut and exiting the room while they try and fail to control themselves.

“Wait, we're coming with you,” Jimin calls after you, still laughing loudly, the corners of his mouth almost touching his ears. 

Maybe they were right, maybe you did need to enjoy yourself while you could, who knew what work had in store for you when you went back. There was nothing you could do about that, but there was something you could do now. 

You find your target looking at the painting he bought from the gallery yesterday, the one you still couldn’t believe was hanging on the wall of your holiday home. If Taehyung didn’t have the money to buy it you’re sure he would’ve stolen it for you instead. For some reason you could picture him being an art thief in another life. 

He was staring so intently, it was as if the roles had reversed from yesterday, his eyes darting around each pigment on the canvas trying to decipher it. The way you had paid it attention almost made him jealous, so of course he had to buy it for you, at least to try and figure out why you loved it at first sight. 

“Hey tiger,” you greet him gleefully, and he’s more than happy to look at you instead. He grins when you wink at him flirtily like Jin does to you from time to time, but you do it more dramatically, eyebrows dancing as you approach him. 

“Tiger?” he chuckles, that one was new from you, but he didn’t mind it even if it was tainted from lovers past. 

You grab his arm with both hands, tugging him gently towards you, a silent plea to follow you, and he would, absolutely anywhere if you asked. The other two aren’t far behind, but your focus is solely on him, and he can’t help but burst with pride, his chest inflating like a superhero film cliche. You looked at him with far more love than that stupid painting, he didn’t feel as much envy towards it as before.

“I wanna take you somewhere special,” you whisper to him, eyes imploring up at him, how could he ever refuse. “It’s my favourite cafe, but don’t tell the others, shh.”

You playfully press your finger to your lips, as if sharing a secret with him. He bites his bottom lip hard to stop from laughing out loud but his boxy grin is stretched wide across his face. 

“What about us?” Jimin whines as you purposefully ignore him, Jungkook’s jaw ticking with jealousy when you pull Taehyung with you. 

“You laughed at me, I’m not taking you anywhere,” you reply childishly, sticking your tongue out at him with your nose in the air as they continue to bicker with you.

This really was your favourite place on Earth.

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[sunnebeam]

"this is our territory."

A 'PERKS OF BEING A HOUSEHUSBAND' DRABBLE.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, there's only one (1) bastard that can defeat yoongi 😟

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: the fact that my top 2 fics on this blog w the most notes/engagements are both yoongi fics,,,, the power he holds!! 😤 as always, hope yous enjoy this cute drabble and let me know ur thoughts!

You love the weekends.

No work. No stress. No bosses nagging at you to work overtime. No files waiting for you to sort through.

Just you, your poodle, and your husband.

There's absolutely nothing that can ruin your weekend. Nothing except—

"YOU BASTARD!"

You jolt upright from your bed, eyes wide in alarm when you hear your husband's normally calm voice shouting profanities from the other room. Luckily, Holly remains deep in slumber on Yoongi's side of the bed even as you're scrambling to the kitchen.

You almost trip on your own two feet when you see Yoongi on the kitchen floor – shirtless, sweaty, and looking absolutely defeated.

"Yoonie?! What happened?"

He's wearing a pained expression.

"I didn't see him coming."

"Who?!"

"I'm sorry, darling," he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I let him get away."

What? Is there a burglar in the apartment?!

"Yoonie, what are you—"

"He's in the living room."

With anxious heartbeats, you and Yoongi head to the living room area. Fortunately, your apartment is tiny enough that every room is next to each other so it only takes a couple of steps for you to near the entryway to the living room. Craning your head, you take a peak to find...

"There he is."

...a cockroach.

Wait—

A cockroach?

You scream, clutching your husband as you hide behind him.

"There are roaches in this building?!" you screech, disgusted when you remember how the landlord conveniently left this little detail when you both first moved in.

"Stay behind me, darling," your husband orders and you look down to see him holding a pest repellent spray in his hand. "I'll handle this."

Your knees quiver when he takes slow steps toward the roach.

"You bastard," he continues, "you think you can just come breaking and entering?"

He's a few steps away.

"This is our territory," he growls as he positions the repellent and his finger hovers over the nozzle. "Die, you bastard!"

He sprays.

Nothing comes out.

"Shit," Yoongi mumbles. "I'm out of ammo."

And then the unthinkable happens.

"Yoonie, it's fucking flying!"

The cockroach flies. Higher. And higher. Then it descends.

"No," you whisper, horrified. "Please, no."

It lands on Yoongi's bare chest.

"Darling," your husband calls out to you, his body frozen but his voice shaky. "I need you to kill it. Even if you get me, too."

"No, no, no. This can't be happening."

You're hysterical.

"You can do it, darling," he assures you, his head jerking to gesture to a spare newspaper laying on the floor. "I know you can."

"But—"

"We have to protect our turf! Do it!"

A tear falls down your cheek. Without any other choice, you take a deep breath before getting the newspaper and folding it in a fan-like pattern.

Once it's all folded, you straighten up. You look your husband in the eye, and all you see is love, pride, and acceptance.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

And with the newspaper in your hand, you scream, swinging your arm back and running towards your husband, before you whip the newspaper forward and slam it on his skin.

You miss.

"I'm sorry, Yoonie," you mumble, head down as you eye the reddening mark on his forehead where you accidentally hit him.

The cockroach is long gone now, having flown out the opened window when you tragically missed it and ended up hitting your husband instead.

"Don't worry about it," he tells you, chuckling.

Yoongi shakes his head at you, endeared. He reaches out a hand and caresses your cheek lovingly.

"You did well, darling."

COPYRIGHT 2023. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[sweetwolfcupcake]

Steel Blue: The Lover

Shades of Obsession Universe

Steel Blue

Yoongi was not sure when he had fallen asleep, but he woke up to a rather tense and chaotic household. From his room, he could hear the muffled voices– one of Taehyung, the other of Namjoon, Jimin and even Jin. As the voices grew louder and over one another, he made his way to the living room.

“I know I fucked up, I FUCKING fucked up! You don’t have to remind me of that.”

“Tone it down Tae, Yoongi is resting— and of course, I need to remind you how bad you fucked up, you know how fucking upset she sounded and how upset it made (Y/N)?” Jin hissed, hands on his waist and the sleeves of his oversized sweatshirt rolled up.

Namjoon sat on the couch, legs crossed and fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, even from where Yoongi stood, he could tell that the leader was barely keeping his fuse and by the way he—

“Shut.the.hell.up!”

And Namjoon’s seemingly endless fuse had snapped. It was evident by the low, guttural growl the man let out.

“Call her,” Jin suggested.

“I already did, I God I already did hyung! She’s not picking up, she’s not!” Taehyung cried out, tugging at his hair frantically before kicking the wall with all his might.

“What’s wrong?” 

Everybody’s head turned towards a rather dishevelled Yoongi, but that was the least of Taehyung’s concerns as he rushed to him.

“Hyung–hyung Aeri, she-she is not picking up my call she left, she left the apartment and she’s just gone!” the younger male was visibly distressed as he breathlessly tried to explain the situation in hand.

“Left?” Yoongi whispered as a familiar cold feeling settled on him.

Like Holly left me?

Yet, he managed to level his voice with a gulp to confirm.

“Calm down Tae, please, calm down. Come sit with me.”

“It’s my fault, it’s my  fucking fault! I screamed at her, told her horrible things and—and marched out of the apartment to clear my mind but–but when I returned, she, she wasn’t there—her car keys, her phone, cards, even her wallet was gone. A–and even her toothbrush!”

Yoongi sighed mentally– a temporary absence was still better than a permanent departure.

“So it was a rash decision, you know her friends, have their numbers?”

“I—I always thought that (Y/N)-ie and we are the only people she is close to,” he whispered out hopelessly.

“And she had not gone to (Y/N),” Yoongi stated

“She had not gone to (Y/N), Taehyung repeated.

“The old apartment she shared with (Y/N)?”

Taehyung only shook his head. He looked devastated and Yoongi could not bare to see his brother like that. He had to do something, anything. He could not afford to let any of the other members experience the pain he had experienced and was experiencing.

The sound of a ringtone pierced through the heaviness settled in the room before everyone’s head whipped towards the source.

Jin fished out his phone from his pocket with an exasperated frown before it smoothened and he picked up the call.

“Jagiya? Everything alright? Hmm–Oh, really? Thank you so much (Y/N)! She’s safe? Okay, okay I will call you soon…yes. Good night, get some rest okay? Yes, I know. Bye.”

Jin sighed with a relieved smile as he put his phone back in his pocket. 

“Guys, I have good news—Yah! You punk, listen here, it is about Aeri.” 

He was in a visibly lighter mood after the phone call and it did help to relieve the knotting tension in the atmosphere. 

Taehyung jumped on his feet at the mention of Aerin “What about Aeri?”

“She called (Y/N) a few minutes ago, she’s at her colleague’s place. (Y/N) is sending me an address and  Aeri mentioned that she doesn’t want to see you right now so…”

“Okay, let’s take out the car, I need to get there as soon as possible.”

With that, Taehyung marched past him, rushing for his car keys, completely ignoring Jin’s words. The latter shared a look with Yoongi and scoffed.

“Let’s just go,” Namjoon spoke up before leading everyone out of the room.

—---------

“Amara? Is it?” Namjoon hummed as he read through the address (Y/N) had sent Jin while Yoongi drove through the quietened streets of Seoul.

Their car finally stopped near an apartment building. It looked somewhat old and perhaps would need a bit more maintenance, but the area was not unsafe– much to their relief. 

Taehyung was ready to jump out of the car but Hoseok stopped him “Tae, she explicitly stated that she does not want to see you right now and the things you spit out at her…” he trailed off with a disappointed sigh.

“Let me and Jin handle this.” he concluded.

“He’s right Taehyung.” Yoongi agreed as he stared ahead at the building, looking around for any passerby. 

If someone manages to recognise them, they would be in trouble. Taehyung nodded curtly before Jin and Hoseok wore their bucket hats, face masks and jackets and walked out of the car.

“Why aren’t they back yet? Not even a text?” 

Taehyung was visibly agitated– not that the younger ones were very patient, but with Aerin gone, taehyung was practically a ticking time bomb.

“Relax they’ll be here.” Jimin tried to reassure him in vain.

“I’m Going.”

Before anybody could react, taehyung was out of the car and jogging towards the building.

“Taehyung–Tae– Jimin and Jungkook, you both stay here,” Yoongi instructed before he and Namjoon chased after the berserk man.

“What the hell were you even thinking?” Namjoon hissed as he grabbed the younger male by his arm. 

“Let’s go and see.” his eyes were struck by the floor above. They were already halfway through the stairs, another floor and they would meet Aerin.

With an annoyed sigh, Namjoon let go of Taehyung’s arm and let continued to climb the stairs instead. Yoongi followed close behind Taehyung, he could already hear some light mummers, and as they approached closer to their destination, the sounds only amplified.

“What do you mean by this? How can you not know us?” Hoseok's voice was wrapped with confusion with a hint of annoyance.

“I mean, I do know you but you people are still strangers. I do not know you.” the woman hissed.

“Has she not—” Jin was cut off by Taehyung

“What is happening here? Where is Aeri?” the three heads turned to Taehyung.

“Look, I’m sorry but Aerin has not mentioned that her boyfriend is a celebrity! How can this be even possible?”

The woman spoke out. Hoseok frowned, Yoongi could see that his patience was wearing thin.

“Listen my friend just—”

“Mara? What’s happening…” Aerin’s voice trailed down as she came out of a room and neared the door.

“Uh…here—they're saying—.”

“Aerin, love, are you okay?” 

Not caring for anything, Taehyung pushed the door open forcibly

“Hey!” the woman was evidently pissed at the rashness, but perhaps not more than Aerin herself.

“What are you doing here?” Aerin hissed at Taehyung

“Love I—”

“I don’t want to see you right now, why can’t you get it.”

“Taehyung, Tae, give her some space, you both need it.” 

Yoongi finally intervened, stopping Taehung from forcibly stepping inside the woman’s apartment.

They could not afford any scandal after (Y/N) and Jin’s almost-exposed relationship.

“Look, we’re sorry, and Aerin, I’m just relieved to know that you’re okay and safe.” 

Jin stepped forward and effectively took control of the situation while Namjoon was engaged with his phone, probably testing Bang PD.

The other woman, though displeased, also stood stiff as a stone. Having seven grown men at one’s doorstep, demanding to see her friend in the middle of the night would be intimidating to anyone after all. 

“We’re leaving, and are greatly regretful for the inconvenience we have caused, it was only out of concern for our friend.” Jin did not hesitate from apologising to soothe the situation.

“Amara, I apologise on their behalf, I should not have dragged you into this.” Aerin’s voice weighed heavy with guilt.

“We are going, we heartily apologise once more.” he bowed deeply before pulling Taehyng along with him.

 The younger man was unwilling but one hard glare from Jin and he was moving along with his head bowed and shoulders sagged as if a child were denied his favourite treat.  

—----

“You know how embarrassing it was?” I told you—fucking specifically asked you to stay the hell back but no!”

Namjoon was fuming– his jaws ticking constantly as he ground out the words. He ran his fingers through his hair, muffling it as they drove back to the dorm.

“Wait, stop the car!” the vehicle came to a jerky halt at Yoongi’s command. 

“Anything wrong?” the manager sounded concerned.

“It will be a quick trip, I promise.” Yoongi huffed while putting on his face mask and cap.

“What’s wrong with you Hyung? You want a drink? I will make you one at the dorm, don’t just risk things now.” Namjoon was visibly annoyed, his shoulders stiffened as he spoke.

“I’m not that stupid Joon, it’ll be quick, I promise.” 

That was all Yoongi had as an explanation before he hopped out of the car and jogged inside the bar–an elite bar that hosted the group regularly, the owner knew Mr Bang and things were generally smoother and better there. But grabbing a drink at two in the morning was a bit unusual for them.

What seemed like an hour later, Yoongi jogged back into the car.

Namjoon chose not to interrogate the older male this time. It had been a rough day for them, first, Holly paid a visit and broke his hyung’s heart all over again and now Taehyung had upset Aerin to the point that the girl had moved away temporarily. He often wondered how would he be when he–if he ever found his ‘the one’? He had been in relationships– they never seemed to work, either he failed to open up or ended up regretting it. 

He glimpsed at a distraught Taehyung and a distant Yoongi. Both anguished, but in love. Namjoon knew that their ‘love’ was…different– to put it lightly, but they did not care. Where they stood was the peak. A lonesome, scary peak. They wanted true, unconditional love, they needed it. They were so starved, littered with cracks, so twisted…They wanted it all when it came to love. And Namjoon knew that he would do everything and anything in order to make sure that his members have their perfect love stories in their palms. He did not care, not anymore.

—----

“This better be urgent, I am having a meeting in the next hour.” even if he tried, Bang PD’s voice gave away the slight irritation he felt.

“I assure you that it is a matter of urgency. And I need Hybe’s long reach.” Yoongi replied as he sat calmly on the other side of the table.

They currently sat in Bang PD’s cabin where Yoongi had requested for a quick but urge t meeting.

“What have you done now?” though he sounded nonchalant, Yoongi knew that PD-nim was shaking his head in his mind.

Yoongi let out a short breath and straightened up, tilting his head slightly “How much deep can we reach in the system?”

“It's all a matter of money and connection. How deep are you willing to go?”

“Hybe has hands in funding the election campaign…”

“What do you want, Yoongi?” 

Mr Bang did not have time to entertain moving around the bush, he hit straight to the point. Yoongi nodded and replied.

“I would need Hybe’s assistance in…something. Just for convenience’s sake. Would a glitch be too much to ask for?”

—-----

Removing his shirt, Yoongi moved towards his closet, feeling lighter but also no less dreary. It had been a long day of shoots and recordings and his eyes weighed heavy. But it was all going to fade soon.

Very soon…

He smirked as he unbuttoned his shirt, his porcelain chest lay bare in front of the mirror with a delicate ‘7’ tattooed on his left and at a pinky’s gap, ‘Min Holly’.

****

Phew! It has been a while since I updated. And believe me, I have been feeling both helpless and guilty. The exams and the sudden passing of a loved one left me...Tired, emotionally drained, mentally drained and overall, I felt I was in a creative stagnation. For a while, I did not like anything I was previously passionate about. Nothing appealed to me, and nothing much mattered-- I was simply following a schedule I had set for myself and fighting to put myself back on track.

But I had been writing bits of each fic and while I had intended to make this part longer, I just wished to update and get into the fanfic writer shoes again. I will update whenever I can, I cannot promise to be regular, academics are keeping me busy these days. But thank you for all your support and patience. Thank you for being so understanding. Just thank you.

[mygloviesme]

cool about it. || myg

no. 9: I came prepared for absolution

predebut/debut!yoongi x female idol

summary: kanako is an established idol with a growing career and a secret relationship with a producer from her label, haneul. when she’s asked to work with yoongi and rm to create a track for her, she gains unexpected feelings for a certain upcoming rapper. with her increasing fame, her controlling boyfriend, a set of six boys who seem to have grown an attachment to her, and a new boy who’d give her the world, how will she figure out a way to balance it all?

(definitely inspired by boygenius)

word count: 2.3k

genre: ANGST, friends(?) to lovers, slow burn, lots of pining, fluff

chapter warnings: toxic relationship (not w/myg), mentions of mental health

inspo song: drunk walk home by mitski/not strong enough by boygenius *scared face*

“spinning out about things that haven’t happened.”

MARCH 4TH, 2012, 10:56AM

There’s an unbelievable pause after I ask Yoongi. He stares at me blankly. 

“Please don’t tell me-”

“I did.”

My face turns upside down, the tears I feel behind my orbs breaching behind my lids My bottom lip quivers and I shake my head profusely, “No, no. No you didn’t. Just f-forget I asked that. Forget it.” I say, standing up and wrapping my arms around myself to self-soothe. I usually do this when I feel alone. It started when my mom died. But she used to mention how I used to do this ‘weird arm thing’ when I would get sad as a toddler. 

Yoongi stands with me, placing his hand up as if trying to calm me down. “I wanted to help you, to protect you.”

“Protect me? Don’t make me laugh Yoongi.” I scoff manically. My body shakes. Uh-oh. 

He takes a shaky breath, “Yes, Kanako, protect you. Jungkook had told me about the call he walked in on and it was worrying. Very, very worrying.” He admits. 

“H-He told you?”

“That’s besides the point, Kanako. We were just trying to help-”

“HELP? You ruined my fucking life! A-And potentially your-your career!” I yell at him, pointing a finger. Here it comes. 

He stands idle, obviously baffled. “You don’t- don’t even, Kanako.”

I laugh and open my arms, “No, say it. Say it.”

He looks to the floor, biting the inside of his cheek. I see his hands are clenched. Something that makes me flash to all those nights with Haneul. The ones where I’d see his body tense and that’s when I knew he was about to say something that would hurt me. 

“You think that prick wouldn’t have done it? Ruined your life?” He mutters. More like spits. 

“I wanted it to be on MY TERMS! It was my life, my relationship. You should’ve minded your business!” I yell and cry. It’s all coming out now. At the same time too.

 He tilts his head, “And what would’ve happened, Kanako? You would’ve left him? That fucker- he was- it…it was becoming too dangerous to sit around and do nothing!” He exclaims, now matching my raging energy. I thought he was supposed to be my water, my fire extinguisher. I thought he was supposed to calm my forest fire. But I got ahead of myself again, didn’t I?

“That’s not the point!” I cry. 

“Then what is?” He chuckles in defeat, “W-What’s the point of this Kanako?” He shrugs as he speaks. 

“That this is all happening when it could’ve just-”

“Stayed the same? Right, right.” He says, reaching for the door handle. He purses his lips, holding himself back. Only saying one more thing before walking out, “Kanako, you aren’t unlovable. You aren’t difficult. You’re perfect to me, but-”

But?

“ -you can’t expect everyone to go along with what-whatever this is, when you don’t let them in.” 

And just like that, gone. Gone.

The door closes and I reach for the desk behind me for balance, feeling a haze in my mind. A dizziness, an untangleable knot. An unfixable, shattered mirror. This always happens, this never stops happening. I always do what the worst is for me, what I don’t need. I’ve just shut them out. I’ve just ruined the only good thing I had going for me right now. 

I don’t know how to let someone in. The only person I did let in used it as the motive for my premeditated demise. He stripped me of everything good about me. I don’t remember what I used to do as a hobby, how I could look at myself in the mirror, how I could sleep peacefully without thinking of how else I could sink further into my spiral. 

How can I fix it, how can I fix it, how can I fix myself? Why didn’t he stay? Why didn’t he try to fix me? I need to be taught how to, he needs to teach me how to love. I need him, in every way. 

I need him back.

I wipe my tears, a small no escaping my lips. I dash to the studio door and swing it open, looking to my right to see if I could still catch up with him. I see no sign of Yoongi and speed-walk to the direction of our dorms, meeting the elevator and jumping inside.

I practically smash the buttons to get me to where he is so I can apologize. To try to recement what was happening before. Can’t we just go back to that? Our uncomplicated mess? Or is it all useless? This thinking…this spiraling. I’m stopping myself from accepting him, his love, his embrace, his words of affection. 

Even with hesitation he invited me into his dorm that rainy night. Because he saw me, through and through. He liked me even then, even before he knew what I looked like at my lowest. I sound like a broken record. 

The elevator doors ping open, making me jolt outside. I see Yoongi with his keys jingling in the door, unaware of my presence. I gulp, inching closer and closer. 

“Yoongi…” I whisper. He turns his head towards me, stopping his hand from opening the door. He stares at me and I stare back. I get a feeling that’s hard to express, but it’s almost like a plea. My breath yanks my throat and I can’t speak. Not with words. Not with phrases or sentences or anything audible. Like a gravitational pull, I approach him slowly. 

I can’t control my feet as they get closer and closer and closer. I need him, in every sense, right? 

Once I’m close enough, once his eyes are glued to mine, I raise my hands to his face. 

“Kan-”

I interrupt him with a soft kiss. 

His lips. God, his lips. It’s like they were molded for mine. Why did I ever think I was meant for Haneul? Why was it that when I felt his lips, I thought they were ever mine? It was never anything like this. 

Because this, this. This is what a first kiss is. Deep and profound, not anything like sparks or fireworks. It was skin to skin, the morphing of my insides to his. I could kiss him forever like this, never asking for anything more. His hands travel to my waist, pulling me in. Don’t make me melt into you more than I already am.

He’s never demanding for my tongue, I just know that’s exactly what this moment needs. I need to feed him, to taste him. He's starving for me and I am for him. It’s an intimate french kiss, french being the right word because it’s so foreign to me. His fingers grasp my thin t-shirt, needing my flesh. I lift up my shirt slightly, consenting to his hands snaking under my clothed body. He doesn’t touch any higher or lower, no. His long fingers just roam around my stomach and back, caressing me. 

I place my hands in his hair, the hair I had been longing to feel. It is silky, soft, and delicate. The black strands run between my fingertips and I smile into our kiss, moaning gently. The significance of this moment never leaves us, lingering in the air as we enjoy it for as long as we can before we start to pant. He cups my flushed face and looks into me, sees me. 

“H-How was- why did you….” He stutters, his chest still moving frantically. I can almost hear his heart pounding, or maybe it’s mine. The adrenaline that kiss gave me turns me a tad lightheaded, but his warm fingers on my even warmer cheek grounds me as much as my mind allows it. And the door to my soul is wide open, he has full permission to enter inside now. I give him my undivided attention and utter love. That has to be what this is. If it isn’t, then I really am so very lost. But I’m 99% sure, and I think he is too. 

“It was me letting you in,” I whisper, “You can love me. I want you to love me.” I pause. 

“Slowly, though. Slowly.” I say nervously. 

He presses his forehead against mine, laughing. “I’ll be as slow or as fast as you want me to be. I want all of you Kanako.” He breaks apart so we’re gazing into each other once again.

”I-I’m sorry for what I did. And what I said.” He confesses. “You should’ve known that I was going to tell Bang, o-or I should’ve-”

I give a limp smile, “It gave me the push to start living, Yoongi. I needed it. Don’t apologize. I’m sorry for what I said.”

He holds my face tighter, pressing into my lips for a quick peck. “I'm going to give you everything I can offer.” Another peck, “Everything that’s now yours,” A last one, but deeper. 

“Including that.”

I nod my head, “I-I’m definitely not against that.”

MARCH 20TH, 2012, 8:00AM

How can I, in words, explain how the last sixteen days have been? I wish I could draw so maybe I won’t have to admit how cliche it’s all come together. Ever since the kiss, Yoongi and I have been attached by the hip. For better or for worse, honestly. 

Letting go is something I still haven’t gotten used to, not since I’ve been recovering from, well, he who must not be named. I usually only talk about him during therapy, wanting to keep that part of me separate from me and Yoongi. Again, a fantasy I seem to be living in. But when the times are good, which they almost always are, they’re great. We spend most of our time together, Yoongi slipping away from dance practice just to kiss me intensely in front of the members. He’s taken my fear of being his secret too seriously, I believe. He kisses me, holds my hand, and hugs me from behind whenever he gets the chance to. 

I never knew Yoongi to be as affectionate as he was now, but he told me just a few days ago: Now that we’re each others, I’m never letting go of you. Which made me only jump his bones immediately after. But still, even with all of the love, we haven’t shared a bed. It’s the one thing I’ve expressed to him that I want to wait for. It’s the crack in the walls that I spackle everytime I see it. There’s been other cracks, though.

Or chips in the paint, as I had explained to Hana in the therapy session we had a week ago. 

When me and Yoongi share nights under the stars and I get this doomed feeling in the pit of my stomach, It causes a panic in me. Hana says It might be too soon to start up something with someone else. I tell her, but it’s not really something, I mean it is, but we’re not labeled. That’s better right? She responded with a worried smile. 

I can grow with someone else. It’s possible isn’t it?

As long as you have faith in yourself, Kanako, I have faith in you. You’re dealing with a lot more than you should be at your age, and you’re so strong for it. You shouldn’t have to be though. 

I know. I just, I need advice. I need Yoongi and I to work. 

Why do you think you need that?

He grounds me. I feel like I forget everything that’s happened to me when I’m with him…but at the same time, it feels like everything floods to the surface.

When you’re with him?

Yeah. Why is that?

It’s a possibility that, even if Yoongi is vastly different from Haneul, being in a relationship in general reminds you of being with Haneul. 

I feel like I could’ve come to that conclusion myself. 

But it’s too hard to, isn’t it? 

Yes, yes it is. 

So, my advice.

Right.

If you do decide to pursue things further with Yoongi, labeled or not, make space in that head of yours for yourself, Kanako. I want you to do what makes you happy, but I also encourage what’s best for you. Which happens to be a level of independence that you need right now to heal. You can use Yoongi as well as your other friends as your own support system through this. I’d like to point out something you said in one of our beginning sessions, if that’s alright. 

Yes, that’s okay. 

You said Yoongi was your friend before anything else, and I find that to be a very vital reminder you need during this time. 

That’s a snippet of our conversation, a short one, if you could believe it. It’s been helpful as I navigate all of this, but outside of our sessions it’s like I’m being thrown out to the wolves. Like I suddenly forget everything she says to me. I need to apply it, I know. But oh, is it so easy to lose myself In Yoongi’s embrace.

Being trapped in this building went from being a nightmare to a peaceful block from the outside world. I’m trying to enjoy it as much as I can before the boys get even busier with their debut next year. Can you blame me? But even in this bubble, the only way I could upkeep this fantasy is with the advice Hana gives me. It’s very back and forth, as most of my life is. 

Speaking of the boys, they’ve become rather annoyed with me and my new unlabeled boyfriend/friend I kiss. Jungkook especially, who huffs whenever Yoongi hugs me. He’s quick to swipe me away from him, tackling me to the ground with loads of innocent possessiveness. His attachment scares me at times, but that’s why I have Hana. He tells me that he sees me as an older sister he’s never had. So that’s why I split the time between Yoongi and the others semi-equally. I’m embarrassingly smitten. 

We still go through the same routine daily, but now I like to sit back while they rehearse their dances. Or I sit on a spinny chair in the studio, eating snacks that Yoongi supplies me with to keep me busy while they record. It’s as simple as I try to make it. Life is still, it’s perfect, for the most part. 

So yeah, I’ve been doing good. Thanks for asking.

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an: I KNOW I KNOW. It’s a short chapter and it’s also 4am but when am I not staying up unusually late? I thought I’d have more time but was only able to finish this chapter now. BUT HEYYYY I FED YOU ALL!! IT HAPPENED!! KISSING!!! AHHH!!! anyway

LOVED writing the kissing scene I got a little carried away so had to delete like two paragraphs about yoongis lips. This is somewhat of a filler SORRY TEAM!! but I have a surprise for the next chapter and it’ll be long and full of fluff and smoochy smoochy.

It rhymes with macation zaptor.

the big reveal? A VACATION CHAPTER!!! PACK UR BAGS WE’RE GOING TO JEJU ISLAND MY BABIES!! bye love you see you tomorrow (probably)!!!!!

[mama-ghostie-61542]

Synchronicity--Chapter Six

Kinda fluffly, but still NSFW So NO MINORS!!!!

Synchronicity— The term synchronicity (syn = with, chronos = time) is the simultaneous occurrence of events (or coincidences) which apparently have no clear cause but are deeply meaningful.

However, please remember this small detail........There is no such thing as coincidence. Every single meeting was planned on the other side of the veil before birth. It was given to you in the dossier you are supposed to read before you are sent off to be washed of memory. 

"Actual dialogue"

<text messages>

"Phone calls"

^Telepathy^

*Astral speak*

Memory(--ie; ^Telepathy^ or “Actual Dialogue”)

Chapter Six

Yoongi PoV

                Annah fixed herself a small cup of coffee as I pulled the cover from my meal.

                "Don't drink that," I shouted as I put my hand over her mug. Then I grabbed the carafe and smelled the liquid. Damnit, JIN!

                "What," she asked, confused.

                "Asshole used whiskey instead of water. I told him you don't drink, but," I trailed off.

                "Easy, Papi," she cooed. "He's not the only person able to pull a prank."

                Now it was my turn to be confused.

                "Our correct order will be up in fifteen minutes. Jin's, however. Well, let’s say there was a bachelorette party tonight and some leftover pasta. Also, the line cooks all grew up with me, so they are playing along. Put your phone on the table."

                "Why?"

                "Cause in five minutes, he will call, screeching."

                She sat back so cool, calm, and collected as she reached up under the table and pulled out a few cans of pop.

                I admit, I had almost forgotten how cold and cunning she could be when provoked. How ruthless she can be when she's wronged.

                In four minutes, my phone lit up. I touched the screen to answer it and put it on speaker.  "Yeah," I answered.

                "That girl is a demon," Jin screeched, "She didn't mess up the order, everything is here, but it's all shaped like dongs! You better warn her that I'm gonna tell Dad!"

                Then, he turned his camera to his plate. He was right, everything from his steak to the pasta, was in the shape of male parts. And it wasn't just the shape. The steak was alright, if a little funny to look at. The pasta, however, left little to the imagination. Not only the shape, but they were, umm, shades of pink.

                I lost it when I looked up to see her face placid and still. She just picked up her pop and sipped at it, calmly, as he ranted and raved about her pranking him back.

                Suddenly, she interjected, "Teaches ya not to fuck with me, don't it."

                Jin just gulped air and started shrieking all over again.

                "Jinj. Manjia E statti zitto."

                His rant came to a dead stop as I fought off the laughter that threatened to bubble up.

                "What?"

                "It's Italiano. Means 'Shut up and eat'. You wanna be a dick, have fun eating a buncha tiny dicks. Now," she sighed before snarkily finishing, "Chew, chew, motherfucker."            

                Then she calmly ended the call, while I laid my head on the table and laughed.

                About the time she hung up, the food got to her room. "I told them you like to try local stuff, but, huh, immigrants, so not much is 'local'. But the boys down in the kitchen were gracious enough to send up a sampler."

                The bellboy who had brought up the mess with Jin, grinned and placed two covered platters before me. Upon whipping the tops off, I could smell something yummy.

                "Here are Toasted Pepitas, Fire Roasted Hot Wings, and Seared Scallops with Cream Corn, Poblano Risotto and Red Pepper for you, Sir. For the lady, the Filet and a side salad. For dessert, Chocolate Tower Cake for two. Have a nice night, Annah."

                When she tried to tip him, he chuckled, "Nope. Your money is no good to me," as he exited her room.

                As I ate, a text came through from the boss.            

                <"Don't forget about the Live in five.">

                "Aw, Shit!"

                "What, Babe," Annah said as she looked up from the remains of her meal.

                "Forgot I have a live to do. I should go."

                "Just do it here. That way you can finish eating. I'll go shower so you are alone."

                "Alright," I nodded. "I'll keep it as short as I can."

                "Take your time, Miee," she said as she cupped my face in her small hands. "There's no need to rush just for me." Her pretty blue eyes were soft and full,

                I smiled as I gently supported her wrists, "I'll rush anywhere for you."

                As she gathered up her pajamas, Annah chuckled, "Don’t hurt yourself. Now get to work, ya flirt."

                I waited until the bathroom door closed and the water started before I logged in and went live. In the chat, as I ate, there must have been a thousand girls asking about the woman in the photo. Some others who were just in the chat were asking about what woman and quite a few girls posted pics of Annah and me. I will admit the images weren't the best ones of me, but Annah. Now, Annah had been in the perfect spot and shone like a goddess. A lot of Army's were congratulating me on 'Finding my Ghost', while others were mad that I would even consider an older American woman. I apologized and rushed off of the live in a grand total of fifteen minutes with the excuse that I had just gotten in and wanted to wash up and sleep.

                After closing everything, I snuck over to the bathroom door and placed my hand on the knob. To my surprise, she hadn't locked it. I poked my head in and did my best to stare at the floor as I said, "All done, Annah."

                She chuckled, low and warm in her chest, and sighed as she turned.

                The rustle of the curtain caught me off guard and I looked up to check on her. It was entirely a reflex, but I was damned glad I did. A thin, white, plastic shower curtain was all that hung between her and me. I could see the silhouette of her curves behind that sheet. I could see the swell of her stomach, where she had carried the kids. She turned just right, and I could see her butt, legs, and boobs, all at once.

                How many times had I dreamed of this. The unsettling feeling of deja vu landed on me and I knew I had seen this somewhere before. Only the choice I had made then was to calmly back out and hide the image away in my mind, to recall later when want turned to need. My hands almost ached to touch, to claim what was already mine. I could almost feel her soft skin under my hands.

                I leaned against the counter and said, "Hey, Annah."

                She almost climbed the tile as she yelled, "Jesus Fucking Christ, Yoongi!!" Annah giggled, "I know what ya want, Darlin. But the answer is no."

                "Why? It wouldn't be the first time."

                "It would! You haven't seen me before."

                "That never stopped us before, Woman. Or need I remind you of all the nights spent dreaming of me and me of you? The sleepless nights spent in erotic dreams. Not to mention all of the shenanigans we got up to in the telepathy."

                "Yoongi," she gasped.

                "What," I growled as the scent of sweet pea and violets filled the air. Inhaling her scent, I hummed, before speaking, "Your soap smells divine. I wonder if you will taste as delicious as you smell."

                As the words left my lips, I saw her silhouette shiver behind the curtain.

                "Remember, Darling, I don't need to physically touch you. Close your eyes, and don't turn around," I ordered as I stood. "You, Ghost, have become a pro at teasing me," I paused to pull my sweater over my head. "But even my patience has an end," I said as I removed my remaining clothing. "Besides, it's my turn to shower," I said as I rushed in behind her.

                Annah shrieked and hugged the wall, under the spray. She stood there, cupping her girls, her beautiful, strong back and fantastic ass bared to me. I could only imagine what those globes would look like with my handprint and bitemarks on them.

                "Darling, why are you acting so nervous? You are acting like this is the first time. You and I both know better," I said as I trailed my fingertips down her back delicately. "Ghost, look at me."

                "Nope."

                "Why," I chuckled.

                All of a sudden, I knew why she would not turn. The woman was blushing like mad.

                "Are you seriously blushing?"

                "No," she croaked.

                "You are! Wah! All this time between us, and I can still make you blush. That, right there, is a gold star for me!"

                "Shut up," she chuckled.

                "No, Ma'am," I grinned and wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed her cheek before turning her to face me. Her eyes were closed up tight. "Hey," I whispered, "It's just me. I promise I won't do anything you don't want."

                "Really," she asked as she looked up at me. Her blue-green eyes are so pretty.

                "Honest."

                As the words left my lips, I felt hers on my bottom lip. How many times had either of us dreamt of kisses; from slow and sensual ones to deep and passionate ones, our shared dreams ran the gamut. But this, this was tentative and tender, and so very sweet. It was all I could do to kiss back.

                After a second, as she pulled back, I mumbled, "No."

                As the haze cleared from her eyes and she understood what I had said, but before she could speak, my thumb was already residing in the cleft of her chin as I pulled her back into me and kissed her, right and proper. Our lips began the age-old dance we both knew so well. My hand trailed down her neck and gently, but firmly, grasped her. If there was ever a time for tenderness it was during our reconnection. However, tenderness always seems to give way to passion and tonight was shaping up to be no different.

                Her hands were resting on my chest as I gathered her to me, willing the fire in me to mark every inch of her flesh as mine. She lapped delicately, but with such heat at my bottom lip, that I shivered in return; only to hear her hum of approval as I  did as she asked with that gesture and deepened the kiss. Tongues languidly fought for dominance, drawing out ragged huffs, whimpers, and whines. We broke apart, only to dive back in.

                Sometimes, I forget how hot and fast her blood is. And how the blood, now pounding in her own veins, calls to mine, singing a song that only mine understands. There were no words spoken between us; every gasp and sigh that filled the space was a language all its own.  Somehow, I knew what she wanted, how to touch, where, and when, before she knew herself. 

                The water suddenly went cold.

                We parted again, shivering. However, it was not from the coolness of the water beating down on us. To be quite honest, when we are that wound up, cold does very little to diminish the ardor.

                "Finish up," I ordered, though I was the one who had yet to wash. "Wait for me."

                She stepped under the flow and quickly stepped back out to leave me to my cold, lonely shower. I swear, it was the quickest shower I have ever taken to date.

                As I rounded the corner, out of the bathroom, I saw her on the bed. She had slipped her nightgown on and was sitting back against the pillows she had piled up behind her.

                "Who said to put this on," I growled as I gripped the delicate fabric.

                "Please, don't tear this one too, Haka. Give me a second," she said as she struggled to pull her gown over her head.

                At her plea, a memory of our shared past floated to the surface. How many of her chemises did I destroy in the past. I could count at least a dozen from what tiny snippet of time I was shown. There was one that was re-spun black silk that left little to imagination, it was so sheer. If I remember right, her bindings and panties never seemed to last long either, she was always repairing them, yelling at me all the while.

                I nodded and helped her to slide the gown back over her head. As it cleared her, I balled it up and threw it across the room, paying no mind to where it landed.

                If I didn't want before, I was aching now, but I knew better than to rush. She needed me to show her the control I still had at the moment, though it was quickly slipping through my fingers. In all truth, I had a white knuckled grip on my control, and it was taking every bit of sheer willpower to slow down. That primal part of me wanted to throw her back and feel her around me now. But I knew better. This thing between us was not made for a quick coupling, but rather for the long, slow, sensual ruin of reconnection. For I knew, we would, in fact, ruin each other for anyone else.

                My hands found her hips and pulled her into me before tenderly caressing her spine and dipping in for another round of languid hot kisses. The silk of her skin held me entranced as I stepped her closer to the bed.

                Helping her up onto the surface, I growled, "On your knees. Don't close your eyes."

                She steadied herself with her hand on my chest. I covered her small hand with my own and cupped her head with the other, proceeding to whisper on the flesh under her ear, "Tell me to stop."

[kookiecrumb]

myg || Orders

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

summary: Your study date gets steamy.

Alternatively, the pizza isn't the only thing that's hot and ready.

tags: smut, pwp, college au

warnings: smut (18+), oral (f receiving), a little fingering, reader orders pizza through call while having sex, spit kink, a little praise, use of the word sl*t, language.

a/n: min yoongi please let me suck ur dick, thanks. Let me know if I missed any tags.

"Sorry, I'm having trouble processing this," Yoongi leans forward in his chair. "I thought this was a study date, but all you seem to care about are these stupid math problems," he scoffs, tapping at your notebook.

You put down your pen in confusion. "Yeah. That's the...studying part of a study date," you reply.

"When's the date part gonna start, then?" He asks, his demeanor calm and collected.

You are about to reply, when his eyes capture you in a trance, neutral in nature but captivating in color. They're black.

You've been silenced.

"Do you want to go get pizza or something? Ditch this?" He rasps in a softened tone.

"No, I kind of want to suck your cock," you mutter between breaths.

"What did you say?" His ears perk up, a smile spreading across his face.

"Nothing, I shouldn't have said that, sorry..." you dismiss.

"You definitely meant it." He folds his arms.

Fuck. You let your thoughts get the better of you yet again. How could you be so impulsive? He definitely heard it.

Yoongi examines your flustered state and finally decides to have mercy on you. "Cool. We can get pizza and then I'll let you put those pretty lips on me."

"Yeah?" You reply, sweetly.

"Yeah. Come on. I'm getting hard just thinking about it," he teases, twisting his pen between his fingers.

"I can call the delivery service instead it's-- not that expensive. What kind do you want?" You ask, absent-mindedly. Your heart pounds.

"... Chicago-Style," he says.

You tighten your legs beneath the kitchen table, trying to keep from meeting his stare again. You know that once you start spiraling, you won't be able to stop the flow of thoughts from spilling out your filthy mouth.

He takes notice, his breath heavy and his legs spread wide. He clicks his pen and sets it down on the table to admire your frustrated state. "I didn't know you were this horny," he says.

"I like straight-forward men," you reply.

"I can tell that. Do you want to make that call before I lose my self control?" He says, almost threateningly.

Your gaze lowers to his pants, a promising bulge now apparent beneath the cloth. It looks fat. You bite your lip subconsciously, a small "yeah~" escaping you.

Yoongi scoots out of his chair and approaches you. His hand scoops under your jaw and fixes your focus on him and the words he speaks.

"You're gonna listen to me. Get on the phone with them. I can tell you're an impatient slut, so you're gonna call them while I fuck you," he instructs. "That sound good?"

"Yes, Yoongi."

"That's a good girl, go ahead. I'm watching." He slips a hand down your body, caressing your waist. "Dial in."

With steady hands, you dial for the pizza delivery service, the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

It seems like the line is busy at the moment, which buys you time.

He guides you out of your chair, pulling you from the kitchen to the bedroom in a delicate fashion. He takes the phone from your hand and sets it down above your arm, against the mattress.

At this point, he pulls his shirt over his body and scrunches his nose. Yoongi pushes the hair out of his face and leans over you, instantly kissing and sucking at your delicate neck.

You roll your eyes back in relief, still rubbing your legs together in hopes of generating enough friction to satisfy yourself.

He catches your thighs in his hands and splits them apart instead, giving you a look of torture.

Your hands travel up his body, rubbing him in amazement and anticipation of him. He speaks a small moan, tugging down his pants to readjust himself.

He sits up and rolls his eyes, pulling himself out with a thick slap on to your stomach.

You whimper from the sight. He's pale and rose-colored with a small head, girthy and delicious.

"Ohh~ fuck!" You gasp, quietly.

-- "Hello, JD's pizza, how can I help you today?" A foreign voice breaks through.

You have to gather yourself quickly-- and by the looks of Yoongi's smirk, he's not gonna be a big help.

"Yes! I'd like to order a Chicago style pizza please!"

He makes a hushing gesture and climbs to the lower half of your body, splitting your thighs. Your eyes widen.

"And what size would you like that, ma'am?"

Just then, Yoongi licks a fat stripe up your pussy.

"Lhh...Large," you manage.

His fingers split your labia as he finds your clit and starts rubbing small, tight circles on it with the very tip of his hot tongue. His eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

"Great. Can I have a name and an address for that?" The unknowing voice continues.

You hold back a ripping moan in your throat as you say your address in full. "...and that's for Y/N," you sigh.

His tongue swipes down to your entrance and flicks at it teasingly before penetrating you just for fun. He brings his veiny hands up and plays with your clit between his fingers.

Your knit your eyebrows together, your arousal spilling into his mouth as he collects your pleasure. His other hand is on your thigh, kneading and working the skin until it bruises.

"Fuck,, yoongi,, fuckfuckfuck-- please--" you whine, in a desperate whisper.

He laughs silently, having the time of his life watching you suffer.

Yoongi spits out a mix of his own saliva and your arousal on your clit and then sucks it in, determined to have you cum from his mouth alone.

His eyes flood with need, causing you to buck up into his mouth with intensity. You ride it, biting your lip, hoping to God that your whimpers can't be picked up through the phone. "Shhhit--" you pant.

"Okay, gotcha..." the voice says. "That'll be 12.67 and the order should be there by 10:30 PM. Have a great night."

"You too!" You reply and immediately hang up, your orgasm surging through you. Moans erupt from you, your ringed fingers holding on to his scalp in euphoria.

Yoongi latches off you after gathering all of your cum in his mouth and from his fingertips. "Sweet," he smirks. "Now let's see how many times I can make you cream around my dick before that delivery guy comes."

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a/n: don't judge me.

He looks like this:

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Masterlist

updated masterlist as of 3/15/23 for jellifysh's blog, content inside is mostly ot7 x fem!reader centered and exclusively bts content

No more update schedule :( but none of my stories are being discontinued so feel free to check in from time to time <333

Latest updates:

Fake Love (ch 2)

Ride With You (part 10)

Series

Getting Back Into the Swing of Things

ot7 x reader / exes to friends to lovers / strangers to friends to lovers / light angst / fluff / slow burn / roommates au / polyamory

preview: Hearing her voice now, Namjoon was reminded of the times when she was all he had. How she was his everything, supported him with everything she had, even if it meant giving him the shirt off her back.

For some reason those times didn't feel as far as they usually did.

"Joon?" Y/n sniffled. "I know it sounds crazy, you don't even have to, it's been years,"

"No," Namjoon was agreeing before he could even think, before he could even remember the other people who lived in the house just the next room over. "No, it's okay, I mean, we promised each other right? We'd never turn our backs on each other?"

A huffed, snotty laugh. At least he could still make her laugh. "Yeah, we did. So, then..?"

"You can stay with us, it'll be fine I promise, I'll handle everything, don't worry at all, it'll be great! Like, old times, okay?"

p.1 | p.2 | p.3 | p.4 | p.5 | p.6 | p.7 | p.8 | p.9 | p.10 | p.11 | p.12 | p.13 | p.14 | p.15 | p.16 | ch.17 ✔

extras: Shopping in IKEA |

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Ride With You

mafia au / poly!ot7 x reader / exes to lovers / strangers to lovers / angst / eventually fluff and smut / jungkook x reader focus / slowly gets more and more unhinged / yandere?/ violence, guns, and espionage

Preview: "Kookie please talk to me. What's happening?"

"Um," he started. "Did I ever tell you that I was engaged before?"

"No!"

"Well, I was. To six people. That happen to be Bangtan Sonyeondan."

"What?! The fucking mafia, are you crazy?!"

A thud hit a window behind you. Then another, then a brick smashed through the window.

"Kookie, baby! It's been so long since we talked! Why are you running from us?" A voice called from outside the window. Jungkook ran to it, glaring at who ever was down there.

"That's cause you're a fucking sicko!"

"That's not nice to say to your husbands, baby!"

"Fuck you!"

ex-fiancés au idea

| ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4 | ch.5 | ch.6 | ch.7 | ch.8 | ch.9 | ch.10 | …

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Fake Love

ot7 x reader / soft(ish?) yandere idol au / strangers (?) to lovers / fluff / dark fluff / angst / smut probably

Preview: “What was she even doing in that sicko’s car?” Jungkook growled, finally letting Yoongi go roughly and turning around to bang at the wall. “I swear to God if he wasn’t already in a coma, I’d knock him into one myself.”

“Oh, that’d look great on the news. BTS’s Idol Jungkook beats a man to a pulp.” Taehyung scoffed.

“Who gives a fuck about the news?! Our love is hurt!” He yelled. “She’s laying all by herself in some hospital room, hurt and alone, we have to see her hyung, she needs us right now!” Jungkook pleaded, turning to Namjoon who had been on the phone this whole time, ignoring the chaos in the room.

Namjoon hung up and placed the phone down, finally turning to comfort him. “Calm down, Jungkook.”

“Calm down? How am I supposed to–”

“Trust me, you don’t have to worry anymore.” Namjoon said, eerily calm. The blank look on their leader’s face silenced him, the whole room’s attention piqued as he addressed them with a calm attitude despite the dire situation. “We’re going to go see her right now.”

Amnesia au | preview1 | preview2 | prequel | ch1 | ch2 | …

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Drabbles

spy au idea | 1/2 | spy au drabble | 1½ | 1¾ | 2 |2½ | 3 | ...

a/b/o dynamics / ot7 x reader / fluff / angst / eventual smut / mafia bts, spy reader / soulmates au / violence, guns, and abo typical heat cycles

college au idea | 1 | 2 | valentine's day | ...

friends w benefits au / ot7 x reader / friends to fwb to lovers / smut / fluff / light angst / mc is the prettiest girl in the world (that's you!)

the a/b/o au that will never be... maybe idea | p.1 | ...

omegaverse au / ot7 x reader / strangers(?) to lovers / yandere / dark fluff / eventual smut / bts adores you too much / bts conveniently have everything you could ever need / the boys are a little toxic

Housewife au | p.1 | p.2 | p.3 | ...

ot7 x reader/ Housewife au / arranged marriage to lovers / namjoon x reader focus / eventual polyamory / fluffiest of fluffs / light angst/ mutual pining

One-shots

The Ceremony (coming soon...)

ot7 x reader

omegaverse, fluff, smut

Requests (open!)

ABC asks (nsfw)

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The Deal

Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 21.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Leverage, Fluff

Silk sheets and your touch is the only way Min Yoongi can wake up in a good mood these days. He stakes his life on it.

But for once, he woke up before you. It's not a normal thing that happens but he equates it to excitement.

He is so fucking excited for today.

He's never once thought about a woman having his tiger and now that he has you -- he wants nothing more than to see it on your skin.

You wanting this tattoo, this bond, he feels like he's died and gone to heaven.

So he left the bed a little bit early to let you get your rest. Yoongi hasn't seen the sun rise for a very long time and more than that, he's never appreciated the colors that dance across the sky like a pretty watercolor painting.

He looks down at his lit cigarette, watching the way the cherry shines brighter with each passing of wind that flows through the forest.

He can remember how much you hated the smell when he first met you. That feeling probably hasn't gone away but you just care for him too much to say anything now.

Dropping the cigarette from between his fingers, he stomps it out. And with one incredibly smooth motion, he tosses the rest of his cigarette pack into the garbage beside the gazebo.

You'll get everything you want, whether you ask for it or not.

He continues his stroll through the lush backyard, minding some piles of dog shit that haven't been cleaned up yet.

It's calm back here, transcendent almost.

He can make out the other's houses in the distance and there's movement that catches his eye immediately.

His hand reaches for his gun and he narrows his eyes at the view before him. It's distant but so clear before his eyes that he presses his lips into a thin line. He continues to get closer as the seconds tick on.

Jeongguk and Hanna slowly sneak out of Jimin's house and Yoongi watches on with rapt fascination.

"You little shit bag," he quips, walking closer.

The drug lord watches them kiss. It's slow and then so blindingly passionate that he averts his eyes out of courtesy.

Jeongguk doesn't want Hanna to leave that much is clear, they way he's trying to pull her clothes off in the morning sunlight.

Your boyfriend raises his eyebrows when the small woman beats her fists to his chest out of embarrassment.

"I'm gonna miss you, baby," Jeongguk murmurs, biting his bottom lip.

"Not as much as I'll miss you." she quips, giving him one final kiss.

Yoongi smirks.

This is such pure, untouched gold... that he'll be able to hold over your brother forever.

When Hanna finally gets into her car and drives away, Yoongi whistles loudly.

The noise makes Guk jump and the second he sees his boss he becomes like a scared child.

"Oh God!" he gasps, gripping onto Jimin's front railing.

"So you're with Hanna," Yoongi muses, resting his head against the tree beside him.

"Hyung, please, please, please don't tell my sister! Please!" Jeongguk begs, descending the stairs quickly.

Yoongi looks down at his shoes, raising an eyebrow at the tone of your younger brother's voice.

"That's gonna cost you, Gukkie." Yoongi sings, crossing his arms.

Your brother falls to his knees, grabbing at the scarred man's shirt. With a grimace, your boyfriend pushes his hands away.

"Anything! I'll do anything! My sister can't know about it! She'll kill me! Hanna works for her, she'll murder me!" Guk cries out, letting his head loll back.

"Well you should have thought about it before you canoodled with the barista," Yoongi quips, carding his fingers through his hair.

"I'll do anything!" Jeongguk pleads, making a prayer-like symbol with his hands and rubbing them together.

"Anything?" Yoongi inquires.

Oh, yes. This is just perfect.

"Yoongi?!" you call out from the back of the kitchen.

Even better.

Your boyfriend smiles widely down at the younger man. "Yeah, baby! Over here!"

"Hyung!" Jeongguk croaks, standing back up.

They both watch as you start your walk over and Jeongguk whines nervously.

"Anything! I promise! I swear on the tiger!" Jeongguk begs, pulling at Yoongi's sleeve like a kid.

"Get… off! Jesus! Fine. I'll take your pleading as a sign that you really want to keep this a secret. So let me make this perfectly clear to you, today your sister is getting my tiger on her chest and I don't want to hear you bitching about it for a single second. You hear me, Jeon? You keep your sister and I's relationship out of your mouth or I'll tell her all about you and little Hanna hookin' it up over the espresso powder."

Guk drops his mouth in horror at the older man's statement.

"Your tiger?! Are you craz-" your brother looks over at you, how close you are to them and he has an internal struggle for a minute before he groans loudly.

"Fuck! Fine! Goddammit!" he seethes through his teeth, bunching his hands in his hair into fists.

"You promise?" Yoongi teases, looking back at you with a large smile.

"Yes! I promise!" Guk grinds out, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Good little rat," the scarred man coos.

Finally, you step beside the drug lord, smiling up at him when he wraps his arm around your waist.

"What's going on over here?" you quip, laying your head against your boyfriend's chest.

"Oh, nothing. I was just telling Guk how you're getting the tiger today and he's so excited about it. Isn't that right, Jeongguk?"

You quip an eyebrow, expecting an explosion from your brother.

The younger man stares at his boss, eyes hard and unwavering.

They continue their staring contest for ten seconds too long before your brother blinks first.

"Ye-Yes. I'm just so happy you're going to be chained to Yoongi until the day you die." your sibling says forcibly, giving you a small smile.

"Really?" you chirp, looking up at Yoongi.

He winks down at you, drifting his thumb over your cheek softly.

"Oh yes. I can't wait to see you become a real, true mob wife. I'm just so over the moon that you'll be his old lady." Guk murmurs, looking down at the grass beneath his feet.

"Wow. Good. Okay! I thought you were going to throw me in the trunk and send me off to live at a nunnery or something," you breathe happily.

"Don't tempt me," he chuckles, narrowing his eyes at your boyfriend.

"He would never dream of it, baby doll," Yoongi smiles, narrowing his eyes back.

"Oh great! Thank you Gukkie! I'm so glad you're being supportive!" you beam, jumping into his arms and hugging him.

He shakes his head, baring his teeth at his boss.

"I have your coffee ready for you," you tell your boyfriend.

His eyes widen happily at the news and he holds his hand out for yours with a wink.

You take it with a smile, lacing your fingers with his.

As you start to walk away, Yoongi trails behind only to slap your brother upside the head with a chuckle.

The slow pulsing of Yoongi's hand in yours as he clenches and unclenches his fingers makes your mind go completely blank.

Today is the equivalent to getting married in your boyfriend's world.

He said it himself.

And it might be dumb to some, it might be ridiculously naive to believe that your first boyfriend, your only boyfriend, will be the forever love of your life. But you're okay with that.

While you stroll hand in hand towards the glass mansion, you let all of your worries and qualms just float away.

You love this man.

You love this stubborn, strong, lonely man.

And you've probably loved him since the second he helped you off the floor of your coffee shop the first day you both met.

All this push and pull of emotions, the strong desire to take care of the scarred man, the need to heal him -- that's all love.

It's unyielding, it's resilient, it thrums through your veins like a goddamn drug.

And you love that you love this man.

You love that he's yours.

You love that he's not going anywhere.

But like always you'll follow Yoongi's lead.

When he's comfortable with expressing himself in such a way, you will too.

"What're you holding over my brother that you got him to behave like that?" you inquire, dragging your nails over his tan, bare arm.

Your boyfriend smiles coyly, running his tongue over his teeth knowing he's been caught. "You tell me, Sherlock."

"Well if it was about him and Hanna, he's a moron. I know they've liked each other for years now...And the storage room has cameras, I have hundreds of dollars worth of coffee beans in there that need protecting." you quip, opening up the kitchen door.

Yoongi laughs loudly.

You make his heart bleed in so many ways with so few words, it's always a joy.

Picking you up easily, he holds you until he can set you down above him on the island counter. Your legs spread to accommodate him and he pulls down the strap of your nightgown slowly.

His fingertips run over the bare ink-free skin over your chest and goosebumps coat your skin accordingly.

"Feel free to hold it over Guk for as long as you like… I like it when he leaves us alone." you murmur, closing your eyes.

"I'll take you up on that, sweetheart," the drug lord coos, drifting his lips over your shoulder.

His kisses are slow and sensual, the petals of his lips move in time with your heartbeat, coating every centimeter of your skin as his own.

His kisses cease above your heart but his lips stay glued to your skin. His eyes flutter shut and he just stays silent. He's listening to everything -- the birds singing, the wind whipping through the trees, the inhales and exhales from you.

"I'm the luckiest man in the universe." he breathes, letting his forehead replace his mouth on your chest.

Running your fingers over the dragon tattoos of his scalp, you tilt your head.

"You turned me from a monster, from a hard shelled prick, into a man of devotion, into a man with a growing heart. This is all yours, sweetheart. Everything. Anything. I want you to know that."

"I just want you," you sing, tilting his face up.

His eyes are alight with care and earnestness.

"All I need is you," you whisper, coasting your thumb over his scar.

"You got me." he breathes, wrapping his arms around you.

You're surprised to see the tattoo equipment just stacked up in the living room. You expected to be going to a dark, goth decorated tattoo parlor where the artists have so many piercings in their lips that they look like some sort of metallic man.

"This is special and private. They come to us." Yoongi announces, watching you drift your hands over the multitude of machines.

You've thought about getting tattoos several times, especially when Guk would come home every day with a new piece of ink.

Nothing has ever stood out to you though, not until now. You could never make up your mind about what you wanted on your body forever.

This new ink won't be just a regular old tattoo. This means something.

It means something so prolific and so wondrous that everything in the future might just fall short.

"Is it going to hurt?" you inquire, watching the tattoo artist enter the house without a word.

It wasn't long ago that Namjoon had taken the blindfold off this man. You know that Yoongi is private but to hide the sight of how to get to his house only makes it that much more obvious that you have so much to learn.

"It's the good kind of pain," your boyfriend promises.

His arms wrap around you as the tattoo artist begins to set up.

You watch on with rapt fascination, seeing how easy it is for the man to connect all the jumbled wires quickly with precision.

"You don't have to get this right now if you're unsure or nervous." the drug lord reminds you.

You can hear the sadness in his voice but you pick up on something else as well -- understanding.

Turning around to the man you adore, you wrap your arms around his neck.

"I want this. I want you. I've never been so sure about anything else except wanting a coffee shop." you avow.

Yoongi lets out a low whistle, pressing his forehead to yours. "You're a smooth talker. You can turn my insides to dust in a second if you keep talking like that."

Giggling, you stand on the tips of your toes.

"Boss?"

"Yeah, Ming?" Yoongi replies, hugging you tightly to him.

"The gold, please."

The drug lord hums in agreement. He pulls away to dig into his suit jacket. The bottle that he pulls out looks so incredibly expensive, it has diamonds along the entire base and smaller stones of rubies and sapphires.

He tosses the bottle with little caution and you jump nervously, widening your eyes.

Ming catches it easily, shaking the bottle with smooth motions.

"Looks expensive," you muse, turning back to Yoongi.

"It's real body safe gold. It goes for a pretty penny." he breathes, running his thumb over your cheek.

"Oh… I just assumed that the gold outline would just be a deep yellow or something."

"Not in our world." he quips, pulling away to grab a glass of liquor.

Our world.

Those two words have your stomach flipping intensely.

You're really his.

You're really doing this.

As your heart begins to feel lighter and lighter, almost to the point of you feeling like you can fly when the kitchen door bursts open.

"Yoongi," Jin hisses, dabbing the sweat on his sideburns.

Your boyfriend's head turns slowly, taking in the disheveled older man. He lets out a loud exhale, running his hands over his face as if he's becoming irritated.

"This is the most important day of my life, I told you I didn't want to be interrupted," the scarred man sighs, narrowing his eyes at Seokjin.

"Yeah… no… I know, I'm sorry but I need to talk to you," the oldest murmurs, looking over at you apologetically.

Your boyfriend shakes his head, gulping down the liquor with a quickness.

"Say what you gotta say," he urges, turning his attention to Ming who's almost done setting up. "Quickly."

Jin looks at you for a moment before humming uneasily.

"She's about to become my old lady. Anything you know, she will know. So just make this easy for me and hurry up," Yoongi breathes, pulling his gun out and putting it on the dining room table.

The drug lord sits down beside the chaise lounge and he motions for you to lay back for Ming.

You do as told, watching the oldest pick at skin around his nails nervously.

"I'm waiting," your boyfriend insists, spinning his gun on the table with his index finger.

Seokjin takes a deep breath, already cringing at the words that flow past his lips. "Someone stole half of our shipment of cocaine at the docks."

Your eyes immediately snap to Yoongi and his jaw tightens in an instant. His fingers flex and he grips the handle of his gun so tightly you're sure that he's going to crush it in his hands.

Without a word, you grab onto his hand. Your thumb strokes against his smooth skin and his eyes squeeze shut.

There's silence for a long time. Just the sounds of your boyfriend breathing heavily, the snap of latex gloves going onto hands and Jin nervously clearing his throat rings through the stagnant air.

"This is the equivalent of you spitting on my face on my wedding day. Do you realize that?" Yoongi seethes through his teeth.

"Yes, I know. But I needed to tell you. We just found out about it."

Your boyfriend gives a laugh, one devoid of any humor. "Do we know who?"

Jin looks down at his feet, dragging his hands over his sweaty face. "No… they killed all the cameras and took down all the guards."

Yoongi squeezes your hand so impossibly tight that you squeak at the sudden sharp pain.

He realizes his mistake immediately, checking on you in an instant. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry," he coos, kissing you gently.

"I'm ready," Ming notifies the drug lord.

Disregarding Jin in the doorway, Yoongi looks at you. "You're sure you're ready for this?"

"Yes," you reply, squeezing his hand softly.

He smiles before turning his attention back to the oldest. "We'll deal with it later. This is more important."

Seokjin gives a strict nod, watching the tattoo artist pour out the gold ink into a small paper cup.

"Do you have a cigarette?" Jin inquires to the boss, patting down his own pockets.

Your boyfriend shakes his head, drifting his lips over the back of your hand. "Tryin' to quit."

Well that's news to you.

"A beautiful, headstrong, stubborn queen once told me she hated the smell," Yoongi quips, nodding to Ming to begin.

You find your neck and ears heating up at his words.

The thin transferable paper is pressed to your chest and when it's peeled away you exhale a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

"This means forever," your boyfriend whispers, holding up the mirror for you to see it.

Even in purple ink it's so much more beautiful than you could have imagined. It's larger than all the ones you've seen before and to your surprise you love that. It's the same exact fierce tiger that sits prettily on Yoongi's neck but the paws are more feminine and the tail is longer, ending just below your collarbone where it curls sweetly at the end.

It looks made for you.

"Forever," you promise.

The sound of the tattoo gun turning on sends shivers up your spine and you turn your head to look at your boyfriend for solace. His eyes are glassy, eyebrows knit together.

When the needle enters your skin, he lets out a shaky breath of relief.

You're so much more than perfection for him.

You're his family.

His life.

His home.

"Goddammit," he hisses, pressing his forehead to your knuckles.

When you whimper at the hot, dragging pain, he kisses over your hand to comfort you.

"My baby girl," he whispers fondly.

He's known it for a while now, even if he didn't want to admit it or rush into anything due to his prior failure at romance.

He's so in love with you that it takes up every cell in his entire body.

"My queen," he breathes, watching the tattoo come to life before his eyes.

You're such a huge part of this scarred man that there is no one else in the world that could make his heart bleed like this.

And he wouldn't change that for anything in the world.

Because this day, the day you got this new tiger tattoo, is the day your life changed forever.

This day was the day you were accepted into an empire that Yoongi had built for years.

And what comes next… Well, every queen gets a crown.

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BACKSEAT BUSINESS

jungkook picked you from the crowd with one thing in mind. and he can’t wait to get started, no matter who’s around. // explicit. requested. 1.8k words

warnings: cursing, dirty talk, fingering, slight exhibitionism, taehyung knows exactly what he’s doing, mentions of oral (m. receiving), a smidge of angst at the end... jungkook is spoiled and entitled.

+ this is the first thing i’ve written in like a month, so if it’s trash go easy on me... i need to get used to writing again lmao

“kook's always gotta find a girl,” yoongi says with a roll of his eyes, words falling on deaf ears as the other six guys chat loudly about who's going in what car. plucked from the crowd toward the end of the show, you had no idea that the singer had spotted you. just assumed the extra time he was spending near your section was pure coincidence. imagine your shock when security was escorting you backstage.

he barely spoke when you were presented to him, just gave you a once over before waving off the man that had brought you. he's dropping his arm around your shoulders and leading you to the couch in the middle of the room. you're tucked into his side the entire time they stand around talking. he's not listening and you're too starstruck to chime in. although, you wouldn't have much to say on the topic.

they were deciding car sharing arrangements from the sound of it. the seven gorgeous men you had watched dance and sing their hearts out on stage, stood right in front of you, paying you no mind.

jungkook sits lazily spread out on the couch as if they're not discussing him not even ten feet away. the tips of his fingers have started drawing light patterns against your naked shoulder, causing goosebumps to lift. his words come as a whisper against your ear: “you look so good in your little dress...” middle finger tracing the hem of it for emphasis. “i can't wait to take you home with me,”

 he notices the flush that rises on your cheeks at the end of his words., a smirk playing on his lips as he leans down. his lips are soft, warm against the clammy skin of your neck. at first, he lands light kisses on your skin – testing the waters... then all of a sudden his tongue is pushing out, rolling over a very specific spot before he's sucking that bit of skin past his teeth. you're letting out a gasp in surprise, hand shooting down to clutch his thigh as your eyes widen.

the sound pulls taehyung's attention. it's the first time he's looked at you and yes, he's just as intimidating up close. not a hint of what he's thinking is behind his stare and it has a thump of anxiety growing in your chest. you're just about to start full-on squirming when the corners of his lips lift into a small smile. “i'll ride with them, then. i don't mind.” he says with a shrug and as if that had been the dilemma all along, they're packing up to leave.

all jungkook had done, up til now, was kiss your neck a bit... honestly, you've done a lot more than simple necking – but by the time you're settling the backseat of the tinted window car, you're basically panting. he makes a show of waving off his fans, shouting promises of returning for another show.

as a fan, you're giddy to know that sometime soon they'd be coming back to perform again. as the girl seated beside him, waiting to be felt up – you were quickly growing annoyed... and impatient with his drawn out goodbye. he must sense that the moment he's rolling his window back up because he doesn't waste any time with crowding you.

one large hand laid flat on the center of your stomach while the other pushes your hair on the way, making room for the wet kisses he drags across your skin. it's hard to keep quiet with the way his skilled mouth works. love bites placed so deliberately there's no way you're able to fight the soft hums that fall from your lips. even with the full knowledge that kim taehyung is sat right next to you. like right next to you, his thigh pressed against yours as he manspreads... you could smell his cologne for crying out loud!

taehyung's sole focus is his phone, paying no mind to the way his bandmate pulls your legs apart or the way he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. as if it's far from the first time something like this has happened. and that's when it's clicking in your mind. this isn't the first time this has happened. it's routine, he didn't spot you in the crowd and have this unbearable need to be close to you.

he wasn't going to fall in love with you either. he simply wanted you and he was jeon jungkook, he got what he wanted. and as odd as it was, something about that turned you on even more. he wanted you. out of the ninety thousand people he could've chosen from, he chose you. for the night of course, but you were willing to take what you could get.

you're so lost in the fantasies and scenarios you're whipping up in your head, you don't even register the way he's pulled your legs apart. not until you're feeling the nudge of his fingers against your heat through the fabric of your panties. “make those pretty sounds for me,”

he's pushing your panties to the side, just enough for his fingers to reach through and brush against your exposed slit. the moan you let out isn't even all that loud, yet it catches the attention of the man seated beside you. tae tries to be subtle with the way he watches, holding his phone up as if that's where his focus is. it's obvious that's not the case and something about him watching you has a rush of excitement pooling between your legs.

jungkook chuckles fingers making their way to your now dripping hole. he doesn't say much else, eyes on you as he slowly pushes a finger through. and then another. he's moving at an agonizingly slow pace, enjoying the way you squirm beneath him desperate for more. “you're squeezing me so tight... can't wait to fuck you open.” lips pressed to your ear as he speaks, pulling a desperate whine from your lips.

“jungkook, please...” legs spreading wider for him as your hips grind down into his palm. he's grinning, eyes flickering to the man next to you before he's picking up the pace of his fingers. fucking into you at such a rapid pace, you're not even able to contain the squeal that falls from your lips.

his thumb lifts to meet your clit, circling roughly against it with each thrust of his fingers. he can tell you're close to falling apart, from the way you grip his shirt and the untimed twitch of your hips. “think you can handle one more, baby?” mouth lazily tugging on your earlobe as he speaks.

and you're nodding frantically, spreading your legs wider for him paying no mind to the way your knee knocks against taehyung's thigh. “such a good girl. can't wait to feel you cum all over my dick. you want that too, huh?” three fingers pushed into the knuckle while his thumb slowly rolls your clit underneath it.

he's making you feel so good, you'd agree to anything at this point. which is why you're agreeing to his words instantly, begging him not to wait that long, to make you cum now. and he takes you up on that, pulling his fingers back before quickly pushing forward. the snap of his wrist has enough force behind it to make your hips hit against the seats.

urging you to cum with each push of his fingers, reaching deep enough to just barely brush up against that rough patch of skin inside of you. he doesn't let up on the circle on your clit, adding more pleasure and it's only a few moments until you feel yourself unraveling completely.

your orgasm washes over you entirely, head lulling back while you let out a gasped scream. legs shaking and fingers wrinkling the fabric of his shirt. chanting jumbled syllables that are meant to be his name, judging from the laugh he lets out you're not even slightly close to making sense.

jungkook only pulls his fingers down once you've calmed down completely, lifting the wet digits to show off how your juices glisten in the dim light. and then he's pushing them into his mouth, sucking your taste from them while humming softly. you're watching him, not being able to pull your attention from the way his tongue moves.

you barely register the way he leans down to press his lips to yours, not until the taste of you fills your own mouth. but, just as you're about to kiss him back, he's pulling away. dark eyes drinking you in before he's leaning back against the seats, hands moving toward the buttons of his jeans.

“get down and suck me off,” you're shooting him with a wide gaze, eyes shifting over to where taehyung sits, fake watching the same tiktok on his phone for the tenth time. jungkook follows your gaze, laughs softly before he's dropping his stare back onto you, forehead resting on your temple. “he's not even looking,”

the boner straining against his jeans says otherwise. sensing your hesitance, jungkook tries a different approach, lower lip pushing out to form a pout. the same pout you have saved on your phone over a thousand times. “but, i worked so hard today... don't i deserve a reward?” he's looking up at you through his lashes. “i'll fuck you so perfect when we get to the hotel,” heat pools between your legs at his words.

you make a mental note to end the weeks-long debate with your friends on who's the most spoiled out of the group. it's jungkook, hands down. the youngest in the biggest group in the world, of course, it was him. he expected the entire world to get down on their knees with a simple pout of his lips... which is exactly why you're lowering yourself onto the surprisingly soft car carpet.

--

he does, in fact, as he put it 'fuck you so perfect when you get to the hotel'. from the moment you're closing the door to well after two in the morning, he's inside you. tossing you around, holding you down... fucking you open until your body shakes with overstimulation. and then some more after that. 

he calls you baby, but you're sure it doesn't mean anything. just that he never bothered to get your name. even in the early hours of the morning when you're being woken up by his security guard, ready to escort you out. he tosses his phone in your direction, half awake and telling you to put your number in. you know he won't call as you type out the digits, but you're still giddy that he asked.

eyes still closed as you leave, not even bothering to muster a proper goodbye. and while for you, this night will be a story you tell the grandkids... you know it'll end up being just another blur in his wild rockstar life.

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[aquagustd]

hell is empty - JJK, KTH

📞 #1

↳ events right after part 04.2 - months before part 05

✧ series masterlist ✧

pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, smut, fluff, love triangle au

tags — strong language, parental conflict, single parent!reader, ceo!taehyung, dad!jk

a/n — important phone call between yoongi & oc - which is relevant to the plot !! if you skip this you will be confused 

Yoongi: Hello?

You: Yoongi.

Yoongi: What’s going on? It’s nearly four in the morning.

You: He wants to take him away.

Yoongi: What?

You: Jun—Jungkook. He wants to take Junho away from me.

Yoongi: …

Yoongi: ___ you know he won’t do that.

You: But he is! He—He’s got all these fucking documents and I—fuck.

Yoongi: Hey, calm down. Where’s Smiley now?

You: He’s here with me. I couldn’t leave him there like that when Jungkook could just…take him away! Fuck what was I thinking—

Yoongi: Calm down, please. I can’t hear you because you’re crying.

You: He just—he said that I’m incapable of taking care of Smiley. Said that I’m a bad parent and he—

Yoongi: You know that’s bullshit. You’re—

You: Did you tell him what happened that day outside the mall…By the fountain?

Yoongi: What? Fuck no. Why would I tell him that?

You: Then how else would he fucking know?!

Yoongi: Can you relax for a second? How could you even ask that question? Fuck, ___ that day was traumatizing enough for me. How could you think I would even bring it up again?

You: How…else would he know, Yoongi? Y-You were the only one there.

Yoongi: Fuck I don’t know. There could’ve been someone else around, it happened outside the mall, a public area. It was years ago. Fuck how do you expect me to remember? I was so fucking scared for Junho and you. You’re asking all this at four in the morning?!

You: He kept talking about Junho’s safety…how he can’t trust me. I just…felt like he was hinting at that. And—and he said it’s better if Junho stays with him because you never know when I’m gonna fall off the wagon.

Yoongi: Fucking asshole.

You: Yoongi. I don’t know what to do. He’s gonna take my baby away.

Yoongi: No. He won’t. He can’t do that. You really think he has a chance? Everyone knows Jeon Jungkook.

You: I just—he made it seem as if I have no idea what I’m doing. Like all these years he was the one looking out for Junho instead of me!

Yuri: Hey, babes. Don’t listen to him. He’s a shithead. You’re really gonna let someone like him put you down? C’mon now, stop crying.

You: I know—he just—you understand, Yuri. The way he spoke…I couldn’t—

Yuri: It’s okay. I get it. But you know what? He’s not worth your tears. Yoongi and I are here to stand by you. Always.

You: I know, I’m just so fucking scared. Like—you know what he’s capable of. Yoongi?

Yoongi: He won’t do shit. Listen to me, you’re gonna keep Junho with you, if that makes you feel better. But you know that Jungkook doesn’t give up easily.

You: If he wants Junho—why is he making my life a misery? Why can’t we just settle things once and for all and then he can go back to whatever—hole he crawled out of?!

Yoongi: …That’s not gonna happen. At least not until he gets what he wants.

You: Junho.

Yoongi: It’s more than that.

You: What? What do you mean?

Yoongi: …___.

You: No—Yoongi. You better tell me right now. Stop trying to protect me because you’re doing a shitty fucking job! Fuck, you don’t know how I feel right now. I can’t fucking breathe.

Yoongi: Calm down. Or I won’t tell you.

You: …

You: I’m calm. Tell me.

Yoongi: …Jungkook isn’t here because he wants Smiley. Well, that’s not the only reason why he came back. Or…came out of hiding.

You: Out of hiding? What? What’s the other reason?

Yoongi: Uhh…not ‘out of hiding’ but…he made his presence known. The…What I’m trying to say is—he’s not back because he wants Smiley. He was perfectly fine with the way things were.

You: You mean…calling every few weeks and meeting Junho outside of school behind my back?

Yoongi: Things were going to change eventually.

You: Then why did he come back?

Yoongi: Remember your stalker? Stalkers, rather? He heard about that.

You: …Fuck.

Yoongi: Yeah.

You: So, he came back because he was worried about us?

Yoongi: Maybe. He came back because Yang was too quiet for a while. And when I called him to let him know what was happening—he knew he had to do something.

You: Yang.

You: Wait. You called Jungkook?

Yoongi: …Yes. I had to.

You: …

Yoongi: You’re angry.

You: So, he’s only here because he’s worried for his own ass? He doesn’t really want to spend time with Junho?

Yoongi: He was gonna come back eventually.

You: Eventually.

Yoongi: Were you waiting for him?

You: …

You: No.

Yoongi: Hmm.

You: Now I definitely got to keep Junho away from him.

Yoongi: He won’t hurt Smiley.

You: How do you know that? He tried to kill me the other day.

Yoongi: What? He won’t do that.

You: He did…Anyway—

Yoongi: He loves Junho.

You: Now he loves him.

Yoongi: If you had just—

You: I don’t want to hear it right now, Yoongi.

You: Anything else you need to tell me?

Yoongi: Don’t think so. Stop stressing over nothing. No one will take your baby away from you. Which—reminds me. He’s turning six soon. Smiley needs to explore and figure some things out for himself.

You: …I know.

Yoongi: How’s he doing at his new school?

You: Have a meeting with the school counsellor on Monday.

Yoongi: Already?

You: Apparently it’s just protocol.

Yoongi: Hmm.

You: Anyway, tell Yuri I said goodnight.

Yoongi: She’s asleep and I think you mean good morning.

You: I forget she falls asleep quick…hah. Night~

Yoongi: Are you feeling a bit better now? Calmer?

You: Sort of.

Yoongi: Uhh, ___—

You: Yeah?

Yoongi: What I said earlier—

You: Hm?

Yoongi: Jungkook didn’t only ‘show up’ because I called him.

You: Okay?

Yoongi: He wanted to for a long time – he just didn’t know how you would react.

You: So…this is my fault?

Yoongi: I didn’t say that. Stop jumping to conclusions.

You: …what’s your point?

Yoongi: He’s here for you too.

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Invisible String, 7: Uncharted Territory

summary: Sometimes the hardest thing in life is letting yourself be seen.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader

rating: explicit 🔞

genre: social media au, angst, fluff, romance

chapter word count: 1.4k + text conversations

chapter warnings: explicit content ahead. chapter contains swearing, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk

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You should have known where this was going to go.

The call comes through almost immediately after you read his text and you gasp, nearly dropping the phone on your chest before promptly declining the call.

Hell no. Absolutely not.

When the call comes through again, you answer, teeth digging dangerously into your bottom lip as you try to calm your breathing. “Hello?”

“Holy fuck,” comes Yoongi’s groaned response. “Listen to you. You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?”

You whimper in a mixture of shame and excitement, arousal sparking deep in your gut at the thought of Yoongi listening to you, at the thought of possibly hearing him get off too.

“You sound so needy, baby,” he notes. “Tell me how you’re touching yourself.”

You hum, shifting on your mattress and parting your legs further. “Just rubbing my clit.”

He lets out a sigh of satisfaction. “Good girl, giving that clit so much attention. Are you touching yourself over or under your clothes?”

You let out a breathy sigh, keeping a slow and gentle rhythm. “Over.”

He hums. “You must’ve just started then, hmm? Why don’t you play a game with me?”

You shudder at the gravel in his voice, tone sending shivers down your spine. “What kind of game?”

“I want you to get off just like that,” he husks. “But do exactly as I say.”

A thrill rushes through you, traversing down your spine and into your tummy, over your clit that throbs at the attention, and down to your toes. A loud moan is the only answer you can manage.

“You like that?” he teases. “Like the idea of being completely at my mercy and cumming when I tell you to?”

Your lips part in a curse, heels digging into the mattress when you give a deep roll of your hips. “Fuck, yes! Please!”

“So polite,” he laughs. “How are you feeling, baby? A little desperate?”

You whimper, swirling your clit a little faster.

“Hey hey,” he chastises. “You better not be trying to get off without permission. Take that hand away from your clit.”

You cry out at the loss of your fingers, body spasming a little in the aftermath of steadily building pleasure.

Yoongi hums. “That’s a good girl. Now touch yourself very slowly. Gently. Tease yourself for me, sweetheart.”

You sigh, eyes fluttering closed at the warmth that pools and settles in your belly, little sparks of pleasure erupting across your thighs and making your walls flutter.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it, Ghost?” he purrs, ending in a moan that makes you shiver. “Let me hear you, baby. I wanna know how it feels.”

You mewl, just barely holding back the urge to move your hips. “Feels so good. Wish they were your fingers.”

A low growl echoes into your ear. “I’d like nothing more than to get my hands on that pretty pussy of yours. Imagine it for me, baby. Close your eyes and imagine it’s my fingers on your clit, barely touching you. I bet you’re already trembling, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hmm,” you whine, squeezing your eyes shut. It’s driving you crazy at this point to be touching yourself so slowly, having just enough pressure to spark the fire, but not enough to set you ablaze.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he grunts. “Okay, pick up the pace a little, but not too fast, baby. I don’t want you to cum just yet.”

If you respond, you’re not aware of it, entirely focused on the feeling of your fingers as you gently increase the pressure and pick up the speed. You’re vaguely aware of the sounds coming through the phone, the sounds of Yoongi jerking himself with his fist and the shakiness of his breath – little huffs echoing through the phone.

You bet he looks glorious like that, tongue pushed into the side of his cheek while his long fingers stroke down his length. You wonder if he’s laying down like you are or if he’s sitting in a chair somewhere. Is he even home?

Your questions are endless, but go unasked.

“Alright, now I want you to rub that clit as fast as you can for me. Can you do that, baby?” he breathes, words strained.

“Yes, Yoongi,” you croak.

“Good fucking girl,” he growls. “Now do it.”

You throw your head back and cry out as you release the restraint that’s been holding you, moving your wrist so fast and so hard that it aches. You moan and part your legs, knees falling to the mattress, as the tension coils like a spring inside you.

“Fuck fuck fuck, hands off!”

Surprised, you rip your hand away and wail at the tremors that tease you, then leave just as quickly. Fuck, you’d been so close.

Ragged breathing can be heard on the other end of the line, along with some faint rustling. “You didn’t cum, right?”

“No,” you whimper and squirm, feeling a bit petulant.

“Good,” he breathes. “Start again. Nice and slow for me.”

You don’t want to go slow. You want to go fast and cum already, but you bite into your lip, and let feather-light touches tease your sensitive nerves. Yoongi’s movements now sound slick and you wonder whether he’s added lube. The thought makes arousal dribble between your thighs.

“Mm,” Yoongi hums. “You sound so good, baby. Wish I was there to see you. To see how messy that cunt is for me.”

You curse under your breath, fingers slipping and pressing a bit too hard. You yelp. “Wanna see you too. Wanna taste you.”

He groans. “A little faster, baby. Do you? Would you like my cock in that sweet little mouth of yours?”

“Yes, please,” you mewl and squirm.

“Oh, fuck,” he curses. “Faster, baby. Fuck that sensitive clit of yours.”

Your entire body is trembling, feet digging into the mattress as you begin to move your hips. “Can I cum this time? Please, Yoongi, wan’na come!”

The sounds coming through the phone are divine – a low growl, the wet slide of his cock in his hand getting louder and faster. “Fuck! Feeling greedy, huh? You wanna cum that badly?”

You let out a succession of “please” and he moans in response.

“Fuck! Then cum for me, baby. Imagine it’s my fingers rubbing that pretty clit and cum!”

Your orgasm hits you with enough force that your entire body locks up and then begins to tremble, spasms rolling over you in waves that don’t seem to end. You’re crying out, shaky hand continuing to grind into your clit, and full-body chills wash over you.

It’s intense, it’s addicting, and it’s heavenly.

You’re not even aware if Yoongi came at all by the time you open your eyes, breath coming out in jagged breaths and your hand falls away from your clit. The leak of your arousal feels uncomfortable and you grimace when your hand dips down to find the damp spot on your sleep shorts.

You don’t think you’ve cum quite so hard in a very long time and a flicker of your teenage intrigue in Yoongi bubbles to the surface.

Shit.

Yoongi echoes the sentiment, cursing softly into the phone while trying to catch his breath. “I didn’t know you had that in you, Ghost.”

You hum, feeling a bit nervous now that you’re not delirious with lust.

A pounding on the door echoes through the phone, making you jump in alarm.

“Hey, Yoongi-ah! If you’re done in there, can we start the movie now?”

Yoongi curses again with a sigh. “Be there in a minute, Joon.” To you, he says, “Shit. I’m so sorry. I forgot I promised I’d watch this dumb movie with them.”

“It’s not dumb!” you hear Jimin call.

“Yes, it is,” you hear Yoongi murmur.

“It’s okay,” you say quietly, embarrassment heating your cheeks at the thought of his roommates knowing what you’d done. Did he have you on speaker? You squirm self-consciously.

“I’ll see you in class on Monday,” Yoongi grunts by way of goodbye, the line dying shortly after.

You drop the phone, running a hand through your hair while a confusing swirl of emotions slosh through your stomach.

You will, indeed, see Yoongi on Monday. And Tuesday. And Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.

You have so many classes with him.

With a groan, you roll over and bury your face in your pillow. What did you just do?

Despite how attracted to him you were in the past (and, admittedly, still are), you fear he’s like every other guy out there. Now that he’s gotten what he wants, he’s gonna dash. Either that or it will be awkward.

Regardless, he’ll treat you differently. All guys do.

That’s the last thing you want.

“Fuck my life,” you groan into the pillow. Your pity party lasts a few moments, anxiety mounting, before you roll yourself out of bed, adamant about cleaning yourself up and getting rid of the uncomfortable reminder between your legs.

Right now, all you want to do is forget.

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leave my heart open but it’s still empty for days | yuta

genre: angst summary: yuta left his heart open but it’s still empty for days.

 if someone would told yuta just a month ago he wouldn’t date his lovely sakura, he would laugh and couldn’t believe it. but now it’s his reality. woman he has loved for the longest time ever, wasn’t his anymore. sakura was girl, who he met during his college years at university in seoul. it was lovely relationship, and everyone was jealous of them. four years passed, and they really are broken up. yuta was left without good explanation or any words of being sorry. she just broke his heart into milion pieces, and left. house yuta was looking for was sold out. ring he found, and buy was now thrown into deep water of lake. future they both have been dreamed of is gone now, and there is no back for it. 

  friends of yuta was worried. yuta didn’t show much since break up. many would tried to talk with him, but he was weirdly calm as if this all nothing happend. mark visited him few times, but he was calm. well, he was until reason behind his break up was revelaed by his friend- jungwoo. no one has guts to tell yuta, so they picked jungwoo.

“hyung, i know it must be harsh if you get to know, but i feel like i have to do it.” jungwoo looked at yuta to check him, but he was calm as always. “well, birds told me that sakura had an affair with some guy called yoongi. he is boss of some label, and it happends that they felt something.”

“since when?” yuta’s calmness was scary at times, and jungwoo felt pressed. “since when, jungwoo tell me.”

“about two years now.” jungwoo looked down.

“give me his name, and adress.”

“yuta, why the hell would you need that?” jungwoo was scared because of yuta

“just do it dude. i will talk with them.” he got up. “she was fucking other guy for two years. of course, i’ve tought of other man, but i wouldn’t expect it to be so long.”

“wait, yuta there’s one more thing.”

 yuta felt like nothing more can surprise him.

“what else?”

“she is pregnant with him. i guess she is in her 4th month now. some other birds were talking about their wedding.”

“are you fuckin kidding me?” look in yuta’s eyes was so disapointed, it’s hurts. “send me adress.”

 yuta has always hard time with love or relationship with people in general. he couldn’t express himself nor his feelings well, instead he was hiding them as much as he could. many people would call him cold even tho inside he was very sensitive person. that’s why at the first he has few friends like mark, jungwoo or doyoung, and they help him to meet other people. he had hard time opening his heart to others, and when he met sakura he did best to show her love she deserved in his eyes. sakura could be called the luckiest girl in the world, because of her boyfriend. yuta wasn’t only gentleman, but also person who took feminism seriously, and could defeand women without hesitation. 

  after boys sent adress to yuta, they were concerned about this.

“i don’t think we should have done that.” doyoung was lookinga at the group of boys

“doyoung, please. don’t be pussy, wouldn’t you beat the shit out of guy who fucks your girl?” johnny was annoyed. “you see, i’m not against that. he has to do what should be done.”

“what? of course, i’d be pissed off but i wouldn’t like to try to beat guy up.”

“well that’s you. what? would you talk with him?” johnny was mocking doyoung. “h-hey, excuse me, but you’re the one who fucks my girl? ah yes, i’d like to ask you if you could stop. please.”

 few boys let out giggle.

“johnny hyung is right.” haechan spoke. “i think, this yoongi guy deserves this. i hope yuta will shove legs into his ass.”

“see? someone is with me.” johnny shrugged

“i agree with them.” jaehyun said not looking from his phone. “yuta had hard time with relationships, and emotions and that bitch just were fucking around for two fuckin years. at this point, she should i don’t know, get hit by a car or something.”

 jaehyun was always cruel with his words if someone hurts his friends. and he meant it.

“exactly! not to suggest something, but i wouldn’t mind driving tho.” haechan said, and mark hit his shoulder. “what? i am for real!”

“haechan, we aren’t going to hit anyone with car.” taeyong said calmly. “i’m not sure tho about this. it’s not good to beat this guy, but at the other side i wouldn’t be calm or put together if i get to know adress of dude who is side dick of my girl.”

“you’re right.” jungwoo admitted. “let him do what he wants.”

“jungwoo is right.” taeil nodded. “he for sure know the consequences of doing such a thing. yuta been through a lot, and if he would love to beat some fucker then it’s fine.”

 boys just nodd, and let go of topic. no one knows what is yuta going to do or what’s on his mind, he was just so scary, and mysterious it was almost impossible to read him. 

 when his best friend were hanging out, talking out any posiblities of yuta beating some guy, he was in his car in front of house of this yoonig. he had to admit, yoongi was rich as hell since his house was so big, and the car he owns was one of the most expensive. yuta could only think of thoughs of sakura. she for sure wanted some rich asshole, not someone like yuta, well. her now ex, was working hard as tattoo artist. he wasn’t extremly rich, but rich enough to afford life he wants to live, and for sakura it wasn’t enough. 

 after ten minutes, japanese guy walked out of his own car, and went inside. it wasn’t hard, since yuta was taking informatics as his major just a year ago. yuta could only chuckle when yoongi’s password to home security was 3456. crossing line of yoongi’s house was just another declaration it’s over. there is no backing from it. big black door were soon open by yuta, and silecne could be only heard. yoongi is home for sure, but yuta didn’t know where for now. he took his sweet time while looking around. first thing he noticed was frames of pictures of probaly yoongi, and his friends having fun. also, he noticed shoes. female shoes. sakura. yuta’s blood preasure raised, because it’s seems like his ex is here.

 after he went on stairs, he could hear giggles, and moans coming from upstairs. bedroom. for sure. yuta was trying to be as silent, as he could. anger was only growing on him, since he could hear laugh of woman he still loves. it wasn’t easy to forget about perosn, who you spent your last four years with. at the bottom of heart, he still has feelings for her. love isn’t fading away so easily. but next to this damned feelings are other ones. the ones, that made him rip her heart of her chest, and see her struggles - hate. he hated her so much. he couldn’t only blame yoongi for it. it’s sakura who cheated on him, and knew it for god’s sake.

 “you don’t know how happy i am.” male voice laughed. “you’re finally broke with this bastard. how could you live with him for such a long time? like, imagine if we haven’t met.”

“i mean, he wasn’t the worst.”

“you said he was bad at bed, honey.” yuta clenched his fists. “and he was looking like punk.”

“he was.” she giggled “i just.. she was like rockstar, and i don’t like it. the way of thinking he has. it’s so fucked up.”

“why?”

“you know, he has this mysterious aura. he couldn’t express his feelings well. i can’t understand how he could be like that.” yoongi giggled. “yeah, some trauma or shit, but it’s fucked up. his friends warned me he is sensitive inside, but tough on outside.”

“bad boy?”

“no, he wasn’t bad boy. he is feminist, and shit. i don’t know, the way he treats girls is like..” she had to think. “gentleman. he was one, but i didn’t like it. he tried but failed.”

 loud laughes filled whole room, and yuta swear to himself he will punch this dude so hard, he will die.

“at least right now you have me, and soon to be our kid. ah.” he stood up. “my mum called me asking what theme you want? of wedding, and shit.”

“i call her back.”

 this what made yuta go crazy. he went in, and screams of surprise could be heard. both sakura, and yoongi was surprise, and scared.

“i’m bad at bed?” he said sarcasticly. “well, aren’t you the one, who cum just from me touching your tighs? or cum multiple times without my dick inside? punk. seems like nice adjective, right. oh so you don’t like being treated like a woman, but like what? a slut?” he let go of his emotions. “you’re so fucked up sakura. i gave you everything i could, and you were fucking around with other guy.”

“ey, dude. leave before i call the police.”

“well.”

 everything that happens after this words were like disaster.  sakura was screaming at yuta to stop, but it didn’t help at all. he was punching so hard, blood was on his tshirt and clothers in overal. yoongi was much weaker than yuta, who was almost killing him. after some time, yuta let go.

“what the fuck? yuta, you are fucked up!”

“call the police. try it.”

 yuta left, and he didn’t feel any regrets. as soons as he got home, his friends were calling to check what happend, and how he feels, but he couldn’t answer. he was mad. mad at what he heard. he has never eved imagined that sakura has seen him this way, because she was praising him for every try, and affection she recived from him. it was sadening. now he is broken inside. how could he be blind?

a year later

“y/n, listen here.” jaehyun smiled. “who else is going to pass if not you? you’re fine for real.”

“jaehyun, i feel like ima throw up.” you said with grin. “i don’t want to fail.”

“just chill out.” he looked at you. “if you pass, i’ll buy you big package of ramen.”

“deal.”

  it was your finals today, your major in journalism is ending today if you pass. you were kind of stressed, because you don’t have any other plans for future or something. this is literally your last chance to end it all as you should. beside that, only thing was bothering you- lack of your boyfriend. you knew yuta was always busy, but he as always couldn’t make it today, so his best friend had to show up. you were kind of sad. you were dating yuta for six months now, and everything was so hard with him. you have no idea how is he feeling. what are his toughts. nothing. he was just person closed inside, and not letting anyone know about them. you did respect that, but sometimes you wish he would open up.

 or at least treat you like his girlfriend. you felt like his friends spend more time with you, than he has ever done. even at your finals day, it’s not him with you, but jung jaehyun. you were really thankful he has shown up. for real.

“now go. good luck y/n.”

“thank you jaehyun.” you were heading to door, but you turned. “please, tell yuta to text me later, ok? or just..” you looked at the ground. “just tell him to text me about his well being.”

“no problem, now go!”

  you will do good. you were studying for this moment, your whole time in university. everything is going to be fine as ever. exams passed, date with your boyfriend, and ramen from jaehyun. maybe you would like to spend some time with your parents at busan. so many things to do still.

  yuta met you during your fourth year at university. he was working still as tattoo artist, and one day you just happen to be around area of his salon. desing of building at this street were so cool, that you had to head inside. tattooes weren’t for you especially, but as soon as your eyes catch small tattoo of moon you were literally obsessed. 

“is it your first time?” 

 you turned back, and you could saw a guy with kinda long, blonde hair and face so hansdome, you would tought he is model or idol. you could feel heat went up to your cheeks while you were staring at him.

“actually yes, i mean i’m here just by accident.”

“i guess it was universe.” he laughed. “moon would suits you. moon’s meaning is growth and change. it’s good time for change like tattoo. it’s small so it wouldn’t hurt.”

 the way he was talking, made you little shy. you weren’t close with any boys, and now you were talking for longer than you would suppose with guy, who looked like straight out of magazine like vogue or elle. 

“uhm, sure. but where?” you seems to be curious, and lost. “i don’t know where i would like to have it.”

  young man was looking at you for few seconds. “maybe at your shoulder. it’s seems like it’d look great. plus“he smiled. “this isn’t this typical moon. these are boring. there is special place. you will carry moon on your shoulder young lady.”

“i guess you’re right. sounds fun.” you smiled at him. “i’d like to do it.”

  yuta smiled, and guide you to room when he does the tattoes. you were lucky he hadn’t have any other clients for this hour, and your tattoo wouldn’t take long, like less than hour for sure.

  at first, you were kind of scared. it was your first quick decission without second tought. also, man who was doing his work right now, was so nice to you. you knew it was his job, but energy he had made you so curious about him, and made you feel comfortable.

“so, what’s your name?”

“uhm, i am y/n.” you looked at his busy hands. “and yours?”

“i am yuta.”

“oh it’s sounds like japanese name.” he laughed, and look at you.

“i am japanese.” you would like to punch yourself for your words. “it’s fine. i live here since i was teenager so yeah. korean is my second language, and all.”

“it’s impressive.” you looked at the ceiling. “you like japan or korea better?”

“i’m not sure. both have cons and pros, but i miss japan. i mean osaka is my hometown, and my parents live there. i’d like to go there once in a while or stay there forever, but i can’t for now.”

“oh that’s sucks. hope one day you will be able to visit japan again.” 

 yuta smiled at your words. he didn’t know you at all, but he had feeling you were such a soft soul, and good person. but his tought fade away quickly, because he still remember sakura, and his past with her.

“yes me too. have you ever been to japan?”

“not really.” you laughed. “i have never been outside of country. i’ve been stuck in seoul since forever so.”

“you missing out a lot girl.” he raised his eyebrows. “you should go there one day. it’s beatufil. and peacful if you know places.”

“thank you for advice. if i ever going to end my major, and i pass..” you smiled a little.”i’ll visit japan.”

  rest of the time went so quickly you didn’t even notice when you were done with it. yuta told you quickly everything you should know about tattoo, and you were more than happy after this. leaving this place felt like coming back from cloud 9. no one were going to believe you that you got tattoo. 

  yuta at the other hand felt weird. ever since sakura broke his heart, he was careful with women in general, and was afraid of them. he hasn’t spoken to any girl since. he had felt weird connection with you, but he ignore it. no woman can take his heart again.

  his mind changed real quick, when after some time both of you met again during big festival in seoul, when bts and other kpop groups had concerts. you didn’t even like to go, but your sister made you go anyways. while buying some bubble tea, you felt tap on your shoulder, and you could see again this beautfiul eyes.

“oh my god, yuta. hi!” you smiled widely at him. 

“hi y/n. i didn’t expect to meet you again.” he showed his dimples. “how are you doing?”

“i’m good. you?”

“i’m alright.” he smiled again. “you’re here alone or..”

“i’m with my sister. you know, she is big fan of bts, so i choose to support her.”

 both of you giggled, and you felt warm inside.

“actually..” he stood closer, and lean to you. “my friends are here also for bts, and they drag me with them. but don’t tell anyone.”

“sure. it’s secret between us.”

 yuta were about to say something, when someone’s voice stopped him.

“yuta!” mocking cute voice were close. “yuta! oppa where are you?”

 yuta could only roll his eyes, as soon as he heard his friend voice. apologetic look in his eyes were enough for you to understand it’s someone he knows.

“oh shut up jungwoo.”

 this co-called jungwoo was about to say something, when he spotted your figure. he automatically stopped, and other guys that came along did the same, and look at you with curiosity.

“uhm-” you looked down with embarrasment.

“oh sorry.” jungwoo said, while others were laughing at him. “didn’t mean to made such a terrible first impression.”

“oh he always screws up.” guy, much shorter and little bit tanner rolled his eyes. “maybe if you wouldn’t make us look as idiots everytime you open your mouth, it wouldn’t be that bad.”

“haechan you don’t have to be such a dick.”

“i’m sorry for them. they are my best friends, and bunch of bts fans.” yuta spoke to you, and you nodd. “jungwoo is the one who was screaming. mean one is haechan, and guy who told him, he is dick is doyoung. the tallest with black hair is johnny, and next tall one is jaehyun. guy with dark jacket, standing next to hachan is taeil.” every guy waved at you shyly. “taeyong is guy with emo style, and mark is the cutest one, who looks the most awkward.

“hello, my name is y/n.”

 you also waved at them.

“isn’t it the one girl, whom yuta hyung was talking-”

“mark shut up or i’ll kill you.” taeyong shut his mouth by his hand. “sorry. mark is really socially awkward, and he got our words twisted. we all are happy to meet you y/n.”

 you just nodded awkwardly. they were so extra, and so fun it was overwhelming to you. they were actually funny. 

“ah no problem.” you laughed. “i’m also glad i get to meet you.”

“don’t mind them.” yuta pinched mark’s arm. “i think we’ll be get going for now.”

“sure, sure!” you hurried. “i’m going to find my sister. have fun y’all!”

 you didn’t even wait until their response, you just vanished from them, because it would be too awkward if you’d stay with them any minute later. your sister was already in the front, and you couldn’t reach her, because of crowd.

  at the same time yuta was about to hit anyone.

“what the fuck was it?” he was looking at them, when they were laughing at their friend. “she is this girl, but you don’t have to say it out loud, mark.”

“sorry dude.” he touched back of his neck slightly. “she seems shy tho.”

“well, whou wouldn’t if bunch of guys would act like that around her?” taeyong said with smirk. “hope she doesn’t think about us as freaks.”

“right now, i bet she does.”

“you should ask her if she would like to go with us, or with you.” johnny said while paying for his bear. “she seems really nice, even tho she may be shy. i bet you would spend nice time together.” every guy nodded, as symbol of agreement with their friend. “why didn’t you? i got it, that sakura is bitch, but not every girl is like that.”

 young japanese guy could only stare at his friend. he was damn right, but he couldn’t just go around with other girl just this fast. way too fast for him. his friend didn’t get it, besides doyoung, who was always the one who supports his friend no matter what.

“if he wanted, he would.” doyoung smiled. “you don’t have to date her, dork. being friends isn’t crime after all.” doyoung added, while holding high his bts lightstick.

“doesn’t matter.”

   at the end it did matter. few days passed, and yuta met you again, then again, and again. his friends were just begging him to ask you out. even doyoung give in. yuta seems unbothered by it, until he was sure you had mini crush on him. so much time passed, and finally after few weeks, and few fights, yuta was waiting at your favourtie coffee, and with shaky hands he did that. indeed, he asked you out.

     present

   four hours of taking exam, and you were done. stress get rid of itself, and you were much more relaxed than last few days. everyone were talking about exams, and how they are relived they are done for now. also, people who you have studied with, were really happy, because as soon as they crossed door, they would see their friend, family members or partners. class made of about one hundread people. so many people, but still their close friend were there with them when they were ending. it’s seems like you were the one, who has no one waiting for you. even tho, you knew he woudldn’t appear, you checked your phone to see if you had any texts, and you had. few of them were from relatives, one from sister, few from close friends, and rest of it were from friends of your boyfriend. they all texted you, whole eight people besides one.. yuta. 

  yuta didn’t even put effort in sending you simple text wishing good luck. nothing. you could felt how your heart hurt, because of disapointment. it was obvious he wouldn’t care, but while you face it, that’s hard.

 “y/n!” someone called your name. “here! we’re here!”

 as you looked to the side, it was jaehyun with johnny and haechan. guys were holding flowers, and some poster with- y/n fighting! future journalist! 

“i didn’t expect you would show up.”

  this seven words was enough for them to understand, and feel ache in their hearts. they didn’t show it, but they knew what you meant. yuta promised them just few hours ago, he would show up for your finals in the morning, but as soons as jaehyun checked he wasn’t nowhere near. they all texted him, but his phone was off. they knew he isn’t going to show up. 

 being in relationship with yuta felt like you have dated all his friends instead. first weeks of your relationship was good, no red flags or toxicity. but with time yuta showed his colours. he has hard time with expressing his feelings or treating you right. of course, he tried to take you out on dates, but it all felt forced to you. yuta was also type of person, who wouldn’t show up to events, and and wouldn’t warn anyone. his friends knew what was going on with yuta, so they took resposibility for it. at the end, it’s them who pushed yuta into dating you.

  every small event, and he would show up once or twice. birthday of your sister? doyoung was ready to buy gift with you, and give it to her. exams in school? taeil was ready to help. valentines? yuta didn’t take you on date? it’s fine, jaehyun has birthday, and would spend this day with you, and his friends. you had breakdown? taeyon was ready with snacks. someone messed with you? johnny with jaehyun, and haechan can fight.

 it’s like open relationship. you even felt you know them better than your boyfriend.

“we would never miss that.” haechan smiled. “congratulations! you are free for now.”

“thank you.” single tear appear in corner of your eyes. “did yuta say something or..”

“he had some problems at work.” johnny responds quickly. “he is sad, he couldn’t be here with you, but we’re here instead.”

“i’m hungry.”

 you didn’t try to push topic of your boyfriend again, just to miss awkwardness that comes along this topic. it’s good to just shut up, and not mentioning it anymore. 

“by the way, do you know sakura yamatozaki?” you asked while eating noodles, and jaehyun choked on his food, while haechan and johnny almost choke on their drinks. “what?”

“no, of course not.” jaehyun was quick to answer. “why you even asking.”

“she was asking about me, my classmates few days ago. i don’t even know her.” you shrugged. “i guess i’ll just find her, and i don’t know, talk? maybe it’s important.”

“i don’t think so. what if she is some creep?”

“they’re right. ignore her. i meank, i heard this name before, wait i know.” johnny said with sad face, and boys with you were confused. “i guess my friend sehun mentioned her. she was stalking him, and his friends including girlfriend. she is creep y/n.”

“oh.” you felt chills. “glad you told me. damn. she is weirdo.”

“indeed she is. just stay away from her, please. i don’t want you to get hurt or something.” haechan said along with smile. “nevermind. let’s just eat, and go. i have to upgrade my level.”

 when you were out eating with friends of your boyfriend, yuta was at home alone. he was watching some drama taeil recommended to him a week ago. he was out watching since 7 am, and it was around 2pm when he decided to take a break, and check his phone and shit. when he understood what he did, he almost dropped his phone, and have heart attack. he was supposed to be with you at finals. supporting you, but he never showed up. he went for wallet, and to change his clothes, while texting you.

 boys were already at home, while you were at your sister place. jaehyun, haechan and johnny couldn’t get themselfs together, because of information of sakura. they had no clue why would she look for you, but they knew one thing — she can’t meet you.

“what does this bitch want from her?” jaehyun said. “i told you year ago, that is she would get run by car, nothing would happen. she deserved it, but no. she has life with yoongi, and now she is looking for his ex’s girlfriend. but why for her?”

“i bet she would like to know her or something. for sure she doesn’t have any good intentions towards y/n.” johnny hissed at his own words. “let’s just tell yuta, and i am sure he would handle this situation perfectly.”

“he barealy care for his own girlfriend, and i’m worried he would leave for sakura. what if she is no longer dating yoongi, and wants yuta back?” haechan looked from his ps4, and checked other guys reaction. “just think about it. what if sakura is single, and she just say few words to yuta, and then he would be hills over her.”

“i don’t think he would treat y/n like that after all.”

“well, we don’t know. he is unpredictable.”

“as hell.”

  notifications were popping out on your screen one by one, but you didn’t even look at them because you knew damn well who was it. to be fair, it could be the first time you really were angry and hurt by your boyfriend actions. never have you tried to scream at him or whatever, but for now you don’t want to see his dumb ass. 

“can you just turn off your damn phone?” minseo said while looking at her computer. “y/n please, i am working right now.”

“jesus christ, okay.”

“it’s yuta right?” you nodded. “why are you still with him? don’t you feel like you’re dating his friends instead.”

“yes i know. at least his friends treat me right. they’re like eight annoying brothers to me.” you smiled. “i have no idea why am i still with him, i guess i just love him too much to just let go so easily.”

“yuta guy is so weird to me.” she wasn’t looking at you, but still doing something on her laptop. “he doesn’t care about you at all, and you still are with him even tho he has so many red flags, and flaws.”

“no one is perfect, and when you’re in love you just don’t see this flaws as much problem, but rather thing you can work on.”

“that’s so dumb.”

“what are we even talking about?” you smirked. “you have never been in love, and you can’t understand that.”

“but it’s so obvious y/n. he doesn’t even love you.” she rolled her eyes, and your heart stopped a beat. “you’re so blind to see it.”

“what the fuck minseo? you don’t know him at the slightest.”

“i don’t have to just to know he doesn’t love you. you’re just filling space in his life.”

“minseo, just shut up-”

“but y/n, it’s only truth. you’re dumb girl, who is dating some hot guy with red flags. just it. i really try to be nice, but don’t you think he would never look at girl like you seriously? i mean, he is really hot, and you are just..” she tried to find words. “you?”

  this day couldn’t be any worse for you.

“what the fuck you’re talking about? do you suggest me i’m not his type?”

“i guess. guys like him date girls who are models not normal people y/n.”

“how can you even tell me this? i got here to tell you my worries, and you just insluting me, and shit.  why can’t you support me, and always just fed me up with bullshit. you always lower my self esteem, and i am done. oh god, i hate y’all.” you get dressed. “don’t fuckin talk to me. ever. think before you say something.”

“y/n but it’s true. look at you. look in the mirror, you’re less than average and i’m sure that’s the reason he is asshole to you.” she screamed. “get out.”

  minseo always was rude to you, but this time it hurts ten times more than before. you really tried to not think like yuta doesn’t love you. trust. you trusted him, because when he was with you, he was good to you, and showed you love. at the top of that it’s raining now. 

  there is no bus stop or something. time has passed, and you could hear your name.

“y/n the fuck. please, stop!” you did. “i am so fuckin sorry, i know i have fucked up real bad, and you are mad, but i-” he stopped as soon as he noticed tears in your eyes. “y/n, why are you crying?”

“i don’t know today is just fucked up. i am so done with everything.” you didn’t even look at your boyfriend even tho he was staring at you. “i am disapointed in few people just it. nothing really serious.”

“y/n i am so sorry. i know it’s not enough to make it up, but i am truly sorry. i want to do something good, and i am willing to do anything you’d like to do. i can cook or we can go eat or-”

“i am not hungry yuta.”

“then maybe little spa at mines?”

“no, thank you.”

“y/n please can we talk like adults?”

“yuta i don’t want to talk. it’s not the first time and you know it so well. i feel like i am dating your friends not you. i wish you could care for me just more, and wouldn’t treat me as an object or something.”

“it’s not like that-”

“then how it is? you’re just ignoring me most of the time, and i truly believe you love me even a little bit, but it’s getting hard to think that way.”

 yuta knew exactly what you meant, and it was gettin on his nerves. he wanted to be better boyfriend, but he can’t.

“i know were you coming from, but it’s wat more complicated than it seems and it’s really not conversation for today.”

“sure, just whatever.”

 few day passed and you still have no idea why your situation with yuta is way more complicated than it’s looks like. 

 at the other hand, yuta visited sakura because boys told him about her. she just wanted to get to know you more to know a few things about you. meeting her was harder than yuta tought. she was with her child, because yoongi was at work. she changed a little bit, she still was pretty, but she looked way more tired than usually. pain he felt during whole meeting was just cruel, and after meeting sakura he learnt few things.

  after learning this few things he still couldn’t face you. just getting cheated on makes you even more sensitive to people than normaly, and he couldn’t help but close himself even more. he has feelings for you, he did but not that strong for now to make you his lover. he was thinking that it wasn’t right time. his feelings didn’t feel like love for now. there is no love in this man.

“i did leave my heart open, but today it’s still empty. i can’t do anything about it jaehyun.” yuta was looking down. “i don’t know how to telll y/n. it’s not like i don’t want her in my life, but i think i need some time for myself and i am not sure if she would like to wait for me.”

“are you for real yuta? oh my fuckin god, oh god.” jaehyun had to held his head. “no way, you can’t be real right now. please tell me it’s a joke.”

“jaehyun i wish i was joking. i can’t taking advantage of her no more, i can’t be with her if i don’t love her fully. it’s just so fucked up. i knew i shouldn’t get in it so quick.”

“man you’ve been waiting three months before you started dating her!”

“three months too fast! i want her to be happy, and she will never be by my side, because my life isn’t put up together.”

“you’re fuckin adult, and you don’t have your life together? please, yuta. we were doing everything we could to make her happy, and to fill gaps you left. we did our best. it was your fuckin girlfriend, and you managed to just fucks it up.”

“i..” yuta just couldn’t find words. “fuck. i just need time.”

“you know i always got your back no matter what. “ yuta nodded. “i always did, but not this time. it’s just too much for me or us. i bet no one will be at your side this time. you played girl you want to date or what? maybe you don’t want to date her at all.”

“i do, but not right now. i have to find love in myself, before i will love anyone else.”

“i wonder where were your physolophical toughts just few months ago.”

 you were standing next to door with smile dropped dead. whole conversation you just  heard made you sick in the stomach. your rude sister was right, yuta could never love you, and you have been living in a lie past few months.

“i wish you would let me know at the beginning. before i had chance to fall in love you, not after.”

 both boys turned their heads in your direction.

“y/n let me explain-”

“yuta shut up, i won’t wait. i’ve been waiting for past half an year. it’s even too much time to made up your mind.”

“no, don’t do it like that. i still like you, and-”

“there is no and. we are past now, as you wanted. take your time to fill up your empty heart yuta. i hope you will find someone who will fill your hole.”

“y/n you’re supposed to be this someone. let’s talk, and i don’t know, figure it out.”

 black haired yuta was looking at you with sad eyes, while jaehyun could only shakes his head.

“i have never been supposed to be this person.” you turned around with small tear going down your eye. “jaehyun can you drive me to my place?”

 jaehyun glanced at his friend, and just grabed his keys and left with you. sight of you leaving with jaehyun was enough to know it was over for yuta,k and you. chapter of story of your lives ends here. 

 yuta left his heart open, but it’s stays here empty for days.

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Void

pairing: Jungkook x Taehyung genre: Established relationship, Angst word count: 2.5k words

summary: "Have you ever thought of anyone other than yourself?”

a/n: this is a short fic inspired by Happier Than Ever (ASTN cover) warnings: brief mention of intrusive thoughts / attempt, panic attack, gaslighting, and hint of toxic relationship

“‘Cause I’d never treat me this shitty, you made me hate this city.”

‘Please, please. One reply, so that I know you’re safe.’

Jungkook doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at his phone. All he knows is it’s been weeks since Taehyung left without a trace. It’s his fault why he left. He knows it is. He was an asshole. A manipulative, egocentric asshole who didn’t realize his mistakes until it was too late. Now, the love of his life is nowhere to be found.

He’s been cooped up in his and Taehyung’s room ever since Taehyung disappeared. He can hear his hyungs’ footsteps outside of the room, talking amongst themselves, begging him to come out, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He thought he deserved to be at least punished for the shitty things he did.

“Kook? Hey, come on. You wouldn’t find Taehyung this way,” Jin says while leaning against the bedroom door, hoping that Jungkook would listen for once.

Jungkook dryly chuckles, “You can’t find someone who doesn’t want to be found, hyung.”

Jin sighs. He looks at the others behind him and shakes his head. They all drag themselves to the living room, looking dejected.

“Has anyone heard from him yet?” Namjoon asks. The others shake their heads.

“I tried calling and texting, but he doesn’t answer. I don’t even know if he reads them,” Jimin whispers, already on the verge of tears.

“Has anyone tried asking his pa—”

Hoseok was cut off by the sound of a door opening and saw Jungkook standing outside of the room with bags under his eyes, looking like absolute shit.

“Hyungs,” Jungkook mumbles, eyes glistening from unshed tears, “I know one of you knows where he is, please,” he begs.

“Jin hyung? Hobi hyung? Jiminie?” He looks at them one by one, pleading with his eyes. He slid down to the floor when none of them answered.

Jungkook lets out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault he left. Now, he’s not talking to you guys either.”

Yoongi heaves a deep sigh, having enough of seeing Jungkook like that.

“You never heard it from me, all right?”

Everyone snapped their heads toward Yoongi, looking at him in disbelief.

“You… You knew all this time?” Jungkook says, feeling betrayed.

“Yoongi… Why?” Jin asks.

Jungkook grabs Yoongi by the collar and shouts, “You knew all this time, and yet, you let me suffer like this?”

Yoongi furrows his eyebrows, “Have you ever thought of anyone other than yourself?” He calmly says.

“W-What?” Jungkook lets go of Yoongi and backs away.

“Are you really this selfish?” Yoongi angrily says.

“I’m not—”

“Have you ever thought that maybe this is what he needs? To be away from you?” Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, frustrated with Jungkook’s behavior, “You think he left just to hurt you? To make you suffer? You think he did this out of revenge?”

“No, but I—”

“Taehyung left because you hurt him. He left because you made him suffer. You invalidated his feelings. You tried to manipulate every fucking situation that doesn’t go your way. He got tired of putting up with all the hurtful shit you do and say to him. He got tired of you telling him how to feel. He got tired of waiting for you to come home in the middle of the night, only to be drunk out of your ass and ignore him in every possible way. He got tired of always putting you first. You made him feel worthless that he almost tried killing himself!” Yoongi exclaims.

“That still didn’t give you the right to keep this to yourself! You have no right to meddle in our relationship!” Jungkook shouts.

“Guys, stop, please,” Namjoon tries to calm them both down.

Yoongi walks closer to Jungkook, glaring at him, “Don’t tell me shit like that. You’re not the one who sees him cry every single night. You’re not the one he calls for help whenever he’s on the verge of giving up. Where were you when he had his panic attacks? Nowhere. Because most of the time, it’s because of you,” he points at Jungkook’s chest. 

“Have you even said sorry at least? Just once, and meant it. Have you? Have you ever asked him how he felt? Have you ever looked at him, like really look at him? Because one simple look will show that he’s not fucking fine. You’re too invested in yourself that you can’t even notice that.”

Jungkook looks at Yoongi with wide eyes, tears slowly streaming down his face, “I…”

“Yoongi, please,” Jin whispers, “this won’t fix anything. Fighting him won’t fix anything.”

“I’m not…” Yoongi sighs, “I’m not fighting him. I’m telling him everything he needs to know, so he can realize how fucked up this whole situation is.”

“I… I know, okay?” Jungkook’s voice cracks, “I know I fucked up. I know that now. Please, hyung. Tell me where he is so I can make this right,” he cries.

“I made a promise, Jungkook. I don’t want him to suffer anymore.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook got down on both knees, pleading with Yoongi, “I just want to talk to him. I want him to know that I regret everything, that I realize my mistakes now and I’m ready to own up to them. I just… want to know if he’s safe.”

Yoongi takes a deep breath, “He’s staying at my friend’s house in Daegu.”

Jungkook has never stood up that fast in his entire life. He hugs Yoongi and grabs his keys, “Thank you, hyung. Thank you.”

He was about to leave when he heard Yoongi speak, “Hey. I’ll text you the address. Fix this, all right?”

Jungkook nods and gives them a small smile before he dashed to his car.

‘I’m coming, baby. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…’ He kept apologizing in his head, trying to think of everything he should say to Taehyung to make him forgive Jungkook. It was a long shot but he’s ready to do everything in his power to make this right. He can’t lose him like this. He won’t let it happen.

Hours later, Jungkook finds himself in front of a small house in the middle of nowhere. There’s rice fields everywhere and about two or three houses in sight. He’s nervous. Of course, he is. He doesn’t know how Taehyung will react once he sees him. He feels like his heart’s going to beat out of his chest from all the anxiety he’s feeling.

‘Okay, let’s do this.’

He knocks on the door twice. Silence. 

He knocks again.

“Tae?” Jungkook calls out, “baby, I’m here. Please, open up.”

He tries to peek in through the windows, but it seems like no one was home. He’ll just have to wait until—

“How did you find me?”

Jungkook spins around and sees Taehyung standing still, carrying some groceries. He almost cried then and there while observing Taehyung’s appearance. He looks tired. He has bags under his eyes, he looks pale, and he lost a lot of weight. The eyes that once looked at him with so much love and adoration before have now become dull and full of hatred.

‘Have I really been this clueless?’ Jungkook thought.

“Tae.”

“How did you find me, Jungkook?” Taehyung asks, his face void of any emotions.

“It doesn’t matter but hear me out. I just wanna say I’m—”

This is the part where he apologizes. 

One empty word from him, and Taehyung’s world starts spinning around him again.

“You’re what? Sorry? Again? For the nth time?” There was little to no care in Taehyung's voice as the words came out. The usual warmth that wrapped around his words was long gone now – Taehyung is far long gone and part of Jungkook knows this.

Jungkook had already apologized for a lot of things, of course, without sincerity. It would usually be over mundane things like forgetting to get the trash out, washing the dishes, and picking up after himself. Not once did he ever apologize for all the hurt he had caused Taehyung; for all the times he missed the monumental parts in Taehyung’s life, whether it may be his college graduation or his promotion at work, not even when Taehyung found out his estranged father he was once close with died due to the pandemic.

Jungkook wasn’t there with him, and he never apologized for it. Instead, he blamed Taehyung for being so mentally absent and lacking the usual care from him. Out of all the problems Taehyung had to weigh on his own, Jungkook never helped him to lift it off. It also circles back to him. It always has to be about him.

“If this is another apology, I don’t wanna hear it,” Taehyung stands stoically, tiredness very evident in the bags under his eyes. 

Jungkook freezes in his spot, unable to think of anything coherent to say. He wants to open his mouth, but he knows no words would come out. An unsettling feeling sat in the pits of his stomach, forming a black hole of emptiness, knowing that Taehyung is exhausted from all the empty apologies he had said.  

He can only think of one thing to say.

“I love you, Tae,” the words stuck on Jungkook’s throat, choking him. 

“If you ran away to spite me then—”

The next part? He blames Taehyung after the heartfelt apology.

“Spite you?” Taehyung bitterly chuckles. 

Poking his tongue in his cheek, he narrows his gaze on Jungkook, “If you really meant all the things you were sorry for, then you should’ve worked on it proactively instead of putting all the blame on me.”

Jungkook’s brows furrow, “I told you I’m trying. I am fucking trying.”

“But I never see you try, Jungkook.” 

This doesn’t seem to be the answer Jungkook was hoping to hear with the way his frown deepens.

“I waited for change and I kept forgiving you. All I’ve ever done for the rest of our relationship was wait and make up excuses on your behalf until I…”

“You what?” 

Taehyung remains silent briefly, making Jungkook even more anxious.

“Until you what, Tae?”

“...until one day, I felt nothing. Nothing for you, nothing for us.” 

Normally, Taehyung would be shedding tears by now, but this time he doesn’t. 

“You tell me you love me and how I’m the luckiest person in the world to have you, but why do I feel like it isn’t like that?” Jungkook thought he saw a flash of hurt in Taehyung’s eyes for a brief moment, but Taehyung held his ground.

“You could’ve told me that’s how you felt all along instead of running away from me,” Jungkook’s jaw clenches.

Followed by the part of more blaming until one of them finally caves in.

“You always had an excuse for everything, Jungkook. Whenever I feel bad, it doesn’t matter who owns up for the mistake because it will always be me who’s at fault. Not you,” Jungkook’s gaze flickers as Taehyung’s words draw a pang in his chest.

“I always begged for you. I always sought your validation, for your forgiveness,  hoping that maybe someday – just maybe – you’d see me as an equal. As your actual partner. But no,” Taehyung’s lips form a small, sad smile as he looks down.

“I realized I’d be wasting the rest of my life waiting for you to love me the way I love you; you’ll never do that and that’s okay. Really.” 

‘We can’t end like this.’

Jungkook could lie his way out and win Taehyung back. One excuse on top of another lie, and not once did he admit his narcissism and selfishness. Now that Taehyung is suddenly reminded of everything, he asks himself: Was it so hard for him to break things off with Jungkook to save his sanity? Or was it hard for him because he had grown codependent with him?

He could stay for five more minutes listening to another sob story Jungkook pulls out of his ass, but this time he’ll never believe it. 

Sighing deeply, Jungkook’s doe eyes start to well up with tears he never knew were there, “Is there any way I could fix this? I promise I’ll be better next time.”

Taehyung raises his brow, his eyes boring into Jungkook, “You had all these years to fix every crack in our relationship but you never did. What makes it different this time?”

‘I don’t even fucking know.’ 

Taehyung could see how Jungkook is inevitably failing to think of another affectionate alibi to win him back.

Giving it one last shot, Jungkook lifts his head and looks at Taehyung with sincerity. He comes closer and hugs him but Taehyung never extends his arms nor does he reciprocate the contact. 

“We could try to rekindle our relationship, you know, like going out on dates like we used to and things like that,” Jungkook suggests, convincing Taehyung as hard as he can.

It’s funny how it felt right to be held by him. Like their bodies molded together perfectly. Jungkook’s touch was familiar, and if Taehyung hadn’t known any better by now, he’d probably think he belongs in his tight embrace. 

Taehyung smiles pitifully, “It doesn’t work out that way. Not anymore.”

‘Don’t leave me. Please.’

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I did with you, Taehyung, don’t do this,” Jungkook raises his head, arms still around Taehyung as he looks at him, eyes pleading. If there’s anything people should know about him, it’s that Jeon Jungkook never begs.

Taehyung musters every power left in him to push Jungkook away, “You were in love with the idea of me in your head. The Taehyung who always said yes to everything you said, the Taehyung who tried to be okay because you never cared to listen to anything I had to say, the Taehyung who became your emotional punching bag. I… I can’t keep living that version of myself anymore.”  

‘That’s not true. I love you as you are.’

Jungkook feels smaller by the minute, but he still tries to power through.

“Tae, you can’t be serious. You can’t just throw away the years we spent together.” 

“But I don’t love you anymore, Jungkook.” 

And that shattered him. Hearing Taehyung say the words he dreaded to hear. Seeing how Taehyung is no longer his, how it’s over for the wonderful chapter he thought they both wrote. It turns out it was only Jungkook who was happy because everything was according to his terms of what a happy relationship was like.

“Why can’t you just give us one last try before we call it quits?”

Like always, when he takes him back again, it’ll be another suffocating cycle that Taehyung will choke on. The cycle of solitude will repeat as long as he stays because there’s no way Taehyung could say no to Jungkook.

But this is the last time.

Giving him an empty smile, Taehyung backs farther away from Jungkook, “I’m done begging for love, Jungkook. I’m done begging for you."