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[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the Fox

Chapter 26 of 30

1860 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

Other than a few more patches of turbulence, and some very distracting heavy petting, you make it through your first flight relatively unscathed. Being in first class allows you to disembark quickly and make it through immigration before the majority even have a chance to join the queue. At baggage Yoongi and Hobi grab a cart and usher the rest of you out of the door. Namjoon looks uncomfortable at the thought of not helping with the bags but Jungkook clinging to his arm doesn't really allow him to be of much use anyway.

A private transfer is waiting for you all outside and you pile into the very back with Namjoon and Jungkook. Jungkook's leg bounces with anticipation, you can't help reaching out to hold him still. He looks up at you sheepishly, smiling shyly. Now it's finally down to just the pack he is starting to calm down, it seems mostly just his excitement for the vacation is left. 

Namjoon on the other hand seems to be becoming more and more anxious the longer the trip goes on, a problem you don't think is going to resolve itself anytime soon. 

Everyone else seems to be more than ready to get to the beach. Jimin and Taehyung are talking excitedly over Jin about what they want to do when they get to the villa. The doctor looks between the two of them with mild fascination on his face, like he is conducting research more than actively taking part in a conversation. And you can hear Yoongi's laughter before you see him and Hobi come around the corner.

It looks like Hoseok had offered to push the cart by himself, only for the cart to be a little wonky. It turns and runs away from him frequently, leaving Hobi to look more than a little panicked each time. Yoongi just giggles and lets it happen, making you think that perhaps he had offered more assistance before.

Eventually, he does manage to straighten the course long enough to get the cart close to the van, giving up about 10 feet out. Namjoon clambers out of the back and rushes over to help with the luggage. No one misses the glare he gives Yoongi.

"Oh loosen up Joonie." The Jackal sighs, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Namjoon on his cheek.

The bear just grumbles under his breath and continues to haul bags from the cart and into the trunk. It's a tight fit but he manages to squish them all in through spite alone. Yoongi slides into the driver's seat, Namjoon taking the passenger side, leaving Hobi to squish into the back with you and Kookie. 

Jungkook slides a little closer to you to allow more room for the human and leans his head on your shoulder.

"You smell different." He comments, burying his nose into your neck.

"Probably just the aeroplane air." You shrug not really thinking about it.

But Jungkook persists, his nose pressing deeper into your skin. He sniffs along your jaw, down your neck, all the way to your collarbones. That's where he lingers the longest. His tongue flicks out as he reaches your cleavage and you push him away giggling, your cheeks all of a sudden rather warm. 

"It's Jin." He states, eyes fixed on yours.

"What's me?" The doctor says testing in his chair.

"The thing that smells different... Y/N reeks of Jin."

"Well, they did just sit next to each other for hours." Jimin points out.

"That's not it... If that was it then Hobi would stink of Taehyung and he doesn't..." Jungkook twists his head.

You and Jin make eye contact waiting to see what conclusion the Bunny draws, hoping he might just drop it. But of course, he doesn't, and now the whole van is paying attention, even Yoongi glances occasionally in the rearview, although the amusement in his eyes suggests he already knows why you smell so strongly of Jin. 

"We... cuddled." You supply 

"Just cuddled?" Hoseok raises his brow.

"Why does it matter?" Jin interrupts.

"I don't suppose it does... Although Taehyungie is looking rather put out." Hoseok laughs, although there is an air of jealousy in his own tone. 

The panda looks less than impressed for having been called out and turns away from the group, pouting to himself. Jimin takes pity and drops the topic, trying to distract Tae instead and Jin seems content to remove himself too. 

Jungkook seems to make it his mission for the remainder of the car ride to make you smell more like him, running his hands across your waist, and kissing all along your throat. Ever since he kissed you for the first time, it seemed like he couldn't get enough of touching you. It also seemed like he had become far more comfortable with Taehyung and Hoseok too, you had caught him lusting after the pair on more than one occasion, although he hadn't quite worked up the confidence to do anything about it yet. 

The villa you pull up outside of has you do a double take. It's breathtakingly stunning. The grounds are lush, green, and well-manicured. The pool is large, with a jacuzzi section and a slide. The patio is littered with lounge chairs, with a BBQ and bar in the corner. You could probably spend an hour out here just exploring.

But Jimin grabs your attention as he throws open the front door and gasps. 

You follow him along to see what the excitement is about. Taehyung grins to himself as he watches you all take in the humungous living space. The villa puts your humble cottage to shame. A cinema screen takes up the far wall with beanbags and blankets layout before it. The kitchen is to die for and you can already see the way it has garnered Yoongi's gaze. 

Jimin takes the stairs two at a time, dragging Jungkookie with him in a rush to pick their own rooms. 

"Hey! Wait for me," Taehyung yells as he runs after the pair. 

Jin spots a hallway off to the side and takes it as his opportunity to wander off, leaving you with Namjoon.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask.

"Talk about what?" He mumbles.

"Why your mood is so sour." 

He had the sense to look a little bit guilty about his attitude. It's hard to miss the way he has retreated in on himself. He avoids your eyes, pretending to take in the new surroundings. You take his hand and lead him away from the living room and out onto the back patio. 

The back is almost more stunning than the front. A wondrous flower garden with plenty of places to get lost in. Namjoon seems to get a little caught up in the new environment. He takes you along with him as he admires different flowers. You aren't sure if he is genuinely enamoured with the place, or if he is just trying to avoid talking to you about his real issues. 

Eventually, you come across a bench and pull him to sit down with you. You sit side by side for a little while, watching as a butterfly flits past. 

"I don't want to ruin everyone's vacation." Namjoon sighs eventually.

"Then don't." You shrug.

"I just can't help but feel like I'm not doing enough for everyone. I could never have afforded anything like this for them." He leans his elbows on his knees and places his face in his hands. 

You reach across his shoulders to comfort him and he leans slightly into the embrace.

"Do you really think anyone cares that you aren't the one who paid for this trip?" You ask him.

"I care." He growls

"Namjoon, you need to get over this. It was one thing when you were the only one catering to a pack of four... But there are so many more of us now, it's unreasonable for you to think you should be the only one contributing anymore." The bear huffs defeated, it's like he knows you're right but he just can't let go. You hear him sniffle and your heart breaks for him. You turn yourself more into him, holding him tighter. His hands come away from his face and he pulls you into his lap. His face buries into the crook of your neck and he holds you for a while. 

He holds you until you are both sticky with sweat from the heat. The air around you two becomes unbearably humid by the time he lets you go just a little. He pulls back to look in your eyes, and you reach up to push the sweaty hair away from his forehead. 

"I'm still the pack leader. I want to do more for all of you." He whines in a petulant voice you've never heard from him before

"You do plenty." You point out, smoothing his hair down even more.

You play with the short strands, curling them around in your fingers.

"You provide so well for your pack Joonie. You put a roof over our heads, food in our stomachs, love in our hearts... You could never do more for us."

He takes in your words, blinking slowly.

"When... when you say love in our hearts. Do you mean that as a collective... or as an individual?" He asks

It's only then you realise what you might've admitted to. 

You think about it for a moment and he waits patiently for your answer.

"I mean it as both." You confirm. 

You can practically feel the way his mood shifts, his scent changing from acrid smoke to comforting warmth. 

"Could you... could you say it as an individual?" His expression turns shy.

"I love everything you do for your pack Joonie. I love how you protect us. and... I think I'm in love with you, just a little bit..." You say, suddenly going shy yourself. 

"I think I'm in love with you too, and I don't think I am the only one." He responds. 

You lean forward into his embrace and he kisses you softly once, and then twice, and then the kisses don't stop until you are both out of breath and you are panting in his lap. The sweat is dripping down your temples, the air sticky and gross, but neither of you pulls away regardless of how hot the world seems.

"Y/N-ah? Joon? Are you out here?" Jin calls through the bushes.

"Over here," Namjoon calls back.

He leans his forehead against yours and waits for Jin to stumble across the pair of you.

"Well, don't you two look cosy." Jin comments smiling at the pair of you. "And you look like you're feeling a bit better." 

He reaches out and ruffles Namjoon's hair. 

"The others sent me to find you, they want to play some game in the pool and apparently we need teams of four." He says.

Jin holds out his hand and helps you off of Namjoon's lap. You cringe when you feel how clammy your palm is in his. Suddenly, you could think of nothing more refreshing than a dip in the pool.

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Masterlist

Send me asks - doesn’t have to be fic related. Can be smutty, thirsty, fluffy, angsty, whatever you’re feeling regarding BTS. Can be literally anything doesn’t have to be BTS

[pastelbatfandoms]

My Kpop MCU DR💖🌠

Inspired by the lore in their MV's.

Stray Kids-

They are still a Kpop group, Bang Chan is still the leader because he brought them together but Changbin manifested them in that reality.

Felix accidently shifted there, and is now "stuck." Has powers of his own, like the blue flames.

Felix has a sword similar to Renji from Bleach. It can reach long distances & unleashes a blue flame. (I had a dream about it)

Felix controls his powers through his pulse. Is unknowingly part angel/demon.

Everyone thinks he created Stray Kids but it was actually Changbin.

Changbin also has lightning & god like powers which he can use on other groups like Itzy.

Changbin knows about parallel universes & alternate realities. They all do now but Binnie is the one who scripted Twice, Itzy & NMIXX's powers.

Changbin also has energy manipulation.

Han has telekinesis.

Seungmin can freeze & turn back time but not change it.

Lee Know can time travel & go to other planets & universes.

Hyunjin can shape shift (only into other humans) & has super speed (like his speed mirage)

I.N. can duplicate & clone himself. Is an alien as is Han.

Only Bang Chan knows. Bang Chan is also a Werewolf.

Dr Strange has helped Felix control his powers but keeps an eye on Lee & Changbin because of what they can do.

They all can teleport

My other dr self Lilianne, Deadpool & Wolverine are fans.

They can transform into their respective animals...👇

Felix- Yellow Bird (as well as mythical ones) 🐦‍🔥

Changbin- Pig & Warthog 🐽🐗

Han- Beaver, Chipmunk & Squirrel 🐿️🦫

Hyunjin- Ferret & any rodent 🐹🐁

Lee- Rabbit & Cat 🐈‍⬛🐇🐅

I.N.- Fox 🦊

Bang Chan- Wolf 🐺

Seungmin- Dog 🐶🐕

TxT

Together by Tomorrow is also in this DR. All the boys have super agility & know martial arts.

They are also descendants of Fallen Angels.

Yeonjun, the leader, can leap large distances, has solar powers & demon horns (Which he uses glamour to hide) Yeonjun's power color is blue.

Beomgyu has super strength, as well as can grow spikes along his body. Knows magic, is able to see & communicate with spirits. His color is green.

Soobin knows pyromancy. Has demonic features like large pointed ears, connected to The Fae. His color is red.

Taehyun has ice powers & demon eyes. His color is purple.

Kai has wings & can fly. Is most connected to their angel/demon/fae lives. Kai's color is yellow.

All of them time travel & portal jump. Thanks to Beomgyu's spell book. (Given to him by Hecate & Cernunnos) Dr Strange is watching them all closely.

My DR Self

Another version of me in my MCU dr is Michiru. I also have the same one (without abilities & in different relationships) in my other Kpop drs so I won't be explaining my background here other than I'm in NMIXX (replacing Sullyoon) and aware I shift.

I am the "Tech Girl" (Similar to Daisy Johnson aka Quake) and like I.N., knows what is going on in that universe. Especially with the clones and androids.

I have an app that can control or stop them.

Friends with Itzy & Twice.

All of NMIXX can traverse realms & are aware of shifting.

Came from the same post apocalyptic world as Stray Kids, BTS, Twice & Ateez (But Ateez, despite being space pirates, did not shift to the MCU)

I can also see spirits & through realms. I use music to concentrate. I can also see through dimensions via electronics as if I was there.

I am in a relationship with Yeonjun & Bang Chan. (Possibly other members as well)

Polyamoures.

NMIXX are all two years older than in their cr.

My emoji 🦄

I have mini shifted a bunch of times and had a couple ungrounded shifts as well, that I will talk about in another post! Also one of my first full shifts!

[barbika1508]

SWEVEN (OT7 x Reader)

Part 5

Word Count: 8,6k

Genre: Romance, PWP but with some plot thrown here and there

Pairing: OT7 x Reader, Seokjin x Reader x Jimin

Warnings: Threesome, Oppa Kink, Female Oral Receiving, Fingering, Cock cage, Anal

Summary: Sweater-weather galore, entails fluffy pullovers, sweatshirt, comfy pants, maybe a nice gaming setup, a good game to play, potentially good company and to top it of maybe even a setup of LED lights illuminating the room.

Authors Note: Sweven – (n.) a vision seen in sleep; a dream Kimchi bokkeumbap – Kimchi fried rice ( Ao3 Version )

‘’You finally did it!’’

A wide grin of triumph raises upon my lips as I glance towards the blue haired dancer that walks into the room looking amazed at the screen. The LED light strips that Jin glued to the corners of his side of the room switch from a blue glow into a purple-ish pink one.

‘’And it only took a hundred of years to achieve!’’ I complain moving my head to the side to look at the oldest of my boyfriends on whose lap I’ve made myself comfortable. He remains relaxed against the carefully structured pillows that he stacked against the headboard before the game began.

He takes a hold of the controller in my hand’s attention still on the continuing game, the newly purchase TV across the room with a brand-new gaming console sitting on an already decorated TV stand. He continues to press the buttons of the controller playing the game for me.

‘’Hey, hey, hey.’’ He pips up moving the character on screen concentration alternating between the game and us ‘’Don’t exaggerate so much. I practically did half the work.’’ He makes his point grunting as the figure of spiderman on the screen keeps swinging, rushing after a car. I can only shake my head at his statement knowing full well I’ve completed the level he was stuck on for 2 days in 3 tries.

‘’Of course, you did hyung.’’ Jimin states chirpily with a faint smile having stopped at the foot of the bed as we all watch the short loading scene as it plays and shifts the character elsewhere. Looking at the dancer, he is dressed comfy in a white fluffy pullover, and fila black sweatpants, his hair unmade face void of makeup for once, glasses paired up with the look meaning he decided on taking an easy day at home. As he turns his head towards us, I offer him a smile patting the bed on my left side, while Jin distractedly mutters curses under his breath.

‘’Have you eaten?’’ I find myself asking as Jimin makes his way over without complaint, sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed sort of keeping a distance at the moment which does strike me as odd. He nods reserved but accepts my offered hand.

‘’Hoseok hyung ordered Kimchi bokkeumbap. I’m full.’’ He presents a gentle smile, eyes trained solemnly onto me, until Jin sort of bumps me forward.

‘’Are you kidding me?!’’ he groans in complaint ending up leaning onto me bending me in half. He lets go of the glowing controller of the PS5 which as mentioned before I’ve only recently convinced him to get and lets it rest bellow my joined knees while his hands fall limply onto my thighs ‘’That’s a foul, I did nothing wrong, this game is hacked.’’ The elder complains leaving me sort of immobilized in the position I am in, as he wallows in self-pity. Looking at Jimin he has a smile on his face still holding onto my hand, the amusement unmissable like the tension in his body that seems to remain even in the comfort and safety of being home.

‘’Ah yes I’m sure this must be a conspiracy against you babe, you’re too good of a player and this is all simply wrong.’’ I try agreeing with him, but the use of sarcasm is heavy in my tone Jimin’s hand going quickly up to cover his mouth.

‘’Thank you!!!’’ Seokjin yells unnecessarily loud but thankfully straightens up hands now gripping my thighs ‘’We should send a complaint about this mistreatment! You are my witnesses!!!’’ he proceeds to give a loud peck onto my cheek and pull me into him hands taking a hold of the controller as he starts another round, frustration lingering.

‘’Uh huh, any time babe.’’ I reply trying to fish out for my fallen phone that his sudden actions have caused me to drop in between my previous bent legs. Not being able to reach it as it’s more so stuck under Jin’s right calf, Jimin sets on the move and let’s go of my hand to reach for it.

‘’Jahhh Jimin-ah I’m going to kick yo…WAHHH did you see that?!’’ he points at the screen ending up ranting more so to himself. He lets himself fall onto his right side, supporting himself on his right elbow, keeping me in a sense caged in between his shifted legs.

‘’Thank you Jiminie!’’ I cheer accepting my phone not missing the awkwardness the dancer still seems to cling on to ‘’My hero, that was very brave.’’ I compliment him but start to shift away from the elder that doesn’t seem to mind, until I have straddled his left leg and have turned around in his lap.

‘’Where are you going?’’ he snaps his head to glare at me upset at first glance ‘’You are my lucky charm! You’ve said so yourself, so where…aiiiishhhhh see I lost.’’ Mid complaint he turns to the TV as the tune indicates his loss. I take my chance and climb up making quick progress of pushing Jimin down, so he sits still awkwardly on the edge of the bed, but gives me the opportunity to cage him in.

‘’If you win the next round, I’ll give you a super good luck kiss and sit in your lap again, okay? If not, I’m just going to have to keep cuddling Jiminie. Deal?’’

The prospect of my proposition has Jin exiting the newly started quest. He raises an eyebrow looking at the still tense Jimin, and then to me narrowing his eyes as if I’m the bad guy.

‘’Deal.’’ He states sitting upwards leaning in closer staring me down ‘’But I want an extra reward if I win the 1st spot.’’

Honestly by this point I’m not at all surprised by his stubbornness as he remains plainly glaring at me expectantly. I wrack my brain for a moment trying to recall if he whined and asked for anything specific this week – all I can muster is his sugar-coated request for a blowjob not even 2 days ago.

‘’Ah hyung don’t be so demanding of Noona. Your conditions are long enough.’’ Jimin speaks up, his hands holding onto me in a manner to prevent me from accidentally falling from the bed as my position is awkward one leg hanging over the bed, one barely dug into the very edge of the mattress near Jimin’s hip.

‘’The reward has you included Jimin-ah don’t say things you don’t mean.’’ Jin is quick to snap but in a hilarious and non-hostile manner as he switches his glare to the youngest of us three that stares back at him with wide eyes, leaving me completely at loss as of what he wants exactly.

So, sealing the deal I straighten my posture cupping Jin’s face and bring out lips together, biting into his bottom lip for good measure to tell him indirectly that I mean serious business. He is the one that lets out a whine in the end eyebrows furrowed as he stares at me, my hands still cupping his face. A flush is beginning to make itself present colouring his cheeks rosy which I’m able to see thanks to the bright lighting change of the room. Before I can comment on it, he’s pecking me once more, tongue cheekily running over my lips. Only after that does he start moving and wiggling from the bed legit standing onto his feet.

‘’Oppa…’’ I attempt to rise ready to tackle him down as he’s being extra. Before I get my chance, I watch dumbfounded as Jin rolls out his gaming chair away from his computer desk and pushes it over to the right end of the bed, facing the TV.

‘’1stplace! Be ready!’’ the elder points his finger at the two of us giving me a pointed look before his attention is fully committed onto the TV fingers working on mashing the buttons, as the character moves strategically forward from the start. Humming to myself I turn to Jimin, the position we’ve been for a while now having become extremely uncomfortable. Giving the younger an apologetic smile, he ends up chuckling with me as we finally shift around, settling on our sides with me resting my head against a stack of pillows while he to my surprise doesn’t watch Jin but ends up hugging me in return, face buried into my neck face glasses free as he removes them in the process.

I hold him tight and close, opting between scratching his back with my left hand, or running my fingers through his fluffy hair with my left hand. After 3 solid rounds of Jin coming up short he has retorted into complete silence, only the music playing through the speakers of the TV.

Judging by the stillness of the younger boy in my arms I assume he has fallen asleep. His unusual lack of cheerfulness is worrisome. But with all 7 of them I’ve learned when to wait for them to open up, that approach even if I loathe, I’ve realized benefits all.

‘’Noona?’’ I hum in reply surprised slightly that he is awake. I keep my eyes on the struggling Jin who dies as on que, and ends up throwing his hands in the air, rolling on his chair to give me an annoyed look. I immediately smile at him at how cute he is, even if his frustration is reaching its peak.

Given the lack of further questions I press a kiss to Jimin’s forehead and close my eyes for the moment being just taking in the calmness and good comfy vibes I’m in the midst of.

‘’Do you love me?’’

The question isn’t uncommon, just last night Jeongguk was teasing me with it trying to prove that I don’t love him as much as he loves me. Total nonsense but the kid of course won thanks to his persistence. And just last week Hoseok demanded to be declared the winner above all the boys, his love uncontainable and ever expanding. Silly boys.

But I know that this time it’s different. The question having a sort of make-or-break tone to it.

Without a slimmer of hesitation, I reply ‘’More than I love myself.’’

The chair does make a slight cracking sound, my eyes opening to see Seokjin staring at us, his eyebrow lifted as I met his gaze ‘’You are my whole world.’’ I whisper and lean backwards my left hand coming to cup Jimin’s face as he remains still head resting on the pillow ‘’Where is this coming from my prince?’’ I ask the nickname reserved only for him. He doesn’t look at me, keeping his eyes averted downwards, hands that are somewhere behind my back, fidgeting.

‘’You shouldn’t say that.’’ he ends up stating looking rather serious as his eyes finally find my own.

Not bating an eye, I meet his serious gaze spot on ‘’It’s the truth.’’

His face twists into one of disapproval while I contemplate his words, wondering what I’ve done to upset him. In the stillness of the room, I pick up on the lack of button pressing ‘’You promised to love yourself too Noona so don’t say that. The others are special you should love them…’’

‘’Ap ap ap ap ap.’’ I interrupt him immediately which could be deemed rude as I bring my hand upwards to cover his mouth stopping him his eyes widening but otherwise, he doesn’t indicate any discomfort ‘’I do love myself Jimin-ah. Frankly, I’m well aware that I am a straight up snack.’’ I state confidently ‘’Second of all, that doesn’t mean I can’t love you more than I do myself. Because I do. I can’t explain it, it’s not something I can scientifically prove or weight, but you are my whole world. If you won’t understand it then can you at least acknowledge it? Or trust my words without a doubt?’’

My mood sours, his thoughts anchored in tricky waters making me want to prove to him how much he means to me. I want to give him my all if it would make him happy. Faintly nodding I remove my hand from his lips letting my fingers brush over his chin a quiet ‘’Understood.’’ Following.

He attempts to avert his eyes ready to bury his face and hide away but it’s futile as I’m quicker having developed some sort of “insight” in regards of the boys. A tad bit too hard I go for it, slamming our lips together and steal his breath away – literally judging by the small gasp he lets out – as I demand his participation, my hand that went through his hair before lovingly now tightens, holding him in place. Given that he isn’t pushing me away or breaking apart it’s safe to say that he doesn’t mind the roughness the mewl that leaves his parted lips a strong indicator of what he’s feeling in the moment.

It’s not until I’m breathless and candidly a bit sweaty as I was warm before but this whole ordeal just heated up my blood, so I break the kiss taking him in not being able to see his flushed cheeks thanks to the changing lighting that colours the room into a light blue hue. He looks at me through half parted lids breathing rushed as is my own, time coming to a still.

He is such a gorgeous man he isn’t even aware of it most of the time. He has no inclination what effect he has on me, and this whole ordeal of insecurity for my lack of love against him? That is baffling it truly is.

His right-hand rests over the midst of my back, to hold me close as if I am going to run away. Dragging his free hand in the front albeit a bit awkwardly, I manoeuvre it and press it above my heart ‘’This belongs to you, I hope that you’re aware of that. All the responsibility of taking care of this is in your hands.’’

The startlement in his eyes is fucking melting my heart as we speak, the star like reflection from the lights draw magic in his irises. Lifting my head, I end up looking at Jin that has stopped playing the game all together and has a longing gaze as he watches us surprised when we lock eyes ‘’And you too!’’ I half shout pointing my finger at him ‘’You are both the loves of my life. Keepers of this sack of blood right here.’’ I end up grinning even before I end the sentence the groan of disgust unanimous from both boys.

Ending up laughing at the reference I’ve chosen, I raise my arm watching as Jin beginds moving, controller forgotten as he crawls back onto the bed going straight to enveloping Jimin into a tight hug, falling on the dancer’s other side.

‘’Ah you can’t just be profound and well-spoken and go and ruin the moment with something nasty like that!’’ Jimin complains hands rubbing over his face one deviating running quickly through his parted hair. The whole motion has me quirking my eyebrows smirking at the younger boy while Jin remains smiling hand reaching over fingers tapping the midst of my thigh.

‘’I thought it was fitting.’’ Jin states cheerfully ‘’Gross yes but I applaud you.’’ He offers me his hand the offering comical and bizarre but not unusual for Kim Seokjin. Laughing it off, I pull my hand away from Jimin and sit up shaking Jin’s hand firmly, Jimin’s tug on the hoodie I’m wearing nothing new his action endearing.

‘’You both are gross.’’ He complains half-assed-ly fingers still gripping the material.

‘’Gross in love maybe yeah.’’ I continue Jin’s nodding cuddling up to Jimin once I pull my hand back.

‘’Definitely that, not maybe. Be confident about it jagiya!’’ he cheers as I shift and sling my legs over Jimin’s the two remaining pliant and hugging one another.

‘’The point is to prove how massively, ginormous, whole universally big my love is for you, how much I love you. Giganteously, massively…I said that already, didn’t I? Enormous, o….’’

‘’Alright, alright, alright.’’ Jimin springs up, his hand this time catching my own wandering ones to stop my train of thoughts ‘’Message received loud and clear.’’ He turns to Jin who remains lying on his back comfortably smiling in amused ‘’Hyung you don’t have to encourage Noona all the time.’’ Jin ends up laughing at the statement drawing Jimin’s attention away to which I shake of his hands, placing my own over his shoulders, settling myself to straddle his right thigh properly.

‘’I’m glad you are the middleman Jimin-ah. First you took my side, now Oppa’s you are perfect and amazing!’’ I cheer and lean in to give him kisses all over his face.

‘’Uh huh. Middleman is the perfect description.’’ Jin hums shifting too, as Jimin’s both hands end up resting over my hips.

‘’Yahhh, you are taking it too literal ughaaaa…’’ the moan passing the dancer’s lips has my attention immediately as I lean back and watch as Jin has taken to kissing the left side of Jimin’s neck, his hands brushing over the inside of my thighs not paying attention to me but rather to Jimin’s body, as his hands have found their way underneath Jimin’s fluffy pullover.

I quirk an eyebrow in intrigue pulling my hands back sort of awkwardly resting them atop my thighs as I observe the two. With the bad vibes and odd feelings left behind Jimin has settled for running his hands over my covered legs, the leggings comfortable and thin enough enabling me to feel how warm his palms are. Just like Jin has done, his hands start sliding and lifting Namjoon’s yellow hoodie I’ve been wearing since the morning.

‘’H-hyung…’’ Jimin gasps as Jin bites onto his neck the action making me raise my hands in the gesture of being innocent as both boys look at me.

‘’As everyone present can see, I have not made any marks and will not be responsible for any future scolding’s that might proceed…’’ Jimin starts to giggle at my words throwing his head back against Jin shoulder while the older singer groans and readjust his position, long hands easily reaching both of my own as he pulls me closer forcing me to shift my knees and stance so I can straddle Jimin fully. I feel him underneath me…

‘’Oh wha…’’

‘’Jimin-ah kiss her.’’ Jin’s order makes my head snap up in question as if Jimin is going to blindly follow his directory. To my surprise the younger boy does, enthusiastically moving his mouth even though it takes me a second to catch up on the proceedings, Jin’s hands guiding my own under Jimin’s sweater who moans into the kiss.

‘’That’s it.’’ Jin coo’s both of us feeling as Jimin’s shudders, his tongue quick to swipe in between my lips, kiss turning demanding. Grabbing onto Jin’s hands preventing us from exploring further, I thrust my hips forward grinding myself against the dancer that breaks the kiss, the hardness I’m feeling underneath unfamiliar rising questions.

I stare at a very shy Jimin with wide eyes, scrambling backwards ‘’What did you do?’’ I ask breathless from wonder, forcing his legs apart in the process making him lie against the older who stares at me in question as he holds him back whilst I pull down Jimin’s sweats.

‘’N-no, it was supposed to be…’’ he pauses, as I untangle his legs from the material staring with a dry mouth as something that’s definitely not entirely his cock outlining the blue briefs, he chose to wear today that have me fumbling with the pants for a moment too long ‘’…a surprise.’’

‘’Oh my, my, my.’’ Jin coo’s intrigued one hand lifting the end of the sweater while the other goes straight for the cock cage that Jimin has put on. As I come to a still letting the pants fall on the floor, I look up at Jimin who has covered his face in embarrassment.

‘’Tell us Jimin-ah was this a surprise for your Noona?’’ Jin’s tone is dripping with sweetness, mischief written over his soft features as he stares at me with dark eyes ‘’Did you want to surprise her sweetheart?’’ his tone is fucking alluring having that edge where you would want him to call you honestly anything he wants to, where you want and constantly crave his praise.

And the kisses that he starts to press against Jimin’s cheek wherever he can reach are just the cheery on top. I watch as the younger faintly nods hands falling from his face, hovering in the air uncertainty as he nods looking at me with hooded eyes, trinkets of stars still sparkling in his irises.

‘’Such a lovely surprise, you have here baby.’’ I nod along Jin’s words sliding my hands up over Jimin’s smooth and muscular legs, starting over his ankles and leading my fingers upwards over his knees up his thighs as I settle between his spread legs.

‘’Can we get you more comfortable and take these off too, precious?’’ Jin asks toying with the elastic of the briefs stretching them from his body and then lets them snap back, the timid and delicate whimper the result of surprise ‘’Will you let Noona unwrap your present for her?’’

This time Jin looks straight at me, his look meaningful but commanding on its own. I’m not flustered easily, the other boys don’t really intimidate me that much anymore, I’ve taken it as fun and exciting to exploit their weak spots, turning them to pleasure and specially twist their perception on some things. But Jin…huh there is something sinister behind those innocent eyes.

‘’Please.’’ Jimin breathes quietly almost making me miss it how soft and small his voice has gotten.

‘’That’s a good boy.’’ Jin praises him pressing a kiss to the side of his head. Wasting no time, I gently as ever tug on the elastic band pulling the boxers downwards revealing more skin the cock cage absolutely glorious dipped in purple – something I’m sure Jeongguk persuaded him to get – his cock trapped in it already looking angry pink.

I open my mouth to say something once I drag the cloth past both ankles, but Jimin sits up by himself and reaches under the sweater pulling of a necklace with a key, looking at me all doe eyed and innocent when we all know he is far from it – obviously by the cage itself. He’s a little devil, isn’t he?

‘’Thank you lovely.’’ Leaning closer he eagerly engages into a kiss prolonging it keeping it timid to a degree, lips incredibly soft and gentle as they move with my own. Jin hum’s behind Jimin pressing kisses to the back of his exposed neck.

‘’You two are just the loveliest cuties I have ever laid my eyes on huh.’’ It’s not a question.

If I wasn’t distracted by Jimin’s luscious lips I’d already bring Jin a few notches down, his confidence tonight a key element in what’s about to transpire, I’m sure.

Jimin’s hands that were hovering in air before the kiss I’m sure initially he wanted to take his necklace off and hand it to me. Just to look a bit cool and maybe a little cheesy, I gently grasp his hands at first blindly grasping for them. Once I get a hold and touch the silver chain necklace knowing it’s big enough, I guide his hands along transferring the jewellery from his head over my own, midpoint breaking the kiss the distraction to much.

I smile gleefully as he glances up at what we are doing, eager to move my hair around and accommodate the necklace around my neck.

‘’You are always so nice baby. My goodness I wouldn’t know the difference between the sun and rain without you.’’ I coo imitating the way Jin is talking, loving the fluffy feeling building inside my chest at the cute expressions Jimin keeps making.

‘’Because without you, we’d only have rain.’’ Jin plays along, leaving Jimin’s skin finally alone his hands on the other hand fully taking advantage exploring under the dancer’s pullover, rising it under his armpits.

‘’Honestly baby.’’ I sigh trying my best to uphold eye contact with Jimin and not look at the way Jin’s fingers circle his perky nipples, the little noises leaving him sounding harmonious already to my ears ‘’You’ve no idea how happy you make us.’’

Crawling closer my hands drop to his hands that rest over my shoulders. Giving a kiss to the top of both of his hands I drop them over his flat and defined tummy, a six-pack making an appearance despite out constant reassurance that we love his tummy flat as it is.

‘’Now what are we going to do with you huh, prince?’’ I end up humming in question letting the blunt end of my black painted nails run down his skin with some force but not at all intent on marking his skin. He hisses as I reach the cock cage, curiously admiring it as I let my fingertips this time touch around and near the beginning of it, the little lock put on the underside something that makes now perfect sense as to why was he looking uncomfortable and tense.

It doesn’t explain his feelings of doubt but, it provides some answers to some questions.

‘’I-It hurts, Noona.’’ He mewls as I prod my fingers in curiosity tracing the ‘contraption’ not reaching much of his already leaking cock, that’s unable to stand up straight thanks to the curve of the whole thing. It’s sort of exhilarating to be so defenceless in a sense. And it leaves me a bit lost at first on how to tease him as usually with Jiminie edging is the way to go ‘’Ahahhhh Hyunggg…’’ he ends up whining due to Jin twisting his poor nipples firmly, the dancer’s whole body shaking as if to push the older man off.

‘’Now, now we all know you like what I’m doing, pretty prince, don’t start being dishonest.’’ The singer is quick to chid him, grasping Jimin’s chest as if he is a woman and has breasts, his hands looking nice fingers prettily resting on Jimin’s skin, tattoo peeking under Jin’s right wrist.

‘’I’m n-n…’’ the slap delivered from my own hands to his thighs has him yelping but thanks to Jin’s hold Jimin remains unmoving, a sob making an appearance as his star-twinkling eyes begin to fill with tears ‘’S-s-sorry, I’m s-sorry Oppa.’’

His apology and the way he addresses Jin has our boyfriend, press a kiss with a smile to the dancers cheek whispering a ‘’Good boy.’’ Before he straightens up his sharp eyes landing on me.

I’ve already grasped the end of Namjoon’s hoodie pulling it over my head, key getting caught in the process but easily managed as I make way of getting rid of the shirt underneath, leaving me in a bra and leggings that cover up my tummy still.

‘’I never get tired of this.’’ The singer states in a soft tone, his sentence a bit at random given the teasing manner bringing my attention back to both boys their eyes fixated on me, bringing a blush to hit my face as I’ve got my hands down my pants literally.

‘’What?’’ I ask ending up smiling trying to act confident as I slip from between Jimin’s legs to stand on my own two slightly shaky feet, getting rid of the leggings that hug my legs and butt nicely otherwise.

‘Nothing. Just admiring a pretty girl, rewarding us with her sheer beauty.’’ Again, with the change of tone, he pushes me into a coyer state which is baffling as I’m left only in my underwear.

‘’Ah yeah?’’ I end up smirking taking a step forward ‘’Is watching going to be all the reward you get?’’ I inquire standing next to the bed and Jin, Jimin silently watching us interact hands holding onto Jin’s still settled over his chest, while the singer looks at me amused ready to play.

‘’I am a sweet-tooth usually.’’ He begins pretending to think hard about it, eyes shameless as they run down my body, to which I cross my arms making sure my boobs look good.

‘’Hmmm that you are. You both are.’’ I send Jimin a wink ending up placing my right hand on the headboard near Jin’s shoulder bending forth taking my time as I begin closing the distance, his eyes darting to my lips a few times until I finally engaging him into a kiss.

Unlike Jimin’s previous hunger, Jin goes along with me following my lead as I drag my lips against his soft ones, making sure I let my teeth sink into his lower lip wanting to see what he’s going to do. Satisfied with his lack of hurry, and his continuing of the kiss as he brings me closer, right hand cupping my cheek to hold me in place, we continue kissing unhurriedly ignoring Jimin’s needy whines, hand finding my own the pulling and demanding of my attention expected.

Lack of air is what gets us to stop and break apart Jimin shifting more in Jin’s lap his grip pulling me backwards ‘’Yah Jimin-ah you don’t have to…wahh I’ll move on my…own…ah fuck!’’ I end up protesting at first the dancer always with surprising strength grabbing me and with security drags me over him, to which I end up sort of flipped over onto the middle of the bed, having him climb over me the glare he gives me signalling his frustration.

‘’My turn!’’ is what he ends up stating like a brat, arms caging me in on each side as he drops himself onto me, the cage fitting somewhat against my covered folds, as his lips find their way back to dance with my own. I manage to send a questioning look over to Jin who amusedly has sat up and is in the process of taking off his sweatshirt.

‘’So needy.’’ He comments swift to get rid of his pants. The bite to my lip has me yelping in surprise as I blink incredulously staring at an angry looking Jimin who rest on his elbows completely taking my attention.

‘’Pay attention to me Noona.’’ He pouts moving his hips pressing the metal against me, not necessarily in a good way ‘’I’m your prince remember?!’’ he grumbles ending up shuddering as a slap gets delivered to his bare ass.

‘’C c c Babyboy.’’ Jin tsks sounding disappointed, manhandling the smaller man to rest his torso over me, and arch his back to stick his ass in the air ‘’Sharing is caring is how the saying goes. And it applies especially in our relationship, doesn’t it?’’ he delivers another harsher smack to both of his ass cheeks making the dancer in my arms whimper as I wrap my arms around him ‘’And I know you know that my pretty so start acting like the good boy we all know you are.’’

Another two slaps get delivered to Jimin’s ass for sure colouring it into a pretty bright pink colour, I’m sure. For some reason I can’t find it in myself to defend my prince, ending up being completely enraptured by Jin and his whole demander – let alone turned on, holy fuck I’ve already ruined my panties from how wet I’ve gotten.

‘’O-Oppaaaaa.’’ Jimin cries out hiding his face into my collarbones, breath hitching as he is close to crying already.

‘’There, there pretty baby.’’ Seokjin consoles him by rubbing one hand gently over Jimin’s back whilst catching my gaze, one of his hands making a disappearance until I stiffen up at the lightest of his touches ‘’Ah what do we have here.’’ He wonders out loud looking extremely pleased as he doesn’t waste time in teasing or prolonging his touches, fingers diving right under the bottom part of my panties ‘’You got wet so fast, princess. You’re so precious.’’

I bite onto my lower lip preventing myself from blurring something dumb in return, as his fingers come in contact with my clit providing me with some form of relief.

‘’Gghhhhhodss…’’ I mumble head digging into the pillows, as the circling of his fingers starts churning my lower tummy, zips and zaps of pleasure waking up my body.

‘’I could just eat you right up, huh Jiminie don’t you agree?’’ Jin continues as Jimin, on his own lowers his head, delivering fleeting kisses upon my skin until he reaches my bra. Impatiently he pushes it over my boob’s not even bothering with trying to remove it like he usually does – he’s sort of offended that I wear one most of the time – mouth clamping around my left nipple. As if someone released a barrier something clicks in my mind, sound after sound beginning to raise from me, his teeth only dialling my voice higher as he cheekily bites my nipple. Gleefully he switches to the other, keeping eye contact hands, kneading both tits.

Jimin out of the blue cries out breaking me out of the haze I’ve fallen into. His hold tightens as he, pants sounds turning into wanton moans, my eyes rising above him and his bubbly ass, to Jin who has stopped touching me completely in favour of touching Jimin.

‘’I would like whole, solid replies when I ask a question my pretties.’’

Not even remotely taken aback I get this urge of wanting to turn Jin over and fuck him myself suddenly, his authority something that’s turning me on to no end but at the same time, he’s spurring a side of me to want to take things into my own hands. And yet I do neither as I watch how his fingers glisten once he pulls them out, only to thrust them back inside Jimin’s perky ass, his mewls indication that the older man knows exactly what he’s doing delivering everything the younger wants which is just an onslaught of touch given he’s deprived himself with the cock cage.

‘’You sing so well for us, prince.’’ Finding my voice, I compliment the younger that through teary eyes looks at me, lower lip trembling already.

‘’And sing he will, won’t you pretty.’’ Jin’s eager as he moves the dancer, dragging him lower ‘’Be a good boy and eat your Noona’s pussy, won’t you?! She’s our sweet reward, isn’t she? We should indulge in her as much as we can.’’ At the same time, poor Jimin is being made to arch his back again, Jin’s hands rivalling Jeongguk’s to some degree – Jeongguk is an absolute terror in my opinion when it comes to spanking - as he paints the poor boys ass red and pink spanking not even being a punishment anymore given our Jiminie has progress into liking it - a lot.

‘’Y-Y-Yes O-Oppa…’’ the dancer manages pushing my underwear away roughly. He sloppily ends up licking my lower lips, tongue barely making contact with my clit ending up crying out at a particularly harsh slap to his ass, Jin stopping all at once.

‘’You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.’’ Jin practically purrs, hand disappearing inside his boxers, tongue licking over his lips. I think I have the best seat in the house honestly, the view of the two mindboggling as they are sin incarnate.

Despite wanting to be touched and cum too or have a taste of anything I’m left speechless as I watch Jin sink into the dancer, both of them coming to a still, the room unusually going silent given the PS5 turned itself off with the TV screen sometime in our distraction. The lights changing add another element of my two good-looking boyfriends that just seem otherworldly to me, the warm and even cold tones befitting them endlessly.

My mouth falls open as Jin reaches with his hand, fingers grasping the back of Jimin’s pretty blue hair forcing his head down, burying his face into my pussy the action if it wasn’t for Jimin’s hands on my thighs, would have me scrambling away from the sheer surprise.

With the lack of distraction and a silent order being portrayed in Jin’s actions, Jimin’s tongue begins moving with more purpose, my body tensing thanks to it and the dancer’s persistence and skill of course. Before I know it, a moan makes its way past my lips, Jimin eager to continue moving his tongue, lips suddenly clamping around my clit as he sucks on it, delivering literally shocks of electricity to render my body in that tensed but jello state, mind scrambling on what’s happening and what to do.

As my legs rise and bend falling wide open, pussy spreading on its own he practically slurps the sounds sounding illegal as they begin filling out the silence of the room, my hands having found home in Jimin’s hair my brain not competent enough to think of anything else.

‘’Ah your pussy even sounds sweet, pretty.’’ Jin groans straightening up as he stares down at us looking pleased ‘’I bet our prince is giving you his all to make you cum. Aren’t rewards always sweeter in the end?!’’

I want to snort at the last part the whole sweetness thing a bit too much. But the rocking of Seokjin’s hips as he thrust forward, rocks Jimin into me the dancer sneakily thrusting one finger inside me in my moment of distraction.

All words fall forgotten moans and mewls beginning to be the only form of communication, from me and Jimin as he can never be quiet, which is something we all adore about him even now as his mouth is preoccupied, tongue flickering like there’s no tomorrow he’s sounds angelic.

‘’My pretty babies.’’ Jin breathes out as he establishes a by my standard’s soft rhythm, taking it rather easy given that a few moments ago he was ready to rush things along. I think we all were ready to progress much further.

‘’Ahhh Jim-m-minie…’’ I cry out the tingles beginning to get more intense his constant simulation unravelling me, demanding to be felt and be present at all times, as my blood thrums with need, the sound of skin hitting against skin and seeing them fuck just titillating.

A slap rings out in the room, Jimin ending up crying for the first time stopping all motions even as he’s two fingers deep inside me, them curling nicely but not moving anymore. The cry seems to spur Jin on, as he delivers another delicious and juicy hit to Jimin’s ass thrust speeding up.

‘’No, n-no, m-more don’t stop, I’m wanna…I’m gonna cum!’’ I cry in distress pushing Jimin’s head down this time getting him to work his magic but only for like 5 more seconds as Jin sets out a brutal pace fucking the dancer like there’s no tomorrow, making them both pant and the younger cry against me as he falls limp head resting against my hip, as his hands clamp around my thighs.

‘’Hyung, Jin hyung…Oppa, Oppa fuck, I’ll…a fuck, fuck fuck…’’ Jimin cries out desperately tears starting to drip onto my skin. With a half-present mind, I run my own fingers over my clit watching them unravel.

Jin is grinding his teeth together looking almost angry as he fucks Jimin with strong and smooth thrusts stare meeting my own, sending goosebumps to raise over my skin as I speed up beginning to feel the midpoint of my climax, ending up whining as I want and need more. Turning to Jimin doesn’t help as he’s gone, rendered into a boneless panting mess, whose clinging onto me for dear life crying out a jumble of our names, even as Jin manhandles him back up.

‘’Are you going to come untouched pretty boy?!’’ I coo cradling his head against my breasts tears continuously soaking my skin his body pliant in my hold. Hiccupping he faintly nods his head, ending up shouting a ‘’YES, I’M GOING TO CUM!’’ the slap he receives almost cruel. It doesn’t deter Jin as he seems to be chasing his own high, looking handsome as ever above us.

‘’Are you going to paint Noona’s pretty skin all white and sticky, my prince?!’’ Jin asks a bit breathless but drawing out a grin ‘’Gonna show us how well your present holds?’’

Reminded of the barrier and the reason why I’m not getting fucked right now I pout as I look up at Jin, his chuckle ringing out as Jimin’s cries mix in, the shaking of his body indicating he’s almost at the tipping point ‘’Ah that’s it my little desperate princeling. Show us how good you are for us.’’

Tightening my hold around Jimin’s shoulders and back, he ends up rambling jumbled up words again crying his heart out as he tips over the edge body beginning to shake unlike ever before, rivalling my own shakiness of my thighs sometimes when I cum.

‘’Ah fuck.’’ Jin curses sounding absolutely wild the light turning red kind of an odd coincidence, his grin wide and mirthful as he comes to a stop and lets Jimin slump into my arms ‘’That was close.’’ He states in a growly voice running one hand through his hair the action attractive as his hair sticks back thanks to sweat, revealing his forehead which always does things to me, my tummy churning with want and need.

I hum in question patting Jimin over his back in reassurance despite his own sweat, and the fact that his cum begins to drip down my thigh the cage digging into the inside of it. Given his lack of movement and laying on me unrestrained I can only imagine the intensity he just experienced – coming untouched is hell of a way to cum.

‘’Jiminie, I swear this was one of the best presents you could have picked to present to us.’’ Jin still high on adrenaline or euphoria cheers on, not stilling for a moment specially now as he catches his breath and regains some form of thought. Unbothered he moves Jimin with utmost ease to the side letting his upper body rest on me still.

‘’Hey, hold up a minute, we should take care of…AH JIN-AH!!!’’ My voice turns high pitched as the singer makes his way in between my legs, ripping the lace panties the material being on the weaker side in the first place.

‘’I can’t wait any longer, princess.’’ He admits lifting my hips and ass onto his thighs, cock without a problem entering me, the sudden pressure and intrusion making me clench up, fingers digging into Jimin’s back involuntarily bringing him back as he groans in protest ‘’Ahh fuck, I want you so bad.’’

His words leave me with a wobbly lower lip, his fingers beginning to circle my clit the rush of his actions understandable, as I’d in other circumstances like I’ve said before push him over and take what I want but right now my concern overpowers my own needs.

‘’Ahhhh O-O-Oppaaaaaa, j-just w-wait a moment, M-Minnie needs to…’’

My eyes dart right over to said Minnie as we sometimes call him finding him wide awake and okay, lips wrapped around my right nipple, puffy eyes still filled with stars, staring at my own.

‘’Ah baby…’’ Jin groans wantonly sounding unhinged throwing his head back, as he grasps my left leg rising it. Given I’m half the size of my boyfriends, the whole leg over the shoulder isn’t really possible but that never stopped any of the boys before. Jin rather holds my leg straightened thrusting like a man set on a mission, blessing me with his dark stare his presence godly dare I say it.

‘’You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.’’ He grinds out after every thrust, the onslaught of his touches, his greed and want for me rendering me into a whimpering mess, my hands nestled into the pillows above me. Jimin the tease he is progresses to leave bites over my tits. Impossible to hold any semblance of sanity together I just let them do as they want, my eyes falling closed as my body gradually tenses up the lava - as I’ll define it - that is churning now in my tummy is so intense I can see and sense stars dance all around me, my climax rendering me voiceless as I get crushed under the wave that is the orgasm that hits me them not stopping and continuing on their onslaught only rising the stakes higher, as I sincerely blank out for a solid moment ending up blinking my eyes open in confusion and staring at the led lights stuck behind the headboard a good few moments later.

Its rather quiet in the room, besides a very breathless Jin that has collapsed on my left side, his arms loosely wrapped around me while there’s vacancy on my right side. Void of thoughts and feeling fuzzy all over, still tingly in my tummy I turn my head downwards spotting the missing link as Jimin makes his way out from Jin’s and Yoongi’s private bathroom holding two handtowels.

He offers me a soft smile as he climbs onto the bed the purple cock cage still on him.

‘’Ah shit, baby.’’ I end up cursing immediately noticing the dryness of my mouth, as I move my arms rather sluggishly body still not on board with the whole brain feeling frizzy thing.

‘’It’s okay, Noona its actually fine.’’ the smart man he is immediately knows what I mean, hand intercepting mine as I grasp the key, it having sneaked its way somewhat underneath my body thanks to all the movement.

‘’Nyahhh, don’t be stubborn.’’ I grumble pushing his hands away, ending up hissing as the cloth touches my neither region, his assertive touch not nice given the sensitivity settling in hard ‘’EIIIHHH!’’ I whine in complain falling limp against the bed, as he does what he needs to cleaning me up.

‘’I know baby, I know but you know the process.’’ Jimin coos sounding like himself more, this process as he calls it something the boys are always insistent on, after care being taken seriously in this household.

‘’Yeah, look who’s talking Mr. Trapped Dick Man.’’ My statement earns me a joyous laughter as he finishes ending up helping me pull the necklace from around my neck and letting me undo the tiny lock.

‘’Hey that’s my line.’’ Jin mumbles in half complain bringing my attention to him, Jimin taking the chance to remove the toy himself.

‘’You’re not the only funny or witty man in this house, Oppa.’’ I retort letting him pull me closer to him, his chin ending up resting over the end of my shoulder ‘’How are you feeling?’’

Combing my fingers through his hair he hums in satisfaction closing his eyes, body still relaxed against me ‘’Offended by that statement. I’m the only true funny guy around here.’’ I roll my eyes at that exchanging a look with Jimin who has gotten up and has put his glasses back on along with a new pair of Jin’s boxers from his drawer across the bed pullover looking as cute as ever on him ‘’And also floaty. This was nice.’’

At his short sentence in the end, I end up laughing readjusting myself to let him lie more comfortably in bed as he lazily rests and lets Jimin do all the clean-up not even protesting at the touch of the cloth.

‘’I’d use a variety of better words to describe this than nice, hyung.’’ Jimin sniggers finishing up looking dolled up to me, despite his messy hair, and cheeks that have streaks of tears drawn on them.

‘’To be fair, Minnie, I think we’re both at the same thinking capability level right now. Fuzzy is the word I’d use.’’ I speak up, eager to slip under the covers, getting rid of the pesky bra that remained on me, ending up covering Jin in the process.

‘’Still more creative than ‘nice’.’’ The dancer teases coming back to bed and my right side, handing me the controller as he has turned on the TV already.

‘’Yahhh, kid don’t provoke me.’’ Jin complains half-heartedly, sounding sleepy even as the PS5 turns on, Jimin silently laughing eager to slide beneath the covers not initiating contact making me look over ignoring the home screen of the console ‘’Don’t play my game.’’ Jin grumbles not even paying attention. I drop the controller over my belly and reach over nudging Jimin getting his attention as he has positioned himself to lie very straight in the bed.

Looking over to me in surprise I nudge again him to come closer, not wanting to lose contact with Jin whose hand comes underneath the cover to rest against the side of my tummy.

‘’Huh?’’ Jimin hums in question, despite his seeming confusion moving in closer.

‘’Cuddle.’’ I demand trying to give him puppy eyes but with an edge as I tilt my head down. I don’t think he needs the extra incentive as he’s quick to move smile wide as ever as he happily wraps his arm behind me to prop my neck, and rest his chin over my shoulder, his right arm ending up bumping against Jin’s. It’s not hard to figure out they lock hands after that even as I turn my attention to the TV, starting the game off at the last check point.

‘’If I win 1st…’’

‘’Oh, not again.’’ Jimin groans in quiet complaint, Jin’s body stirring next to me.

‘’…no, no stop thinking. If I win 1st place, I would like Oppa for you to make us, a peach cheesecake.’’ As I speak, I readjust my fingers over the controller, swinging spiderman on the screen towards the challenge point where Jin struggled earlier ‘’Next week preferably, so you have 7 days to do so.’’ I say in addition setting foundation to the deal knowing he’d get an excuse if I didn’t put down a time limit.

‘’Damnit.’’ He mumbles under his breath making me smirk, Jimin giggling as he glances past me shifting slightly.

‘’If I win 2nd…’’

‘’Okay no no, its 1st place or nothing yeobo.’’ Jin’s voice comes out clearer as he pushes himself into a sitting position next to me, having let go of Jimin’s hand as he places his hands together in his lap, oddly looking like a villain or something his smirk promising nothing good ‘’All in or nothing.’’ Just to spice things up he winks making it known he means serious business.

‘’Aaahhh Noona don’t listen to Hyung, this is obviously a trap, and you know it.’’ Jimin is quick to come in defence, also sitting up as I remain the only one lying down feeling like a potato quite honestly. A good-looking potato though which is alright with me.

‘’Don’t middle in Jimin-ah if Y/N-ah wins 1st place you’ll get to eat cheesecake for free, and if she loses and I win, then you’ll just reap the benefits of my wish.’’ Jin argues the arrival of the character to the right skyscraper making me sit up, my arms holding the cover over my front tightly as I slouch squinting my eyes at the screen the two genuinely squabbling about my and Seokjin’s wish.

‘’CHALLENGE!’’ I raise my tone getting their attentions as both are left startled. I turn to Jin smirking as I roll my shoulders ‘’I’ll win this probably in my third try, so go ahead and get your phone and pull out that birthday special recipe you have. I would like fresh peaches please.’’ Turning to Jimin I give him a wink ‘’There’s a 50-50 chance I lose but I doubt it. In either case given how good you were today, and that I love you immensely and you should never doubt me or my love for you ever again you’ll get a blowjob at some point this week.’’

Turning forward I calm myself down before starting the game.

‘’Heyyyy I want a blo…’’

‘’Hyung shhushhhh!!!!’’

Copyright 2021© by barbika1508. All rights reserved.

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End Notes: Given the titles meaning a vision seen in sleep, a dream I’m going to leave this series right here without necessarily closure or ending on purpose. It’s up to your imagination and preference how you’d wish Y/N to end up; wake up alone in bed, or continue to live with the boys, or even wake up but meet the boys in the so called “real life”. It doesn’t have to be too deep given I’ve intended this to be a mere porn without plot – which turned out to hold a bit of a plot at least.

Thank you for reading :3

[jeonggukkiepabo]

MOONCHILD 🌙  2

SUMMARY: Soulmates are a common thing. Everyone has one. Some people think soulmates are the greatest gift fate could give, others are envious about happy couples that were lucky enough to receive a wonderful partner. One of them was Min Yoongi. Your time to meet your significant other hasn’t come yet, stumbling into the tattoo parlor with a simple idea in mind, not knowing that you will be bound to step by more often. When you leave for the first time, you’ll go home with your masterpiece of a tattoo.

When you leave for the second time, you’ll go home with not only one, but two soulmates.

The man that was supposed to be your only soulmate, the one that never wanted to tell you that he woke up with the exact same koi karp tattoo just sits and watches - until he can’t take the pain anymore.

PAIRINGS: Y/N x ?? / Taehyung x Jungkook

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, mentions of anxiety / depression / unrequited love, there’s one small mention of a quickie in the storage room but no actual smut (yet), swearing, mentions of homosexual relationships (member x member)

WORD COUNT: ~ 6k

NOTE: Now from my side, I’d love to welcome you to our baby as well. It took us quite some time to plan this fic before we even started writing, but I think we did a great job and I am really proud that we came to the part of actually uploading this fic. I think I can speak for Dolly as well when I say that we were surprised by the amount of people asking to be tagged in the upcoming party, thank you so much! Now I don’t want to get simpy and stuff, so please enjoy chapter 2 of Moonchild!

PART 01 ~ MASTERLIST  

Yoongi can’t believe it, everything is too ridiculous to be real. It’s one of those disgusting pranks you usually just see on TV, isn’t it? This isn’t supposed to be real… right? But then again, why would anyone pull a prank on him like that?

To begin with, he’s utterly pissed because of the cupcake incident. It’s pitiful; Yoongi knows it all too well, but nevertheless: he can’t help but feel like an asshole and he hates the way you indirectly and unknowingly called him one as well. The douchebag that couldn’t come to grab the cupcake that was handmade by Hoseok? That was no other than Yoongi himself - and knowing that you, out of all the people that step into the shop to get some pastries, got it instead of him makes him think that maybe the cupcake-ritual isn’t as special and important to Hoseok as it is to Yoongi. 

He goes to this specific bakery religiously, always grabbing some coffee and this disgustingly sweet pastry that he doesn’t even like. At least that’s what Yoongi tends to say when people ask him about it. 

But fuck, who could say no to Hoseok who endearingly prepares those cupcakes by hand, just to make a different flavor for Yoongi every day? The little batch of batter he whips up every morning for one single cupcake? Yoongi could never refuse such a gesture. And why would he? Hoseok pours all his heart into baking, into decorating and it’s the cutest shit anyone has ever done for Yoongi, of course he accepts them. He even eats every single one, even though his teeth hurt due the amount of sugar in them.

So, why the hell did Hoseok just give it out to you? Wasn’t their ritual as special to him as to Yoongi? How could Hoseok know that Yoongi wasn’t planning to grab it during his lunch break? Or after his shift? Right, Hoseok couldn’t know, he just assumed Yoongi wouldn’t go and get it. Great. That makes him feel like shit even more than before. 

But, it wasn’t just that. It would have been way too easy for Yoongi to let his anger consume him throughout the day. He knows that he could simply go to Hoseok later that day to get a coffee and calm himself down (not to talk about his jealousy, obviously) - that would have been it, no stubborn behavior from his side, no self destructive thoughts that will probably hunt him in his sleep tonight. But Yoongi wouldn’t be Yoongi if he’d do that, if he’d just forget about his ego once. He’s so fucking naive. 

Yoongi had obviously noticed the slight discomfort in his neck as he had been tattooing you, but even though he probably should have, he didn’t think anything of it. He just felt like it was phantom pain.

Yet, your tattoo is there, inked into his own skin, permanently reminding him what he just had to realize. He shivers at the thought, but not in a good way. He hates it, he hates himself for pulling you into the shop that day and he hates you for being who you are.

The exact same design he just tattooed onto your lower neck is proudly showing up on the same spot, covering the exact same spot on his body as well now.

But that’s not possible, you can’t be his soulmate. There’s nobody in the world that could be mated to Yoongi and he knows that. He doesn’t deserve a soulmate.

Yoongi doesn't even have the strength to stop his own hands from shaking so much, what on earth is happening to him right now? Isn’t his life complicated enough the way it already is? He wants- he needs to break something, anything really. He feels the urge to just punch into his mirror, but he can’t hurt his hands, those are the only good things about himself - those hands that create such amazing art on human bodies. But today, those hands deceived him. 

Yoongi needs a break. 

He needs to think of something else, to silence his own thoughts because his brain feels crowded, 

his breaths get shorter and shorter, he’s breathing in a more hectic way now as the panic rushes over him. It feels like Yoongi is underwater, his throat burning with the desire to fill his lungs with more air, but it feels like there’s no oxygen around him.

He’s used to his anxiety, panic attacks are more usual than he’d like them to be, but the anger that is added into the mix causes his emotions to feel unbearable. 

He even wonders for a second if he shouldn’t just go outside as quickly as possible, leaving the suffocating room, before he actually breaks something out of anger. It’s overwhelming, too much for him to manage by himself. 

Yoongi needs air, he needs to stop thinking, at least for a minute. Feeling his newly inked skin burning, he wants to scream until his voice disappears because he should not feel this pain and discomfort. This isn’t his own tattoo, and he doesn’t want it to be on his neck. He doesn’t want to share anything with you or with anyone else. Actually, he hates the thought of it. 

He hates everything: from the burning pain inside his heart to the tattoo that he wants to tear off with his nails if needed. The fresh lines of ink feel wrong under his touch knowing how precious and personal it is to you.

 It feels like Yoongi stole something from you even though you were the one that did exactly that to him. You stole his freedom, the freedom of meeting his true soulmate. Because you weren’t that for him. You weren’t his true soulmate. You stole the hopes he had to ever end up with the love of his life. He hates you. 

Breathe, he has to breathe, but it gets harder each time he tries. The air is stuck inside his lungs, aching to be released in some sort of way, but it’s hard. Yoongi feels like he just lost the ability to breathe out, just collecting his used air inside his lungs and by now, he feels like they’re going to explode soon. Maybe that would change something, maybe he could lose you like that.

He is somewhat frightened by his own thoughts, but he chuckles darkly, noticing how much his body is shivering. He can’t even open his fists, his nails digging into his palms, but he feels no pain. Yoongi is so easily falling apart because of you, and even that makes him angry. He feels pitiful, even for himself, and god knows how much he hates to see any kind of pity in the eyes of anyone looking at him. That’s until his knees suddenly hit the ground, the shock sobering him a little bit, eyes widening because of the abrupt pain. The pain of not accepting his soulmate, the pain of not giving into the bond. Instead, he gives up on both you and himself. Giving in to the pain, allowing himself to feel it all. There is a little voice in the back of his head that tells him that he needs to stop trying so hard not to see the truth, that he is preventing you from feeling this pain that you can’t control. He shakes his head violently, trying to get rid of this annoying voice.  

He refuses. You can’t be his soulmate, you can’t and you won’t. 

You won’t if he doesn’t let you know, right? You probably don’t feel it, it was him that got bonded to you, not the other way around. He has your tattoo, he’s the one that’s supposed to go and talk to you, to show you how he feels and kiss you to seal the bond. But Yoongi won’t.

He already feels awful about the decision he has to make right now, because in the back of his mind he knows that he is taking the choice away from you, he knows that it’s awful and that you will probably hate him if you find out, but what else is he supposed to do? There’s only one man he would accept as his soulmate - and you weren’t him. You weren’t Hoseok and you will never be like him.

He never believed in this soulmate fantasy anyway. He never understood how people could randomly follow those kinds of things, as if the universe would choose people to be destined for each other. The man he loves is in love with someone else, isn’t that proof enough that the whole thing about the universe putting souls together is completely fucked up? Fate doesn’t exist. Not for Yoongi. Not for his broken soul.

Ugly tears are threatening to spill, the salty drops burning in his eyes and Yoongi doesn’t know if they are meant to be shed for his newly found soulmate that his body seems to be aching for, or if it’s the pain of losing someone he never had, the one that remains in his heart, the one that proves him that love isn’t something that he can handle. He keeps on being the one who’s left out, the short straw, the one who stays on the side, never picked first. Maybe he wasn’t made for love, neither to give nor to receive.

Hoseok didn’t choose him first. He chose Seokjin. And god, that shit hurts. It hurts each time he sees them together and he quickly found himself hating the man who’s giving Hoseok everything. 

He can feel Seokjin’s confusion about his cold shoulder, with his thoughtful and gentle looks. But he doesn’t know. He shouldn’t know, because Yoongi knows that fate isn't about choosing, it’s not about who you want to be mated with, it’s about having the same souls, the same interests and the same needs. Hoseok and Seokjin are perfect together, they share the same sense of humor, they even finish each other's sentences. They’re a couple right out of the schoolbook.

Who is he kidding, Yoongi can’t bring himself to hate Seokjin and that’s what annoys him the most. Why can’t he even hate the man who stole the love of his life? Yoongi tries to tell himself that he really does hate Seokjin, that the eldest deserves his hatred, his envy and jealousy. But he can’t, he just can’t hate the kind man that seems to try his best to leave Yoongi in peace when he comes to their coffee shop. He hates the kindness that is shown to him each time he steps inside to grab a coffee. But what he hates the most is that he treats Hoseok like he deserves to be treated. Something that he wishes he had gotten the opportunity, but he didn’t, and he won’t. 

Yoongi isn’t stupid. He knows that he is nothing more than a good friend to Hoseok, they may have been more than that in the past, but that was before fate decided to step in between them. Though, Seokjin and Hoseok will never treat him with anything but kindness. 

But, oh, how he wishes that it wasn’t as forced as it is. Yoongi just wants to be loved, but he knows he probably doesn’t deserve it. What could he offer Hoseok when a full Kim Seokjin exists? 

Right. Nothing. 

The tears are doubling up and Yoongi closes his eyes to not see the blurry room anymore, tired of everything. He doesn’t care about the hot droplets that roll down his cheeks, about the ugly sob that finally leaves his lips. Suddenly, even the air in his lungs is gone and he feels empty once again.

A shaky sigh leaves his lips, the craving for more than just a cigarette boiling under his skin.

What kind of soulmate could he ever be anyway, if not a pitiful and horrible one? Would he treat anybody else different to how he treats himself? Is that why fate chose you for him? Are you just as broken, just as anxious and wrecked as Yoongi is? Are you hiding something under your soft features?

How is he supposed to develop feelings for someone as long as he’s in love with another man? He hates it. Somehow he hates it because he knows he wouldn’t be enough as a soulmate for you. Why would you pick him anyway? Does… he even like girls?

Suddenly, Yoongi is laughing. He must have lost it, truly. He’s still crying even though he can’t help but feel how ridiculous his situation is. His plan is to avoid you because honestly, he has no other choice. 

You won’t be his soulmate and he couldn’t care any less. He has to find a way to make you disappear from his life, he has to forget about you. Maybe that’s why fate sent you - to test him, to test if he is really meant for Hoseok, if his love for him is real.

If only he had never met you, he wishes he could just forget about it, never going out to bring you into the parlour and just go back to his useless crush on Hoseok. 

Yoongi’s throat is tightening again but he won’t allow himself to suffer even more. He is going to ignore everything. His life has to go on - and it will. Without you.

He is going to hate you, even if it takes years, maybe his entire life. Because as much as he just tries to believe that he hates you, he knows that he does not. It’s impossible.

He hates fate maybe even more than you. This stupid attraction. You’re his... no. You’re nothing. You’re not his soulmate. He’ll never let you be.

You won’t be his soulmate whether you accept it or not, because he does not want you in his life.

He does not, and if you ever understand who he is supposed to be for you, he is going to make you understand that he doesn’t want you, as cruel and horrible as it sounds, even to him. And that’s it.

You come back for the check up two weeks later, just like Taehyung scheduled you. It had been pretty hard to adapt too your new tattoo for the first few days. You had to turn around every time you walked past a mirror because you just had to look at it over and over again. Sleeping has been torture, though. Each time you tossed and turned in bed, laying on your back or simply move your shoulders in an unusual way was hurting your damaged skin. After that, the itch started - and it was horrible because you knew that you were supposed to leave it alone, not removing the healing skin because your ink will fade, but it was itching so bad. 

The last few days were obviously way easier than the beginning, even though the permanent itchiness of healing skin was driving you insane. Though, that beautiful masterpiece was worth every second of it.

You had indeed thought about what Taehyung told you that day - that he wanted to leave something on your skin as well. In the beginning, the thought had been slightly overwhelming. You didn’t even know why, you had felt joyful but anxious at the same time. 

You would’ve thought that the reason behind that was your fear of needles, but you did survive the tattoo you just got perfectly fine, which left you wondering why you were feeling so anxious about it. 

As time passed, you grew fonder of the idea of getting a tattoo from Taehyung. 

And to be honest, you don’t think you would oppose Jungkook doing one either, as weird as it sounds. Even to you, it sounds pretty odd. You’re not one to let anyone near you easily, especially to get a tattoo that will be on your skin forever. 

You now start to understand why people say getting tattoos is addictive.

Because strangely, the idea does not sound as frightening or dangerous if you think about Taehyung or Jungkook tattooing you. You feel somewhat safe with them and you know that the both of them would probably take good care of you. 

However, now that you’re back in the parlour, you’re not so sure anymore. 

“What do you mean, Yoongi is full? Didn’t you schedule an appointment for me last time?” You ask incredulously, because it doesn’t make any sense to you. You even noted that date in your phone, there’s no way that you accidentally wrote down something wrong.

“I’m very sorry Y/N. I don’t know what happened to the schedule either, a lot of things got changed, Yoongi switched many time slots, I’m pretty confused at his schedule myself, especially since he rescheduled you, like, in two weeks. I can’t really let that happen, you need your check up pretty soon, not in a month.” Taehyung sighs and you’re feeling confused. What happened? 

Yoongi had asked Taehyung to book you a check up session, why did he change everything without telling anyone? Especially the fact that Taehyung, the freaking co-owner, doesn’t know why is making everything even more weird.

“I mean, it’s okay, I can always come back in two weeks, it’s alright, no big deal.” You try to smile, but Taehyung sees right through it. He thinks about calling Yoongi for a few seconds, asking him why the hell he changed it all, but he knows better than to interrupt him in the middle of an appointment.

 “You know what? I don’t have any appointments right now. I’m going to call Jungkook to the front and I’m going to make sure that you have your check up session just like we promised you would. He’s probably eating his third bowl of ramen right now.” Taehyung smiles soothingly, but you’re not very sure of his words right now.

“Are you sure? Really it’s okay, I can come back in two weeks, I wouldn’t want to be a pro-”

“You’re not a bother Y/N. Don’t even think about that word. I’m going to take a look at you, it shouldn’t be long anyway, so don’t worry about it, yeah?”, his smile slowly transfers onto your face once again and you feel yourself nodding at his words, somewhat comforted. That man has some sort of power over you, as weird as it sounds. 

“Okay, then we’re going in the room just right there, the left one. That’s mine. Jungkook! Could you come to the desk? I’m taking Y/N for her check up.” He yells, still not too loud to make sure that he does not startle Yoongi while he’s working on someone’s skin. Even though you’re not sure if he’d actually hear anything that happens outside, when Yoongi was tattooing you he seemed pretty concentrated and didn’t even talk to Jungkook or you. But maybe he just felt weird around you. 

“Oh! Y/N is back? Hola! How have you been?” You can hear Jungkook running towards you, excitedly bouncing on his heels and you laugh at how fast he arrives. 

“Hi! I’ve been quite good, thanks. How about you?” He smiles widely, excited about something.

“I’m very good! I’ve been told that I was improving on the fake skin I had to tattoo all the time, so I’m determined to prove myself when I’ll get the occasion. Yoongi told me that I should be able to work on real skin soon if I get to find someone that actually ag- Y/N!” he suddenly shouts, causing you jump in shock. “Would you let me tattoo you? Please! I’d do anything, I’d even do it for free. I really need someone to let me do it. I mean, I already did bits and pieces on Taehyung, but Yoongi says that this doesn’t count”, he asks with his big doe eyes, a pout forming on his lips and you’re way too close to just recklessly say yes. 

“Not that I’m against the idea of you tattooing me, because I’m pretty sure that you must be damn good to be able to even work here, but I’m not sure when and if I decide to get another one...” You try to soothe him down but Jungkook just gets even more excited, already bouncy on his heels again.

“But then, when you’ll be ready, could I? Pretty please? I think I could come something pretty-, no I know that I can come up with something pretty. You have perfect skin and your design that you got inspired me a little bit. I’m sure I could do well, please?” 

You almost feel yourself blush because of his weird compliment, but you both are interrupted by Taehyung.

“Get in the line, Kook. I asked her first.” It’s childish, really, but Jungkook can’t help but pout at his hyung. 

“You get to tattoo people everyday, Tae! Let me have my turn!” 

You can’t help but laugh at the two of them, their friendship must be very special and it’s endearing to look at them. Jungkook must have forgotten that he’s going to tattoo people everyday soon enough as well.

“Okay, okay, Jungkook I’ll think about it, I promise. Now, I need my check up first.”

Jungkook nods with a big smile on his face, eyes crinkling a bit and front teeth showing, causing you to giggle at his adorableness. 

“He’s very persuasive when he wants to. Be careful, his cuteness is his main weapon. He uses it whenever he can at home.” Taehyung sighs quietly, a fond smile decorating his lips when you suddenly realize something.

“Oh! Are you two living together?”, you ask, genuinely curious about the two men. 

“Ah, yes. We’re in a relationship. Soulmates as they say. Bonded for life. Till death does us apart and all that romantic stuff. In the end, Jungkook can be a pain in the ass.” 

Your eyes widen at his confession. “You’re soulmates?” 

You sound so surprised that Taehyung chuckles. You obviously didn’t mean to sound rude,  you just genuinely didn’t expect that chaotic duo to be soulmates. 

Taehyung’s weirdly eased not to hear any judgement from you, even though he usually doesn’t care about the thoughts other people have about his relationship. On the other hand, he would probably be somewhat upset if you were one to judge his relationship - he really likes you, he’d even consider spending more time with you, even though he doesn’t know why. Something about you is just… interesting to him.

Taehyung’s still thinking whether or not he should include the fact that his relationship doesn’t only consist of Jungkook and himself, but on the other hand, maybe it’s not really needed at this point. He is pretty sure you wouldn’t judge him because of that, but as much as it feels like he knows you since forever, you’re strangers, barely even friends. He will keep this story for another time, maybe when the three of you get to know each other a little bit better. 

“Yeah we are. It was weird in the beginning, working together is very different from what we’re used to from our private life, but we just get to see each other more, neither of us is complaining about that. Yoongi doesn’t mind that either as long as we stay professionals - all in all: if we don’t fuck in the storage room again, we’re good!” Taehyung smiles and you can just feel his beaming happiness. 

Wait- the… the storage room? You can’t hide your chuckle because, yes, somehow, it sounds like something they would do, as weird as it sounds.

Taehyung makes it look effortless to be happy, you almost wonder if you could ever be that happy once you  meet your own soulmate. You try not to think of it too much though, it always leaves a bitter aftertaste. Many of the people that surround you have found their soulmates already while you’re one of the few to still be looking for them. You wonder if they are searching for you too and try not to imagine too many things like their gender, skin color or looks. None of that matters anyway. It’s all up to fate.

You know that you will love them for who they are. Because you do feel it sometimes, the loneliness. It’s suffocating, even oppressing but yet, you try your best not to think about it too much, to overcome it. You just have to hope that you will find the lost part of your soul soon, because you cannot wait to finally feel whole.

“Anyway! Any recent pain, something that I should be wary of, or worried about?” Taehyung asks as you remove your shirt, letting him see the healing ink on your skin. 

“Can I touch you?”  You nod as you answer. “Nothing really, I’m just always worried about accidentally hurting myself and destroying that masterpiece. But otherwise, I’ve been pretty good the last few days.” You try not to overthink his cold finger on your back that felt.. strangely good.

“Ah, I’m sorry, my hands are quite cold, I should have warned you. Well, it seems to be healing pretty well. The crust on it looks good too, I’m glad you didn’t peel it off. Have you been able to sleep correctly? Back tattoos are sometimes a pain in the ass during nighttime.” 

It almost feels as if he tries to ask trivial questions for you to loosen up, which you really do.

“I kind of figured it out, I thought it would be hell but it’s really fine. The first few days were eventful but otherwise, everything has been good, I’m not a back-sleeper anyways.” 

His fingers are gently following the black ink, featherly touching your skin, making sure that everything is alright. 

“That’s good. No weird discomfort, you didn’t faint back at home or anything? I remember my first tattoo and how horrible my blood sugar was afterwards.” You almost chuckle even though you know he’s serious, so you stop yourself right in time to answer instead. 

“Nope. I’ve been great. I thought the aftermath would be hard but it was surprisingly okay.” Taehyung smiles at that.

“That’s good news then. Some people look like they are big, buff men, able to get through it, but they call us the next day to tell us that they can’t get up without having a headache. For the majority of them, it’s only them stressing and their anxiety coming down after getting the tattoo. We still need to check on them, because it obviously could be something else, but it’s never happened so far. Getting a tattoo is pretty intense, it’s not something that everyone can handle, and that’s fine. We’re also here to make sure that everything heals without a problem. The aftercare is almost as important as the actual tattooing.” 

His statement makes total sense, keeping your anxiety and stress at bay can come back in a less comfortable way - you’ve already experienced that in the past. 

“Anyway, I don’t think you were too stressed before getting the actual tattoo to get any of those side effects. I’ve heard from people that have to vomit before their appointment.” Taehyung laughs while you feel a blush creeping on your cheeks. Is he referring to the week where you stood in front of the shop, before running away because you were freaking out? 

“Ah please that’s embarrassing.” His laugh is the only hint that he is indeed thinking of what you’re thinking too. 

“Well then, it looks like everything is healing just fine! You’re basically free from now on, even though we can always schedule another check up in a few months if you really want to make sure everything is fine, which I can probably tell you will be the case, but it’s up to you. I know that the first tattoo is a stressful experience, so I would understand if you want to come back. You can get a free touch-up as well, just call within the next six months and Yoongi will be there to do it for you.” His soothing voice is empty of judgement and you feel secure, able to ask for anything. 

“I should be fine, thank you for telling me, though. I appreciate it a lot.” You believe every word he says and it's comforting. You feel at ease, Taehyung is an easy person to talk to and you feel yourself loosen up more and more. 

“I’m glad.” His eyes are gentle, accompanying you as he watches you walk out of the room, going back to Jungkook, who seems equally enthralled when he sees you. 

“So, when should I schedule the next one?” Jungkook smirks cheekily, knowing that he is pushing it, but he really wants to see you again. For tattooing, obviously. Right. For the tattoo. No other reasons. Because there weren’t any.

“Jungkook stop trying to convince her to get another tattoo. She only gets one if she wants to. Go back on working on your fake skin if you’re that desperate.” Taehyung is quick at reprimanding him, even though it’s more playful than really upset. 

“Tae, let me convince her, will you? She just needs a little push. I know she wants another one. I see it in her eyes.” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows, playfully looking at you, making you laugh as you see his wide smile. 

“Don’t be a brat about it, Guk.” Taehyung is doing some paperwork while you're trying to get yourself together. 

“Yes, Daddy”, Jungkook mumbles with a smirk. It takes a lot of strength from you not to laugh again.

“It’s alright Taehyung, don’t worry. Jungkook is probably right, though. I wouldn’t mind getting another tattoo. I'm just not sure what or when.” You grin when you see Taehyung’s surprised face. 

“See? I told you! I can totally draw you something Y/N, you can choose from any of my designs if you want.” Jungkook seems overly excited and you find yourself not being able to not think about getting another piece inked into your skin. God, what is he doing to you? 

“Y/N, are you sure? You don't have to, you know? You can always come back later.” Taehyung  smiles gently, giving you the chance to make your own choice again. A wave of comfort hits you and you start to wonder what it is about this man that makes you feel so at ease.

“I'm positive, Tae. Sure, it seems rushed and like I didn't think enough about it, which might be true. But, I really like Jungkook’s idea. If I like none of his designs, I can always say no, right?” You still ask, just in case, because you’d be crazy to sign up without any withdrawal possibility. 

“Of course you can. Anything else would be illegal. I'm pretty sure Jungkook will spend hours on it, making sure that you’ll find something that you like, but you can always refuse.” Jungkook is already mumbling his ideas, making a list on a piece of paper that he found on the desk. You both lost him already and the realisation makes you both chuckle. He is endearing as well. 

“When should I come back then?” You ask curiously, tiptoeing, trying to see his schedule as he checks when he could book you. 

“Well, would you like both Jungkook and I to work on it? Jungkook is not an official artist here, so he needs either mine or Yoongi’s approval before tattooing, but we also need yours, obviously. Let me reformulate that, it sounded like Jungkook was not pro enough to tattoo you on his own. The actual question is, do you trust Jungkook enough for him to have a part of the tattoo, more than just the design? He definitely can, but only if you agree. It would be the best for him to practise, though. I’ll be on his side all the time, making sure he doesn’t mess anything up. He has practised on fake skin a lot, he knows what he’s doing.” You hear Jungkook mumbling again that you already agreed on it. But you know that Taehyung is asking because Jungkook is only an apprentice, and as talented as he is, he still needs your consent before anything. 

“I’m 100% positive, no worries about that. That’s the whole point of it, him actually having real skin to work on, right?” 

Taehyung smiles happily, he knew that you would say so, but hearing it directly from you is reassuring.  “Good. Then, I have some free space in three weeks. It's a Saturday at 11 AM, are you free for us?” He shows you the time slot that is available and you mindlessly nod, noting it down in your phone as well. 

“So, I'll see you both in three weeks?” You look at them, silently waiting for one last smile, you wonder why you crave to see one on both of their faces before leaving, but you brush away the thought quickly.

“For sure! Take care of yourself Y/N, we’ll see you in a bit!” They both smile and you suddenly feel accomplished, you don't even know why, but it feels right. And you can't wait to be back, glad about the fact that your bank account won’t hate you this time. 

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[btssmutficslovingfan01]

Friendly Encounters (Background)

Copywrite/Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction which means it’s not real. 

𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔: Fluff and Smut (Angst is included but it is a side rating, since this fic is predominantly fluff and smut.)

This is also cross-posted on my ArchiveofOurOwn which is @/btsmut01 and this fic will have more buildup so it’s not like a regular smut.

Also, don't steal my story/plagiarize because it's a shitty thing to do to me, especially when the first chapter is around 6,000 words long. 

Moving onto warnings: Smut, Angst, fluff, and lots of friendship problems. There will be ups and downs and maybe a plot twist, but for the most part it addresses abusive relationships and I think that's really important.

Other elements include:

• When to know that your "friends" are using you. (According to real-life experiences from yours truly)

• Teaching people that gay people exist and it's not cool to discriminate against them bc of their sexual preferences. (In defense of my wonderful friends who are always going through shit because of homophobic assholes)

• Bullying (Honestly...Y/N did nothing wrong but I used to have this Bully play in school (before quarantine) and I wanted to use this concept to develop a character)

• Polyamory. I don't think I've gone in depth into it, but most believe it is a sin or lust-based or morally wrong. I personally believe that it's okay if all the parties involved consent to it. It doesn't necessarily have to be about sex, but from my standpoint, most relationships I've seen that are like this are mostly sexual and it's in human nature, so I feel like I can see why people would say no, but if people want to be in a relationship with other people at the same time (not to be confused with an open relationship), then I think it's okay. 

BTW THESE ARE OPINIONS, NONE OF THEM ARE FACTS.

If any of these topics trigger you, then don't read. I don't wanna be scrolling down my comments seeing someone whine "oh that shit's messed up," or "they're going to hell bc they're gay," No, no, no, that is NOT OKAY, so might as well make yourself comfortable in a bed or a chair or a beanbag because this shit is ANGSTY. 

Also don't call the characters names, maybe try sympathizing with all of them, see it from their view. Although, some of them deserve the hate, we're better people.

Most of the fic will be taking place through second person POV, I don't think I'll be doing a single POV switch (which is super hard for me). Also, I'm trying to move onto more college-level writing, so lemme know if you see any typos, I swear I typed this out on a whim.

Moving on...CHARACTERS!!!

We have our sweet Yoonmin the corn of the cob, I just thought we could go with a shy Pâtissière

Jimin (He has blue hair in this fic as depicted in the image above):

BTS WORLD, ANYONE?

I swear if they sue me for using in-game pics I'll cut a bitch.

Yoongi:

Jasmine:

Jungkook:

He doesn’t take Taekwondo in the story but he looks hella fine in this picture.

Jaehyun:

I edited a photo of Kook to make a fake twin brother...shit I think I'm in love with my art.

Here's a side by side comparison:

The changes are subtle but I think that did the trick.

Finally, the one you've all been waiting for      -_-

Y/N:

Haha fooled ya! There's no picture there anyways, um so yeah basically her physical appearance is the same as yours, maybe with some changes bc of the fanfic.

Hope you enjoy, and remember this isn’t just smut. There’s plot.

Masterlist here

Read chapter 1 now! 

[shadowshortieskye13666]

IMAGINE

Taking a picture of your boyfriends, BTS, sleeping after they’re performance and posting it on social media

Gif Not Mine

[ntsnazzy]

i read a bottom jungkook fic once and rhe plot was like : everyone of bangtan was in a polyamorous relationship with each other except jk as he was a minor so the members kept it hidden from him, but somehow jk found out and got all weird about it. the members tried to make him understand about their relationship and started to touch him inappropriately in the hope that jk would like it and reciprocate but he retorted and went to joon for complaining and at some point jk sat on joon's lap while complaining and kept complaining but didn’t even noticed that joon already started to lower his pants and have approached to insert the dick and he tried to stop but joon just pushed in and yep... jk ended up liking it very much. he FINALLy understood what all these felt like and then all the members took turn in fucking him. one of the filthiest fics i've ever read. i very rarely do read bottom jk and this was one of my fav. unfortunately i forgot to bookmark it and couldn’t find it anymore :((((

if anyone could help me to find the fic which was on ao3, i would be so grateful!

[kimtaehymoon]

another rp ad<3- closed now x

au : You're trying to save this human, I want to corrupt them, and they think we‘re both hot?

Currently looking for a third partner to play another BTS member in our poly!Yoonkook angel x demon x human au!

You must be :

•16+

•willing to play on discord

•play a mix of fluff, angst and smut (age dependant)

•play semi-literate / literate rp!

We will play:

Yoongi as the demon

Jungkook as the angel

A BTS member of your choice as the human

message me if you would like to join!

[holygayrightsbatman]

poly hyung line~

[barbika1508]

SWEVEN (OT7 x Reader)

Part 4

Word Count: 10.9k

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Basically PWP

Pairing: OT7 x Reader, Namjoon x Reader, Appearance of Others

Warnings: Oppa kink, Voyeurism, Blowjob, Fingering

Summary: People have different ways of showing their gratefulness. Some offer kisses, cuddle’s, company, and some others take a more spicy approach.

Authors Note: Sweven – (n.) a vision seen in sleep; a dream

Copyright 2021© by barbika1508. All rights reserved.

[blushoseoks]

GREY AREA. (M) | 09

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

“Wanting love from someone who doesn’t want to love you, will destroy your fucking heart.”  - Anonymous

→  Pairing: Yoongi/Reader →  Word Count: 4,228 →  Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst,  →   Chapter Index

When you wake up, it's to the sound of a familiar vibration that belongs to your phone, and the hum of your fan whirring from beside you.

Small droplets of rain hit your window creating a nice pitter patter sound, and you think that you've heard what could only be distinguished as thunder, roar in the distance.

The vibration from your phone goes off another second later, and you have to pull yourself up from your slumber to search for it. You find it by your feet, ignoring the question of how the hell did it get down there? Because you had learned long ago not to question you and your sleeping habits, because according to Taehyung, you slept roughly.

The fabric of your feather bedsheet is smooth as your palms run against it, momentarily forgetting about your phone as you plop back downwards against the surface of your bed. Your back hitting the mattress with a soft umfh sound that you're pretty sure only existed in cartoon shows until right then.

It's a moment after your eyes have connected with the ceiling of your room, and in the midst of you trying to figure out what you're going to do with your Saturday, when you remember just why you had woken up.

Or, for better words, are reminded.

Because your phone has just vibrated in your hand again.

You were really going to need to start turning it on silent before bed.

Your eyes almost widen when they flicker across the screen of your phone.

Not because it was ten in the morning, but rather because of the amount of missed phonecalls and messages you've received.

The person who had dared wake you from you slumber was none other than your only female friend, making her your girl-bestfriend by default (or so she liked to state) and you're astonished to see just how many times she had attempted to reach you.

You decide to scroll through the notifications settled on your homescreen.

[9:31 AM] Yoona – pls be awake

[9:32 AM] Yoona – Missed Call

[9:33 AM] Yoona – goddamn it wake the fuck up

[9:34 AM] Jungkook – you busy 2day

[9:42 AM] Yoona – Missed Call

[9:45 AM] Taehyung – wake tf up and answer ur damn phone cn hear it from my room u fuck

[9:47 AM] Yoona – im freakin th fuck out, coming ovr

[9:50 AM] Yoona – Missed Call

[9:51 AM] Mom – Dad and I are coming to the city today, we're going to stop and pick you up for a late lunch! We've missed you baby girl. 2 sound okay?

[9:53 AM] Taehyung – I swr 2 god if u dont answer ur fuckin phone

Your eyes immediately dart back to the message from your mother, and immediately you're met with a mixture of happiness and nervousness.

You were excited to visit with your parents, hardly was it that you ever got to see them, let alone talk to them. But, whenever they visited you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Like they might make you pack your bags and leave with them back to the hellhole that you had grown up in – but you knew they would never ask it of you, but still, the thought made something stir uncomfortably inside of you.

You're slapped out of your thoughts when your bedroom door swings open, and you're half expecting Taehyung. So you're only taken by a little surprise when it's Yoona that's stumbles inside.

Her hair wet as it runs down her sides and soaks her tshirt, her red rainboots drenched and making ugly stains in the carpet of your bedroom, and she looks like she's just seen a ghost.

It's enough to prompt you to slowly sit upwards, confusion mixed with concern starting to overtake your body, and starting to make itself evident in your features.

“Y/N.” Yoona says a moment later, voice soft. “You didn't answer your phone?”

And she stares at you. With eyes that look traumatized.

You cross your legs in a criss cross position, bringing them up and into your own personal space, this an indication that she is more than welcome to sit on your bed, wet or not.

“I was asleep, I'm sorry. What's-” you pause. “What's going on?”

She processes your indication, eyes flickering down to your bedsheets, a million things stirring silently in her eyes. And without another word she slowly strides across your bedroom, shucking off her wet jacket and letting it fall to hit the floor beside her. She takes a seat on your bed, elbows moving to press into the material of her denim jeans, and her body sort of crouches over. Hands moving to press to her forehead.

Her actions make you nervous, because you had never seen Yoona quite like this.

So you scoot up to her body just a tad, not wanting to scare her away. And you move your right hand to the center of her back, starting to move it in slow, gentle circles across the damp material.

“Yoona,” you say with a certain gentleness etched in your words. “What's going on?”

And she breathes out a large breath, slowly. One that makes you wonder if she had been breathing before you let out that question.

And with her eyes settled somewhere below, probably your carpet, her lips part and she speaks.

“You know,” she says calmly, “how when some soulmate's meet they just know it. Like they feel something or whatever?”

You immediately think back to Yoongi, how you had felt the heat of a thousand forest fires when he had laid eyes on you, you think about how every time he stares at you, you feel that undeniable warmth.

The facts cause you to nod your head in response.

But then you think back to Park Jimin. And how nothing had been felt when you were staring at each other. It wasn't uncommon for soulmate's not to feel something when they found each other, it was as common as it was to feel something when soulmate's met.

Some people said it depended on how strong the bond was, but you didn't believe that.

Because whenever your parents stared at each other, they felt nothing. But the love they had for one another was right there, was undeniable, was impossible to discredit. You could practically feel how strong their bond was, how protected their love was.

So you believed that some soulmate's felt things, and some didn't.

Nevermind the bond.

But had you felt something with Jimin but the shock you had been faced with, when meeting your second soulmate numbed everything off? Or was there not actually anything felt there?

“Yes.” You add for good measure, eyes flickering from where they had been dazing off at – the bedsheets – and to the side of Yoona's face.

The side that is visible.

“H-have you been outside today?” She says almost immediately, and your eyebrows raise in curiosity. What did the weather have to do with soulmates?

But, you answer anyway.

“No-”

She doesn't even let you form the last syllable before she's speaking.

“Despite the storm, it's hot, Y/N. Eighty degrees out.” She turns her head towards you, hand reaching for the phone in her pocket as if you don't believe her.

You stop her though.

“I believe you.”

Her actions halt.

“It's hot outside, Y/N.” She states a second later, eyes staring directly into yours. “But I – I, felt so cold for a moment.”

You blink.

“Like I was in the worst ice storm to ever occur on this planet.”

She blinks.

“What I'm trying to say is that – I think, I think I found my soulmate.” You watch as the corner of her lips tug upwards into a small smile. “I think I felt Yugyeom.”

You're taken by surprise. Your eyes widening just a tad as the weight of her words hit you like a freight train going one thousand miles an hour.

“You-” you pause, blinking again. “You think you met--” You're rambling, unable to finish the sentence.

“Yes.” She says. “It was so cold, Y/N. So fucking cold. And there wasn't any wind, not a breeze, nothing-- and I stopped, and I immediately started to see if someone was staring at me, or if someone had bumped into me but no- I couldn't – I lost him. Just like that.”

Her voice breaks towards the end, and it's not until you come back from your stunned state, do you realize that the wet on her face is not from the rain, but rather, from tears.

“I lost him Y/N. He was there one second, and gone the next. How- how-” she lets out a deep breath as she stares at you. “What if I never see him again, Y/N? What if the Universe just gave me the chance of finding him, to only rip it away before I could even get a look at him?”

“Yoona,” you say inbetween her shallow breaths and rushed sentences. “breathe okay? I need you to breathe.”

And you say this because you know what it looks like at the start of a panic attack, and Yoona – she was showing all signs of one about to start, of one forming, like a tornado right in front of you.

She nods slowly, her words fall silently as she focuses on breathing. Her body turning towards yours a bit more, as her left hand moves out to grasp your free one – your left, as well. And she holds onto your hand, holds onto it like it's the thread holding her to a mountain. Like if she lets go, she will fall to her death. And she squeezes, and you let her.

After a moment, when the death grip she has on your hand has lessened – if only for a little bit, after you're able to form coherent thoughts about how to react to this situation, you finally part your lips to speak.

“Where were you when you felt him, Yoona?”

It takes her a second to respond.

“The library.” She says in between breaths.

“The campus one?”

She nods her head.

And you let the corner of your lips tilt upwards. “Yoona, the campus library. He was near the campus library. Meaning, he has to attend our University.”

You notice how her body is starting to calm, how the rise and fall of her chest has dropped significantly. And your eyes stare at hers, and it's then that you can practically see the gears turning in her head.

“And babe, I know you're scared. I know you're frightened at the thought of never seeing him again, or that your opportunity has diminished, but -” you breathe out. “the Universe knows what it's doing, okay? It might not make sense as of now, but sooner or later things will become clear, things will fall into place-”

You're cut off.

“But what if-” you interject.

“And if worse case scenario occurs, and you both don't run into each other before college is over, we will find a way to him, alright? We'll sneak into the office and go through every “Kim Yugyeom,” file that exists, track each and every one of them down, and then you can personally slap him for not finding you sooner. Alright?”

And it only takes her a few seconds before she's nodding. Before she's calmed down completely.

“What--” she pauses, hesitance evident in her lack of body movements and how silently she lets the one word slip out. “What if I'm not ready?” She asks.

Gaze returning to yours.

And all you can do is smile.

Let the corner of your lips uplift the tiniest amount.

And your voice is quiet when you answer, your tone soft.

“We usually never are.”

“Oh my god, your hair!”

Is the first thing your father had stated when you had stepped out of your apartment later that day.

Both of your parents were standing by your father's car, and both of their eyes had widened at the exact same time, jaws dropping when you had appeared outside.

Their reaction was priceless, you only wished you had recorded it because it was something you never wanted to forget.

And that was about as much of a reaction they had had regarding the subject. They both were pleased, and were happy you had done something you wanted.

Even if it meant drastically changing your appearance.

They had embraced you with warm hugs, and tight squeezes while pressing lingering kisses into your hair.

And seeing your parents is one thing you will never grow tired of.

Being around them is another.

Even if sometimes it hurts to see just how in love they really are.

Because watching them, is like staring at a life you will never have.

Like staring at a love you are destined to never experience.

The thought causes your heart to ache.

You're sitting in one of the booths, while they take the seat across from you. And your eyes are staring directly at their intertwined hands. How their fingers seem to fit perfectly into each others.

And for a moment you start to wonder if Jimin and Yoongi's hand's would fit the same in yours, or if one would fit better than the other.

You don't spend much time lingering on that particular thought.

“Y/N,” comes your mother's sweet honey like voice. “how's living with Taehyung and Hoseok?”

Your eyes direct themselves from your parents intertwined fingers and up to your mother's eyes. At the mention of both of your beloved roommates you can't help but smile.

“It's fantastic.” You say. “The only problem I have is their forgetfulness when it comes to their keys. And how they expect me to do their laundry, because and I quote, “You're a girl, don't girl's like doing the laundry?”

And sure, you had been living with them for almost a year, but your parent's still worried, still wondered, and still asked questions.

You can hear the way your father tries but fails to stifle a laugh, and you can see the way your mom shakes her head as a knowing smile slides across her lips.

“Sexist, isn't it?” You ask, eyes remaining on your mother's, you glance down to her lips as an amused expression covers her features, as a smile grows onto them.

“But you're happy?” She asks a moment later, curiosity evident in her voice.

And despite the recent predicaments that had caused a few heartbreaks, and more than one entire day of you just sleeping in your bed, wasting the day, you nod your head. The smile on your lips not faltering.

“I'm happy.” You reassure her.

And for the most part, it's not a lie.

“Are you sleeping well?' Your father's voice cuts in, causing your head to turn to the most important man in your life.

You can see how his eyes flicker from your own, and to the bags settled underneath them, and you, for just a moment curse yourself for leaving your phone on vibrate instead of silent.

“For the most part.” You reply, head nodding a few times. “Studies, and boy roommates can be quite obnoxious.”

You watch the grin as it spreads across his face, head shaking a few times. But then his head stills, and his eyes glance upwards to yours, having forgotten the food on his plate for the time being.

“What about sex?” He asks a heartbeat later, taking you by complete and utter surprise.

You choke on the air, moving a hand up and to cover over your mouth quickly. Mostly to hide the embarrassment that paints itself pretty across your cheeks.

“Jiwo!” Your mother almost yells in a scolding, her hand moving from his and to flick the side of his head.

He turns to her suddenly, arms moving up in surrender. “What?” He replies. “I was just --”

“Prodding yourself into business where you certainly do not belong!” She interrupts, a look you can't quite decipher forming on her face.

And even though you're afraid you might die of embarrassment any moment, you speak. Mostly to save you dad's life, because you're certain your mom was going to kill him.

“No.” You reply honestly, catching both of their attention. “No sex.” You state, a chuckle falling from your lips afterward. “But, I have to agree with mom on this one, most definitely not your business.”

Your father shrugs, his shoulders uplifting as his hands move to grab both of his chopsticks he had dropped a moment prior of being scolded.

“But,” you continue, “you wouldn't have to worry. I'm an adult, meaning I know the repercussions, I know how to protect myself.” It comes out in a slow draw.

You watch as you father's nose starts to scrunch up in distaste, obviously growing uncomfortable with the thought of his daughter having sex with someone.

“Anyway!” Your mother says, both of her hands moving to clap together. A clear attempt at changing the subject.

She scoots forward then, chest pressing to the edge of the table. Her eyebrows raising, and a smile appearing on her lips. Her head tilts downwards as her eyes rest on yours. “Met anyone?”

You don't hesitate to shake your head.

“No.” You say, perhaps a little bit too rushed to be believable.

“Well,” she says, her free hand moving to grasp one of yours. “don't worry. When the Universe see's fit, it'll happen.”

You can only nod your head in response.

“But-” you say just a moment later.  Before having thought pretty much anything through. “we're uh – we're reading this novel in English,” you lie smoothly. “and I wanted your guys' opinion on it.”

This catches both of your parent's attention, your dad putting down his chopsticks, eyes falling onto yours. Your mom's attention had already been on you.

“All ears baby.” She says, gesturing you with a nod of her head to continue.

“It's about a- um, a boy,” you say, “who has two soulmate's.” You smile. “Like me. And well – he's found both of them, but one of them wants nothing to do with him- and the other, is well, with someone else.”

Your eyes glance down to the surface of the table you three are sitting at, not being able to look at your parent's faces as you lie to them so easily.

“And sh—he's caught in a predicament, you see. “

You pause, taking in a deep breath. You hardly notice the way your mom squeezes your hand.

“The one soulmate he's met – he's uh, offering him a friendship. Asking for a chance but – just to be friend's. After this boy has asked this soulmate for a chance repeatedly, after being refused several times. He's finally opening up to the idea or something. - And we're at the part in the book where he's trying to decide what to do about his soulmate's. Whether he should reveal his name to his soulmate, and if he should accept the offer from the other.”

You look upwards, eyes staring from your father's and then to your mother's where they stay for a moment.

“So what would you guys do if you were him?”

Your father clears his throat, this drawing your attention. And he holds your gaze for a moment, like he wants to say something, but at the last moment he decides against it.

“I think,” he says, deep voice reminding you of a beacon of hope in horrid situation. He turns to stare at your mother as he finishes his sentence. “This is one for your mother, I was never good at English, after all.” He lets out a chuckle, trying to clear the suddenly terse atmosphere.

You nod your head, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. And you want to ask your father if he's able to see through your lies, to see through your false feelings, because after all, he's the one who taught you how to hide them so unintentionally.

You direct your attention to your mother. Whose eyes, you find, are as sharp as knives as she stares at you. But despite her deep stare, a soft expression is written across her face.

“I think,” she says a moment later. She shakes her head. “That's – those are both two very difficult situations. Whoever wrote this book – they must not have a heart.” She nods her head as she speaks.

You let out a slow breath, and she does the same.

“In my opinion, sh-he's,” she corrects herself quickly. “has already lost one of his soulmate's. Permanently or not, we don't know. And for some reason, his other soulmate seems to be coming around. So instead of answering for him, I'd ask him one question, and one question only.”

She stops, her eyes peering into yours.

And you cannot do anything to calm the nerves in your stomach.

“What would you ask him?”

You ponder hesitantly.

It takes her just a moment to respond, her hand giving yours another gentle squeeze.

“I'd ask him if he was ready to lose another soulmate. Permanently or not.”

You let the weight of her words sink in. You allow your brain to process them slowly. You think over them. Every letter, every syllable, every vowel, every word until you've memorized that sentence.

Until you're positively sure you could recite it perfectly.

“As for the other predicament – I,” she says slowly. “I honestly don't know. Like we've told you years ago, some people find love in someone who is not their soulmate. So I guess- I guess it depends on him. Depends on his thoughts of whether he believes that soulmates not being with one another is okay. It's a very diverse topic.”

And then she's rolling her shoulders back.

“I just hope that this character knows that he has friend's and family who are there for him. No matter what happens, or so I assume he does?”

You can only nod your head in response, your brain still trying to recover from what she stated earlier.

“Well said, my love.” Your father says as he stares at your mother, a smile on his lips and admiration in his eyes. He turns back to you.

“Now, let's eat. I'm starved!”

You force a smile, trying to shake thoughts of your predicament out of your head.

You're unable to eat half of what's on your plate.

It's on your walk home from the cafe/restaurant, that you realize just what you're going to do about Park Jimin – at least for now.

Because as you're about to pass the place you saw Jimin and the stranger last, you're met with the sight of them both, again, outside. Only this time they aren't kissing, but instead planting flowerbeds in their windowsill, or at least – Jimin is.

You wanted to ask them what the use was, it had been raining and it would probably end up raining again, if the sky had anything to say about it.

But here they were, doing something so domestic it made your stomach flip.

The stranger, you have yet to discover the name of, is crouching down at their sidewalk, a pot of flowers beside her, and a small shovel in her hand. She seems to be digging up a space for the plant. The ground is wet and mud is going to stain the kneecap parts of her pants.

Good.

You think.

Hoping deep inside that those jeans were her favorite and that they would in fact be ruined.

And it's when you see Jimin turn around, watch as those beautiful eyes move to stare at the back of the girl on the ground, and something that you can't quite pinpoint, but if you had to guess would be pure and innocent love fill them, that you immediately regret your thoughts.

Because the smile that spreads across Jimin's lips, says enough.

Is one you know all too well. Because years ago, when you met the girl of your dreams in highschool, she had smiled at you that same way.

You had no right to be bitter or upset towards the girl Jimin was in love with.

In all honesty, you should be thanking her.

Because, sure, she may have stolen your soulmate from you.

But something in the way Jimin stares at her, the way that smile forms on that beautifully tan skin, says that Jimin definitely went with her willingly.

And you should be thanking her – for loving Jimin in a way, you could only hope to do someday.

And it's as you witness this, that you decide.

You were not going to give up your identity to Jimin – at least not for now.

And even though they had taken a chance of your happiness away– you were not going to ruin or take away theirs.

And even though you had lost a soulmate, to someone you could only hope would love Jimin as much as you could have,  it only made you want to grasp onto the one you had left tightly.

Made you want to be in Yoongi's life.

Even if it was just for a friendship.

You turn the corner then, deciding to take a detour to Yoongi's apartment.

You've finally come to your decision.

If it was friendship Min Yoongi wanted, it was a friendship he was going to get.

Pt. 10

A/N- Before you all decide to murder me because of the length of this chapter, part 10 will be released either today, or here in a few days. Originally it was all supposed to be one big chapter, but I didn’t think it ran well together.

I am so sorry for the delay, but inspiration did not come easily for these two chapters. Any who, I hope this was somewhat enjoyable. Thoughts, opinions, theories, and speculations are always welcomed! See you soon!

Much love!

PS - I am fairly irritated because Tumblr never italicizes or bolds the words I want >:( ALSO, if this is your gif please let me know! the gif maker was lost :(

PSS - I was too nervous to read through this again, so if it’s horrible or a sentence doesn’t make sense, or there’s  grammatical errors please let me know, thank you!

[smuttyfairy]

Hello, I was looking for a bts fanfic in which there's a polyamourous relationship b/w jungkook Jimin and reader. But the reader is only in it for Jimin, Jimin is only in it for Jungkook and Jungkook is only in it for the reader and there's a lot of angst

Equilibrium by @tayegi !

[in-grey]

°•ot7 bts au•°

🚪seokjin gets lost in a universe. his husband jungkook hasn't seen him for five years. in a twist of fate, after finding a crucial clue, kook runs into namjoon who he knows holds a candle for jin and enlists him to help.

Chapter 1 now live 💕

[moodymoodboardskpop]

Jungkook x Taehyung x their Gymnast bf 🏅for Dragon anon ~Admin Shannon

[uneminiplume]

FREE OT3 OR MORE.

Why shipping only 2 people together when you could ship 3 or more people together at the same time ?

Well, ofc, you can do whatever the fuck you want (except for the "I hate your ship and your OTP so I make post about them for telling everyone how they suck together" thing)

But, please, stop bashing me or someone else for liking polyamorous ships.

(Because they're so fucking good and important to me btw.)

Just stop the hate, peace and chill dudes.

Just a little reminder too : YOUR SHIP IS VALID.

[kmindset]

Noona, Unnie (Final)

Member: Jimin (Jimin x Reader x OC)

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut : Poly! BTS

Word Count: 5173

A/N: Yes folks it’s here. The end...no seriously

SHOUTOUT TO MY PROOFREADERS ---> @notaseoul & @look-its-a-nunn  <3

*Yeoshin means Goddess

*NOT EDITED

I know I don’t much feedback but I’d really appreciate feedback on this. 

~~  Meet Unnie  ~  One  ~   Two  ~   Three  ~  Four  ~  Five  ~  Six (?) ~~

Another week passed.

Living with Hoseok had to be the only good thing to come from this ordeal.

Originally, you met Hoseok after already living with Unnie. He was a guest teacher in your dance class the week before you met Jimin. His bright personality made it easy to befriend him after class. BTS’ popularity was steadily on the rise so of course you knew of him. But his sunshine attitude was what made him approachable. 

Back then, you split your time between Noona and Hoseok, with the occasional conversation with Jimin. If you met Hoseok, first you probably would have been living with him anyway. He always reminded you his guest room was there when you needed it, especially after you got together with Noona and Jimin. He never approved of your polyamorous relationship but if you were happy, for the most part, so was he.

“What do you want me to bring home for dinner?” He asked, his smile radiating through the phone.

“Uhh” you thought about it while packing up your notebooks. “I don’t know. Get something really yummy. We’ve gotta celebrate my summer break!”

He couldn’t help but laugh. Despite the mess, you were able to finish your finals with nothing short of A’s! You deserved something good to eat. “I’ve got just the thing.”

You hummed in response before hanging up.

The streets were filled with people smiling the way he knew you were. ‘Summer vibes all around.’ he thought.

The happy atmosphere distracted from the rain clouds. Until they let loose.

Hoseok groaned, looking for quick cover. The rain blurred his vision but he ran for the nearest entrance he could make out.

The bright lights of the building startled him for a second but that was the least of his worries. He was still a block over from the restaurant he needed to reach and several away from home.

“Noona, please.” The voice startled him from the otherwise loud rain.

“Jimin, this isn’t working.” Oh no. The voices came from the other side of the wall where the elevators were located. Hoseok stayed by the mailboxes, out of sight even if they came around the corner.

“But I love you!”

“How come you can say that now? And why not to Y/N?” her voice was cracking. Hoseok had never heard her like this. “If you could have said that before she wouldn’t have left...DON’T TOUCH ME!”

He jumped at her harsh tone, knowing Jimin probably did the same. He heard the elevator open. “Leave Jimin.”

The elevator closed and he heard his friend mutter ‘Shit’.

Hoseok stepped around the corner.

“Oh, are you here to get Y/N’s stuff?”

He shook his head. “She has been trying to put this out of her head while she dealt with finals.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “That’s why Noona said not to bother her.” he said more to himself than his friend.

Hobi scoffed. “This is why she had to take a step back. You know nothing about her anymore. Where is the man that snuck away from recording sessions two weeks straight under the guise of a ‘stomach bug’ just to see her?”

“Hobi hyung-”

“Where’s the man that worked extra hard in the gym to show Noona he was the man she needed?” Hoseok poked the beaten down man in the chest. “You even cried trying to figure out which one to confess to! Now you had them both and you treat one like a trophy sex toy and the other like some second choice piece of beef. GOD!” He spins around to calm himself down, one more look at the younger man and he would be throwing a fist.

“I didn’t mean to.” Jimin took a deep breath, feeling the tears stinging his eyes and forming a lump in his throat. “I can’t lose them, hyung.”

Hoseok glanced out the door at the now light rain. “I think you may have already.” He said sadly, before leaving.

Jimin wiped away a few stray tears, pulling out his phone to call Taehyung. He was going to need somewhere to stay while he figured this out.

Hobi kept what happened to himself, not wanting to put a damper on your mood. During his walk back, he was deciding whether it was a good idea or not but your smile of relief as you pushed away your box of used notebooks was enough to zip his lips.

Life continued on as it had been for a few days with the only difference being you had no more classes for the time being. Some days you spent most of your time catching up on TV shows you forgot about. You were in the middle of the last show you needed to catch up on when you heard the door open.

“Oppa! Just in time I was just about to start on dinner. What do you say? My specialty-” you trail off as you look to the person in the doorway.

She gave a sad smile. “Your kimchi jjigae. I swear I never liked kimchi until I tasted yours. Even my mother doesn’t make it that well.” She chuckled lightly, but her smile dropped when she noticed your face. You were stuck on shock, looking as if you were ready to run. “Say something.”

You blinked a few times. “How did you get in here?"

She shifted guiltily. “I know where Hoseok keeps his spare key.” You wondered how she knew and she seemed to pick up on this. “Remember the time our power went out and we came over here since he was on tour? Just so we could watch the finale of that stupid drama we were obsessed with!”

You nodded, suppressing a smile. You remember complaining about the ending only to see Unnie stretched out on his couch sleep. You moved from your spot in his arm chair to lay next to her. Cuddling close in her arms to not fall off the couch, you fell asleep too. The next morning, she awoke to you sleeping soundly. Rather than move she decided to take a sick day. She didn’t want to miss a minute of it.

“Y/N? Y/N?” she was sitting next to you now. “Please, please just say something.”

You didn’t look at her. It was silent for a moment.

“Jimin is gone.”

Your head shoots up. “What?”

“I-I told him to leave.”

“Why? I was gone. You could be happy together now.”

She looked at you like you were stupid. “Y/N, what are you talking about?”

A frustrated sigh slipped out before you could stop yourself. “I could tell you love each other more. He barely talked to me anymore and every waking minute you were having sex. I don’t want this to come out like it’s all about sex but he hardly looked my way, let alone touched me. He stared at you like the goddess you are. His every thought was you.”

“You couldn’t possibly know th-”

“He called your name during sex with just me!” You hadn’t meant to raise your voice but you were so angry. Could she not see it?

“Yeoshin-ah, what are you talking about? The reason I told him to leave was because all I was to him was sex. We would talk sometimes but nothing like before. I couldn’t take a shower by myself without him sneaking in.”

“It didn’t sound like you protested much.” You said coldly.

She looked away, her eyes glossy, and you felt bad. You knew Jimin was a weakness for her.

Before you could mutter an apology, she said something you didn’t expect. “Ho Shin and Mina are getting married.”

You were taken aback. Those names were familiar.

“They broke my heart now they’re inviting me to their wedding.”

Wash day was the worst. Jimin was in charge of it but he always neglected his duties.

You searched Unnie’s wardrobe, completely skipping Jimin’s room, knowing he had nothing but Unnie had a rather extensive wardrobe. You fished around until you found a navy blue silk nightie. Folded nicely in the far corner of one closet shelves, it looked like it hadn’t been touched in awhile. You knew you never saw her in it but it was there and it was clean.

You slid it on, throwing your towel in her hamper.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror you heard the door. Jimin and Unnie must have returned with the food. You scurried into the kitchen excitedly.

Jimin almost dropped the food at the sight of you, his cheeks going rosy. You laughed, posing dramatically. “You like Jiminnie?”

“Like wha-” Unnie came in behind him, setting down her car keys as her mouth dropped open.

You smiled, assuming she liked the outfit on you.

“Nice on me huh?”

“Take it off.”

“Wh-”

“Take it off! Now!” She tried to push past Jimin to you but he caught her by the waist.

“Whoa whoa whoa. Noona, what’s wrong?”

She was still glaring at you, tears falling fast down her face, seething. “Take it off.” she said again through clenched teeth.

“I-I don’t have anything else to wear.”

“You can grab something from my room.” he quickly offered, pulling Unnie back now with both arms.

You took a few slow steps back before turning to retreat to Jimin’s room. With confused tears, you pulled off the nightie. You threw it onto his bed, standing bare as you stared at it, wondering why the thin beautiful blue fabric could have made her so upset. You shook your head, grabbing a pair of pajamas from Jimin’s still unpacked duffel bag. From the other side of the door you could hear talking and sniffling. You wanted to know what was wrong but the surprising way she treated you had you willing to keep a large amount of distance from both of them. Tears were still falling as you locked his bathroom door and drew a bath.

You were drifting off in the tub when you heard a knock.

“Yeonshin-ah”

Your lids were heavy as you turned your head away from the door. “I know you are fighting off sleep and probably confused anger but I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

Her apology sounded sincere but you needed an explanation.

“I know I should have thrown it away, I know, but… I couldn’t.” she paused and you stood from the quickly chilling water. “The reason- The reason I lived in this big place alone was because of them. My first and only multi partner relationship before you and Jimin. They molded me into this person, a smaller part of a better whole then left me. I should have guessed it. Looking back they always treated me different than they treated each other. I felt like the girlfriend of a married couple. They cared for me but nothing like they did for each other.”

You approached the door, tying your robe. Voice barely audible through the door, you asked “And the nightie?”

As soon as you asked, her eyes met the fabric on the bed and scoffed. “It was her birthday. He said the night was going to be special for “us”. I took it to mean the three of us. I went out and bought the most beautiful nightie I could find and in her favorite color: royal blue. I was in love with it and with her so I bought it. I used all the money from my first paycheck at my new job just to make her happy.” By now you could hear her sniffling. You wanted to comfort her but the stubborn part of you still wanted to hear the rest before letting it go. “Oppa said to give her my present first because he was running late. I did and as expected, she fell in love with it. She stripped right in the middle of the living room and put it on. She kissed me and thanked me and my heart soared. I lived to make them happy.” her voice got quiet on the end.

Your hand rose to the knob but she continued so you paused. “You know what his present to her was?” You shook your head though she couldn’t see you. “A promise ring.”

Your jaw dropped. “I sat through his whole speech before I realized what was happening. At the end they exchanged this look. I knew what was coming next. I hurried to my room and locked the door. I left for work early the next day to avoid them. On the way back I picked up some boxes for my stuff. When I came in there were some already waiting. They told me they would be the ones leaving. They said they already began looking for a new place. They expected me to be ok for the time being and be happy and continue life the way it was as if they hadn’t just broken up with me. I told them I couldn’t and that they were crazy for breaking my heart then being so normal about it. I packed to stay with a friend. After angrily shoving things into a duffel bag, I spotted the nightie on her desk chair. I grabbed it stuffed it in my bag. I don’t know why. The store had a no returns policy. I wasn’t going to wear it. I didn’t want anyone else to wear it.” She spoke the last part hesitantly and went quiet. “They provided a few months’ rent. Thinking that it made up for loving then leaving me.” Another pause. “It didn’t.”

Finally, you opened the door and hugged her so tightly. She let out all her tears, sobbing into your neck. When you were both calm Jimin picked you up one at a time and laid you on his bed. He flicked off the light and crawled between the two of you, wrapping an arm around each of his girls as you both cuddled into his sides. She placed his hand over his heart and you placed your hand over hers.

“I suppose they think time heals all wounds.”

“Does it?” You grabbed her hand, now more concerned with her past broken heart than your current one.

She looked down at your hand in hers. “When I was happily in love it did. Now, alone in that big place again, I feel that wound re opening. Everyday I come home from work and feel the same as when I first came back after they left. It’s so empty. There are lots of things in that apartment but I don’t want things. The nightie represents the part of me that was broken when they left but I have almost everything of yours in that apartment yet I feel more broken than I ever did because of them.”

Every word she spoke was filled with emotional sincerity but you were still upset. She could tell.

“I’m sorry If you felt I was trying to push you out, Y/N I could never do that to you! I know how that feels. I wouldn’t have entered another polyamorous relationship unless I knew I was going to be able to love both of you. I may have pushed you out unintentionally but my heart still clings to you unabashedly. You say he looks at me because I’m a goddess but you know yo the goddess to me, Yeoshin-ah”

There were no words you could speak so leaned over and pressed your lips to hers. A peck almost as experimental as the first one you shared but the second was more sure. You still loved her and you weren’t going to let Jimin’s behavior separate her from you any longer. The more you kissed her the more you missed her and the more you wanted. Yet she pulled away, leaving your lips to subconsciously chase hers for a moment.

“Please come home?” More of a question from worry she would be rejected but you nodded and smiled allowing her to do the same before kissing you again.

“HEY HEY HEY!” You pulled away to see Hobi pointed at you from his foyer as he closed the front door. “Stop that! Make up at home. And don’t play innocent. I know you’ve had sex here before too!”

Both your faces went hot.

Instead of leaving right then to go with Unnie, she offered to take you and Hoseok out to eat.

Of course you loved the idea. Unnie always let you eat as much as you wanted no matter the price. Plus, Unnie and Hoseok got along so well.

As Hoseok drooled while he cooked more meat and asked for more side dishes, you and Unnie sat there full, laughing at his never ending appetite.

As you shook your head, you looked around the restaurant at all the happy people indulging in as much food as they could eat. Until your eyes landed on the only unhappy person in the building. Head down, hat shading most of his face. It didn’t take long until you realized you recognized that person. Your eyes widened and scanned the people around him, Namjoon, Taehyung, SeokJin, Yoongi and Jungkook, before landing on him again. As his head lifted up, you looked back at your empty plate and tried to calm your yourself. You felt someone nudge you, looking up to see Unnie’s questioning eyes. You look up at Hoseok to see he has already spotted his friends. He looks to you and knows you have seen Jimin too.

“Jimin’s here.” You say quietly to Unnie. Her brows furrow and she frowns looking down and moving around a lone piece of beef on her plate.

The table has gone quiet, no one willing to say anything. You can see Jimin and the others from your peripheral vision, he doesn’t seem to be responding to the group conversation but thankfully hasn’t noticed any of you.

“I’ll go pay.” Hoseok says. As he gets up you stand as well while Unnie leaves a tip. You grab your coat and wait til she slides hers on to hold her hand. When you turn to leave you nearly run into someone, cliche enough. You realize it is Jimin and in the split second it takes him to direct his gaze up at you from the ground, you think about running but it would cause a scene and you can’t run that fast dragging Unnie behind you.

“Y/N!” He looks behind you. “Noon-” he stops when notices you holding hands.

She steps beside you, though slightly in front of you as if protecting you. “Jimin.” she says simply. You repress a smile at seeing the calm and put together woman you fell in love with returning to ‘protect you’.

“So you made up then, huh?”

“Yes.” is all she says.

You see Hoseok returning to the table but you catch his eye and wave him off. He looks between the two of you and Jimin’s back before nodding and going to wait out of sight by the door. No need to strain Jimin’s relationship with Hoseok over your relationship strife.

“-been well.” you tune back in to the scene before you.

“Not really but I am here with most of the members.” He answers to whatever it was she said.

You kept your eyes away from him though you felt him staring at you.

“Well, Jimin, we have to go.”

“No, please!” He said as loud as he could. “Can I come over to talk? Please, I need to speak with you. Both of you.”

She stepped around him, dragging you behind her. “Goodnight Jimin.”

The rest of the night you tried to enjoy your reunion with your girlfriend but Jimin’s pleading expression sat in the back of your mind. You fell asleep with the thought of Jimin on your heart.

The next morning, you had no prior engagements, leaving you to bum around the house while Unnie was at work.

Most of the day was spent watching various things on netflix, surfing the web, and dancing to the vinyls you missed while you were away. Somehow you ended up dancing down the hallway but tripped over your own feet. You landed strangely on your ankle, hissing in pain. It hurt to put weight on it as you stood back up. You were barely standing before there was a knock at the front door.

“Coming!!” You yelled so the impatient person on the other side would stop knocking so hard. Peeking through the peephole, you saw Jimin holding something in his hand. You opened the door slightly and stuck your head out.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Can I come in?”

“I don’t know Jimin” you tried to shift but put too much weight on the sore ankle. “OW!”

He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

He looked at you for a second before pushing on the door, making you stagger back, face scrunching in pain. He examined you for a moment before noticing the way you kept your foot from touching the ground. He shut the door and picked you up before you could say otherwise. He sat you gently on the couch. You looked at what it was he was holding before to see the fruits he picked up every Thursday.  A weird tradition he started after passing a lone fruit stand on the way home one Thursday.

“I figured, even if I wasn’t here, you might still want fruit.” He was holding an ice pack. Somewhat reluctantly, he sat next to you, propping up your foot onto his lap to tend to your ankle with the ice pack. “Plus I think if I didn’t come Ajumma might have a heart attack.”

He tried to joke but you crossed your leg  and took the ice pack, holding it in place yourself. “You can go now.”

He was quick to respond. “Please don’t shut me out.”

“I’ve been thinking and thinking. Not only about what you and Noona said but what the members have been saying.” He cleared his throat, a sign he was emotional. “I miss my girls but I understand why you don’t miss me.”

You weren’t sure why but you were already tearing up.

“My goddess girl, please don’t cry.” You felt him moving closer until he was close enough to cup your face and bring it towards his, resting his forehead against yours. Your eyes were closed to hold in the tears but you could hear the pain in his voice, knowing he was crying. “My Y/N. I haven’t been the person you need. My attention wasn’t enough but my heart is yours as much as it is hers.”

There was an eternal fight in you. You wanted to keep strong, the way you needed and knew Unnie wanted. Though part of your heart wanted him in the bed with you to complete the warth you used to love feeling at night.

“Jimin, I can’t let you back in that easily. Into my heart or this apartment. You didn’t care about us anymore. We were each a half of some perfect relationship instead of two wholes of a three part heart.”

He blinked in shock remembering his own words from the better days. A hand ran frustratedly through his hair. “Let me show you something.” He stepped around you, going into his room. It was mainly bare of obvious essentials. Clothes mostly gone, rings no where on the dresser, his scent growing faint. He pulled out one of his dressers and reached in the back.

“The picture from our first date all together, your dean’s list letter, the letters we used to slip under each other’s doors when our schedules were out of sync, and -”

“The nightie.”

Lo and behold it was the damn nightie. Mina’s nightie.

“Why do you have this?” you asked, holding up the gown in shock.

“That was the first time Unnie opened up. It wasn’t really directed at me but it was significant.” He still held the box as he sat on the edge of his bed. “I never told either of you this but I had doubts. About what people would think, if I would could be the person you two deserved, if I even wanted to share my girlfriends with each other. But that night, holding both of you in my arms, I knew I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

You remembered clearly once again. Within a few days you were beginning to realize the significance of the expensive blue fabric to your relationship. You were still thinking of what to say to Jimin who was still sitting with the box when you heard the front door.

“Yeoshin-ah. I have snacks!”

You came out the the living room and she smiled until she spotted Jimin. “Jimin, what are-”

“Unnie! You need to RSVP for the wedding.” You said.

She was about to question ‘What wedding’ when you grabbed the invitation from its spot in the kitchen drawer and handed it to her.

“I don’t want to be here.” she stood outside the venue with a scowl that could easily be spotted amongst the dozens of happy faces filing into the banquet hall. You couldn’t subject her the pain of sitting through the ceremony but insisted the reception was something she needed to attend.

You slid your hand into hers but her other felt empty until another hand did the same. She looked over as Jimin smiled reassuringly at her.

The night Jimin showed up, the two of you agreed on letting Jimin stay but all three agreed on giving space between you two and Jimin leading up to the wedding.

He would stop by for dinner or to spend time with the two of you, sometimes staying late and opting to sleep in his room. He would surprise her at work by sending flowers or stopping by the apartment with Hoseok to say hello after practice. Other times he would come help you with a new dance or listen to music together. A few times he even pretended to be sick just to sneak away and see you. He was himself again. He tried to have dinner with the two of you as much as he could. You and Unnie were beginning to trust him again, so much so that some nights you would even insist on him staying but he would decline. He was trying to start from before everything went wrong and prevent himself from making the same mistakes again. This mainly meant no physical contact until he could appreciate the emotional. Which Unnie told you meant he didn’t trust himself yet.

This made the sight of him all dressed up at the wheel of his new car ready for the wedding even better(despite how hard it was to keep your hands off him). You thought you were losing him but instead you were getting the old Jimin back. You were content with how everything was playing out but you knew Unnie would not be until she got something off her chest.

For the first bit of the reception she laid low, knowing the happy couple would be mingling with family and over excited friends. You had to admit, you understood now. They looked better than you imagined. They looked like the people you expected Unnie to be with. The embodiment of perfection, they were Unnie.

Soon the lights went down and it was time for their first dance.

As they sway softly under the spotlight, you noticed Unnie’s tension melting. “Look at them.”

Jimin looked at you and you shook your head, confused as well. “They’re so much happier without me.”

She got up faster than you or Jimin could register. It took an exchanged glance before you were both popping up to follow her. By now the lights were up and people were flooding the dance floor to dance away the memories of the most likely boring ceremony.

“Noona!” Jimin caught her first, grabbing her waist. “I thought you wanted to do this.”

She was looking at the door. “I did until I saw them and how happy they look. I thought, some small hopeful stupid part of me thought, that if I came I would be able to pick up on some small part of them that regretted breaking up with me but they seem happier than ever.”

Jimin back hugged her while you frowned at her sorrow.

“I knew that was you.”

The three of you looked over to see the happy couple. Mina looked even more stunning up close in a gown fit for a princess. Ho Shin exuded manly charm.

You noticed Unnie gulp despite the weak smile she mustered to give. “Congratulations, Mina. Oppa.”

“Hye Soo, Why so formal?” Mina questioned. She stepped to forward to hug her but you held your hand in her way.

“Hi!” her smile faltered for a moment but she smiled and shook your hand then his. “I’m Y/N.”

“Jimin.” Jimin said simply, not bothering to shake their hands. Instead he put an arm around her waist. You stepped back to her side, rather closely.

“Ah, friends of yours.” Mina spoke, an edge to her voice on friends.

You felt Unnie’s hand slip into yours and squeeze. “No, Mina, Y/N is my girlfriend and Jimin is my boyfriend.”

“That’s good to hear. We knew you would be fine without us.” Ho Shin gave her a light, playful punch on the shoulder.

Unnie couldn’t hide her disgust. “Are you serious?”

This time you squeezed her hand, signaling her not to lose her cool. She bit her lip and looked into your eyes. You wanted her to have some sort of closure but not by getting angry. She sighed and looked back at the couple. “I wanted to come to your wedding to ask you why. Why you gave me hope of something like this with the two of you and then took it away so casually. Maybe even tell you off in front of your stupid friends  and your parents. But coming here and seeing your reaction to the people I love, not only did I realize you were ashamed of committing to polyamory but I realized I have something much better now.” She released your hand and stepped away from Jimin’s grasp to cup each of their faces in her hands. “So instead I’m going to wish you the best.” She pecked Mina’s cheek and leaned up to do the same to Ho Shin. She stepped back and held your hands again, letting Jimin lead the way.

You looked over your shoulder at them already being ushered away into another conversation with family members they probably didn't know. You noticed Mina casting glances at your girlfriend and Ho Shin’s forlorn look at his new wife. Unnie may not have been able to see it but you could. You recognized that look. It was look you saw in the mirror everyday you were away from Unnie and Jimin. They regretted it and now it was too late. 

Shoo Hye Soo had found Jimin and you.

The End . . No, Really...