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[hopelessromanticdeviant]

The Rise, The Fall

Chapter 5: Good Demons, Bad Demons

Chapter Summary:

“Your taste in movies is shit.”

“Hey, that was uncalled for!” Hyejin defended from the other part of the kitchen.

“Hahahahahaha, gotchya,” Haru beamed, satisfied with having annoyed him, “I used to be obsessed with it as a teen, and just recently realized how shit it is.”

“Well, I liked it. It’s decent. I would go and join the fandom, for the sake of having at least watched and enjoyed it,” Hyejin defended her own taste this time.

“You know what this means?” Haru said.

“It means you���re seriously emotionally-deprived and have no interest in the area of romance, if you’ve enjoyed this piece of garbage, that is,” Jeongguk answered without queue.

~this is smut

They were in fact, a ‘Twilight.’

There was no doubting it. Dark colored clothes, tall-ass teenage-looking people, fair skin, and expensive cars. It was the worst B-grade supernatural fiction Jeongguk had ever watched. It catered to the fantasy of young girls and left no space to imagine with the most mundane vampires ever.

And, the worst part of it all was…

They were, in fact, a Twilight.

Jeongguk regretted having seen the movie at all. He wasn’t actually going to watch it before, but it piqued his curiosity anyway. He’d just glimpsed through a few parts because it was lying innocently in his study room. Just a few frames of the movie had made him anxious and annoyed.

The characters barely had any character, were all fucking aloof-ass cunts and only cared about themselves and their romantic interest.

Haru had spent the last two days sharing her favorite works of media with Hyejin. He’d overheard some strings of media like Harry Potter, Blade Runner, iCarly, and more.

“Your taste in movies is shit.”

“Hey, that was uncalled for!” Hyejin defended from the other part of the kitchen.

“Hahahahahaha, gotchya,” Haru beamed, satisfied with having annoyed him, “I used to be obsessed with it as a teen, and just recently realized how shit it is.”

“Well, I liked it. It’s decent. I would go and join the fandom, for the sake of having at least watched and enjoyed it,” Hyejin defended her own taste this time.

“You know what this means?” Haru said.

“It means you’re seriously emotionally-deprived and have no interest in the area of romance, if you’ve enjoyed this piece of garbage, that is,” Jeongguk answered without queue.

“I was going to say something similar. But you sound more like an asshole when you say it,” Haru laughed, with all her stomach this time while Hyejin blushed in agony.

Haru was suddenly taken away, staring off into the distance. There was no way Jeongguk was inexperienced with romance. He must’ve had his fair share of gorgeous women; which went well with their apparent profile of mystery and wealth.

“You guys are so mean, and all while you were the one who lent this ‘garbage’!” Hyejin pointed an accusatory finger at Haru, “Besides you both have no experience in the field of romance either so go laugh somewhere else.”

There was a sudden silence as Haru and Jeongguk exchanged glances.

Did romance exist in the demon world? Haru couldn’t help her curiosity anymore; she had to know. There was no way, no way that Jeongguk had no romantic experiences. He was literally a walking, talking Twilight waiting to happen.

Consequently, the topic was changed.

“Give me short-”

“You can’t change the topic when I’m no longer the butt of the joke-”

“books. You know, the ones around 100 to 150 pages that make you go ‘huh.’

“Huh? After you called my taste in movies ‘garbage’? If you’re seriously up to it, I’ll get you a list from one of my friends who reads a lot. I’m not a reader, to be honest.”

It was comical how they began ignoring Hyejin all of a sudden.

“I know you’re not a reader, that’s why I asked you for books,” Jeongguk chuckled.

There was a sudden silence again.

“Well…how do you know that?” Haru egged further because there was no answer the first few seconds, “didn’t we just meet?”

Jeongguk’s face was frozen in his previous chuckle. Haru’s eyes bore into him, and found a grin that basically said that he’d known her since forever.

It was Hyejin’s turn to look away this time. She immediately began looking out the window as she put her cookies into the baking tray, guilt apparent in her eyes.

Jeongguk’s voice immediately became small as he covered, “I could tell. You’d only recommend movies and tv series to Hyejin. Not a single book mentioned.”

“Ah. Okay. The way you looked at me all smug kinda scared me.”

Hyejin gave a pointed look to Jeongguk that basically screamed at him to show some guilt. Jeongguk decided to ignore Hyejin’s looks for the time being; it was overbearing as it is waiting for Taehyung to come back around – and remembering how much they were hiding from the girl made it even worse. Would his human ever trust him again after he told her the truth? Not that he cared about her trusting him, but somehow, somewhere, her candor towards his persona and her image of him had began affecting him.

Before her, he didn’t use many words to relay his actions. Now though, he’d started being more expressive with his choice of words and was also more responsive with his facial expressions. He found himself grinning to himself more often, and beaming at others during light conversations that would make both parties chuckle.

It was a good enough change of pace, with all the tension about their Friday meet coming up.

Haru decided to continue the conversation from before, giving him a much-needed reprieve from his own words of folly.

“Do you not love? In the demon world?” Haru looked at Hyejin, then Jeongguk.

She pressed further when there was no reaction from either, “Seriously, no romance at all?”

Hyejin decided to answer her, meekly – egging at Jeongguk for some reason Jeongguk didn’t know.

“We have ‘relationships’. No romance, though. They’re mostly mutually benefitting situationships.”

Haru didn’t want to ask what a situationship meant in their context. She damn well knew what it meant having those relationships. She wasn’t going to criticize something like that without knowing how it actually worked in their realm. That was like spouting bullshit about someone when you were hanging onto them for dear life, for chrissakes.

“Yeah, I’m fine with that much. No need to explain more.” Haru stopped her from explaining further. There was no need to delve that deep into the demon realm; she stared at Jeongguk in wonder.

Seriously, no romances whatsoever, huh?

She thought Jeongguk shared her gaze, for a mere moment. But blamed it on her imagination later. The air between them had turned much sharper than before. Someone had to intervene to break the ice all over again.

“Before you maul me, we still have two days left before the meeting,” Taehyung abruptly apparated out of thin air, a black cloud of smoke forming and dissipating at the same time.

Haru gasped.

“Taehyung-ssi,” Hyejin acknowledged, “You’re here before time.”

“What the-” Haru pointed between Jeongguk and Taehyung, to and fro, while gasping, “you people can teleport? Like out of thin air?”

These bastards had a horrible habit of going silent when she asked the most important questions. Every conversation led Haru to snowball into huge balls of annoyance. The longer the conversations went on, the more annoyed she would get, waiting for answers.

“Why the hell are you driving cars then?” She pointed at Jeongguk in particular this time, “you could have teleported me home instead of dropping me home in your car.”

 “We have specific rules, when to use our powers and when not to. It’s ingrained in our instincts so it’s hard to explain, human,” Taehyung was the first one to explain.

“You could say teleporting is for emergencies or something exclusive to demon-business only. It’s still very hard to put into words,” Hyejin added.

“We have to be very careful when using our powers, especially when we’ve chosen to show ourselves as human to your kind. I couldn’t have teleported you home. Public places are a no-go, and we can’t apparate to places we haven’t been to before, so inside your house is out of question too.”

“Is this going to be how it is all the time? She’ll keep asking trivial questions every time I’m here?” Taehyung was visibly annoyed.

Before Haru could say anything, Hyejin interrupted.

“Something seems to be bothering you, Taehyung-ssi. Is everything okay?”

“Nothing is okay,” Jeongguk said in a quiet tone as he put his hand to his ear suddenly.

“Why are they crossing so fast?” Jeongguk asked Taehyung.

Hyejin joined in on queue, holding her palm to her ear.

“So many deaths in a single day? It’s like a reaping,” Hyejin commented softly.

“They’re not answering us,” Taehyung said, “Oldies have fortified themselves in the citadel. Nobody can teleport there either. They’ve likely formed a circle and are summoning something. We literally don’t know what’s happening.”

The oven dinged, and Hyejin immediately opened the glass-case. The aroma of fresh cookies filled the room and Haru breathed in deeply. It was already overstimulating, hearing them in such a panicked frenzy. She decided to focus on the smell of the cookies, but found herself getting lightheaded. Deeper and deeper, she tried to breathe in but found no air getting inside her lungs.

She collapsed.

Asphyxiation written on her face as three heads whipped in her direction on the floor.

“Haru!” Jeongguk reached out in an instant and held her body before her head collided with the floor.

.

“Her presence is faint,” Hyejin said to Jeongguk and Taehyung, “It’s getting fainter by the minute.”

This couldn’t be happening. Jeongguk’s little human was getting weaker and weaker.

“Hyung, quick. We have to get to Keumi’s.”

“Have you lost it, Guk-ah?” Taehyung looked at him in disbelief.

“Well, do you have any other option? Both of you?! The way things stand, we can’t take her anywhere, can we now?” Jeongguk was dreading it more, minute by minute.

“Fine. Fast.” Taehyung shared a look with Jeongguk and Hyejin as the three of them disappeared with the human in a puff of black smoke.

“Ho…didn’t notice you coming,” a man with a small stature and rigid features said.

“Off with the chit-chat. This girl right here -,” Taehyung motioned at the girl and stepped away from Jeongguk, worried he might end up touching the human, “-she died and came to life the past week. She fainted and her soul is feeling fainter, as time ticks by. Fuck off with the whys and hows and tell us what we can do, stat.”

“A little respect for an old man, that’s all I ask. Although we’re all old here. Why am I the only one who looks old?”

Taehyung knew this bastard was going to be tricky and waste their time. He sighed in exasperation.

“Well, then, give the girl a few drops of ambrosia. I can’t believe I’m selling my wares for a filthy human.”

Hyejin was used to such conversations, but the way she’d taken a liking to Haru just made her hold the motionless girl's hand in Jeongguk’s arms harder.

“Come on, asshole. Name your price,” Jeongguk said hurriedly.

“Are you sure you’re up to pay? It might be something you’re not ready to hear,” the shriveled man gave a crooked smile and rubbed his palms together.

“Fucking say it already,” Taehyung grabbed the old man by the cloth on his chest as he spat in his face.

“A day of your time on Earth. Exchange it with me. My time’s running out and I have too many wares.”

“What the fuck?” Taehyung was in disbelief. Keumi was never up to any good, and his deals sounded as ridiculous and stupid as his ugly face.

Hyejin placed two fingers near Haru’s nose and felt her faint breath. She stepped up, without wasting time, “I’ll give a day of mine, if you guys are just going to waste time.”

“Wait wait wait, Haru,” Jeongguk interrupted, “You have to listen to all his conditions first. He’ll get you in trouble within seconds otherwise.”

“You come to my workshop and dare insult my craft. You will pay-”

“Yeah, yeah. We will pay dearly; we already told you to name your price. We’ll let you mooch off a day from us, alright?”

The shrewd old man went quiet for a second, then said with a straight face, “A day from all three of you.” He held out three fingers in front of them just in case.

Taehyung was already reaching out to grab the man, when Jeongguk stopped him by holding his arm. Taehyung noticed he’d already laid the girl down.

“Wait, hyung,” Jeongguk said to Taehyung then shifted his attention to Keumi, “Three days from only my time on earth. It’s the same amount, is it not?”

Keumi smiled. The frail old man liked seeing people in anguish. The chaos Jeongguk’s words had caused was the best example of his favorite kind of chaos. Both deals were good as they were – the first one made them argue, while the second one put a significant toll on one of them.

A day off their time on earth meant leaving earth sooner than they were meant to, having less time to complete their earthen duties when the time came. It could mean a lot of different things, but it could work if they handled their time well – when it came.

“I’ll barter a day of mine too,” Hyejin joined in.

“Hyejin-”

“Haru was my friend first, Jeongguk-ssi,” Hyejin stated, curtly. It was her only few instances of showing impoliteness with Jeongguk. And needless to say, Jeongguk was startled.

The way Haru was sharing all her belongings, including toys from her childhood had awakened the teenager in Hyejin. She’d shared the most memorable moments of her life with Hyejin within a few days’ time, and Hyejin had always wanted a friend like Haru. Human she may be, but Hyejin’s negative experiences with society and the differences in Haru’s human nature just made her like Haru more.

“Well then. Don’t leave me out, brother,” Taehyung clapped Jeongguk’s shoulder, “A day from me too, old man.”

Jeongguk was relieved that they were all on the same page. He didn’t need to question Taehyung’s motives. His older brother always had his back in things like these.

“Heh,” Keumi scoffed. He wanted them to argue or waste more time but they were pretty quick to decide.

He held out a vial in front of them which Jeongguk immediately grabbed.

“Sign these.” Keumi held out a scroll which he brought out from between his sleeves.

All three demons placed their personal markings on the paper after giving it a once-over.

“If this comes to bite us back in the ass,” Taehyung said to Keumi, in a deeper voice, “you’re dead meat.”

Keumi gulped.

“Yeah, well I already told you the conditions,” he explained nervously, “mix it with something so that the ambrosia’s taste is indiscernible. Humans aren’t supposed to know what it tastes like.”

“I have tea ready at home; let’s go,” Hyejin was quick to say.

They returned back to the mansion’s kitchen the same way they’d gone to Keumi.

Hyejin quickly poured some black tea in a cup and emptied the vial into it. It was a mere 3-4 drops but it managed to change the color of the tea into a dark creamy color.

Jeongguk settled the girl between her arms and held her head still while Hyejin fed her the tea, slowly, gulp by gulp. Jeongguk would straighten her head after every sip to ensure it reached her stomach.

He laid the girl on the couch in the main hall, where demons who came for business usually waited for him.

“Is she okay? Can you check?” Taehyung said to Hyejin with a look that said, I’m not touching her, you do it.

Hyejin placed two fingers in front of her nose to check her breathing. It was even, and was turning normal.

“Her breathing’s getting normal,” Hyejin said, relieving Jeongguk.

Jeongguk sighed and took a seat at the adjacent armchair.

Taehyung and Hyejin too, took respective seats in the couches.

“This is scary shit, man. First the council goes crazy, then the girl decides to die again…”

It didn’t hit until a few seconds of Taehyung saying the last line had passed.

“Wait…”Hyejin gave a look that said Are you thinking what I’m thinking?, “Was it consequent with that event? Like the reaping? The elders weren’t answering.”

“No doubt about it.” Jeongguk stated firmly.

“Jeongguk, you’ve been saving a dead girl. I hope you’re aware,” Taehyung said.

Hyejin sighed, rubbing her temples. What did they get themselves into?

Just then, Haru began coming to.

The girl slowly opened her eyes and gauged her surroundings. She looked at the familiar faces and began to sit up.

“Relax. Keep lying down if you want to,” Hyejin immediately got up and sat beside Haru.

“Why was I unconscious?” Disheveled was an understatement. Haru held her head, keeping herself steady.

“Again with the questions,” Taehyung said, holding a poker face.

.

“Jeongguk, can you please, please help me find out-“

“I’m already looking into it,” Jeongguk interrupted, knowing what was coming, “I’m looking into your case, Haru.”

“Two days later, we’re having a proper meeting about this,” Hyejin notified Haru and reminded the other two, “Let’s hope we have something worth moving forward.”

Haru nodded at Hyejin.

Jeongguk took solace in the fact that his name was the first one to come out of her mouth when she needed help. That would do, for now.

“Hyejin, do you think I’ll live?” Haru turned to Hyejin.

Jeongguk was unsure about having to share such attention with Hyejin. Although, it wasn’t an actual problem for him.

“Let’s hope for the best, Haru. I sure as hell am not losing my only female friend ever. I’ll do all I can to help you.”

That was reassurance on a lot of levels. Haru was thankful, truly; it showed on her face.

“I’ll check in with the council now,” Taehyung said, “Seems like they’re taking calls again.”

“Till then, you take care, Haru,” Taehyung gave an upward nod to Haru when he said her name; acknowledging her by name for the first time. He promptly smoked out.

“They better have an actual answer for this. Whatever this was, a reaping or sudden outburst – they will have to answer this time. They’ve been getting away with way too much just because of their authority. It correlates with our current situation, so I’m not letting this go.”

Jeongguk was truly outraged.

Haru wanted to tear up due to all the concern she was getting. What would she have done had she fell into the wrong hands? Thank goodness for these three good demons.

“Will you let me know once you find out what’s happening?” Haru looked at Jeongguk, then Hyejin.

“You can count on it,” Hyejin replied for the both of them.

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a jin a day while he is away ♥

day 493 (cr. 0613data)

[animeniacss]

So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 20 - A Surprise in the Fields

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 6.7k words

Chapter 20 - A Surprise in the Fields

Mina saw all of their eyes widen as the room fell into silence. However, she only smiled.

“…What?” Her father asked.

Mina didn’t falter in her statement. She said it again. “I’d like to end my engagement.”

Now Mingyu piped up. “What?” he asked. Mina looked at him again, shaking her head as a cue for him to sit back and watch. She looked back to her father, who looked mortified. “I’m sorry, Father. I recently fell in love with someone else. Back home. We reconnected when I went back to visit Mother. I just…Mingyu isn’t the man I want to be with anymore.”

“…Was it the flower choice?” Mingyu asked. The unexpectedness of that comment had Mina chuckle a bit, and when she turned to Mingyu once again, he had a genuine look of concern on his face. “It thought they were really pretty and Christmassy.”

“How did this happen?” Mr. Miyou asked. Mina smiled.

“We met at a party.” She said. “It was really romantic. He introduced himself and when some drunken fool tried to bother me, he protected me. He told the guy off and stayed by my side the rest of the night. He and I only knew each other that day but he made sure I had a good time. He was so nice.” Mingyu’s shoulders dropped as he listened, biting his lip. Mina turned to Mingyu again, smiling sadly. “And then he took me to Tokyo Tower and we had lunch the next day. We had a great time. I knew then that would be the person I was destined to marry. That guy.”

Her father looked stunned as Mina’s eyes sparkled during her story. “Who is this guy in Japan?” Mina’s father asked. For some reason, despite completely expecting her father to ask such a question, she had not spent any part of the ride preparing a response that would make sense. She pursed her lips.

“Taro Yamada.” She said quickly. Mingyu immediately recalled the “drunken fool” from her Christmas party that was trying to bother Mina. He chuckled a bit in amusement.

“You can do better.” He said simply, putting his hands in his pocket. Mina smiled.

“The point is, I don’t want to be with Mingyu anymore. We have spent time together trying to make this work but…it seems we both love different people. And I know Mingyu won’t end the relationship. He’s too kind. So, I will. I don’t want to be in a miserable marriage.”

“It was absolutely the flowers that did it,” Mingyu said under his breath. Mina pulled her ring off her finger, gently setting it on the table before her.

“I’m sorry, Father. I want to return home as soon as possible.”

“Mina.” Her father gasped, but Mina was already heading out the door. Mingyu watched her for a moment before his father called to him.

“Mingyu, what did you tell her?” He asked. Mingyu frowned. “Go talk to her and fix this.”

Mingyu looked down at the ring that had been sitting on his finger since the engagement. He simply slipped it off, setting it beside Mina’s. “No.” He said simply, before walking out of the office and closing the door behind him. He saw Mina stop at the top of the step and hurried over. “Mina.” He called.

Mina turned to him when she heard the footsteps. He looked grateful but also confused. “I told myself I wouldn’t win your heart unfairly. Even when I tried to, I failed.” Mingyu blinked. “I want you to be happy. I want you to smile. You can act well I’m sure, but you’ll never truly be happy with me. That’s just as miserable for me.”

“Mina…” Mingyu sighed softly. “I’m-.”

“Don’t you dare...” She said quickly. “I should apologize. I’ve taken two months of your life that you should have been spending in bliss with someone else. I won’t take her spot anymore. It hurts now, but I’ll be okay.” Mingyu nodded. “You should go find her.”

Mingyu’s head was still reeling from the experience. “I don’t think she wants to see me.” He said.

“She does,” Mina assured. “She has all of your presents still displayed in her home, and when she talked about you today, her eyes still had that same sparkle in them.” Mingyu watched Mina step closer to him. She got on her tiptoes, balancing herself by holding onto his arm as she kissed his cheek. He felt his ears heat up, and he looked away from her for a second. It made her laugh.

“Even so, she’s upset with me.” He said. “I messed it all up.”

Mina shrugged. “I know exactly what will make her feel better.” She suggested. “If I’ve learned anything about the both of you, a gift is the one thing she always expects from you when you’re away for so long.” Mingyu finally felt a real smile form on his face, and Mina once again was hit by its infectiousness.

“Okay.” He said. “I’ll take you back to the house and then-.” Mingyu stopped his mind immediately beginning to think. She watched him; her smile still prevalent as she waited to see what he would come up with. “I have an idea. I need to make some phone calls.” Mina watched as Mingyu prepared to stro forward, but stilled. Mina caught his gaze. “Come on.” He said.

“Hm?”

“I’ll take you home.” He smiled. “I also need your help.”

“My help?” Her eyes widened. “Even after all of this?” Mingyu nodded.

“I need to know what you think of my idea.” Mina hesitated for a minute, unsure if she should go. She remembered what happened the last time she tried to help him. However, the longer she stared at his beaming face, the harder she was finding it to say no.

“Okay…” she finally breathed out, before approaching him. Mingyu grinned, and the duo descended the steps. It only took a second for Mingyu to look in her direction.

“You’re not actually going to Japan to marry that ‘drunken fool’, right?” Mina had to laugh, covering her mouth.

“Over you? I’d rather spend the rest of my life alone.”

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You watched as Joshua and Jeonghan paced the room in front of you. They seemed stressed, but a different kind of stress than they have expressed ever since your contracts flashed red in the first place. You had no idea what to say because you were just as lost as them, and you simply waited with bated breath for one of them to speak.

Finally, Jeonghan chose to. “We have another shot.”

“How?” Joshua asked. “Mingyu is living with another woman and has a ring on her finger.”

“Thanks for the mental image.” You said. Joshua quickly offered you a sympathetic look.

“Well, if it’s not red any more then that means we didn’t fail. It’s back at neutral.” Jeonghan said simply.

“I know that.” Jeonghan put his hand on his hips.

“We should really call Seungcheol now.” He said.

“I think you just want to see me get beat up again,” Joshua said.

“No.” He sighed. “But he’s the only one who knows exactly what is going on. He can tell us what this means.”

“That makes sense.” You finally popped up. “If he’s the head angel of your group, then he must be in the loop with how everything is going. Maybe he can give us more details.”

“I can if you want.” The three of you looked towards the new voice that popped into the conversation, eyes on the balcony. Seungcheol stepped in, closing the balcony door behind him. He put his hands in his pockets. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to see you again.”

You pursed your lips together, confused by how jovial he sounded as he said that. “Thanks?” Seungcheol grinned at your question.

“Is it just you?” Jeonghan asked.

“Yeah.” He clapped his hands together. “I told them that if you two don’t screw this up royally again, they can all come with me to welcome you back home.” The duo shared a glance before Seungcheol began to explain. “I can’t say much, but I do know that both of you are so incredibly lucky. Whatever happened to Mingyu and this girl, probably won’t last. You need to act right now.”

“But what do we do?” Jeonghan asked.

“What even happened?” Joshua asked. Seungcheol glanced at you, the intensity of his stare making you shiver.

“Don’t be too upset with him, okay?” He suggested. “Hear him out.”

“Okay.” You said softly.

Seungcheol walked up to the two angels before him, patting their shoulders. “I can’t really say much else.” He said. “If he comes to you, help him out. Even if you’re upset with him-.” His eyes shot at Joshua, who immediately avoided his gaze. “I can’t stay around or do anything to interfere. But I’ll have my eyes and ears on everything.”

“Okay,” Jeonghan said.

“I feel like we’re about to rob a bank.” You said. You didn’t expect the trio to give you absolutely disgusted looks even suggesting something like that would happen. “I’m kidding.” You emphasized.

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Mingyu was pacing the floor of his living room frantically. “Please pick up. Please.” He begged to himself, listening as the phone continued to ring and ring. Finally, when he heard a confused ‘Hello’, he gasped. “Hyung!”

“…Mingyu?” Hoshi sat up at his desk, pencil in hand and phone on the other. He looked over at his bed, where Jihoon was propped against the side. His eyes immediately rose from his phone.

“Hyung, I need your help. Minnie and Seungkwan won’t pick up.”

“They’re not happy with you.” He pointed out.

“Hyung, I need to make this right and I have my chance. I really need all of your help.”

“What about Mina?”

His eyes darted to the woman in question as she turned her phone off, sticking it into her pocket and examining her luggage, the one time this would probably ever happen. “I’ll explain everything to you when we meet. Please.”

He heard Hoshi hum on the other line and he was beginning to grow impatient. However, he had no room to make demands on Hoshi or any of his friends. He heard the bedroom door open and saw Mina pull a few suitcases into view. He hurried over, grabbed them, and helped her bring one to the living room, his phone still pressed between his ear and shoulder. It seemed she was on the phone as well, listening to the other person on the line. “Hyung, please.” He begged. “You don’t have to talk to me anymore after this if you can’t forgive me. Just help me.”

“Fine.” Hoshi finally said. “I’ll call the others and talk to them.”

“Thanks, Hyung.” He said. “I’m going to get dinner in an hour. If you guys help, please meet me there, okay? I’ll put the address in a group chat”

“Okay,” Hoshi said before hanging up. The uncertainty in his friend's voice made Mingyu exhale a deep sigh of anxiety. Looking down at his phone, he watched his background pop up. He had yet to change it since getting it back from his father, one of you, and him at the fireworks on the beach, holding up a half-burnt sparkler. It was one of the ones that did not get the entirety of the fireworks in the background. He could see Hoshi in the corner of the screen, remembering him and Seungkwan running around with their sparklers. He pulled up his photos, scrolling to that one and the others that surrounded it. His phone was a wall of similar pictures stacked beside one another of the both of you at the fireworks. He scrolled a bit farther, coming across photos of the group of you the morning of your birthday, stuffing their faces with muffins and coffee. Mingyu pulled up a picture of you standing with Hoshi and Minnie, Hoshi’s hands reached up to put a little birthday crown on your head. Even behind his arm, he could still make out your amused grin.

“Are they going to help?” she asked. Mingyu looked over, thumb ghosting over the photo before he could swipe. Mina offered him a little smile.

“I hope.” He said. “I can’t blame them if they don’t.”

“If I know anything about your friends, they’ll come through. They just seem that those kinds of people.” She walked over, catching sight of the photo on his phone. Mingyu held back the urge to stick his phone in his pocket when Mina reached out and took it. She looked at the picture. “I regret not coming downstairs for presents and stuff.” She said. “I was too emotional about everything. I made Jihoon tell everyone I was asleep.”

“Oh,” Mingyu said. Mina motioned the phone back as if to ask if she could continue to scroll silently. Mingyu, though a bit hesitant, nodded. She smiled, her finger swiping through each photo.

“She looked really pretty.” She said. Looking over at Mingyu, she smiled. “Must have been romantic.”

“Aha…” Mingyu’s cheeks turned red, averting his eyes. Mina handed his phone back with an amused giggle.

“No need to tell me the details. I know,” she said. “I saw.” When she saw Mingyu’s nervous smile turn into a stunned and embarrassed expression spread across his entire face, she laughed a bit. “Don’t look at me like that. You did it right in the open in front of the house. I’m sure everyone saw.”

“You think?”

“I’m almost confident,” she said, leaving Mingyu to groan in embarrassment at his hands. She simply strolled to the front door and patted her luggage. “Now, let’s get this by the door so they’re ready for my car.”

“Your car?” Mingyu’s eyes widened.

“I called while you were on the phone. I’ll be heading to the airport right away and going home.”

Mingyu waited with Mina outside of the house for her car, the one that would take her to the airport. “Are you going to be fine waiting at the airport?” he asked. Mina laughed a bit, nodding her head.

“Yes. I can easily have the family plane sent over to get me. If not, I have enough money for a ticket. My father won’t let me go back without a good enough explanation and I’m not really ready to explain everything yet. Besides, I miss home. Living in Korea forever would have eventually made me really homesick.” She turned to Mingyu, who stuck his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels as a way to pass the time. “Make sure you actually get her to forgive you, okay?”

Mingyu’s expression soured. “You think she won’t?” he asked.

“No,” Mina assured. “I do. I’m just saying to make sure it will work.” Mingyu nodded. “And if you’re not planning to stop talking to me after this, I hope we can still work together one day.” Mingyu chuckled to himself, nodding.

“Maybe,” he said. Mina nodded her head. “Only if you promise to not marry that sleaze.”

“I told you I won’t.” She said behind a laugh, and Mingyu chuckled along with her. She felt a warm bubble in her stomach as his laugh hit her ears, a feeling she had long missed since all this happened. “This is exactly what I wanted,” she said, looking up at him again. Mingyu cocked an eyebrow, unsure of what she meant. However, she turned her heel, watching as the car she called for was approaching. “Ah. There.” she motioned to the car as it pulled up to them, the driver stepping out to help with bags. Mina turned to Mingyu one final time. “Go get her back, okay? Don’t let my sacrifice be in vain.”

“Oh, sacrifice, hm?” Mingyu again had to chuckle in amusement. He picked up her heaviest luggage, sticking it into the trunk before closing it. The driver opened the passenger’s door for her, and she offered him one more look. "Get home safe,” he said. Mina nodded her head politely.

“Bye.” She said, before slipping into the car. Mingyu crossed his arms over his chest as the car started up, pulling from the house and onto the street until it was out of his sight. It was then he felt his phone going off in his pocket a mile a minute, and he had to keep himself calm, the only indicator of his excitement being the corners of his lips curling into a smile. He immediately returned to the house to get his own things and head to the restaurant.

He would fix all of it. He just needed to plan.

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Mingyy sat at the table of the restaurant, eyes darting nervously around the room. Servers were brought out food, patrons strolled in and out. The longer he waited, the slower time seemed like it was going. Therefore, the more anxious he got. Leaning back in his seat, he covered his eyes. They said they would come. Where are they? He thought to himself. Did they change their minds?

“Are you falling asleep over here?” A familiar voice alerted Mingyu straight ahead, watching as Seungkwan and Hoshi nestled in the booth across from him. Minnie plopped at his side, setting her bag on the table in front of her. He glanced at the figure at the edge of the table, where Jihoon was standing. Awkwardly. It was obvious that without Joshua, Jeonghan, or you in the mix, Jihoon kind of looked like the adult who was unfortunately placed at the kids dinner table.

Sensing the moment of awkwardness, he nodded his head. “...I was at Hoshi’s when you called.” He said simply, motioning to the flustered individual at his side. Mingyu couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, nodding his head.

“No, it’s a good thing you came. I didn’t know how to get in contact with Joshua or Jeonghan without…” his voice trailed off, but he shook his head. “That’s not the worry right now. I’m glad you guys came. I really thought you wouldn’t want to.”

“I was debating it,” Minnie said. “After the shit that happened at the engagement party.”

“I know.” Mingyu sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Where is she anyway?” Hoshi asked, looking around. “Mina.”

“She…” Mingyu needed another deep breath, his heart beating in his chest like a wild animal attempting to escape its cage. “She went back home.” The stunned expressions from the table were expected, and Mingyu continued. “We uh…she ended it.”

“You’re fucking kidding.” Minnie gasped, eyes wide. Mingyu nodded sheepishly.

“Yeah. That’s why I called. I want to make things right. With everyone. You guys first.” He was clearly getting embarrassed the more he thought about it. “I fucked everything up and I am so sorry. All the help you guys offered me for her birthday plans at the beach house and I threatened all of it because of my father and his stupid fucking threats.”

“...Threats?” Hoshi asked soft worry in his voice.

Seungkwan’s “threats?” were laced with so much curiosity that his eyes widened. Mingyu nodded.

“He has files on all of you from school. He’s been keeping tabs since I started school and I had no idea. When he heard I had started a relationship he threatened all of your futures.” He shook his head.

“You really hurt her,” Minnie said, and Mingyu nodded in agreement, eyes cast down on the table. “I don’t think she’ll ever recover.”

“I know. And instead of sticking up to him and calling his bluff, I sat my ass down and took it.” He shook his head. “It’s almost laughable now. I’m so embarrassed.”

“You should be,” Minnie said. “It was a stupid decision that came out of nowhere.”

“I know,” he said. “But that’s why I need your guy's help. I want to make it right. Please.” he glanced at Jihoon, who simply listened, his eyes cast out the window. He scanned his friend's faces, all of whom took the silence to process what Mingyu had said. None of them looked shocked, but none of them looked angry either. The neutrality in their faces seemed to fuel the dread in Mingyu’s chest even more. “Please…” he said again. “Do I need to get on the floor and deep bow? I will.”

“...Absolutely, Hyung,” Seungkwan said, only to receive a stern look from Minnie. “What? He offered.” Before Minnie could convince Mingyu not to, he got out of his seat in the booth. The group looked around at the surrounding patrons, all of whom bore witness to this six-foot man kneeling down on the marble restaurant floor, hands pressed at his sides as he lowered his head all the way to the floor.

“I’ll stay here as long as I have to. Until you agree to help me. Not forgive me, but help me. Please, I cannot lose her over this. Or you guys….”

When silence filled the booth, he waited for the sound of squeaking shoes to follow. He knew it was coming, so he closed his eyes, forehead pressed firmly to the cool floor. However, instead of squeaking shoes, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Finally propping himself up, he saw Seungkwan leaning over.

“I was kidding,” he said in amusement. “Of course we’ll help.” Relief washed over Mingyu and it took every fiber of his being not to cry. He got up, sliding back in the booth. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Seungkwan stopped him. “We cannot listen to your plan on empty stomachs, Hyung.”

“You’re shameless,” Jihoon commented with a grin, and Seungkwan’s shield of confidence immediately crumbled him into a blushing mess. Mingyu, however, simply grinned.

“Order whatever you guys want,” he said, motioning for Jihoon to finally sit. “Before my father cancels my card. Max it out for all I care!” He leaned forward, calling over his waitress to finally begin serving them before finally diving into his plan.

As his table melted into the familiar chatter he had long since missed, he knew he could do this. ‘

Suddenly, Seungkwan’s eyes widened behind his drink. “Minnie! Give me my money back!”

“What? Why?!” She gasped.

“I told you the engagement would end!”

“You place a bet on me?!” Mingyu gasped.

“I said that he would end the engagement.” Minnie snapped back. “So technically you don’t win.”

“Neither do you!”

“...You place a bet on me?!” MIngyu asked again when he realized he was ignored the first time. Jihoon patted Mingyu on the shoulder, shaking his head.

“They’ve placed about 3 bets on you.” He said simply. Mingyu rolled his eyes in annoyance, watching as the duo argued well through the meal.

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It was the following day when Joshua and Jeonghan were planning lunch. Joshua went to get it, assuming it would be you, returning from a needed stroll that you had decided to take in hopes of clearing your head. However, he was shocked when Hoshi and Jihoon were standing at the door.

“Not the pairing I would have expected, but I am pleased regardless.” He saw Jihoon sneak him a displeased sneer. “What do you need?”

“Mingyu needs your help.” Joshua could hear Jeonghan hurrying towards the door as well when the sink turned off, poking his head into the conversation. “We need to all meet at the campus as soon as possible. Do you have any art supplies?”

“Would the school not have art supplies?” Jeonghan cocked an eyebrow. “Why?” He brushed off the side eye from Joshua.

“What does he have planned?” Joshua asked curiously. Jihoon and Hoshi shared a look.

“How much time do we have before she gets home?” Jihoon asked curiously.

“A little while, I guess,” Jeonghan said.

“Let’s go,” Hoshi said, motioning them out. “We’ll explain on the way.” Despite being confused, Jihoon and Hoshi simply took the duo’s wrists and led them out of the apartment, Jeonghan struggling to close and lock up as he was being tugged away.

By the time you had gotten home, the apartment had been quiet for some time, the sun already dipping further behind the horizon. You saw the counters in the kitchen were filled with food mid-prep, an unusual sight. “Did they forget something?” You mumbled to yourself. Simply brushing your confusion off as nothing, you headed into the bathroom. “I need to shower. Even when it’s getting cold, I sweat.” With your arms stretched over your head, you made your way into the bathroom and closed the door behind you.

A warm shower was just what you needed to loosen your tight joints and muscles, some of which were still sore from the walking you were doing around the block. When you stepped out, you immediately sensed something. The same stillness that welcomed you home was still looming through the apartment. Tugging your shirt over your torso, you poked your head out of the bathroom again. “Hello?” you called. Nothing. “…Joshua?” You called. “Jeonghan?” Again, nothing. “Huh.” You stepped into the living room, sinking onto the couch and crossing your arms.

For only a moment, the peace that being alone left you with made you feel just that, peace. You turned the TV on, flipped through a magazine, and scrolled your phone. However, even with the buzz of the TV before you low, the silence was deafening. You looked over to the door, then the balcony. Nothing.

“What am I supposed to do?” You muttered to yourself. “I can’t remember what being alone feels like.” You hummed at the thought. Joshua and Jeonghan had been by your hip this long, being alone felt like a new experience. Even when you felt at your loneliest, they were always there to try their best to cheer you up. Looking down at your hands, you balled them into fists. “I really screwed everything up for them, hm?” you mumbled to yourself. It wasn’t cold, but your hands rubbed one another as if they tried making friction to warm up. “How many people can say that they fuck up a contract with two angels? It’s once in a lifetime and I completely missed the mark.”

You rose from the couch once more, making your way into the bedroom for some pajamas, ready to nestle into something comfy and end your day with a warm meal and maybe a beer. All you saw to even begin to remind you that they have been living in your apartment for the past few months was a few photos of the three of you along the college campus, and the beautiful burgundy dress that was hanging out of your closet. You walked over to it, gently tugging at the cloth. Your fingers brushed against it, tickled by the gentle feel of the fabric along your fingers. “This will be nice to wear for Christmas.” It was at the mention of the holiday, which was still two months away, but felt so close to you, that Mingyu popped in your mind for the first time in a while. His smile danced through your mind as he held out your birthday present. His hands ghosted along your neck and collarbone and he adorned it on your neck. You sighed, finally pushing the dress deeper into the closet and closing it, hoping to completely block the memories from resurfacing again.

It was then you heard the door opening, and you returned from your home. Expecting Joshua and Jeonghan, you were stunned to see Minnie. She turned to you, tugging her hair into a ponytail and smiling. “Hey.” She said.

“Hey.” You walked over. “What are you doing here? Everything okay?”

“Oh, everything is more than okay.” She said. “In fact, we need to go out.”

“What?” You asked. “Right now?”

“Right now.” She said simply. “Go get dressed.”

“I’m already dressed.” You said. Unimpressed eyes scanned your tee shirt and jeans, before staring directly at you with another wide grin.

“Go get dressed into something else.” She corrected. When you opened your mouth to respond, Minnie only pointed. “Go. There’s no time to argue with me. Trust me, okay?”

“What should I wear?” you asked, finally walking back into your room. You heard Minnie following behind. “I was planning on staying in tonight.”

“Wear something cute. Maybe a skirt and a cute top? Oh! Or maybe-.”

“Nicha Yontararak.” You said. Minnie’s eyes widened at the mention of her Thai name. “You did not set me up on a blind date, did you?”

“What?” Minnie scoffed. “No.”

“Minnie.” You said, unimpressed by her attempt to lie.

“I really didn’t!” She said quickly. “Trust me! Now, get dressed so we can go!”

She watched as you scanned your drawers for an outfit that better matched her very vague description of ‘cute’. “You’re going to 100 percent thank me later.”

“I very highly doubt that, considering how confused I am.” Grabbing a long-sleeved striped tee shirt, you made your way to the closet. Digging through, your eyes hit your red dress again, but you immediately pushed it from view in favor of a pair of denim overalls. “There. Better?” Minnie watched you hold the outfit up, her hands stopping mid-text on her phone. It took her a second, but she smiled.

“Perfect.” She said. You watched her look down, typing away on her phone once again.

“Who are you texting?” you asked curiously. “He’s waiting.”

“You’re date.” She grinned.

She only laughed as you groaned. “Minnie, what?!”

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“I hope everything goes well,” Mingyu said.

“It will,” Hoshi said in assurance.

“Unless it doesn’t. Y’know, being horribly last minute and everything.”

“Why do we still invite you to things?” Seungkwan asked, looking down at the grinning Jihoon as he walked over to a collection of items everyone had brought.

“Hoshi told me to come.”

Hoshi had to cover his face when he felt Seungkwan give him a very amused side glance, choosing to ignore his friend as he continued to work. “I think this will be amazing, Mingyu!” Hoshi said frantically, hoping to divert Seungkwan’s attention. He was holding a few string lights in his hands, smiling.

“You think? Jihoon-Hyung’s right, it’s last minute.”

“It’ll be fine,” Jeonghan said. He patted Mingyu on the shoulder, making the broader individual look over. “She’ll love it.” He nodded, eyes wandering over to Joshua. He was sitting at one of the picnic tables, markers, and papers from the art room spread in front of him. He was scribbling something down, eyes focused on his job: making a few signs. He had already done 3, and this was going to be his fourth. Mingyu excused himself from Jeonghan, who watched him approach Joshua. Jeonghan crossed his arms before Jihoon called him over to help with collecting lights from a box. “Aaah, I’m already too tired for this.” he groaned, only to be ignored when a fistful of lights were stuffed in his arms.

Mingyu sat down across from Joshua, only the movement of the table making him look up. He set his markers down. Mingyu, flustered, looked down at the current sign. It was white, the only color coming from the red and pink hearts surrounding what looked to be the pencil sketch of a saying.

“Do you have everything?” Joshua finally cut through the silence. Mingyu nodded, patting his pocket in reassurance.

“Yep.” He said simply. Joshua nodded, eyes darting back down to color in one of the hearts. “Do you think she’ll forgive me?” He asked softly. Joshua could hear the worry and uncertainty in Mingyu’s voice, directing his attention back to the man across from him. Mingyu pressed his hands together in a tight ball. His eyes were shaking with unanswered questions. Setting the marker down, Joshua shrugged.

“I can’t say for sure,” he said.

“You spend more time with her than anyone,” Mingyu said. “That’s kind of why I’m here asking you.” Joshua nodded his head. “I can tell you’re still mad at me. I don’t blame you.”

“I’m not mad,” Joshua said, crossing his arms and leaning back. He scrunched his nose as he thought, finally nodding his head. “Just disappointed.”

“Oh come the fuck on.” Mingyu groaned with a slight chuckle, palm pressed to his forehead. He heard Joshua chuckle a bit and looked up once again. Joshua spun the sign towards Mingyu. A red marker spun in his direction as well, and Mingyu cocked an eyebrow. Joshua looked down at the paper, a small smile on his lips. “What?” Mingyu asked.

“You have to write the ‘I love you’ of course,” Joshua explained. When he saw Mingyu’s cheeks tint pink, Joshua only pushed the marker closer.

“Why can’t you write it?” Mingyu asked.

“Because if I do then I know someone over there will absolutely make it a bigger deal than it is.” Joshua pointed to the group of individuals who crowded the rest of the supplies. Mingyu chuckled, finally reaching out and taking the marker. Joshua leaned his cheek on his hand as he watched Mingyu write the phrase. “Besides. She wants to hear it from you, not me….” Mingyu’s hand stopped writing for a second, glancing up at Joshua as he simply reached for another color, leaning over and adding a few little doodles and decorations in the corners.

“...She really thought it was me she was confessing to?” He asked. Joshua nodded his head.

“Yeah. It was kind of cute.” he chuckled to himself. “She’s crazy about you, Mingyu. Did you know the first night I met her she was drunk and crying about you going on vacation?”

“Shut up, she was not.” Mingyu’s eyes widened. Joshua nodded, the duo chatting over the first night you and Joshua met as they doodled around the rest of the poster.

Nighttime got closer, which meant you were on your way with Minnie. Knowing this made Mingyu’s palms sweaty, and he paced the area in hopes of calming himself down. He felt his heart pick up, and he let out a shaky breath. “Oh, God I might throw up.” He put his hands on his hips, walking a few paces back and forth. “What if she doesn’t forgive me?”

“Mina’s still available,” Jihoon said. Hoshi hit him in the arm as he laughed. Mingyu took a few deep breaths.

“You think she’ll like all of this?” he motioned to the scene before him, to his friends who all once again banded together to help him out in a bind. Mina was right, they all really were there when it mattered.

“If we didn’t think it would work, we wouldn’t be here,” Seungkwan said simply, peeling at a few boxes of wrapped lights. “Just tell her how you feel.”

“I did that already. Like twelve times.”

“Do it a thirteenth,” Jeonghan said.

Mingyu ran his hand through his hair and snorted. “Oh wow. Thanks…” Among the snickering individuals, he heard someone calling his name. When he looked over, he saw one of the lingering students chatting to someone, pointing to the group in the field. Mingyu sprinted over to the edge of the field, where a woman in a pair of slacks, a bun with a baseball cap, and a polo shirt with a company logo on it. She had a white bag gripped in her hands. Mingyu studied the logo and saw it read Byeong Florist.

“Kim Mingyu?.” She asked. Mingyu nodded and was given a white bag. He took it from her hands, muttering a quick thank you before the woman nodded her head. He watched her walk away for a minute.

“What the…?” Mingyu looked down, opened it up, and looking inside. He was immediately met with a little bouquet of flowers, and his eyes widened. “Hm?” He pulled them out, seeing a note fall to his feet. He knelt down and picked it up, flipping the paper open.

Don’t worry. They’re not meant to be from me to you. Give them to her, okay? She’ll love them. Good luck! - Mina

When Mingyu looked up, the florist delivery woman was already gone, and Mingyu couldn’t help but chuckle. “Alright, then…” he said. Turning his head, he admired the scene before him. “She’ll probably be here soon,” he said.

“Minnie said they were on their way about 5 minutes ago,” Seungkwan said.

“What!?” Mingyu’s eyes widened. “Oh, crap. Okay, what am I supposed to do? Uh-.” Joshua watched as Mingyu rambled to himself, trying to figure out exactly what else he could do to make this perfect before you arrived. He reached out, putting his hand on Mingyu’s shoulder once more. Mingyu looked over, confused as to the sudden increase in Joshua’s physical touch at the moment. Joshua smiled.

“If you stress, she’ll notice.” He said simply. Mingyu felt his shoulders relax, and Joshua could feel his fingers tingle just a little bit. “You’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” Mingyu breathed out, nodding his head. “Fine.”

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“Why are we going to the campus?” you asked, looking at Minnie. “Aren’t classes just about done for the day?”

“Yeah,” Minnie said. “That’s the perfect time for a date. Nobody is there to bother you. The guy is really nice. He goes to our school.”

“How do you know him?” you asked.

“We are in the same economics class.” She said simply. You hummed. “Just give him a chance. You should get back out there instead of crying over Mingyu.”

“I’ve done no such thing.” You huffed in embarrassment. Minnie’s eyes pierced you. “…Recently.”

Minnie eyed the school as it came into view, and you gulped. The idea of going on a date with someone when you spent all of your college life pining after Mingyu seemed…weird. You didn’t think you’d ever do something like this. However, Minnie reached out and took your hand. “Don’t worry.” She said. “I promise I wouldn’t steer you wrong.”

“Okay.” You said softly. “I guess I’ll trust you.” Your friend smiled in excitement, before picking up the pace. As the both of you headed onto campus, you looked around. Most of the buildings were dark, and closed for the night. A few handfuls of students were still around campus, most heading home for the night or to the library for a late-night study session. You caught a few glances in your direction. In fact, a lot of people were looking in your direction. You looked at Minnie once more. “Why do I feel everyone we see is staring at us?” you asked. “Do I look ridiculous?”

“No. You look cute.” She assured. “Don’t mind them.” Minnie led you down one of the paths on campus, towards the fields where you and Mingyu had originally planned for your birthday weekend. You could remember Mingyu eagerly telling you how he had planned everything for you already, and how excited that made you. The memory made you smile, and Minnie seemed to notice. “You haven’t even seen everything yet, and you’re smiling?”

“Everything?” you asked. “I thought we were meeting one of your classmates.”

“I lied, dummy.” Minnie grinned. Before you could ask for further information, you and Minnie both turned the corner. When your eyes landed on the field a few feet away, they immediately widened.

Mingyu was standing on the field. It was dark, but you could make out his basic features. He was pacing the feet around him, seemingly deep in thought. You looked at Minnie, who shook her head.

“Idiot, I told him to put all of the lights on early so we can all see. It’s getting too dark.” She muttered. “HEY! Mingyu!” Immediately he looked up, and you felt a gust of wind beside you. When you turned to check it, Minnie was already long gone, hidden back around the corner. You could see her long black hair poking out a bit under one of the campus street lights. You turned your attention back to Mingyu once more, and he only smiled in your direction. You hesitated as you stepped onto the field, trying to get a better idea of what was going on. The light of the moon and the few lights still on only left you with a basic and dim view of Mingyu and his attire, standing in front of what looked to be a tree. You watched him turn to you.

When he called your name, you felt your heart speed up, pounding in your ears as the lights turned on. 

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Missing these 2 goofballs so much I ended up writing 3 smutty pieces about them 😇 stay tuned!

[equalityisuandme]

FACE. CARD. ON. POINT.

going jinsane because of him

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AT HIS DESIRE

Pairings: Kim Seokin X afab reader

WARNINGS: 18+ smut MDNI : porn without plot, unprotected sex, pussy eating, use of toys, anal fingering, master kink, reader's hands are tied together, used of the word "pet", oral sex, dirty talk

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Kneeling on the hardwood floor hurt my knees and back. My back is arched, and I can see the ceiling. The rope slashes the skin on my wrists and upper arms. Time is a figment of my imagination because I have no idea how long I've been here. But I'll be patient. Patiently. This is how Master likes me: chained and partially hanged from the ceiling in my underpants. He'll be overjoyed. That is what I crave. It is my only goal in life. I live my life to please Him. My suffering is insignificant. I'm not going to move unless He instructs me to. Footsteps on the floor alert me to His presence. I know He's barefoot and dressed in those undone, tattered denim that I adore seeing Him in. I imagine Him approaching me with that gorgeous, confident stride that sends my heart racing. I picture His sculpted chest and abs... and those strong arms that always make me feel safe. Because I'm exactly where He left me, He probably has a contented smirk on His lips and a twinkle in His sapphire eyes. I couldn't move if I wanted to, but I haven't complained. I haven't even said anything.

As He approaches, I notice Him running his fingers through his dark hair and biting into his full bottom lip. My pussy twitches with excitement. When he emerges above me, my breathing quickens to the point where I forget to breathe through my nose. My entire body tingles, and excitement courses through my veins. That expression. That is all that is required. The expression that says I've been a good girl and am about to be rewarded.

“Very good, my pet.” That voice. That rich, sensuous voice washes over me like molten chocolate. It can and has forced me to come on multiple occasions. He wraps His fingers around the rope that stretches across my breasts and draws me toward Him. His warm breath brushes my lips as He whispers, "I am pleased." He teases me with the promise of a kiss, but pulls back just before our lips meet. He lowers me gently and steps around me to stand over my face. I can see the impression of His hard cock on His thigh through his pants. He grabs it, squeezing it while He looks down at me.

"Do you see what you're doing to me, pet?"" He inquires. "For you, my cock is hard and throbbing." Are you wet for me?"

"Yes, Master," I respond quickly. He moves forward, his palm slowly sliding down my stomach and under the waistband of my pants. I moan as He runs His fingers along my wet lips. "You are, indeed. But first, my dear, I want your mouth." He straddles my chest and places His hand behind my head, lifting me toward Him. As I watch Him pull down His zipper, I lick my lips. Before Master, I flinched at giving head and only did so on rare occasions. I could spend all day worshiping His gorgeous cock with Him. He pulls it out and squeezes the base while the head trails along my lips.

"Now, open pet... and suck until I tell you to stop." I immediately take Him into my mouth, staring up at Him exactly as He instructed. He twists His fingers into my hair, capturing a grip as I move up and down His length. He pulls down on my head, pushing Himself further till He reaches the back of my throat. He keeps his gaze fixed on me. He pulls out just in time, before it gets too much to handle, and lets me regain my breath.

I lick His balls while He strokes His huge cock, pulling one, then the other into my mouth. He groans and tilts his head back. "That's enough," He says as I move my tongue up and try to take Him back into my mouth. I want to crawl inside your delicious pussy."

My muscles spasm uncontrollably, and my juices run down my thighs. He hasn't even touched me, yet my body is so tense that if He breathes on me, I may succumb. He walks away and returns me to my previous position. Cold steel trails up my inner thighs as He returns. My knees shake and threaten to buckle. I hear a snap as He inserts His fingers beneath the crotch of my pants. He inserts His finger within me as soon as the material slips away. That was all I needed. I charge in, yelling at the top of my lungs. "That's it, pet."

This is how He treats me. My bones have turned to liquid, and I can no longer hold my weight. My knees are wide open, and the rope is taut. He grips my waist and pulls me up, supporting me while He positions Himself beneath me till I'm astride Him. He lets go of the hook that was holding me to the ceiling, and I fall into His chest. His powerful, musky aroma floods my nostrils and revitalizes me. I raise my head, hovering above His cock. He guides me by pressing His fingers into my hips. I whimper as He glides inside me, filling me up like no one else.

"It's so fucking tight. Who is this pussy's owner?" "You. It's yours, Master." I begin to move, and He responds with a tremendous thrust of His own. When He lifts me and places me over His lips, I gasp in amazement. A chill runs down my spine as I anticipate His skilled tongue's contact. He encircles my thighs and pulls me down, parting my lips.

"Oh, God!" His tongue swishes across my clit, licking up my juices." My eyes flutter as He closes His lips around it, suckling like a newborn child on His mother's breast. It's a good thing He likes how loud I am. I doubt I could remain silent if my life depended on it. He releases me and kneels behind me, shoving my face into the floor, before I can even think. When I pressed my cheek on it, I noticed the small vibrator and lube next to me. In anticipation, I wiggle against Him.

"My eager kitten," he grins. He recovers them and puts His cock back within me. I can feel the lubrication trickling down his thumb as it travels over my anus. He slowly inserts His thumb, adding more lubrication. I push back, and He growls deep in His throat. He starts thrusting into me, his cock and thumb working together. As His thumb slips out and the vibrator creeps in, I whimper. Before turning it on, he works it carefully into my ass. I scream as He stomps on my pussy. While the item adds to our game, I'd rather have His cock any day. He adjusts the vibrator setting, and it accelerates.

The sensation, along with His forceful strokes, pushes me over the edge, and I come crashing down—hard and loudly. He increases His grip on my hips, keeping me upright while He pursues His own climax. I clench my fists around Him, and He roars back. He gently places me on the floor, removes the vibrator, and rapidly unties the rope that binds my wrists. He reluctantly pulls himself out of me and flips me over to remove the remaining rope. I look into His eyes as He massages my arms.

He scoops me up and leads me to our bed with a smile. As He pulls me into His arms, He sighs. "How was your honeymoon's first night, Mrs. Kim?"" "Excellent, Mr. Kim. "Don't worry, my love. It will not end." Every day of the rest of our lives will be like this one, with me."

"Yes, Master."

[honey-boyyoongi]

Pairing ➪ Yoonji x Y/n | Jimin x Y/n | Yoonji x Jimin x Seokjin

Word count ➪ 6k Words

Warnings ➪ cursing through out; authors horrible attempt at humor; mentions of blood; mentions of anxiety attack; description of an anxiety attack;

Summary ➪ Y/n needs a place to stay as of yesterday. Her roommate bailed on her, she’s too far from her grandmother, and her boyfriend lives in a box with his best friend. The place she seems to find has everything; space, low rent, a short commute to her job, and seemingly nice roommates. But there are some things that are kinda weird. Like how her female roommate is up at all hours, and her male roommate mumbling about his plants yelling at him in the middle of the night. She can get through this, right?

A/n: Heyyyyyyyyyyy. Damn it took me months to update this one huh. Sorry for being so quiet lately, I’ll update my Yoongi au soon. I hope yall enjoy this update. As always feedback is appreciated and if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know 💕

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Yoonji runs towards the front door; Seokjin’s eyes are wild and dilated, his usually pristine white blouse is stained deep red. His mouth is covered in blood, his cheeks stained with tears and dirt. His usually styled hair is messy and unkempt. “Oh, my god, Jinnie what happened,” she pleads, “Who did this? Was it Choi? I swear to the gods I will drag him out in the sun myself if he-,’ Yoonji stops when she looks over Seokjin’s shoulder, “Jin, what the fuck did you do?”

Seokjin shudders, “I didn’t mean to, I was- fuck. I haven’t fed since I gave you blood. The council refused to let me into the donor wing, even though it's my side of the Kim clan that created it in the first place. To punish my gluttony they said. I asked Jaeyoung for bags, but he never got back to me. I was walking home, taking my way through the park. I smelled blood, coming from the bushes. I thought it was an animal, but the smell got stronger and sweeter, it was fresh human blood. I couldn’t help it, Yoonie. I’m sorry.” Seokjin struggled to hold in his sob. Yoonji needed to figure out a plan and fast, but it seemed the universe had other plans. 

Yoonji turned at the gasps that echoed in between Seokjin’s harsh breaths. Y/n stood wide eyed, frightened. She knew.

-

“Oh, shit,” Yoonji mumbled. “Y/n.. I need you to breathe slowly. Please.” The older woman walked slowly towards her younger roommate, hoping that she didn't do anything irrational. 

Y/n evades her, running towards Seokjin, “Holy shit, Jin, what happened?” 

Seokjin sobbed harder into the tile, struggling to find his voice, “I-fuck! I..I was walking..and.” Yoonji could feel her friend’s desperation, she rubbed Jin’s back in an attempt to soothe him.  “I didn’t know.. I swear I didn’t, kitty.” 

Y/n stopped in front of Jin, taking in the chaos that he had brought with him. “Fuck, “she grumbled. She joined Jin on the floor, scanning him for any potentially fatal wounds, “Jin, were you stabbed? Shot? You’re covered in blood, fuck.” Seokjin stared at her, shocked that she would get so close. Their roommate scooted closer to a still Jin, Yoonji watched, frozen. She didn’t want to scare Y/n by trying to pull her away, but she also doesn’t know in what state of mind her best friend would be. There was a large chance Seokin could attack her, if he saw her as a threat. 

“Jimin,” Yoonji hissed, “Jimin, hurry, Y/n is getting too close to Jinnie.” 

Jimin cursed, he hurried from his pantry with their first aid kit, “I’m trying, I have delicate jars in this thing.” 

Yoonji could see Seokjin’s figure tense, his pupils were dilating with every centimeter Y/n crawled closer. “Jimin, please,” she begged. With the wave of a finger and a grunted curse, Y/n fell to her side, they were able to narrowly avoid another incident in their home. The elder was able to catch her roommate, preventing any injuries. 

Jimin anxiously made his way towards Seokjin, “Yoon, take her to her room. The spell I used should keep her asleep for a while, let's hope she doesn't have to work a shift tomorrow. We can’t have more people involved.” He carefully lays the aid kit on the ground, hastily trying to find what he needs. 

Yoonji takes Y/n into her arms, working fast to get her out of the upside down living room. Once Yoonji settled their sleeping roommate on her bed, she skimmed for any bumps or bruises. The female vampire released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, nothing seemed bruised or in need of attention, thankfully one less thing to worry about tonight. 

-

Yoonji finds her roommates, and a stranger, still stationed in their living room. Seokjin was lying on the couch, his blood-soiled shirt on the floor next to him, dried blood in sporadic places, sweat glistening on his brow. Jimin had finished checking over Seokjin, deeming him free of any detrimental injuries. He was happy to confirm his friend was healthy, but there was still the matter of the man on the carpet. He was tall, and had dark hair. Yoonji was sure he was tan, but the lack of blood is causing him to look sickly. The man was wearing a dark blue matching t-shirt and pants set, with detailing on the hems. 

She makes her way to the middle of the room to help Min out. The elder looks around trying to find something to clean up the dirt and blood stuck on her best friend. Yoonji spots and picks the wet wipes Jimin stashes in their first aid kit. While she hastily wipes down every visible stain of blood, Seokjin doesn't move. He’s silent, attempting to control his breathing. 

“Jinnie what happened, “she whispered. Jin grumbled, slightly shaking his head, “Mmph.. kitty… I’m tired.” 

“I gave him a sedative,” Jimin said, “It’s catered to vampires, so he’ll sleep for a couple of hours.”

“Was that necessary, “Yoonji asks worriedly.

“He was bordering on a feral state; he hadn't been feeding. The overwhelming emotions of fear, guilt, confusion and panic were pushing him to a frenzy,”  he answered. “The last thing he needed was to go into a frenzy, hurt anyone else, and turn feral from the grief. Along with a sedative, I gave him something to keep him settled emotionally after he wakes up. Hopefully his body doesn’t purge it.” Jimin organized the items back into his kit tensely, “Please take the man on the carpet to my work room. I still need to treat him, plus, the smell of blood could set off Jin.” Jimin urgently rose from the floor, speed walking deeper into the house.

Yoonji finished the last of her clean up of Seokjin. Her stomach was less twisted seeing her longest friend safe. She fixed his hair back into place, and makes sure he’s comfortable for his rest. 

-

Jimin was fixing a variety of creams and tonics when Yoonji came in with the living room stranger. She lays him on the futon Jimin keeps in his work room, for the days he has too many commissions. She closes the door, wanting to keep any noise from reaching Y/n down the hall. Jimin stripped the stranger down to his underwear, wiping him down with a warm cloth to rid him of any grime and blood. Yoonji takes the remaining cloth, assisting Jimin with cleaning the stranger. They work in silence, neither too sure what to say. 

“Namjoon.”

“Excuse me?”

“Namjoon, “Jimin mumbles, “That’s his name.”

The elder stared at her younger friend with surprise. “Did you find a wallet with his ID in it, “Yoonji asked.

“I know him,” Jimin whispered. Yoonji stood shell shocked, “Jimin.. Oh gods, I’m sorry.” They continue to clean Namjoon in uncomfortable silence, until he is free of any grime. “He’s the friend I go on the trails with. He’s always at a park, or working at the plant nursery he co-owns with his roommate. I know Jin didn’t mean to, but I’m so angry.”

Yoonji didn’t know how to comfort her younger friend. She understands why he would be upset, Namjoon was a victim of ‘wrong place, wrong time’. “I know Min, I’m sorry. I understand why you would be upset. Jin didn’t mean it. He must’ve been more blood deprived than we realized, but he would never attack a human on purpose.”

“I know Yoonie. It’s just frustrating to see an innocent person getting caught in the crossfire, especially one that you’re close to, “Jimin sighs. “He’s not hurt, at least from what I can tell. No stabs, claw marks, cuts, or bullet wounds, but that’s not our biggest worry.”

“What is it then? He’s not a werewolf, is he, or a demon?”

“No, since Seokjin was starving, and went into some form of bloodlust. He injected Namjoon with venom,“ Jimin explained. Yoonji cursed, “Fuck! Are you sure?”

Jimin ushered Yoonji to the left side of Namjoon, he carefully tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. He pointed to the very prominent bite marks, “When I was cleaning around his neck, the blood had a cloudy look to it. I knew he wasn’t sick; if Joon was a werewolf, Seokjin would’ve died within minutes. Namjoon’s body would kill itself trying to purge the vampire venom, if he was a wolf. If he was a demon, Jin would be sick, at worst he would have a stomach ache that would last for a few days, and Namjoon wouldn’t have been affected.”

“So he’s human, “Yoonji says. 

“Was, “Jimin answers, “Jin released enough venom when he bit him to start the transformation. If I’m correct, the transition should be finished within 48 hours, maybe less.”

“Less,” Yoonji croaked, “How?”

“Born vampires are the only ones that can turn humans into vampires, correct,” she nodded, “Well, Seokjin is part of an aristocratic family, he’s also ancient. If I'm not mistaken all of that would make his venom more potent. Namjoon is a healthy human, add a potent venom, and boom you have a newborn.”

Yoonji’s mind was going into overdrive, what were they going to do? They had never sired a vampire. From a very young age they’re taught about how serious sire and fledgling relationships are. Sires can be parental figures to their fledgling, if they weren’t romantically involved before being reborn. Fledglings can easily go feral if they’re not guided correctly, or worse their sire’s reject the bond. Things can go to shit so easily. They’ve heard about newborns going feral hours after their finished transition. Seokjin has had to unfortunately, get rid of a fair amount of feral fledglings in his time in the council. It never gets easier.  

“Yoonie,” Jimin whispered.

“Yeah,” she whispers back. 

“Jin, won’t abandon him will he, “he asked. “Yoon, I know to you two he’s the human that got caught in the crossfire, but he’s my friend. Joonie has been a constant presence in my life for the last year. I don’t want to lose him to this. It might sound selfish, but it feels nice to be treated as normal, or at least be perceived as human. I don’t get envious looks for being the grandson of Park Hyejin. I can talk about plants, and not be told ‘I didn’t ask’. I’m not asked about spells, potions, or favors. I’m not asked about how granny and momma are so powerful, and why I’m not like them even though I’m the first born. I don’t have to take inventory of my greenhouse, or my workroom when he comes over. I’ve never had to use charms around him to keep myself safe. I’ve never had to scour myself, or gifts from him for peeping spells. It’s nice not having to watch my back.”

“Jimin.. I’m sorry. I didn’t know things were getting that bad. I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this by yourself. I know nothing I say will make it okay. Seokjin will be responsible for Namjoon. Our families have taught us to guide, protect, and love those that we sire. If, for some reason, Seokjin decides to not take responsibility, I’ll become his sire. Namjoon shouldn’t be allowed to go feral, for his mistakes.”

“Will you really, “Jimin asked.

“Yes, I will,” Yoonji said matter of factly. “I might not know him like you do, but I can see you care about him. Like I said he’s innocent in all of this.”

They quietly finished cleaning Namjoon up. Yoonji is beginning to see subtle changes; he’s losing color, his claws are starting to grow out, he’s starting to become free of any blemishes. Namjoon is also starting to breathe more raggedly, she knows soon he’ll stop. The transformation always started physically, while the venom slowly killed the body. Young vamplings were always told the transformation was painful. She’s heard stories of sires sedating their fledglings with all types of concoctions. Most burned through the drugs or alcohol during their transition, or any concussion given to knock them out, was healed. Yoonji doesn’t know how Jimin’s friend will react once he’s woken up after the last breath, but she hopes he’s at least grateful that Jimin sedated him with a spell. 

Being a newborn is hell, she’s seen it. Her favorite auntie was turned by one of her father’s younger brothers when she had just turned 14. She remembers the hunger, the sensitivity, the mood swings her auntie experienced. They were lucky to have had resources back then to ensure her auntie hadn’t gone on a rampage.  There weren’t blood banks back then, and donors were a new concept that few clans had taken up. Yoonji still remembers her auntie complaining about her new fangs aching months after the transformation, and the sunlight sensitivity. It’s not all bad, at least from what she remembers. Her auntie was happy she didn’t have to ask for help with carrying heavy loads, she would spend hours gardening with no complaints of being tired, and surprisingly took on lumbering. Of course being immune to every human disease imaginable was also a plus. 

They finish off the last of the grime on Namjoon’s legs, double checking on his bite wound, to make sure it's healing properly during the transition. Everything is looking good, well as good as the transition from human to vampire can be. Jimin struggles to put some clothes on Namjoon that look a bit small, but it will have to work. Jimin likes tight clothes, and Seokjin would be horrified if anyone caught him in anything less than his finest. Yoonji is significantly smaller than everyone in the house, even her largest garments would fit like doll clothes on her roommate's friend. They wouldn’t even dare going through Y/n’s closet to find anything worthy of his size or any stray pieces from Jungwoo. 

Yoonji helps Jimin clean up the towels they used, putting away the different jars that belong in the first aid kit, and collecting the remnants of Namjoon’s clothes. They continue to work around each other, Yoonji ensuring she stays out of Jimin’s way as he reorganizes to stay calm.

“Min, “Yoonji whispers, “You said Namjoon had a roommate, what are we going to do about that?”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Jimin grumbled. “Hoseok will be worried if Namjoon isn’t home. He’s probably worried sick right now, they make a habit of trying to eat dinner every night. I don’t even know what to do, or what I’ll say to him. As long as I’ve known Namjoon he’s never been gone for more than a few days on his own. Him, and Hoseok always travel together.”

“What should we do, “Yoonji asked.

“I’ll text him from Joon’s phone. I don’t want to, but I’ll just say that I invited him on a last minute camping trip, “he responded. “We’ve been talking about going to the Black Bear Lake campsite for some mushrooms that I’m hoping are in season.”

“Will that work? Do you think he’ll believe it?”

“I’m hoping it will, we’ve been talking about it for a couple of weeks since I gave Joon some samples of my mushroom seasoning, and dried mushroom medley. Hoseok isn’t much of a camper, so we had planned it with only the both of us in mind. Hobi knew we’d leave at any moment, “her roommate explained. 

Yoonji nodded, pleading to the gods that his friend wouldn’t come looking for the fledgling. 

-

Namjoon

19:49

Hobi, Jiminie and I went ahead to the campsite.

We’ll be back by the weekend.

Hoseok

19:53

Okay! Be careful and don’t bring back anything that can make us burn or itch.

Or is poisonous. 

Namjoon

19:57

No promises

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Three hours later Seokjin woke up less filthy from what he remembered. He’s free of any grime, and caked blood. The elder assumes Yoonji was the one to freshen him up. Jin didn’t remember much past trying to find his way home with the park stranger. 

The stranger…

Fuck..

Seokjin knows he bit the stranger, being withheld from feeding caused him more stress than he anticipated. Checking his surroundings, there’s a lack of blood. He cannot smell, nor see a trace of it. The vampire takes a deep breath to ensure everyone in his home is safe; he can smell Y/n, as well as Yoonji and Jimin, but the slight stench of death is sticking to them. Seokjin frantically makes his way to Jimin’s work room, forgoing any form of cover up. 

Seokjin bursts into the room, frightening the duo. The elder vampire sighs in relief. Yoonji runs up to him, embracing tightly, “Jinnie, oh my gods.” Jimin joins next to them, whispering that he’s grateful Seokjin is okay. 

Seokjin can hear Yoonji struggling to keep it together. He knows he worried her into an early grave. “Kitty it’s okay, I’m fine I promise,“ Jin coos. Yoonji lets out the small sob that had been stuck in her throat. “Don’t ever do that again, “she demanded. “Fuck the council, and fuck their donors. I can ask my dad to send us blood packs or have donors come to the house. Don’t ever go that long without blood.” Jin soothed Yoonji, he feels terrible for frightening her, and Jimin. The last time he was in this much of a distressed state was a century ago, but Yoonji wasn’t around to witness it. 

Jimin guided them to a small loveseat at the corner of the room. It’s a tight fit, but Seokjin will make it work. They pile onto the couch; Jimin on his right, and Yoonji on his left. One has their head on his shoulder while the other is on his chest. Seokjin enjoys the warmth Jimin exudes, and Yoonji draws soft patterns on his stomach with her fingers. He further relaxes by humming a small tune, a lullaby his mother used to sing to him in his youth. 

Jimin is the first to speak up, “What happened tonight Jin?””

Seokjin sighed deeply, “I didn’t realize how much time had passed. One day I’m helping Yoonji out of the brink of starvation, the next I’m being sent to Mongolia to aid with a territory dispute.” He paused momentarily. “They had humans.. But they weren’t donors.” Yoonji whipped her head up towards him, “The Mongolians are still taking humans?”

Jin shrugged, “This particular clan did. The Ganbolds are the oldest clan in Mongolia, as well as the most secluded. They’re.. Traditional, at least they claim to be. Anyway, they were fighting with a small vampire village on the border of their shared territory. It took a few days to get there, and even longer to mediate a compromise. I couldn’t even get a decent amount of animal blood.” 

Yoonji furrowed her eyebrows, “Were the Ganbolds not sharing blood? Did none of the other elders have any blood to spare? I know for a fact that Na and Suh have a stash they bring everywhere with them.”

“Please, Na and Suh have made it well known how much they dislike my side of the Kim clan,” he answers. “The Gandbolds were not having the best season, to say the least. They had to ration whatever supply they had. I could survive with a little bit of blood. Also I’d set myself on fire before I asked any of those old bats for any form of help. When we came back I booked a couple donors, but when I had showed up they refused to let me in. Apparently Choi, Suh, and Lee have banned me from the donor wing because of the little binge I had.” 

“How much is a little binge,” Jimin asked.

“It was three,” Seokjin answered. “It wasn’t even a lot. I’ve heard of Lee drinking from at least five donors at times when he feeds, just because he can. They said ‘Kim, your gluttony is unbecoming of a council member. You are now banned for a fortnight.’” The elder vampire could feel his tension returning, he took a couple of calming breaths, just like Jimin taught him. “I texted Jaeyoung to have a case ready for me. I knew I needed blood for the both of us. He didn’t answer me within the hour like he usually does. So, I decided to walk for a bit while I waited for him to respond. I was taking the long way, cutting through the trail by the park. All of the sudden I got the smell of blood. I ignored it at first, but it got sweeter the farther I walked up the trail. I thought it was a deer, or a fox… but it was him. The man had fallen… scraped his knee. He looked up at me, and he smiled.” 

Seokjin swallowed the lump that was growing in his throat. Jimin scooted closer to him, molding himself to fit onto Jin’s side, Yoonji followed his lead. Jin readjusted himself, he pulled Jimin’s legs onto his right leg, and Yoonji onto his left leg. They were practically sitting on him, and the pressure felt relieving. “I was just trying to help him up. But the smell of blood… was too much. I blacked out for a second, when I came to we were full of blood. I freaked out. I couldn’t leave him there, so I brought him home and now we’re here. I didn’t mean to feed on him. I didn’t mean to attack him. I..” The vampire let out the sob that he was holding, “I never wanted to hurt him. I felt disgusted by how much his blood affected me.” 

Yoonji reached up and dried his tears with the cuff of her soft cardigan, “I know Jinnie, you’d never hurt anyone.” She gently caressed the side of his face to comfort him, taking in how much regret he was feeling. Jimin stood up hastily, Jin furrowed his brow in worry. “Min, what’s wrong?” The young witch began to pace, murmuring to himself, “Breathe, two, three. Out, two, three.” He repeated this four times. 

Seokjin gently removed Yoonji’s lower body from their current position, and he approached his younger roommate. “Hey, Min, I know you’re worried and I-” Jimin paused, visibly collecting himself, “I- fuck. Jin, I knew him.”

The vampire visibly tensed, “You knew him. Fuck, Min, I’m sorry. I.. I didn’t mean it. I swear. It was an accident, I swear Min.” Seokjin could feel a tingling sensation on his nose, he started to feel his face heat up as well as his ears. His breaths became shorter and he was struggling to take deep breaths. Jin could feel his chest tightening, and his head got lighter. He could barely hear Yoonji and Jimin trying to calm him down. Seokjin could hear the witch searching through his jars for anything that could help him calm down. 

“Jinnie,” Yoonji whispered, “Tell me five things you see.”

“What,” he mumbled.

“Tell me five things you see,” she repeated. 

“Uh, Jimin’s vine plant.”

“Good, what else?”

“Your fuzzy red polka dot socks.”

“Good job Jinnie, what else, “his friend asked.

“Jimin’s sunset lamp, my black hoodie that I’ve been looking for, and Min’s overflowing bookcase,” he answered. 

“Okay, tell me four things you smell,” Yoonji said.

“I..uh..smell,” he paused and took deep breaths. “I smell your Eucalyptus body wash, Min’s peach deep conditioner, Y/n’s chocoflan, and burnt candles.”

“Three things you can hear,” Yoonji continued.

“I can hear Y/n’s heartbeat on the other side of the hall, I hear the ‘Alexa’ speaker still playing in the kitchen, and I hear Jimin’s boots,” he responds. 

“Two things you can feel.”

“I can feel… my black trousers, and Min’s wooden floor.”

“One thing you can taste.”

“I can taste lavender, from the calming candy Jimin gives me,” Seokjin mumbles. 

Jimin comes back to Jin, lavender gummy in hand. “Hey,” the witch said, “Jinnie I’m not mad at you. Eat the gummy, once you’re calm we’ll talk.” The elder vampire nodded, chewing the gummy quickly. 

Yoonji guides them back onto the loveseat, arranging him and their roommate back to their prior positions. She fixes Jimin’s legs to go across Jin’s lap, and adjusts herself across both of them. The younger vampire tucks herself under his chin, quietly humming Mrs. Kim’s lullaby. 

When Seokjin wakes up again, his roommates are clinged to him. Jimin is humming a tune of his own, and Yoonji is tracing the tattoo on the witch’s arm. He closes his eyes, enjoying feeling cared for by his friends. The older vampire tries to stall talking about their predicament, but he knows Jimin is aware that he’s conscious. 

“Jin,” Jimin says, “I’m not mad.” He sits up, looking straight at him. Seokjin actively avoids meeting his friend’s eyes, he refuses to see how much he’s hurt him. The witch sighs, “I’m not mad Jinnie, I was scared. Terrified.” Yoonji gestures for him to listen to what their younger roommate was saying.  He nods for Jimin to continue, “Do you know how horrifying it was to see two of my friends covered in blood? I thought someone attacked you both.” 

Jimin paused, taking a moment to find the right words to say. “When I saw the bite marks.. I knew that it was yours. I know that you didn’t mean to. I know that you’d never attack a human on purpose, but..,” he sighed. “But I was still angry. I know that to you, and Yoonji, he’s a stranger, but to me he’s Joonie. I meet him every Wednesday without fail. I’ve met his roommate. I’ve eaten dinner with them multiple times. His roommate, Hoseok, has commissioned work from me for personal use. I’ve been a part of his life for the last year. I’ve never told him about the magic, and spells, and all that supernatural part of my life. It was nice not having to worry about keeping myself protected from any form of hexes, peeping bugs, or befriending him without second thoughts that he was trying to learn about my family magic. I was just Jimin. When I saw him all bloodied and pale, it felt like my bubble burst.” 

Their younger roommate hesitated, “I’m sorry for thinking that you would purposefully hurt anyone unprompted. I was so worried when you were growing closer to being feral.” Jimin sniffled, struggling to keep his tears in. Jin reached out to his friend. He takes a hold of Min’s smaller hand, intertwining his longer digits with his shorter ones. The gesture brings comfort to the witch, and he continues. “It’s one thing to have strangers come up to me with different afflictions, but it's another to see your loved ones in trouble. All I kept thinking about was, ‘What if Joon isn’t human?’ ‘What if Jinnie’s body doesn’t react well to the blood? What if a hunter saw you?’ I thought about a lot of ‘what if’s’. But seeing you hysterical with regret, and grief, I couldn’t stay upset at you. I’m sorry Jinnie.” 

Seokjin pulls Jimin with a gentle hug, swaying just a bit as he rubs his back in comforting motions. Jin knows his younger friend is trying his hardest to keep it together. This evening hasn’t been the kindest to them, and he’ll hold no grudges towards the high emotions that ran. The elder vampire gives Jimin one final squeeze. As they’re pulling apart, without thinking, he leans in and plants a kiss on the crown of his friend's head. “It's okay Min, I understand.”

Jimin pulls the elder back into a hug, hiding his face on Jin’s chest. He can hear Min’s soft sobs, and feel the fresh tears falling on his skin. Jin pulls him in for a tighter hug, laying his head on top of his to further comfort his friend. They stayed wrapped in each other until Jimin had cried himself exhausted. The elder guided Jimin back onto the loveseat, tucking him into the corner with one of the many blankets the witch has stashed. 

The elder vampires decide to take turns monitoring their roommates. Jimin and Y/n were still asleep, while Min’s friend was in the midst of the transition. Yoonji had to be the one to tell Seokjin about Joon’s condition. Jin was nothing short of horrified, not even when he was a young vampling had he accidentally released venom into a human. Animals, maybe, but it paralyzes them. He felt ashamed, completely unworthy of his family’s trust to represent them in the council. Jin knew how important it was to not only be a dutiful sire, but full consent of the transformation was something that was repeatedly brought up. Forever is a long time, no one knew that more than them. 

Seokjin felt horrible taking away Namjoon’s choice. He knew he’d have to tell the man about their world; how they live, the council, who to avoid regarding blood, the sensitivity to everything around them. It would be overwhelming to the new fledgling, but he was determined to be the best sire he could be. 

It’s around the early AM’s when the vampires decide they want to rest. Namjoon’s breathing had evened out, and he was no longer struggling, they felt they could step away to drink some O positive coffee. Yoonji had convinced Jin to change into his most comfortable clothes, dark joggers and the black hoodie in Min’s workroom. They worked together to get a small breakfast going. Jin made their coffees, while Yoonji made them toast; Jin’s with nutella and strawberries, Yoonji’s with butter and mixed berry jam. They make extra coffee in case Jimin wakes up soon, or gods forbid, Y/n wakes up. 

The older roommates stood by their kitchen island, enjoying the quiet in their home. Seokjin took a long sip of his cup, “Did Jimin say how long it would be until his friend finished the transition?” Yoonji nodded as she chewed a large bite of toast, “He said it would take 48 hours, give or take.”

“That soon,” Seokjin murmured, “It usually takes a few days.”

“True, but Jimin said that since not only are you old as shit-”

“Hey!”

Yoonji chuckled, “You’re also an aristocratic born vampire, according to him that all factors into the potency of the venom.” Seokjin grimaced, “Who knew my amazing pedigree would be my downfall.” His best friend giggled a bit at that one, “Right, here I thought your lack of filter would be the one to take you out.”  Jin guffawed at his younger friend, but joined in with her laughter. 

In the midst of their carefree moment, they hear the clanking of bottles in Jimin’s workroom. Seokjin gestures for Yoonji to stay in the kitchen. If the new fledgling has finished his transformation he has to ensure his home, and the people in it are safe. The elder vampire carefully made his way into the hallway; he can hear three heart beats, and that instantly lowers his defenses. Jin knocks lightly on the door, opening it slightly, “Min, are you up?”

Seokjin was able to hear the rustling of a blanket being folded, and pillows being arranged. He hears Jimin’s steps being muffled by his piggy slippers, slightly sliding once he’s walking on the hardwood floor. The smell of Dragons Blood incense, and something muskier bleed out from the cracks. Jimin hurriedly squeezed himself out, carefully closing the door to his room. “Sorry, sorry, I had to clean up.” Min gestures for Jin to follow him towards the kitchen, waving at Yoonji as he walks in with Seokjin. She visibly released a sigh she was holding in, relieved it was their younger roommate making a ruckus so early in the morning. 

The roommates finished the rest of their breakfast in silence. No one wanted to pop their little bubble of normalcy. They share their small spread, Jin refilling their drinks. For a moment he can pretend that he doesn’t have a fledgling in the other room. He can pretend that Y/n is sleeping in from how often she turns off her work alarms. They can pretend it’s a slow morning, but reality is never that forgiving. Yoonji is the first one to slightly perk up, she tells them she heard Y/n’s alarm go off and be turned off. Seokjin heard the muffled ‘fuck’ from their roommate’s room, he could also hear the slamming of drawers and the creaks of the closet door hinges. The three of them sat still as Y/n walked out of her room, carefully closing her door and entering the hallway bathroom. 

Yoonji waited until they heard the shower start to say anything. “Min, I thought you said she would be passed out for the next day,” she hissed. Jimin looked at his roommates with just as much confusion, “She should’ve been knocked out until tomorrow, at the least. I already texted her boss that she had been sick all night. What are we going to do?”

The elder vampire vampire was scared shitless, to say the least. “What spell did you use,” Yoonji asked. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, “It was the spell I use on Jungkook when he’s having one of his energy bursts. He’s a werewolf so it only lasts so long on him. Y/n is human, she should’ve stayed asleep for days.” Yoonji visibly grew tense, “She must be one of us. Maybe she has a charm or some form of glamor. I mean you used a spell for a fucking werewolf, she should’ve been sleeping like the dead.”

“That’s impossible,” Jimin answered. “I have powerful spells that remove any form of glamor; spells, potions, or charms. Y/n wouldn’t have been able to take a step across our doorstep if she had done any of that.”

As his roommates were trying to solve their current conundrum, Seokjin tried to go through the list of their kind that could have possibly bypassed the witch’s protection barriers. Every humanoid he thought of could easily be detected by Jimin’s spells, even the weakest of witches. “Have there been any humans that are probably immune to that form of magic,” the vampire asked. 

“I’ve personally never seen it, maybe my granny or mom have, but they’ve never told me about it,” Jimin answered. 

Seokjin thought back to his mother telling him stories about different creatures and humanoids. The only other of their kind that it could possibly be was a magic sensitive, but as far as his mother told him no one in their world considered them supernatural. “What about a magic sensitive?”

“Huh,” his roommates exclaimed. 

“A magic sensitive, “Jin repeated, “It makes sense. Think about it, she’s easily bonded to Kookie, Y/n hasn’t had any form of reaction to Tae, and we all know how hard that is for humans.” Both his roommates nodded in agreement. “She’s mentioned seeing sprites around Jimin’s greenhouse, but he was able to make her think they looked like flies.”

“I remember that,” Jimin says, “I had to say they were fruit flies from my compost.” 

Yoonji crosses her arms in thought, “Y/n is always able to find anything I lose, comes in handy when I essentially lose my house keys on the regular.” 

“I think she has premonitions,” the witch adds. “She’s talked to me about some heavy deja-vu she’s had since moving here.”

Seokjin took in all the information, “Then she’s a magic sensitive. That’s the only logical explanation. She doesn’t have any form of power like Jimin does, and if she was some form of creature she wouldn’t be able to walk into our home unscathed.” 

“What should we do,” the female vampire wondered aloud. Their normalcy was falling apart, and there was no way to stop it.

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[cookiesuga55]

Stream of Consciousness Science Cuties NamJin

Ramble:

Every day, Namjoon sits next to his crush in the science lab. Kim Seojin is quiet, shy, and barely speaks to Namjoon. But, Namjoon doesn't really mind. There are little moments that make up for the lack of words, like how Seokjin's cheeks heat up every time Namjoon's fingers brush his when they're sharing slides to look through in the microscope.

Namjoon knows that he's on the nerdy side himself, and he's not ashamed of it. But the day that Seokjin sits down and the little pokémon charm peeks out of the zipper of his book bag, Namjoon positively lights up. It's the first time the Seokjin properly talks to him, and Namjoon considers it a massive win.

He tries to pay attention. He really does love biology, but something about Seokjin keeps distracting him. Maybe it's the softness that appeals to Namjoon, he isn't sure, but Seokjin's full dumpling cheeks, cute double chin, and rounded waist for some reason make Namjoon practically salivate. He finds himself peeking at the man's soft tummy that presses against the inside of his fuzzy sweaters, pulling them tight and rounding him out. Seokjin's thighs swell against the restrictive fabric of his jeans, and Namjoon can't help but stare at the way his creamy skin bulges out of the illegally high rips up his thighs. Namjoon bites his lip as he notices a few little pink stripes on the other's waist and soft hips when he bends down to get his textbook, and his sweater creeps up. Namjoon knows he's being weird... and potentially creepy. Honestly, he's trying not to stare. But how can he not notice how pretty the other man is? How can anyone in the lecture look anywhere else besides Kim Seokjin? No one else seems to have the same problem as him, and Namjoon sits on his hands for the rest of the hour just to be safe.

The weeks pass, and Namjoon slowly coaxes more words out of the other who seems to be growing considerably more comfortable with him, especially once Namjoon starts sharing half of his protein bars that he doesn't really need anyways. But it's so worth it, because of the way that Seokjin's eyes light up whenever he offers half of his food at the start of class sneakily underneath their table. It's really adorable... so Namjoon keeps doing it, just to get closer to him and glimpse the pretty smile that he might be getting addicted to.

As much as he tries to be good, one moment is burned into his mind, and Namjoon almost wishes that it hadn't ever happened. The previous group must have spilled some of the solvents they were analyzing on the floor, and been too rushed to clean it up. There was a nearly-invisible puddle right by Seokjin's seat, and Namjoon was on his way back to their lab station with some paper towels to clean it up. Just as he was bending down to wipe up the saline solution, Seokjin's tennis shoe entered his vision. Namjoon watched his foot slip practically in slow motion. On instinct, he shot his hands out, firmly grabbing one of Seokin's thighs, and the other steading the man's thick waist. Namjoon didn't even realize what he was doing until Seokjin was clutching the edge of the table, nearly toppled over, but successfully held up by Namjoon's hands that sank into soft pudge.

Heat exploded on Namjoon's cheeks, and he shyly looked up from where he was kneeling. From this low perspective, he could see the very bottom swell of Seokjin's belly that his sweater loosely hung over, how the chub gently spilled over the waistband of his jeans that was right in line with his face, and how- Namjoon gulped- Seokjin's perfectly rounded tummy looked full and distended like he'd just eaten a big lunch.

A string of incoherent words fell out of him, laced with apologies as Namjoon blushed even harder and peeked up higher to take in Seokjin's equally mortified brown eyes and his prominent double chin. The second that his friend- were they friends?- was stable and not in threat of slipping, Namjoon let go of the warm softness that filled his hands. His palms immediately felt cold, and he could have whined that he wasn't touching the perfect man any longer. Maybe he did whine, but he really hopes that he didn't.

Namjoon busied himself with cleaning up the spill as Seokjin plopped onto the lab station's stool, and he only glanced up once to see how Seokjin's plump asscheeks were too big for the measly circle of wood that was probably designed only for twigs like Namjoon. He stood up fast, nearly smacking his head on the underside of the counter if Seokjin hadn't grabbed his shoulders and given him a small smile as he pulled him out of harm's way.

Namjoon stuttered apologetically, asked if he was okay, and finally righted himself just to shove his glasses back up his burning nose. He definitely sat on his hands. They ached from feeling such delicious squish, and they threatened to chase another handful of the soft warmth.

Namjoon tried and failed to keep himself from glowing the entire rest of the lesson once Seokjin let out a breathy "thank you, Joon-ah," right next to his ear and gently squeezed his shoulder.

[minisugakoobies]

I know Mingi is a champion cuddler, I just feel it in my soul, but he's definitely the type to get a little too into the smooches, even though he's trying so hard to hold himself back… ahem, uh, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I would let any of these men take care of me! 💕

Soft Hours: the first edition | SFW

The Vibe: cuddling with your partner as you recover from a minor surgery.

Idol Casting: Kim Seokjin of BTS. Song Mingi of ATEEZ. Lee Taeyong of NCT. Lim Jaebeom of GOT7.

🗝️note: a soft hour post means I don’t have to list all the typical shit: i.e. the warnings, the summary, the cross posting to ao3. It is a non-betaed post of just ✨ vibes ✨ @chans-room did read over this last night and @minisugakoobies influenced a bit of the Mingi one 💋

🫧 Seokjin is already heavily asleep when you shuffle into the bedroom, freshly showered in your matching bad day pjs. He startles slightly when you burrow into him but he quickly melts you into his chest. Rumbling an ask if you finished your soup and if you need him to get anything before you fall asleep. You nuzzle his face, asking for some kisses. He obliges and pulls away when you try to heat things up. Patting your butt and telling you that you still have a week before any frisky business.

🧸 Mingi is in full teddy bear mode, you’re swaddled between him and a mound of blankets. His legs and arms wrapped around yours. Rubbing your back, arms, shoulders, your thighs, and some occasional booty squeezes. He graces your face and lips with delicate kisses and groans when you deepen them, getting a bit carried away himself. When you break apart you’re gasping for air and his eyes are hazy. He nuzzles his face into your neck and squeezes you tightly against him.

🐱 The two of you are sprawled in a mix matched mess of pillows and blankets on the couch. He’s shirtless like always, complaining that he gets too hot between your cuddles and the blankets. Taeyong does not need to be begged for kisses. He’s peppering every inch of you with quick, firm little presses of his cute mouth. All more cute than sexy, to keep you from getting keyed up. But those eyes and his lingering gaze are nearly enough to have you begging for more, healing be damned.

☁️ Jaebeom is content being your personal body pillow. His face was scruffy and unshaven, too preoccupied with caring for you the last couple of days. There are two half empty bowls of ramen on the table from dinner. And you have to ask for a kiss, Jaebeom shyly complies. A shy smile flashed across his lips, his lashes fluttering shut as he reached down to give you a lingering kiss. The arm that’s wrapped around your back rolling you against him. Jaebeom’s fingertips drift up your spine, as he traces his tongue delicately against yours.

© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes

All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

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@/astarvingartist ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ ⇢ mwm/f?

i'm usually bad at mws, but i'm gonna try to make this as comprehensive at possible ! i'd love to see dojahenshaw, eyes rogers, des.qua, zarruecos, lizeth selene, jalen noble, beabadoobee, kehlani, jay critch, deavon booker, lee seokin, tobi_ojora, tyla, hirai momo, curlyfrysfeed, ella purnell, khadijha red thunder, keith powers, mark lee, kiana lede, sabrina carpenter, ayo edebiri, lame.cobain, ange jose, ryan destiny, scarfxce.xo, diggy simmons, dasilvadakid, jamilla strand, imaan hamman, mishti rahman, nadine lustre, cindy kimberly, steve lacy, park jihyo, bright vachirawit, aaand kim yugyeom.

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ur so cute

— UNTITLED: THE SMAU

8 besties fall in love. inspired by the untitled one shots by nsfwtaegis

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the harder the rain, honey. the sweeter the sun // ksj

summary - seokjin had the perfect plan to propose to you, but if only he could’ve predicted the weather

pairing - boyfriend!seokjin x gender neutral!reader

genre - fluff; established relationship au

word count - 492

warnings - nothing

author’s note - this is an old practice drabble i had hiding away, thought i might dust it off and post it

Seokjin really should learn to check the weather.

It was your’s and Seokjin’s 3rd anniversary together and Seokjin wanted to go all out with his proposal. He set up a beautiful picnic, on a gorgeous hill surrounded by wildflowers. He had picked out the ring ages ago, already knowing the perfect style for you (not to mention you dropped hints on it like crazy). Ring box in his pocket, beautiful lunch set up, with all your favorite foods and drinks. The date had started out perfectly, with the perfect amount of sun and clouds. Only for a mere hour later for it to start pouring down.

As quick as you could, you both rushed the basket and all the goodies back to the car, all while holding the blanket over you to keep you somewhat dry. Despite the attempt, you both ended up soaked to the bone. But the food was safe though. 

Climbing back into the car, Seokjin immediately started it, wanting to turn the heat up to get you dry once again. He couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed and as best as he tried to hide it from you, he knew you caught on to his sour mood.

“Baby, it’s alright. I still had a lot of fun!” You patted his shoulder, trying to cheer him up.

“I know, I know. It’s just,” he huffed, “I wanted it to be special,” he murmured. 

“Jinnie, look at me.” You placed your hand on his jaw, gently forcing you to look at him. “I love you. You never have to do anything special for me, for any reason at all. I just care that I’m with you, rain or shine.”

Your words had his heart jumping for joy. Leaning forward, he kissed you. Your lips were cold and still a bit wet, but it was a perfect kiss nonetheless. As he pulled away, he pondered a bit more on your words and with the ring box burning a hole in his pocket, he reached for it. 

“Don’t need anything special right? Rain or shine, you just want to be with me?”

“Yup.” You nodded.

“Alright, I just want you to keep that in mind.” Carefully he watched your face as he pulled the small black box from his pocket. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped as you slowly began to connect the dots. 

“No-”

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

You were stunned into silence for a moment. The only movement coming from you was your eyes as they shifted from the ring, to Seokjin, back to the ring. “Seokjin! Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” You practically screamed as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You pulled him in for a kiss. Your teeth clanged against each other but neither of you could care less.

Smiling as he pulled away, he lifted the box to you. “Want me to put it on you?”

“I already said yes, dummy!”

[jinstronaut]

a jin a day while he is away ♥

day 328

[asadfangirlbitxh]

As a directioner, my heart often hurts when I watch BTS. They truly love each other. As an army, it's so evident. And it hurts that my 15-year-old self thought One Direction was close. That they were happy.

BTS is so honest about how they feel and they always show up for each other. Because they allow each other to have the spotlight when it is their time. Jimin showing up for Hobi's performance in Loolapalloza is a great example of this. I don't think one direction members have ever done that. They were never each other's safe spaces unlike how it was marketed to us.

5Sos are also the same where they truly care about each other and they support each other no matter what. And I think it breaks my heart more because I wonder how different One direction would have been if they had the freedom. If Zayn was allowed to make the music he'd wanted at the side or even with the band? Would their mental health been better if they had been allowed to address it? Would they have been friends, if they were able to all pursue their passions and have breaks in between? I often wonder so much about it cause my heart hurts. It hurts that could have had the camaraderie BTS, 5 seconds of summer, and even Little Mix share. While it was very evident, fifth harmony never got along. A part of me always thought that One Direction did. Louis did protect Harry in the beginning. Zayn did have a bond with the members. Maybe, it got worse with fame. But sometimes I feel so bad that in part I was part of the reason that Zayn, Louis, Harry, Niall, and Liam were unhappy.

[itz-yy]

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[shesawriter39049]

|Breakdown’s & Bugatti's| M| CH.1

CHAPTER 1 PART 1: THE KIMS OF NEW YORK

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PAIRING: Heir Namjoon x Heir Reader (Ft a hints of Tae & Jin)

GENRE: Rich Kid AU/Influencer/Politics/Suspense/FWB/Drama/ETC

ABOUT- Namjoon just does what he has to do to keep you ....calm while at a charity gala!

OR:

WARNINGS: (CH.1 is split in two parts there's smut in both, so the warnings overlap) : Semi public sex, Fingering (F receiving), Teasing, Very minimal prep, Light dirty talk, Light spit play, Choking, light comeplay, Gags (Makeshift), finger sucking, Light Degradation kink (He calls her a “little slut” like twice) Non protective sex (Creampie),overstimulation, no after care (There’s no time), TBH it’s more chill than it sounds, they're comfortable with one another so this is all just second nature.

WC: 9K

NON SEXUAL WARNINGS: (Fictional political background) Recreational drug use (Molly), Yayo (Coke) Using drugs/ sex as a coping mechanism, Smoking (Cigarettes'), Shot-gunning, Brief mentions of death, father issues.

FINAL NOTE: This is set to be a OT7 alternating series, with smut pertaining to about 3 members! I wrote this almost 2 years ago, inspo was kinda like my take on a DARKER less, PC version of Gossip Girl! Ever since GG got it's HBO reboot, this stories been playin in my head. I uploaded a sneak peek like 5/6 months ago! There is some backstory here as this was set up with the idea of being a series initially!

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TUESDAY, 3AM, THE MARK HOTEL, NEW YORK, NEW YORK

It was around 3 AM Tuesday morning when your phone alerted you that somebody keyed in the code to the elevator which led directly to the foyer of your quaint three bedroom, situated on the 14th floor of The Mark Hotel. There were about 3 other apartments hidden between the array of luxury suites within the boutique style hotel. Actually ,when he opts to ya know, actually be in the country, Juge Park's youngest, Jimin is one of your neighbors. Though I believe he’s on one of the lower levels…..

There’s three pieces of property within the state of New York that currently have your name on it; however The Mark was without a doubt your favorite. It’s just always felt like an escape within the city, because lord knows you hate the Hamptons. Almost as much as you utterly despise the fact the Michael Kors suddenly has direct ties to Versace.

But anyway, maybe, the bias stems from the fact that your tucked away on E 77th street’s on the Upper East Side. So that fact alone just makes it feels more quaint, personal, and, fuck I don’t know domestic!? As opposed to your penthouse that’s deadass in Times Square! You can actually leave this particular apartment without 4484 Paparazzi in your face. Granted you won’t make it far, but still, there’s far less photographers camped outside The Mark as opposed to The W!

Speaking of paparazzi, considering you're currently one of the top searched humans amongst all search engines, you probably would've done better taking your ass to the Hamptons to get away for a minute. Fuck, I swear the past, what? Twenty some odd hours feel almost like some fucked up fever dream, except your wide awake...through all of it, and when you close your eyes it actually has the nerve to only gets worse.

Hints why it’s 3 am and your up like a crackhead staring at the marbleized ceiling, a second away from counting the gold flakes for shits and giggles as your Spotify playlist floats through the background! Well, actually you're up, because you're wired, apparently you thought doing 2 lines would calm you down, not sure if I agree with that theory just yet.

I mean on the plus side at least you’re not crying, breaking shit, or threatening to fire your entire staff anymore right?

So yayyyy….small victories I guess...

However, all of this is why you weren’t surprised, by the sudden notification, even if he didn't give you a heads up first. If anything you're surprised that it took this long! So you don’t even attempt to move, this man is far from a guest, the need for hospitality flew out the window a good 5 years ago. Even once the door creaks open, triggering the alarm to chirp and Givenchy and CoCo to have a temper tantrum, your ass stays put. Melting deeper and deeper into the mounds of Egyptian cotton. Namjoon knows the code he’ll be alright….and just like clockwork silence starts to fill the apartment again, until you hear clothed feet patter through the halls.

Though I will admit it, it takes the heir a little longer than expected, granted it’s not the smallest apartment but still….almost wondering if he took a detour or something on the way down! Shit I don't know, decided to go site seeing or somethin Joon has always loved a good painting and lord knows you have millions worth scattered along the walls....

To be honest, after your bedroom door creaks open, everything else kinda starts to blur together. Probably due to your high setting, the last memory you have of that night, or..well morning, is Namjoon staggering through your room in the form of a silhouette Strong, broad features moving about haphazardly through the dark as he strips down to nothing but a pair of briefs. A faux wave of calm drifting behind him, not stopping his very lackadaisical journey, until he basically collapses onto the bed. Everything about his grand entrance suddenly makes sense once he’s actually on you, because now you can smell why he's moving about in such a manner.

God, I hope one of his drivers dropped him off, because you can smell the Dalmore damn near seeping through his pores. Also at a later date you'll hope he used the back service entrance and not the main lobby but that's the last thing on your mind right now. As the bed dips and your counterpart in all this bullshit sits hoovered over you and the musky, yet sweet scent of Namjoon’s cologne bleeds into the aged whiskey.

The only form of light in your room right now is a deep red vintage neon sign, that’s flashing in time with the bass filling your sound system. Something smooth and R&B related, it’s actually Lost By Frank Ocean if I’m not mistaken. Even as the bed dips and Namjoon’s caged you beneath him you still don’t open your eyes...well until suddenly he’s nosing at your face like an overgrown puppy wanting attention from its owner!

Slowly, your eyes flutter open, it takes a minute because they feel kinda heavy which probably explains why your gaze is so heady, lids barely ajar. Iris rivaling the color of the sign above your head. However much to your surprise, Namjoon’s honed orbs mirror your own, only his are a little puffier, leaning more pink than red and well, let’s just say you’ve arguably seen Namjoon high more than sober and ugh...yeah, baby boy’s not high right now.

As I said before, you’ve always been a politicians worst nightmare….Mr.Kim on the other hand...well...where the media's concerned, he’s damn near as clean cut as they come...Most of Namjoon’s drama doesn't leave the Upper East Side, this is a whole new ballpark for the young heir and it’s more than clear he’s overwhelmed…

A labored breath shutters from your chest as you reach up, gripping his face in your palms, and you can feel how taut his jaw is. Posture damn near tight enough to crack a molar….

His arms are shaking and it's defiantly not from a lack of upper body strength....

“Come’re baby…” The words barely hush off your tongue before he’s plummeting into you...

Sunday, 6:35PM, The Chatwal, New York, New York

It’s just pure chaos, the minute the door flies open, and the crisp New York air smacks you dead in the face as your Manolo Blahnik’s hit the pavement! Not that you should be surprised, for one you pulled up in a Bugatti Galibier for fucks sake, of course all eyes are on you, how could they not be!? It’s not everyday someone just casually shows up in a car worth almost 2 million dollars, regardless of the event at hand.

More importantly they’ve all been expecting you, considering your grand entrance is well over an hour late and the entire car ride here your phone was damn near having a seizure because of it.

Numerous text all essentially reading the same variation of “Where the fuck are you!?” Flooding your notifications!

Yes, you ignored all of them. They'll see you when they fuckin see you!

Oh, as well as an ass ton of tweets and mentions from various news outlets came filtering through in regards to the fact that you didn’t enter the event in question by your father’s side! Which, to be honest, was the last thing you cared to do right now, however there had to be at least one Y/L/N on his arm tonight and unfortunately you had to take one for the team.

Just so were clear, your mothers the only reason your even entertaining this bullshit!

She's been in Hawaii for almost a month with your grandmother...who’s kinda on her last leg. Though, none of you had the heart to truly come to terms with that just yet….

So it obviously drew ample attention that neither his wife nor daughter were by his side as he entered the event! There's already pictures floating around online and even you had to admit the ratio looked a little off. Senator Kim sandwiched between his wife and son whist your father walked in..... solo, and awkward as all fuck, and yes it was thoroughly sastifying to see.

Tonight’s Gala was being held at The Chatwal and the event in question was some charity something or another, that council opted to put on! The cause behind the event verified by year but the Gala in question was typically the unofficial opening to elections season on the home front which mean’s it’s going to be a full fucking house!

Which explains the current catastrophic shit show unfolding before your eyes, it’s almost comical at this point. All the press and paparazzi screaming, fighting, shoving each other out of the way for the best angles! Honestly, you really weren’t in the mood for a press run, and the last thing you cared about was earning yourself an Oscar nomination for portraying the perfect politician's daughter! Thankfully, standing right by the side of the car...was your publicist...who’s essentially your knight and shining armor in moments like this. Quickly masking the attention, without any instruction (Bless her heart), merely shouting the very cliché yet appropriate auto-generated response of “She’s running late, I’m sorry we don’t have time for questions right now!” Throwing her lace coated hand in damn near every reporter's face in the process…

Tugging you through the sea of people while your security holds the train of your dress, as you attempt to gracefully maneuver through the various obscene squawks and blinding lights! Trying your damnedest not to show that your absolutely freezing your tits off, however none of your coats flattered the silhouette of your dress! So here your dumbass is, in New York, in the middle of winter in a strapless, high slit, Custom Alexandre Vauthier silk-chiffon situation!

Cute. We love that for you honestly!

Regardless of Melissa’s efforts it still obviously didn't even remotely stop them from asking, over and over, and over again. Getting you talk is legitimately there job, so they were probably hoping you’d finally just give in so they’d shut the fuck up! However your far too seasoned by now, scare/bully tactics don’t work on you anymore, if you don’t wanna speak you don’t. Wanna. Speak...it’s simple really.

It’s all going in one ear and out another!

Though, I will say, PR training was practically embedded in your veins at this point so you still handled the situation accordingly! With that being said you opted for the polite smile, and wave, the classic “Going through a wind tunnel and I can’t hear a damn thing your saying right now!”.

Works every damn time!

Smile.

Hair flip.

Then the icing on the cake….

The cute subtle little bend every once in a while as if your actually trying to understand what’s being said! The thing that works in your favor is they are all self destructive! Paps, press, photographers all they care about is getting their perfect shot! It’s not a team effort so honestly it is hard to hear when they’re all yelling and screaming over one another!

Once the three of you actually made it to the door, you did finally address the crowd of animals, I mean people!

Spinning around as gracefully as possible...the train of your dress fluttering in the slight breeze, delicately tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Showcasing a host of VVS’ that are probably throwing everyone’s camera’s out of focus, a soft smile paying on your overly glossed lips. This part was more so for your benefit though, giving the paps’ a moment to actually get a couple flattering pictures of you in this dress!

I guess on the flipside, a positive to all of this is even if you personally don’t have time to snap a selfie before leaving the house...you know damn well somebody’s got one! That concept is actually asinine when you really think about it, I mean the fact that you can literally Goggle your name, date, and or a location and there’s a very strong chance a host of images from said day will pop up in the search bar!

Yup, welcome to the world of Y/n/L/n

Striking a couple of your “go to” generic poses before simply saying….

“Thank you! Have a safe night guys!”

Bowing out as gracefully as possible with a coy little Smile toying on your lips. Hair flip. Pageant wave….Sashay...away! Ignoring all of the grumbles and protest due to the lack of interaction but again...you could give less than a damn. Your not required to aid the press at there every beck and call, your not a politician, your sperm donor is!

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The minute you cleared the doors you found yourself releasing a breath you weren’t even aware you were holding, and before the full exhale even left your overly glossed lips you felt someone walk right up on you, shoulder checking you from the back! If it was anybody else they would’ve caught an elbow straight to the ribs and a damn restraining order!

“So, your late” It’s not like you were surprised by the statement, I mean...you are late, there’s a very familiar level of dryness within her delivery. The blatant lack of expression which essentially reads as “I’m disappointed but not even remotely surprised”

“So I’m late” You parrot, alongside an agitated sigh, casually draping your coat behind your back for one of the employees to pluck from your fingers. However there’s a little more bite to your delivery, almost as if your challenging her to further question why your late. Roaming your hands down your sides, smoothing out the non existent wrinkles within your dress as you not so subtly appraise yourself in the mirror behind her head.

Melissa rolls her eyes, clearly picking up on the edge in your voice “Right, so-” There's an abrupt pause, as one of the employees comes over to grab her coat as well, flashing the worker a short, baited smile. Waiting for him to trot off before continuing, this time she leans in, voice barely above a whisper. …“Would you care to elaborate on why?…” Brow quirked in your direction though it's clear by her delivery, no matter how laxed... it’s not really a question. There is no influx on any of the pronunciation to even make it seem as such….

You don’t even try to reign in the snort that leaves your lips as you pull out your compact from your Judith Leiber clutch, reapplying your lip-gloss with the utmost ease. As if you have all the time in the world, as if your not damn near an hour late as is, not even bothering to gaze in her direction as you speak. Flipping a strand of hair over your shoulder, clearly unbothered “Eh, not really…”

“Y/n “ Eyes narrowing in your direction, and you have the nerve to giggle. light, airy, nose scrunching into your face and all and - “Spare me the bullshit, it’s been discussed for days, days, that you would walk in, hand in hand with your father!” Eyes subconsciously scanning her surroundings before continuing “You already know it’s been a pain in the ass trying to mask the media from prying into why your mother’s not here to begin with! So why the actual hell would you intentionally bring attention to that by showing up damn near an hour late?! “I mean really Y/n?!” You just shrug, curt, and agitated, focus still drawn in on touching up your makeup.

Melissa huffs almost as if she’s a second away from having a temper tantrum, arms firm against her chest “Right, well miss “I only give a damn about myself” have you taken a look at the articles that are already being wr-“

You pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes, fluttering shut briefly, perfectly groomed brows knitting together. Clearly this entire conversation is becoming massively inconvenient for you as it progresses!

“ Okay first off, just so we’re clear, I could give less than a fuck about what the press are saying about that-“ Completely silencing yourself and opting to mount the words to spare Melissa from having an aneurysm “Piece of shit”

“Y-“

One. One singular finger in the air silenced Melissa mid- syllable. She had her turn...now it’s yours!

Bringing your voice back to moderate speaking level “Second, and most importantly, I’m only here because of my mother to begin with. So don’t you ever question where my loyalties lie where she’s concerned!” Ohh if you could’ve actually growled right now…

“And finally, You’re a damn publicist, fix it...or don’t I could give less than a fuck” Voice and face falling comically flat , flailing your hand dismissively, more focused on the cluster of Chopard sitting on your middle finger that desperately needs to be cleaned, or replaced!

“Y/N-”

“Melissa” You counter in a way that makes it clear this conversation’s more than over. “No” The shrug is so lackadaisical it’s actually insulting “No. I don’t have any desire to talk about it, and more importantly I'm not going to talk about it!” Bringing your focus back to touching up your makeup, adding a little setting powder around your smile lines, clearly your all out of fictional fucks to give at the moment! “So, if you wanna know what happened that essentially led to me saying “Go fuck yourself” in the form of me showing up on my own accord go talk to your other client…” Eyes stealth, as the cut above the Tom Ford compact, gaze locked and loaded with Melissa’s as you toss the pouch into your bag.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Leaning in to ghost a kiss over her cheek, more so, so you could drop your tenor low enough for only the two of you “I’m going to go find Namjoon...and hopefully drugs...before I lose my shit, and you end up with another headline in your lap before midnight” You pull back slowly, giving her shoulder a little squeeze, taking several deep breaths in attempts to re-center yourself, before ultimately flashing Melissa a smile that’s a little more than concerning!

Though, she should be a little more than used to the switch up by now. Your a Y/L/N for fucks sake, it’s essentially embedded in your blood to have an “on” switch!

...And it’s showtime baby!

Wiggling your fingers in one of the servers directions, catching his attention before he enters the ballroom, stealing a glass of champagne from his tray.

“Enjoy your night, and I’ll try not to give you a reason to put in overtime” Flashing her a quick little wink, raising your glass in mock salute before swaying out of the lobby, your train eventually catching up seconds later, once you disappeared through the double doors.

You 6:57PM: Please tell me your here already!!?? 😩😩😩 I need...fuck anything stronger than liquor at the moment!

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Ahh fuck, here we go again...another opulent ballroom, filled with gilded ceilings, chandeliers, and an ever flowing fountain of Cellared champagne! Though this may seem impressive to some, it all just looked like an anticlimactic blur of black and white at this point! Literally, people didn't often venture into color at these types of things! Hint’s why your Couture leopard gown is already getting ample attention once you sway into the room! Well, that and that fact that the piece literally fits you like a damn vice grip

You were a woman on a mission, drink and annoyance in hand as you glide through the sea of people....Not even phased by the sudden shift of eyes as the room became entranced by your presence, swaying through the crowd like you own this bitch! Every move was calculated, this was far from your first rodeo though you paid them no mind, your very much aware of the host of flashing lights bouncing off the walls. Every click was equivalent to a dollar sign, depending on who the purchaser was, the right photo of a Y/L/N could earn a photographer a smooth 10k, yup...Ten. Thousand. Dollars!

Photoshoot aside, you had your eye out for a Kim, which shouldn’t be too hard to find, he’s not the smallest human in the world! Though tonight there were two “Kim’s” here that held ample amounts of power within the Big Apple!

Typically known by the media as: The Kims of New York….to be exact!

Nope, no relation, just the same last name… because in the words of the men in question the last names “Kim” and “Johnson” are essentially one in the same!

There’s the Kim Brothers (Jin and Tae...Actually a lil fact, one that’s not so comply known amongst the people...is there’s technically three brothers! However the eldest is deceased but that’s a story for another time )... and then there’s Namjoon Kim, your Kim, which is all you have the mental capacity for right now! Though I’m sure before the night’s over you’ll end up sandwiched between the Kim boys as well, it wouldn’t be a true charity gala otherwise.

But for the time being, it’s a hard pass, intentionally walking in the opposite direction so you didn’t tip off the press as the Kim’s in question seemed to be having a little press run of their own. Submerged between a mock of cameras as poised and polished as ever, volleying the reporters and tedious repetitive questions with seasoned ease. To the left was Jin, an ex editorial model, dressed in a black crushed velvet Gualtieri situation, slicked and polished, very much giving model on duty, and to his right, was the youngest, Tae. Who was the reason you posted the duo to begin with as he stood there with Smokey grey hair and some kaleidoscope of a Gucci suit. Something only Tae would wear….especially to a charity Gala! There father Joshua Kim, a fellow heir, who’s also decided to do some charity of his own considering he’s the current Mayor’s chief of staff! Oh more importantly Mr. Kim is also low key, Mayor Dortenzio’s ghost press secretary.

Yup, his real one’s shit behind closed doors! But, she’s young, cute, impressionable, and well I’m sure you can put two and two together. However, we will dive more into their backstory later because as I mentioned you will end up in their neck of the woods at some point and that’s far too much to unpack right now!

Regardless of your efforts , the eldest Kim still catches you in his peripheral, flashing you a charming little wink, whilst still pretending to be intrigued by the conversation at hand. Thankfully he spares your soul for the time being, not drawing attention to the fact that you're in close enough proximity to be dragged into their unwanted press conference as well.

Ahh Seokjin, the last time the two of you interacted in a way that wasn’t PR related was at Clive Davis Pre Grammy party! In which I’m pretty sure you ended up, high and on Jin’s face...Hmmm..good times, good times!

Though you managed to skim by the Kim’s, you still didin’t slip past completely unscaved. Not even a full 30 seconds, you’re tapped on the shoulder by someone who just..looks like her name should be “Susie from Tennessee”. Honestly your not sure how, or why she’s here to begin with, more than likely just someone's arm candy for the night, paid arm candy is more like it.

Yup, you guessed it, good ole Susie wanted a damn photo….No matter how bad you wanted to pull away, all you could hear ringing in the back of your head on a never ending cycle was : “Every smile, handshake, and huge could turn into a vote Yn”

God, that’s like embedded into your damn soul at this point! Then once you took one photo it just turned into the damn domino effect...Every, time you tried to leave, you were being ushered towards someone else’s rich something or another for a photo that you could give less than a fuck about! The floor was swimming with wealthy politicians, retired businessmen, athletes and reporters, oh the joys of being the senator's daughter…

A good two hours later, which in all actuality was only maybe 15 minutes (Yes, a bitch is dramatic as fuck), you managed to weasel yourself out of the crowd. Consuming at least another full glass of Cabernet in the process, only to be greeted by the feeling of your phone vibrating in your hand. Glancing down with a smirk, upon realizing your night might be picking up after all…

Joonie😏🗣🧠👓💦🍆: 7:25PM: Mmmhmm, come find me.

Joonie.

Namjoon Kim..

Your Kim.

The one you were actually looking for, prior to getting…. distracted!

Tall, tan, broad shoulders, husky tenor and the deepest dimples you’d ever seen in your life. The man in question also happens to be the son of the other half of the NY senate...so that alone probably explains why he’d be the person you’d gravitate to! His father and yours got into office together almost 5 years ago now...

His father, much like Joshua and your own, was also sitting on a 10 figure trust! Daniel’s family however made their Billions in the realm of Silicon Valley as opposed to Oil mines! Christine, Namjoon’s mother on the other hand, may not have come from money but she's definitely made a name for herself as she's one of the top (Luxury) Event planners in the Western market.

If I’m being honest, originally your friendship was somewhat forced, the initial election took place while the two of you were still in High School. The truth, though of course they’d never admit it is, is they intentionally angled their campaigns to benefit one another. Silently plotting to tag team the position and replace the previous senators who’s held a place in the NY Senate since damn near the 90’s. So, with that being said, your fathers campaign teams thought it would look good for their image if the two of you appeared to be good friends, though if we're being real you didn't think you’d click whatsoever! Prior to the election the only time Namjoon and yourself interacted was when it was orestrated...at some charity gala, fashion show, movie premier...never leisurely. The two of you just ran in different circles, though where the press was concerned, you're essentially besties from birth simply due to sharing the same tax bracket!

Let’s just say, you’ve always been a politician's nightmare, both in the public eye and behind closed doors, and well, Joon’s always looked the most like a politician's kid out of all of you!

Well, at least on surface level, even back then, whether attending debate club, a meeting or just leisurely in his spare time Joon just always looked like a walking Hugo Boss campaign! The two of you took a day trip to Napa last week and the man showed up to the airport in dress pants and loafers….

But, regardless of his desire to constantly dress like a well paid college professor...behind closed doors...that man was the farthest thing from innocent!

Namjoon’s overall “Scholar Student” Aesthetic is actually part of his overall appeal though and he's very much aware of it as well! See, the thing is, he totally looks like the sweet, innocent, brainiac that you’d meet for a study date in the library. The type that's shy and bashful, probably hasn’t even had his first kiss yet, would without a doubt come in his pants if you sat in his lap.

However, like I said, Joon’s the prime example of why you should never judge a book by it's cover. Actually, the more I think about it Kim is basically a walking Porn Hub cliché's, ya know the one, where the nerd is actually some sex god...yeah! Because don’t get me wrong, he is smart as fuck, a book nerd by choice, well versed and very cultured….but he’s also a closet fuck boy. It’s not public knowledge, but if you know, you know!

All that aside, he is one of the only people within your circle, somewhat following in their parents footsteps. This particular Kim is currently attending college at NYU double majoring in Journalism and Political Communication! If Namjoon had it his way, the preference would still be Journalism, however he’d lean more towards creative writing. But, for the time being he’ll probably slip into political; based Journalism, to keep his father at bay!

Nearsighted, Associates degree and all, that motherfuckers nothing but trouble, the good kind of course, depending on who you ask but ugh, yeah….

Joonie baby will break your back and your heart if you don’t play the game right!

Regardless of how you guys came together; fast forward a good 5 or so years and now Namjoon’s one of your closest friends! All politics, PR stunts, and bullshit aside!

Hint’s why in times like this where you feel like your in over your head and essentially drowning...he’s your safe space!

Which is exactly what you need right now, and fuck if it didin’t take every, once of self control you had not to just jump his ass the moment you finaly see him!

Fuck!

Standing there in all his glory, in a Valentino slim fit navy blue suit, the jacket appears to have some sort of paisley print, opting against a tie. Leaving his crisp white dress shirt slightly unbuttoned, teasing at his broad caramelized chest as he makes his way from the bar. Heading over to the table, which has an empty seat waiting right beside him with your name written all over it...literally!

Purposely dodging the old lady to your left in a coat that would have PETA ready to throw hands! Gaudy diamonds, terrible Botox, and smelled as if she showered in an entire bottle Chanel No. 5! She reached out for a handshake, you offered your empty champagne glass, sounds like a fair enough trade!

Yeah, no, sorry, not in the mood for another meet and greet right now!

“Joonie” Squeals from your lips once you’re in close enough proximity, his dark piercing eyes cut over to meet yours. A slight chill trickles down your spine as he casually drinks you in from head to toe as you sway closer. You’d be lying if you said the added attention didn’t have you putting a little extra “umph” within your strut. Basking in the attention, a playful smirk tugging on those sinfully thick lips of his, accompanied by those disrespectful ass dimples!

“There she is!” He sounds so fond right now it’s unreal, signaling for you to come closer with the flick of a finger, and you just let yourself melt...right into him. Namjoon always felt like home in these types of situations. Nose pressed to the side of your cheek, “Hi, baby”

Baby.

The word slipped out for the first time casually, maybe a year ago, while two of you were high at some models flat in London after fashion week . From that point on you decided you preferred the way that sounds leaving his tongue as opposed to “Y/n”! So when it’s just the two of you, that’s how he addresses you, honestly there wasn’t much thought behind the pet name.

“You look fuckin good” The words hushed into your hair in a tenor meant for your ears and your ears only, and suddenly everything just feels hot...everywhere. There’s clearly a hint of something a little more than just friendly playing on his tongue right now.

A small little “Thank you” leaves your lips, and if I didn't know any better I’d think the compliment made you a little flustered.

Namjoon was the definition of Ocean arm’s and goddamn if you didn't just love how big this man was! It literally felt like he was hiding you from the entire universe when he had you nuzzled into his frame! Face flush to his chest, wrapping your arms firm around his waist, letting your eyes flutter shut briefly, a deep, slow exhale flooded through your body. Inhaling the musky yet sweet scent of his cologne mixed with his natural aroma, which has grown to become a calming mechanism over the years. The whole interaction couldn't have lasted longer than 20 seconds in all actuality, due to neither of you wanting to draw even more attention to yourselves. But still, even if it was over before it even truly started, you just-you needed it!

“You had me worried for a minute…” Placing a quick kiss in your hair, that you would have missed if you blinked but again, your in public soo…”I was about to put out a PPL on your ass…”

Palms soothing up and down your back gently, as he breathed into your hair , pulling back a little so there was some form of personal space between the two of you. Reaching over to grab his glass of whiskey, swirling it around before taking a long languid sip, eyes scanning the room briefly.

“You’re late, even for you...especially considering all four of us were scheduled to walk in together.” He gives you a look and for fucks sake will anyone let that go?! “That’s ugh…. pretty fuckin ballsey of you all things considering...” Tenor dropping slightly, head clocked to the side as he appraises you and fuck, the bass in his voice still has you all types of fucked up! “You wanna fill me in on what I missed between 2AM when I dropped you off and now?”

Again why is everyone in your shit today?! What part of “your fine” don’t they understand?! Even if that’s total bullshit but still….why is it so hard for them to respect your bullshit!?

Nope, no, not, you’re not doing this right now! Glancing over your shoulder briefly before leaning up to place a kiss on the hinge of his jaw, that tittered the line of passing as an “friendly” greeting.

“I’m fine Jonnie it’s nothing, we just got held up in glam.., Ariel was flying in from Miami...we got a late start, I ended up changing my mind halfway through" Hand flailing in the air like a prop the more you spoke "Shit just didn't go to plan” Gaze intentionally diverted as you welcomed yourself to his glass of Scotch instead. Damn near inhaling the entire drink as we speak and you hated dark liquor, so that alone let him know something was up!

Merely resisting the urge to smooth out the crease he felt forming between his brows, a dry snort left his lips, shaking his head in response to your blatant stubbornness. Nevertheless, always the gentleman, reaching down to pull out your chair so you could take a seat next to him. Mirroring your actions just moments prior, quickly scoping out his surroundings before he brought those plush pillows he calls lips a centimeter away from your ear.

Fuck.

“Right, so I'm just going to assume you don’t wanna talk about it right now. Or wait I’m sorry, have you just upgraded to insulting my intelligence straight to my damn face?”

Brow quirked inquisitively, and you could literally feel every word, tone taking on a hint of seriousness the more he talked. Namjoon licked his lips and the tip skimmed the edge of your ear and - .

“For one you smell like an entire bottle of Heidsieck, two, I can almost taste the nicotine on your tongue and more importantly-” He sighs, voice taking on a softer tenor “You've been crying I know you, even beneath the the entire bottle of Bausch +Lomb you inhaled before walking in here. That shit clears up the color within your iris, not the disconsolate behind your eyes.... If you don’t want to talk right now that’s fine. But don’t fuckin sit in my face and disrespect what we’ve built by deadass lying to me.” Ohhh a slight growl has entered the chat “Like I’m some random ass journalist invading your space and asking you about your personal life all out of pocket. because I'm fuckin not. We got wayyy more than that between us, this ain't Sophomore year, were not smiling for the cameras then going our sperate ways !”

Pulling back just enough to glare down at you above the brim of his glasses, which he always wore low along his nonexistent bridge. Eyes daring you to look him in the face a lie again, teasing his fingers through his platinum blonde locks. Styled in the perfect semi grown out undercut, the top a little on the longer side. If he parted it down the middle your barely able to tell that the sides tapered into a crisp fade. Sideburns outlining that extremely understated jawline of his! Though you had to admit the yellow gold diamonds dawning his ears were kinda stealing the show right now!

“So again, do you just not wanna talk about it right now? Or have you forgotten that I have an IQ of 137, and can smell bullshit from here all the way to Gangnam!?” If the word “Unimpressed” was a person it would be Namjoon right about now...because he wasn’t buying anything you were trying to sell him!

It’s probably why your suddenly having very vivid daydreams of your hand wrapped around this man's windpipe and for once it’s not even remotely sexual!

Blatantly ignoring the strong twitch within Namjoon’s jaw and simply saying “I’m here, aren’t I!?” Face stoic, tone flat as all hell, in case it wasn’t clear that this conversation was more than over, you opted to eye his bourbon glazed salmon until he got the hint.

“You are-" Pause. Deep. Slow. Breaths...

"The actual definition of vexation, I swear to fuckin god Y/n”

Namjoon rolls his eyes, as the words fall from his lips without a lick of real heat behind them, because as quiet as it’s kept ,you truly are, Joon’s baby! Which is why he cares to begin with! Picking up a piece of fish on his fork before essentially shoving it into your hand, a disgruntled huff heaving those plush lips of his. Sliding his plate in your direction, completely giving up on eating at this point, he knew you needed it more anyway!

”Your lucky I can’t have your ass getting sick on me tonight, we still have like, 3 hours left of this bullshit.” Fingers pattering idly against the table, as he studies the room… silently taking in his audience. Subtlety posing for the not so discreet photographers weaving through the crowd. Much like yourself, he’s been doing this for far too long, most of Namjoon’s candid pictures were far from it in all actuality, using the lighting and his vast knowledge of his angles to his advantage as per usual!

Finally, you were starting to feel your mix of poisons hit your system so you knew you needed to even it out with a little substance. I mean yeah, you could have just ordered your own plate but meh, this was easier anyway!

The two of you settled into comfortable silence and Namjoon started busying himself on his phone while you ate, scrolling through a couple contacts until he landed on a contact labeled under “Kookie”.

“Right so, back to your little SOS that was apparently triggered by Your glam team running late” Eyes cutting in your direction, tone flat as all hell! There were air bunnies involved, tone as baran as can be and again you just really wanna choke his ass! Glaring over mid chew which he potently ignored. Brow tilted in a silent challenge, daring you to deny that you weren't in fact full of actual shit.

Lips curling into a menacing little smirk “Exactly-'' Your mouth popped open to respond though he quickly pipped back up to drown you out “So, anyway, what are you feelin tonight? He’s actually like, coming down the street, but he already has a couple options on him, mostly Physics.

Thank fuck he found someone, your usual connect wouldn’t be available until closer to midnight and God forbid you make it through a charity gala sober!

Speaking over a mouth full of salmon, sounding utterly exasperated! “Honestly, any fucking thing at this point…”

Namjoon hums thoughtfully, sucking on a Bourbon soaked Ice cube “He’ll be here in 10, I just went with Smartees…there easy, discrete, effective” Offering a nonchalant little shrug, as he welcomed himself to a piece of smoked asparagus.

Smartees

Candy

Vitamin -E

Molly...

Estcasy...it’s all one and the same, just depends on who you ask!

He leans back in, apparently keen on whispering tonight. “Maybe, if your a good girl and eat enough, we can split one before we leave...chill you out a little bit. '' He hums low, voice thick and heady, lips curling into a grin with a hint of something wicked playing on the ends, as his fingers idly ghost over your forearm. Giving it a light squeeze and regardless of how innocent the skin-ship may seem to the naked eye, you’re well aware of all the underlying innuendos behind it!

You make a noise of agreement, trying your damnedest to ignore the fire coursing through your veins at the pet name. Though before you could even dwell, Namjoon was sliding back in with another update, this one however wasn't as...arousing…to say the least!

“Oh, by the way…” Yeah this doesn't sound good “Fox 5’s been waiting for you to get here, I did a little something on my own earlier but they want a joint interview, same shit as last year. It’s up to you, we can do it before or after the speech, I’m down for whatever you want...” Waving his hand lackadaisically, idly twirling the various pieces of Bvlgari around his fingers, seemingly un-phased.

The fucking- you completely forgot about that, and your so not in the mood for a speech...not even close! Not to mention you totally forgot to even write one so that’s cute, we love that!

“Of -fuckin- course they do!” Stabbing your mashed potatoes in a way that's... somewhat concerning…

“Baby.” It was a warning, though his voice sat barley above a whisper, his tone was crystal! Eyes cutting in your direction briefly before dropping back down to his phone….

You didn't have it in you to argue, there’s no way around this anyway, fuck it! “What -the-fuck-ever!” Sliding the half empty plate aside.

The huff that leaves Namjoon’s chest this time around is a lot softer, lacking all the previous attitude and sarcasm, as it’s fully setting in that something a little deeper goin on tonight. Dipping his head a little, a wiry sigh leaving his lips ““Y/n, what’s wrong?” He’s a second away from begging at this point, tension spreading along his face, drawing a firm crease between his brows.

Eyeing you intently as you just shake your head, stubbornly, eyes locked on absolutely nothing, you can’t look at him directly right now because you know you’ll fall apart. Chewing absently at your inner cheek, your foots pattering alarmingly hard under the table, almost as if your too high strung to even stay still.

A hand slides beneath the table with zero hesitation, regardless of the quick glance over his shoulder the subtle gesture was a little risky in such a public vicinity. Though, you were more than worth every possible penalty!! Namjoons palm is warm, strong, grounding, as he takes an almost possessive hold on your thigh. Stifling your anxious patters. “Y-”

“I just wanna get it outta the way” When your eyes cut over to him it becomes alarmingly clear that your trying your damnedest not to lose your shit. “All of this" Hands gesturing wildly to the rest of the ballroom "Is just fuckin suffocating me tonight-” Words coming out clipped over a staggered breath and Namjoon’s face completely crumbles, because again...this is your world, it's techionlly all you know! It takes a lot to break you....sooooo..... ”And I’m not in the mood to have a fuckin mic shoved down my throat. So, with that being said let’s just get it the fuck out of the way so I can stay as lowkey as possible until it’s socially acceptable for me to fuckin leave!”

You were a second away from spiraling and at this point Namjoons seen enough to know he had to take control! The man before you can read you like the back of his palm at this point, and he instinctively grows very...protective over the press being in your face whilst your in such a state. Which is essentially a news headline waiting to happen if I’m honest, you're just far too temperamental for a press run right now! They’d have a field day with this version of Yn/Ln and that’s exactly why he’s not even going to give them the opportunity!

A displeased noise leaves Namjoons chest as he runs his fingers through his hair, rolling up his sleeve to glance down at his white gold AP. Silently working out exactly how much time you realistically have before this godforsaken speech! Seamlessly beckoning one of your guards from the far left of the room without breaking eye contact, it’s second nature at this point. There’s always someone at 10 & 2, when you’re born into a family that's sitting in the top 20% of Forbes...security becomes second nature!

Before you could even make heads or tails of the situation, Matt, and Alstein were standing in front of your table! Jaw tight, eyes locked and loaded, attentive, ready to whatever the fuck either of you needed. Barricading themselves around you so Namjoon didn't have to elevate his voice too much in the process.

“Get her out of here, as subtle as possible, no press, I don’t give a fuck if it’s TMZ, or CNN she’s no-”

“Joon!” Eyes wide, lips parted, slight shock at the way he’s just taking control right now, without giving you a say edgewise and he could give less than a damn. Namjoon’s not even looking in your direction, eyes trained on the men in front who are starting back with the same amount of intensity. Taking the young heirs orders very seriously, regardless of your half assed protest.

“I’m sure there’s some area of the hotel that’s not being used tonight, that’s also close enough that it won’t draw attention…”

“Nam-”

“Baby…” Fuck, well now he’s looking straight through you, there's so much emotion dancing within his iris, that if there’s a camera in at least a 10 foot radios….they could easily see there’s a little more than just friendship at play here. “Stop, and listen to me, you need a second, and I can’t give you what you need here!” I’m not sure how he was intending for that to come out but yes, your thighs are humming, and your minds racing , because fuck. What do you really need?!

“I’ll text you once he gets here, and you can tell me where to come find you” Namjoons speaking deliberately slow, voice sitting at an octave that’s almost nonexistent.

However all the smoke n mirrors aside...you knew he was right! You weren't in the right headspace for any part of this, however you also knew it would raise speculation if you weren't in constant eye sight. For one you haven't even interacted with your father once tonight as is, tossing your fork back against the plate, huffing out a strained breath, as you rake your fingers through your hair.

“But I can’t just-”

“You can and you will.” It's no longer a request,

“Go” And there’s also no reason a two letter word should sound that damn good!

“We Have a PR team for a reason yeah? Melissa and Justin make damn good money...more than enough for them to pull something out of their asses at any given time if need be.” Pushing your plate to the middle of the table, standing behind you to slide your chair out, stepping to the side, with his hand extending in your direction “Go..” Flicking his head towards the exit, dropping his voice to tenor that almost indicates he’s telling you a secret “Get yourself together, and I’ll come find you once I have something to put you in a better mood okay?”

You didn’t physically respond but your eyes said it all, as the distress slowly melted into relief and Namjoon couldn’t help the pleased smile from slowly creeping up his face if he wanted to! Regardless of how out of place it feels in the moment.

Flicking his head towards the exit one more time...”Go..I got this...” Gaze shifting over to the two men dressed in black ,tone hardening “Get her somewhere...and let me know once she’s good…”

“Yes sir” The command came in unison as they bowed out, waiting for you to step forward so they could accompany you to the exit as subtly as possible. Thankfully at these types of events, with so much wealth, status, power in one room, having security on you like a vice grip at all times isn't the most outlandish concept. So hopefully your exit would go unscaved…..

Also, by this he means the room, which Namjoon’s going to have to maneuver for the time being without you, because if there isn't at least one senator's kid schmoozing the press then yes, it will draw ample attention to your lack of presence. Yeah, it will be tedious and annoying but it’s the type of shit you do for one another.

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Not even 20 minutes later Namjoon finds himself in the far East Wing of the Chatwal, headed towards one of the many conference rooms within the historic hotel. One of your guards seamlessly slid Namjoon a key card as he exited the ballroom, counteracting any need for him to stroll past the front desk and make a scene…..

So, with that being said….this is how he finds you…..

Lying on top of the oversized Cherrywood table, your obnoxiously long train sprawled out around you! A cigarette perched between your overly glossed lips, puffing a cloud of smoke into the air! Clearly you’ve forgotten it’s not 2007 and you can’t technically do that anymore....

However, you are, Yn/Ln and The Big Apple is literally and figuratively your playgrounds! So there isn’t much you truly can’t do if you want to be real about it!

That’s actually probably more of a curse than a flex if you truly think about it…But will dissect that out a later date or more than likely it’ll dissect itself! 

“It’s like that huh?” You can already hear the smirk within his voice, without even looking...

Slowly rolling over to all fours, back automatically dropping into a nasty arch! This is all calculated even if you honestly aren’t thinking about it you know what you’re doing! The sight alone has Namjoon's dick twitching against the plush velvet on command. The bud of the cigarette wedged between your lips as you crawl forward, a light sway playing on your hips. Not stopping into you reach the edge of the table, dropping down to your elbows, plucking the tail from your lips. Gaze heavy as you blow a cloud of smoke in his direction.

“Depends....”The words purr off your lips as you gaze up at him under your full set of lashes...

“On?” Brow quirked in feigned innocence, head resting against the oversized mahogany door as he appraised you through hooded lids.

“If you brought me what I need or not..” Your looking up at Namjoon like a cat ready to pounce on its prey..

It’s the everything, for Namjoon honestly, kicking himself off the door, dropping his glasses into his pocket before wedging one hand inside, lips curved into a wolfish grin. Brow still tilted in your direction as he stalks towards you like he owned the place! Namjoons always carried himself with an air of confidence that was unmatched. As if he’s already found his place within the world, and he didn’t need gratification from anyone else to confirm it. People often mistakenly correlate money and social status with confidence! Little do they know that’s typically far from the truth, more people are faking it more than you think! Mr. Kim on the other hand, yeah he had his baggage but he knew who the fuck he was and more importantly the affect he had on others! So, he carried himself accordingly!

“We got aboutttt…” Glancing down at his watch briefly “30 minutes before they’ll start hunting us down..” Tongue coming out to wet his lips as he sinks down in front of you. Ghosting his thumb over the hinge of your jaw, reaching into his inner pocket with his opposite hand pulling out a tiny half bitten powder blue pill…

”First off, Have I ever not had exactly what you need?” Voice melting into a tenor that damn near has your thighs humming, and your eyes hitting the back of your head. Teasing the tablet between his fingers before placing it right on the tip of his tongue and your eyes light up like a kid on Christmas! Gripping his jaw, to pull him closer, so you can lick the psychoactive right off! Eyes locked, teasing the tip of his tongue between your lips before sucking both it and the pill into your mouth.

Namjoon moans deep and breathy, a dazed smile playing on his lips as his hand instantly takes an almost possessive hold on the back of your neck to keep you locked in place. Nipping your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away just enough to speak “Swallow like a good girl…” He already sounds hoarse, breath heavy and baited with pure need...eyes sharp as they shift, and drop half lidded.

Never one to disappoint, slowly letting your tongue roll from your mouth, showing you've done as instructed. Nudging your head slightly, knocking his thumb from your jaw, into your mouth. Sucking on the digit absently , taking it all the way down until your tongues teasing around the rim of the Chopard band.

Eyeing him with mock innocence ripping a clipped hiss from Namjoons throat along with a low string of moans falling from his lips…”Fuck…” It’s the way he actually sounds proud...lust clouding every orifice within his mind. “There you go, baby just needs somethin in her mouth yeah?” He literally looks like he wants to absolutely devour you and you'd let him! You’d let him do whatever the fuck he wanted!

Tentatively you pull back with an Obscene POP, eyes completely dazed. Smoothly switching gears, exchanging his thumb for your cigarette, and Namjoon gazes up at you with heavy, yet equally curious eyes as you take another so drag before stomping it out on the table! Intentionally holding the smoke within your lungs, a smirk tugging on Namjoon's lips as he leans in. Parting his mouth instantly, allowing you to slowly exhale into his lungs.

Welcoming the familiar burn into his chest and cloud his lungs before slipping his tongue right into your mouth, and you both melt into it. Namjoon’s kissing you like he’s been craving this, and you can’t get enough. It’s suddenly like you need him everywhere, just letting yourself feel like your drowning for a moment. The kiss it’s deep, slow, smooth yet filthy all at once. There’s no other way to describe it, mouths', lips, and tongues moving together effortlessly, as your entire body compresses against him.

You feel his palm leave your neck, teasing down your spine before taking a firm grip on your ass, large and leath palms, squeezed to the point where it almost hurts but you reveled in the feeling. Ripping a low gasp from your lips as he digs his nails into the fabric, kneading your cheek in his palm, nails clawing into the chiffon as if he’s trying to just rip you apart! Especially upon realizing your not wearing panties...Teasing his fingers along our lips through the thin chiffon of your dress.

Namjoon Moans right into your mouth, kissing you in a way that almost knocks the wind outta your chest it’s so deep “I should’ve fuckin known” Cupping your heat in his palm, squeezing until the tips of his fingers almost feel like they could just...slide in.

“Namjoon” Your blatantly whiney and you honestly could give less than a fuck, especially once he smirk's against your mouth in a way that lets you know he’s about to give you everything you need and then some.

“Shh, I got you” Kissing his way up the side of your neck, and along your jaw whilst shrugging his blazer off tossing it to the side like it wasn't 3k...taking your face between his palms as he shifts off his knees. Leaning back in with a little more fever this time, desperately working your mouth open, deep, wet and messy. Namjoon’s hands are everywhere yet it still feels like it’s far from enough, it’s becoming more teeth and tongue than anything with skill at this point but you could care less!

You’ve gotten him started and now he’s just on, you...

Namjoon braces his knees on the table as he pushes your frame backwards with a good amount of force actually, knocking you back on your elbows. Swiftly crawling on top of you until your caged beneath him, hooking a leg over his hip to hold him in place, instantly, shifting you against the desk with one deep, teasing roll of the hips! Moaning into your mouth, once he feels your spine start to bow, body arching into him, chasing after any and every thing you can get.

“We gotta be quick...and you gotta be quiet…” Lips painting a trail of messy open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, lacing his lips back around your pulse point. Sucking just enough to make you squirm, he knows better than to leave marks whilst at an event! You half whined at the way he teased the vein, just scraping his teeth against your skin as opposed to biting! There’s suddenly wet heat coursing through your body from where Namjoon’s slowly trailing his tongue up the side of your neck! No doubt wanting you to imagine his tongues somewhere else entirely, as he waved it with far too much fineness against your skin.

Hand sliding down his stomach, not stopping until you reach the front of his pants, cupping his dick, curling our finger's inwards so your nails are just slightly piercing his length through the fabric...”Fuck me” Pouts off your tongue as more of statement than anything else.

Namjoon damn near growls against your lips, hips already starting to chase after your palm. “Fuck, I don’t- I don't have anything with me I didn’t plan on-”

‘I don’t care! Fuck me” Fingers frantically working his zipper open, forever thankful Namjoon often wears briefs, with fly strips. Slipping your hand inside and you damn near start salivating upon feeling how hard this man is, you can literally feel him pulsing against your palm. Swiping your thumb over the head, smearing the precum around the tip until his jaw goes slack, ripping another choked out moan from his throat.

“Just gotta be careful, as much as I’d love to let you come all over me…” The pressure within your palm fluctuates, tightening your grip as you start to actually stroke him, and Namjoon’s entire body shudders. Head tossed back, eyes rolling to back of his head, jaw taut, as he allows himself to get lost for a moment. “We can’t ruin this just yet..so I guess that means you get to fill me up tonight big boy” Namjoon can feel you smiling against the crook of his neck, twisting your wrist with even more vigor.

Slowly he shifts his focus back to you, eyes fluttering open in a way that appears as though it required immense effort! Gazing back at you, completely blown as he continues grinding into your palm, and sticks two fingers back into your mouth. Taking them knuckle deep with seasoned ease, while simultaneously getting him off with your hand!

Namjoon sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, trying to pull his shit together, as if he didn't do this to himself... “Mmm...Yeah?” Brow titled in your direction as he spreads our legs, plucking his fingers free and it’s intentionally messy spit sliding down your lips and over your chin as he drags them south. Teasing the slicked digits up your inner thigh, not stopping until they're dancing along your bikini line. “Just sounds like an excuse to me...” The tip of his middle fingers, ghost along your lips, and you don’t even try to stop yourself from bucking into his hand. Gazed looked in a half lidded haze, “We both know how much of a little cum slut you are, I don’t think you really give a fuck about this dress. Not like you couldn’t have another dropped off at the snap of your fingers.”

He whispers, breath warm, lips pressed flush to our ear, nipping the lobe between your teeth. “I think you just need your pussy filled. "A moan fills the air in unison at the admission, clearly you both wanted that "Or maybe you wanna feel my cum dripping down your thighs as you walk through the ballroom the rest of the night.”

“Mmm, So what if I do? ” You smirk up at him, biting down on your bottom lip, you're nothing but trouble and he fuckin loves it.

Always has....

He just hums, nonchalant as ever not really feeding into your games right now…

“You gonna give me what I wa-fuck” That smart ass little rebuttal you were working on dies right on the tip of your tongue.

Finally, fuck, Namjoon sinks into you, already starting out two fingers deep because he knows you don’t have the time to bullshit around. So if you wanna be a brat and you want it now, then you’re going to have to take it in stride! God, it feels, so right, it’s actually insane the way your body just knows him, how effortlessly it is for you to just let him in. The glide is smooth, as he works his fingers in and out of you, and fuck, are you ever so grateful for how long and thick his fingers are. Mirroring his cock to the tee, making the pressure build within the pit of your stomach embarrassingly quick!

“Yeah?” There's a shit-eating grin playing on those sinfully thick lips of his, he already sounds like he’s balls deep inside you and you’re too far gone to even be a smartass. Just huffing out moans and whimpers, spine arching off the table, as his hand moves in and out from between your thighs. Swiftly increasing his pace, reeling in the way you’re sucking him in, suctioning his fingers like a vise grip.

You take him so fuckin well and his skin feels like it’s on fire gaze locked as he watches you fall apart beanthe him. Moaning and wiggling your hips down to sink deeper, Namjoon pumps his finger languidly, reveling in the sight of his diamond encrusted digits appearing and disappearing between your lips. The arousingly filthy sound of your essence coating his fingers as your juices drizzle down your inner thighs.

Lids falling heavy as another deep breath shutters through your body “Godddd your fingers are s-so long,” Your already shaking, not sure where all the whininess came from, a slight stutter rolling off your tongue, grabbing Namjoon’s hair again.

A soft sigh paints the air “Such a pretty little pussy” Namjoon rests his head on your knee, kissing and sucking at your inner thigh, clearly aiming for straight sensory overload, with the way his tongues waving against your skin! Curling his fingers inwards, aiming for the rigid patch of nerves nestled between your walls. “Mmm, can’t wait to be inside you, feel how tight you are around my cock, it’s been a while baby you think you can still take me?”

Your drowning, in all things Namjoon Kim right now, so much so that you don’t even care to put up a front or play along, you just wanna get fucked! “Joon, baby fuck…” You whined, eyes squeezing shut, hips starting to slowly grind into his palm, meeting each and every thrust head one. Intentionally letting his hand smack against your clit every time.

The sounds bouncing off the panes of Wood paneled walls is absolutely obscene! It’s almost comparable to Namjoon's hands smacking against a puddle your so damn wet. Thank fuck there’s a whole ass party going on outside the double doors...and to top it off you look beyond sinful! A warm glow casts over your skin from the host of chandeliers above your head, you literally look like the most erotic piece of art and Namjoon’s in Heaven! Maybe hell actually, the way the train of your dress is cascading along the robust wood table, thighs spread, curls dusting your back, highlight catching every reflex above your head.

Goddamn!

“There you go, fuck yourself on my fingers, baby” You can feel his fingers caressing your walls, slowly prying them apart, reaching down to grab his wrist, forcing him to fuck into you harder and at that he slipped in a third finger. Fucking you open deep in hard until his wrist starts to burn and Namjoons panting as hard as you are.

“God” He chuckles lightly and he almost sounds dumbfounded. Shaking his head almost as if he can’t believe it, dropping his posture slightly, breath fanning over your clit. “Mmm with how needy you are tonight, you’d swear I’m the only one that knows how fuck you right.” There’s a clipped snort that leaves his throat at that ,once he feels the way you clench around his finger, the timbers dark, arrogant even… “Yea, sounds about right though….”Eyes locked and loaded as he lets his tongue slide out of his mouth.

You already know who he’s talking about...it’s a specific shot that’s been fired! You’re both cool with his younger brother but the eldest….that’s a completely different story, and it’s so fucked the way you’re getting off on this petty shit right now.

“The only one that can make you lose it with just a simple-“Namjoon lays his tongue right against the tip of your clit rolling it around the very edge, we’re all of your nerves lie and you damn near snap his neck between your thighs. The sudden sensation had your legs trying to close in around him, eyes squeezing shut jaw completely laxed for a second you forget we’re the fuck you are!

Bitch you’re loudddddddd!!

“Oh my go-Namjoon what the fu-” Before you have time to even process what’s happening part of Namjoon’s silk handkerchief is being teased at your bottom lip. It doesn’t even need further explanation. You take the hint and the idea alone has you fluttering around his finger. Reclining your jaw fully, accepting the makeshift gag, which is essentially a $300 piece of designer silk.

Namjoon moans, low, and guttural almost like he’s getting off on the sight alone and now he’s really goin in, lips laced around the bud. He’s never been shy with his pleasure, always down to let you know how much he enjoys this, and every sound leaving his lips, flutters through your veins. Sending vibrations straight to your core as he continues sucking on your clit mercilessly like it’s a straw and he hasn’t broken eye contact ...once. Those dragon eyes looking even more honed due to his current high setting in!

“Yeah,fuck yeah, you wanna scream for me baby?” You can feel him smirking against your heat, as he pulls his fingers free, swirling his tongue around the tip of your clit one more time before fully releasing you from his mouth. An obscene trail of spit dragging from his tongue in the process, using your own arousal to slick himself up

You’re giving Namjoon a look, right now, and you've done this far too many times, he knows exactly what you want as he smiles down at you, a hit of something dirty teasing on the ends as he removes the silk from your mouth. Leaning forward with pursed lips, aiming right down your throat, his aims a little off, getting a little on the corner of your mouth which he swiftly collects with the tip of his tongue before rolling that into your mouth as well.

A low moan starting on his tongue and ending on yours as he slides his dick against your lips teasingly, until he just lays right between them. Hard and pulsating against you. “Think you can stay quiet for me or do I need to gag you again?”

Your jaw starts to recline in leu of a verbal response, Namjoon makes a low, and surprisingly needy sound, as you reach out tangling your fingers in his hair. Tugging at his scalp until it burns, as if to say your growing impatient “God your so fuckin sexy, open up for me baby”.

Grabbing the makeshift gag back between your swollen lips “Tell me if you need me to-stop-“

Reaching between your thighs laying your hand over his, done with the bullshit at this point. Placing Namjoon right where you want him, tip teasing at your entrance. You go to removing your hand and he grips your wrist “Nah, don’t stop..” Eyes locked, ice blonde locks falling into his face, skin already creating a slight sheen between his brows.

Keeping still, and allowing you to set the pace as you start to push against him. “That’s it“ He murmurs, bushing his fingers along your clit, the added sensation helping you ease him in. “Guide me in, take what you need baby” There’s a slight smirk playing on his lips, as he dimples down at you.

It's a lot, he's a lot, as the pressure builds within your core as your body tries to accommodate the stretch. There’s suddenly a fist, hitting the door so faint rumbling under all the commotion, and music from the party that you almost missed it! Your eyes meet instantly, both silently agreeing to just ya know...ignore it! Not even, a full 30 seconds later...your phone starts vibrating against the table....

You already knew who it was, hint's why you weren't phased! Your guards made it very clear that no one was to know where you were when they got the key from the hotel manager. More importantly they noted you needed solitude and privacy to go over tonight’s speech. With that being said there’s only 3 people who would have the balls to come and knock on this door.

So you don’t stop, and Namjoon's a second away from losing his shit, gnawing on his bottom lip to muffle the deep moan building in his chest. It’s a slow penetrating pace letting yourself clinch and release as you push in deeper. Joon’s a big boy, and if he didn’t know any better he’d think you were trying to Suffocate him! Yet he still Instinctively rocks forward, helping you breach through, chasing after the pleasure with such intensity it was almost dizzying! At this point you aren’t sure if you’re running towards or away from him as your spine starts to bow.

Blunt nails digging into your thighs. “God, baby-fuckkkk” Head dropping to the crook of your neck a second away from drooling, panting out hot and heavy the deeper he goes. A chill coursing down his spine at the way your body just slowly starts morphing around him...“Baby” He’s whining and you’re reeling in the sound, thighs clamped around his back no matter how hard they’re shaking. Forcing him to slide all the way home until he’s finally bottomed out, and then he stills. Pelvis flush against your stomach as the tip of your stiletto grazes Namjoons shoulders.

You try shifting your hips downward until Joon's hand stills your hips.

“ You already, k-know...she’s not going to stop until we answer her, let’s just-”

There’s a slight growl that works from your throat, and that’s his breaking point reaching forward to snatch the handkerchief out of your mouth before gripping the hinge of your jaw between his fingers!

‘Hey, hey...stop..” A soft shushing noise that leaves his lips “Talk to me, what the fuck’s got you so pissed off that-”

There’s a clipped little chuckle that leaves your throat and it’s nothing short of bitter. Nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to break skin but he didn’t care. Namjoon still wasn’t giving up…

Is grip tightens ever so slightly around the hinge of your jaw, Head cocked to the side very similar to a confused puppy “Aye, i’m not bullshitting right now I need to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours before I-“

 “I walked in on my dad, and some fuckin Jung and Associates intern this morning.” It’s actually scary the way every once of emotion drained out of your voice when you said that rivaling robotic actually! “Fun fact: The only reason I was coming to see him in the first place was to inform him that my grandmother probably won’t even make it through the week and we should book a flight to go be with my mom!”

Oh

Namjoon’s Eyes fall almost comically wide at that, honestly they almost look stuck, until they finally flutter shut briefly...a sharp breath shuttering through his body. Processing the words you just let fall from your mouth letting them settle on his tongue a little because what the actual fuck!

“So yeah, I could give you a million fuckin reasons why I came here tonight feenin for a distraction and could give less than a fuck about doing anything that actually directly involves senator YLN!”

The silence that fell over the room, though short, was painfully oppressive! What's crazy is for the average pair a little outburst like that would've killed the entire mood. However unfortunately, or I guess fortunately for you...this type of shit is more common than a Chanel Boy bag at brunch. Namjoon's not even phased, I mean granted he's heartbroken for you because he cares more than he'll probably ever admit...but he's not completely thrown for a loop as one would and should be in this moment. But hey...again...welcome to the world of Yn/Ln and Namjoon Kim, nothings even remotely normal around here!

There’s a shaky exhale that ruptures through your body, eyes rapidly diverting away from his. Fluttering up at the ceiling and if he didn’t know any better he’d think you were blinking back tears. Your heart is hammering painfully hard against your rib cage right now and you have a sudden urge to completely hide your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling far too open ironically enough, more so because now you’re feeling vulnerable, which is an emotion you’re not too fond of. However the man on top of you knows you better than you’d like to acknowledge, it’s instantaneous the way his gaze softened! Forehead dropping against your own, exhaling a deep slow breath almost as if he’s re-centering himself.

Namjoon can feel your entire body start to tense, prying a sharp hiss slipped past his swollen lips at the sudden tension wrapped around his shaft!

“Breathe” he murmured quietly ironically enough out of breath his damn self! “You need me to pull-“ Though you still wouldn’t look at him, the curt nod that cut him off mid sentence made your stance on the matter very clear!

Flicking his tongue against his index and middle finger before continuing his mensations between your thighs. Obviously the gesture is sexual but the overall goal isn’t to get you off right now, just to subconsciously get you to open up a little so your body will relax around him again. Soft counterclockwise motions....light enough to almost count as teasing if the air was different t! “Breathe, baby, hey, look at me ...”

You let out another shaky breath, eyes shut, hips shifting slightly to try to almost rock against his fingers. “Namjoon I don't-“

“Want to deal with my pretentious, obnoxious face, you just want to get fucked, pretty baby I know . But I’m not doing anything until you calm down, and look at me...”

You do or at least you try, the pout more than evident on your lips even as his palm smooths up your hip. Squeezing hard enough to send a chill trickling up your spine, lashes fluttering , leaning into the warmth beneath his palm. "There's my girl" He known exactly what he's doing, the touch his grounding, possessive even.... as if to remind you that no matter how gone you feel He’s here. Right. Here.

“ Now look me in the eyes and tell me again what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

This wasn’t and ego thing and you know it, you’re minds a cluster fuck and Namjoon's currently acting as a secondary drug right now! He’s the last person to judge, lord knows you've been his vice more times that either of you can count. However while you’re in such a state he needs you to look him in the eyes and tell him what you want!

You blinked once, slowly, before you swallowed, nodding as you met his gaze head on! “Joon, I want-” you started trying to keep your voice somewhat controlled “I need, you to fuck me. I promise will talk later but right now I just need-fuck- Pleas-“

Namjoon hummed quietly, leaning down and pressed a kiss to your mouth slowly sliding his tongue between your lips massaging the muscle against his own. Realistically you don't have time for this kinda shit, but it is what it is..... He needs to shift the mood back a little, granted Joon's still hard as fuck and you're still flowing like an ocean...but mentally he needs to bring you down...just a little bit....

A tiny noise ruptured in your throat somewhere between a moan and a gasp, warping your arms around his neck. Clinging to the man above you as if he was everything you needed and then some! I know you said you just needed a distraction, and yeah the sex is A1... but moments like these make it very hard not to wonder if this goes more than just the two of you being fuck buddies!

Namjoon kissed you again, then nudged your head to the side, pressing his mouth to the crook of neck. “Mmm, yeah, relax for me baby I got you....” he murmured softly. “Yeah, yeah...that’s my good girl...” Namjoon breathed quietly, licking a stripe up your neck, sucking absently at the spot right being your ear as he gave an experimental thrust. Slow, somewhat shallow, testing the waters a little as he circles his hips against your own. The soft almost pliant whimper that muffles into his bleached locks was all the approval he needed.

Your phone started buzzing again only this time…

“ How much ti-I don’t give a single fuck. Stop. Who’s up now? Park? Yeah? Great, so will see you in ten.” I don’t even think Namjoon gave Melissa time to get in a word edgewise before he threw your phone against the table hard enough to almost shatter the device.

I doubt that was meant to be as sexy as it was but…...

“Alright...." It's almost scary the way his entire aura changes once his focus shifts back to you. Tone softening eyes growing even darker , but this time for a completely different reason than seconds prior...

"Now. Wrap your legs back around my back...tight, and put that fuckin handkerchief back in your mouth.”

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SO yeah, lol that's all she wrote, if this get's enough love I'll edit part 2! It picks off where this left off, so we do see the rest of the gala, there's a after party situation in which we get to meet Jin and Tae a little more as well!

Hint, the other Vauss boy is a BTS member, both boys were adopted so they have hyphenated last names! Meaning Kookie would be Jungkook Jeon -Vauss...sooo who do you think his brother is? AKA the one Joon knows the OC is obviously fucking on the side as well?

There's also numerous plots and storylines that flutter though this...OT7 will all have intertwining roles. It was outlined to have a lot of drama, secret's, sex, boujee fun, and scandals lol! But the smut is only going 3/4 members deep....

There's the possibility of 2 of the boys being Bi, one of them would be Joon! I also played with the idea of just doing little one off one shots as well with the members once the universe was a little more established...but yeah lemme know what you guys think! Come talk to me, I'll be a lil active this weekend!

LOVE,

ROCKI