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cinnaminyoons · 2 years ago

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LIAR, LIAR !!

!! ksj x m!reader

!! wc | 5.7k

!! tags | guns, threats, mentions of violence/sex work, drinking, reader has an older sister

[ event masterlist ]

petty thief/mob boss

stuck in interrogation rooms across from one another

“i’ve been waiting to kick your ass all week.”

“i’m telling you, the guy’s innocent. just look at his file – look at his face. nobody that young and anxious can lead the country’s most notorious crime syndicate.”

the two officers glance into the plain white room. a dark-haired man sits inside, hands in his lap. he wears scuffed white sneakers and ripped blue jeans, and he shivers in a plain t-shirt. he’s staring across the hall into another room, where a younger man lazes with handcuffs around his wrists and a bored, dangerously calm expression – his head rolls in his direction and their supposed gang leader snaps his gaze quickly away, eyes wide as his knee bounces rapidly.

the older officer scoffs. “looks can be deceiving, junior. his handsomeness doesn’t make him innocent.” he shares a glance with another officer on the other side of the bullpen and claps a hand on his shoulder, herding him towards their suspect. the cadet fumbles with the manilla folder and clutches it to his chest.

“now,” he says assertively, “don’t speak to him. let me do the talking. guard the door in case he makes a run for it.”

the cadet isn’t sure that’s exactly protocol, but the senior officer has several major cases under his belt, and he’d be damned if he told an expert how to conduct himself. he nods, passing it over, and opens the door for him.

the officer takes a seat opposite the man, who watches them rigidly. he opens the folder and shuffles through the stapled and free sheets of paper silently, letting the room stew in uncomfortable tightness.

he whistles, impressed. “you’re a sky university graduate and student, mr kim? already one doctorate under your belt and you’re still studying?”

seokjin smiles tightly. “yes, sir.”

“what in, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“radiopathology. i’m going for a medical degree this round. sir,” he adds as an afterthought.

the officer locks his fingers together on the table. “studies like this – must cost you a fortune. how are you, financially?”

his gaze flicks to the younger officer by the door. he shrugs, small and tight, and his shoes scuff against the floor. he sighs, a haunted look in his eyes. “fine, i guess, but i’ll die before i pay off my student debt.”

the cadet snorts and covers it up with a cough. the senior officer gives him a sharp glance.

“then why continue?” he flicks through the pages, more for appearance than any mental refreshment. “your academic records tell me you could get a hefty paycheck, even fresh out of university, with your current doctorate. seems like overkill to me.”

something flickers over seokjin’s features. he drops his gaze and sits straighter, as if bracing himself. “my father developed cancer. an occupational hazard. with both degrees, i’ll gain the ability to not only prevent such deaths, but also to treat those in suffering, alleviating their pain.”

the officer eyes him with an unreadable smile. “you’ve practiced that.”

“yeah. i’ve had lots of experience with therapists and applying for tertiary grants. it gets easier to say every time.”

the officer leans in. seokjin leans away.

"so, will i be free to go anytime soon? i'm not trying to obstruct justice or anything, but i have a tutorial tomorrow at eight in the morning and i really need to get my affairs in order." seokjin frowns, mostly to himself. "i haven't even started my flashcards. i'm so screwed..."

"you'll be right to leave when i say so," he says sharply. "i've got a couple more questions for you, mr kim."

across the hall, a young woman in a blue pencil skirt and black heels enters the interrogation room. she shuts the door gently, sharp eyes raking the young man's figure, and shifts the folders against her chest.

"eyes up, little brother."

your gaze flickers upwards, following her without raising your head as she takes a seat across from you, smoothing her skirt beneath her legs.

"hello, yn," she murmurs, clasping neatly manicured hands over the files. "i haven't found you here since you were twelve. what would father say?"

"that i'm a terrible son. now everyone knows that i failed to get the job done."

she sighs, pursing her lips. "don't joke like this. what were you thinking? you're here for charges of petty theft and assault and battery. you're a better man than that."

"i fucked up, okay? it should've been a clean job – in and out without so much as a whisper. how the hell was i supposed to know that the lady had a side bitch? and," you lean forward, chains clinking as you press your palms against the table, "and, he threw the first punch. all i did was defend myself."

her eyes narrow into a glare. "you nearly killed the man! you're lucky he's not going to the media with this. there's only so much i can do for you, idiot, and i've only got two choices for you."

"jail time or – let me guess – community service?"

"no. jail time or help me find evidence for a case."

you blink. "what?"

she glances up at the camera in the corner of the room and sighs. "do you see the man across from you? white shirt."

you don't need to look over. "yeah. why, he your boyfriend?"

"he's the leader of an international crime syndicate. i know it. i just don't have the legal proof of it." she drums her fingers against the table. "this is where you come in. i need you to get close to him, grab some irrefutable audio recordings, and return to me. that's all i need."

you lean back in your chair, which creaks. you rub your eyes and wince. "fuck, noona, i'm not a grifter. i don't do long-cons. i like jewellery and shitty safes."

"it's either this or jail," she says firmly. "i can clean these charges off your record if i get him. let's just say that some very important people are banking on his arrest. please, yn – do it for me."

you shake your head incredulously, pressing your lips together. "you're asking cats to bark, noona. even if i wanted to, i don't have the right skillset – i'm no actor. and besides, what the fuck can someone like me do to get into a gang leader's inner circle?"

"i don't care how you get it done. if my intel serves, then he's partial to men like you," she emphasises, widening her eyes meaningfully. "get him chatty in bed if you have to; i don't give a shit. i believe in you, yn – you've got a solid history of excelling at everything you set your mind to. you could've been a brain surgeon, if you really wanted it."

you glance over at the man himself. your tongue darts over your lower lip. you turn back to the sergeant, slumping back in your chair. "there's no way that he's got any experience. he looks like a prude. he'll probably be asleep before i close his legs."

she makes a face. "i don't ever want to hear about that. listen, just try. for me? maybe you can get by with a little flirting – finally put that face of yours to good use. you didn't suffer through our family pinching your cheeks and telling you how you'd be a heartbreaker when you grew up to do absolutely nothing with it, right?"

"noona, i don't know..."

"oh, come on. it's not like he's hideous. can't be too hard to tell him he has nice eyes, can it?"

you sneak another glance, doubt written all over your features. it crumbles and you grimace, lifting a hand to rub the back of your neck. the other arm dangles from the cuffs. "fine! fine. i'll do it. for you. if i die, it's entirely your fault."

she lights up. "thank you! you've got this. stop by my apartment tonight, alright? i'll fill you in on the details, and you can get started in the morning. you can crash on my couch if you want to – i'm sure i've got enough of your clothes in a box somewhere to last you until you leave."

"yeah, yeah." you lift your hands towards her. "just get these fucking things off me, noona."

—

"what is this?"

"a good time, hyung!" taehyung grabs seokjin's elbow and drags him out of the sleek black car. he grins, bright and giddy, with a childish charm that suits his face but not the price tag of his suit. he wears burgundy, and if one looks closely, his glossy black shoes carry scars and scuffs from many tumbles. a surprising number of people have been close enough to notice – taehyung's carefree demeanour always masks his brutality.

seokjin's face twists, lightly peeved, as taehyung breezes past security without so much as a glance. "you told me you needed to pick something up. you lied to me."

he lifts a finger as the heavy bass music squeezes his lungs. "nuh-uh. i didn't lie – i do need to pick something up! i'll grab you something on the way in, too."

"can't you go one night without getting your rocks off?" seokjin nearly shouts. he can barely hear himself over the music. it is, however, satisfying to raise his voice, especially as taehyung flaps a dismissive hand in his direction.

"of course i can! but would i like to? no! oh – is that a new dancer? he's cute."

seokjin lets taehyung reel him through the club, blinking against the blue strobe lights. someone brushes against him and the hard steel lump in seokjin's jacket gives him pause, but seokjin meets his eyes unflinchingly and he drops his own, pushing his way through the crowds.

"i have better things to spend my time on," seokjin says, rather crossly. taehyung sits him down at an empty booth, firm hands on his shoulders. "not even a private room? i didn't raise you this way!"

taehyung huffs. "come on, hyung. it's not like it'll kill you. you deserve a little rest, especially after that fiasco with the mole! private rooms are quiet, and quiet means space to think, and space to think means that you'll be grumpy for the next two days. just let the music drown out the stresses of everyday life."

as he speaks, arms animated and dramatic, a good-looking man sashays over, wearing nothing but a pair of tight black shorts that leave little to the imagination. he sets down a beer in front of taehyung, who pushes the glass across the table towards seokjin.

then, when taehyung's mouth opens to continue his lecture, the man crawls onto the table with a seductive smile and begins to dance – or grind, really, against the air.

he's good. seokjin notices the snappy, controlled edge to his smooth, rolling movements more than his nakedness, and he wonders if he's a dancer. he wouldn't be surprised – with a body like that, he's bound to do well in such a place.

"are those moccasins?"

evidently, taehyung has different priorities.

taehyung prods at the dancer's ankles and he slides into a neat perch on the table's edge, his thighs trapping taehyung in the booth. he tilts taehyung's chin upwards with a flirty smile.

seokjin half-expects taehyung to vanish into a bathroom with him, but to his surprise, he shakes his head and gently places his legs aside.

"we're here for you," taehyung explains in response to seokjin's raised eyebrow as the dancer sways away. "plus, you're my ride home; my car's still being fixed up, can you believe it?"

"it's been a day, taehyung. give them time." seokjin glances around, hands resting almost mechanically on his thighs. if it wasn't for the frown on his face, he would look at home on set and in front of a camera. "so, your plan was to get me drunk? i'm not going to drink this."

"why not? you're getting paranoid again."

"someone could've spiked it," he argues. "and it's not paranoia – it's called vigilance and helps me stay alive. do you know how many times you would've died if i wasn't there? more times than i can count."

"oh, please. you're holding air above my head. i can take perfectly good care of myself. you just like to feel important."

if he were anyone but his little brother, he would no longer have a tongue to wag.

taehyung shrugs and reaches for seokjin's untouched beer. he lifts it to his lips, sipping delicately, and his face screws up in disgust. he gags, pushing it back towards seokjin. "no. still gross. ew."

he shakes his head like a dog ridding itself of water before his expression clears. he leans forward. "anybody here catch your eye?"

"no."

"come on. someone here has to at least touch your impossibly high standards."

seokjin rolls his eyes. his gaze sweeps over the dark club. "the bartender."

"bold move." he squints harder at the bartender through the strobe lights. he purses his lips. "you know what? i don't think i know him. damn. but finders keepers, i suppose – i'll go find out who he is."

"taehyung," seokjin says sharply. "he's working. don't make it harder than it needs to be."

he blows a raspberry, settling back down in his seat. "buzzkill. fine – you��go talk to him, then. give him your number, or something."

"and do what everyone else does? present myself as desperate? absurd."

taehyung groans. "you are making my job way too hard. i am trying to get you laid. you're as good-looking as me – this should be easy!"

"as good-looking," seokjin mutters disdainfully. he raises his voice slightly. "i was just accused of a myriad of crimes, embezzlement and racketeering included. forgive me if i'm a little wary of strangers."

"you're fine," taehyung drawls. "you played the good boy so well. i barely recognised you in cuffed levi's." he casts an appreciative glance in the bartender's direction and begins to stand. "i'm gonna shoot my shot with smiley over there. my dear, he's a sight for sore eyes. wish me luck!"

"i'll break your legs."

"it's 'break a leg', generally."

"sit," he demands.

taehyung whines, "i'm not a dog," but sits anyway.

seokjin rises to his feet. "stay," he says, as if he hadn't heard his last words at all.

taehyung wiggles a finger. "that's the kind of attitude that makes people dislike you, hyung." he starts to sway. "be open-minded. easy as the ocean waves. light as a sea breeze."

"are you drunk from one sip of beer?"

he stops swaying. "you're so cruel! you'd be nicer if you just shot me in the head. since you care about your stupid reputation so much, i'm gonna go have my fun, and you can sit here and brood like the handsome and emotionally-unavailable man that you are. good-fucking-bye."

he stomps off – far too suavely, so that it looks more like a catwalk stride than a temper tantrum. however, once his grumpy gaze catches sight of a familiar head of blond hair sitting at a booth with three equally-familiar friends, he brightens and waves his arms, shouting over the music in frantic german.

the woman turns, her arm linked with a pretty korean girl. she grabs taehyung's hand and pulls him down next to her, squishing the three of them into the wall, and the beaming grins and laughter around the table suggests to seokjin that taehyung has been rather well-received.

a small smile tugs at seokjin's lips. at least he has his friends.

he sighs and stands, dusting off his trousers. he pauses by the end of the booth's table, his attention caught by the bartender. he's smiling, chatting to a co-worker as he shakes a mixer. he wears a bowtie and a waistcoat, the sleeves of a crisp white dress shirt rolled up tight at the elbows – same as the other bartender. but he seems to glow in it: everything around him appears brighter, sharper, more vivid.

maybe taehyung was right. maybe he does need to loosen up.

"hey. what can i get for you?"

seokjin slides onto a bar stool. "just a rum and coke, please. thanks."

the bartender grins. nods. he looks better up close. "not a problem. shall i open up a tab for you?"

seokjin hums in thought. he shakes his head. "i'll just take this one. you have a nice smile."

it takes a half-second for the bartender to register the compliment. that smile grows slightly flustered. "oh! thank you. one rum and coke."

he bustles away. seokjin thinks it's a shame that he wears no name tag.

he returns quickly with seokjin's drink in his hand, and seokjin almost smiles at the fact that he skipped over all the other waiting patrons to complete his drink first. he hides his amusement with the chilled rim of the glass.

"so, handsome... when does your shift end?"

the bartender grins. "half an hour. is there any reason in particular you're asking?"

"i'm not so ill-mannered as to take your attention off the other lovely patrons just to compliment your arms or the way that bowtie looks on you. i can appreciate a strong work ethic."

"you're starting to sound like my boss," the bartender laughs. "but for you, handsome, i can make it twenty minutes. think you can nurse a rum and coke for that long?"

"for you?" he raises the glass. "as long as you need."

—

seokjin's waist fits in your hand ever so perfectly. when you'd first met him, you'd played it so safe that you'd almost forgotten to give him your name. you gave yourself a new last name and a subtle accent, but that was as far as the changes went. sure, you were well-known for being in the drama club in high school, but it wasn't your... passion. nothing quite hit the spot like black gloves and diamonds.

"you look lovely tonight," you comment with a smile, leaning in to keep the waitress out of it. she slows to a stop beside a table set for two and bows before taking her leave.

"as do you," seokjin says gently, a smile lighting up his face when you pull his chair out for him. if it's not the candlelight throwing shadows, you think there's a warm blush on his cheekbones. "i adore the way you dress. i can appreciate a taste for the finer things."

you finger the diamond choker around your neck, set with white gold. it sits above the deep v of your black shirt, accentuating just how deep it falls, and provides a nice contrast. it matches the chopard watch and its woven steel bracelet on your wrist.

"finer things?" you tease, stroking the collar of your shirt. his eyes flicker from the diamonds to the split of your chest. "it's more of a... bad habit, to be truthful. but when i heard where we were headed tonight, i was afraid i'd be wildly underdressed, and then overdressed."

he laughs softly – a sweetly unique sound that has your lips curving up automatically. "you don't have anything to be worried about. you look like you were born for this life. actually, you make me self-conscious – i should've tried something more avant-garde than a suit."

you shake your head with a laugh. "it's a learned skill. you've found something you look ravishing in; why not exploit it?"

"you're too kind." he's had a thousand people compliment the cut of his jacket and tailoring of his pants, but none felt quite so heart-fluttering as yours. he hides his smile with his slender fingers and averts his eyes to escape the alluring heat of your gaze. "but, truly – those diamonds do look stunning on you. do you have much of a collection?"

"oh, no; i couldn't afford it if i tried. it's such a shame. i feel like they're calling for me to touch them, and sometimes the desire is simply too strong to resist, you know? i indulge myself terribly."

he brushes his fingers over his plush lower lip. "it's alright. i know the feeling. i really do love the way you look with them, so would you mind bringing me the next time you go to a jeweller's? anything that catches your eye, you can have. anything at all. it'd be a sin to deprive you of them when i've seen you in these simple ones – i can't imagine what i'd do with myself if you wore something a little more... eye-catching."

you pause. your eyes widen. "oh – oh, no, seokjin – i couldn't ask that of you."

"that's why i'm offering, love." he smiles sweetly.

"you'd really buy such expensive things for me? i'm flattered, truly, but i wouldn't want our relationship to become... transactional." you reach across the table and place your hand on his. his bright smile turns shy. "i've loved our time together, seokjin. i don't want to lose that."

it takes a second longer than usual for him to compose himself and find his words. "you wouldn't lose it. they'd just be gifts – you wouldn't have to do anything in return. don't worry," he emphasises, squeezing your hand gently, "about the money. i have lifetimes of it. i'd be glad to know where it's going."

you squeeze his hand as well, turning your palm up to grasp his knuckles as if you're about to kiss them. your thumb runs over his joints and the curves of his knuckles, and chuckle. "you really are too good to me, seokjin."

the hum of the restaurant fades away into a low murmuring ripple. the lights fade to dull spots. everything but him vanishes, pushed to the furthest extremities of your consciousness, and you lean in. he follows.

the kiss is soft and silky. his lips tingle where they press to yours, like the gentle tang of a teaspoon of lime juice. you sip on him slowly, like mezcal, and relish in the sweet sting, as rich and bright as an amaretto sour.

he tilts his head, and the kiss deepens to something more appropriate for the bedroom. he catches himself before it goes too far with a soft gasp, pulling away. his dark eyes flutter open, flicking up to yours.

he clears his throat. "so, are you hungry?"

"of course," you reply, matching his nonchalance. you shrug with an embarrassed, lopsided grin. "i've just never been to a restaurant that doesn't offer their menu anywhere..."

seokjin's eyes widen slightly. a flush remains on his cheeks – the memory of your lips on his sticks to the forefront of his mind, crowding out much else. "oh! it's a fixed menu, love. it's why i asked for your dietary requirements the other day. they base the size on how many people there are. i'm so sorry – i'd forgotten all about it the moment i saw you." he giggles at himself endearingly. that severe, revenge-served-cold persona at the bar seems entirely removed. he even sits differently – a little more open, relaxed.

you watch him with a soft smile. "you're quite the charmer, did you know that? i could sit here and listen to your voice the whole night long."

"well," he laughs again, "i think that's how dinner dates work, so you’re in luck."

a waitress, different to the one who seated you, stops by with a polite smile and the entrees. you thank her and glance back down at each other, smiling when your eyes meet.

this might not be so hard, after all.

—

it doesn't take much to slide into seokjin's 'inner circle' – and not the one he lets you into in the bedroom. that one came first. after that, it was simply existing by his side, practically living in his luxurious penthouse apartment and massaging his shoulders when work became rough, until he grew comfortable enough not to flip over his classified papers when you leant over his chair to kiss him on the cheek.

you have yet to find anything incriminating in those glances; it's all reasonable numbers in those financial year statements. he takes his work with him – not just between work and home, but even to the bedroom. he sets his messenger bag on a chair with his tie next to the wardrobe, which means that you can't creep away and take a late-night sneak peek at anything under those superficial numbers.

one night, you're milling around the living room directly in front of the entrance, your shoes patient by the front door. the apartment is oddly shaped, as far as apartments go. maybe they're different for rich people, but you haven't seen one quite like it before. the living room branches out like a capital 't' and hooks around in a loop, with a staircase on the right leading up to a mezzanine containing the bedroom, office, and bathroom. in the day, it's brightly lit; huge panels of glass stretching across the walls from floor to ceiling display downtown seoul's skyline. at night, spots of light glimmer in the darkness, and a slow, blinking red dot will sometimes make its way over the roofs. before you, seokjin says, he kept the curtains closed as soon as the sun went down, but that you've shown him a beauty in the night that he can no longer ignore.

you lie along the leather couch, a pillow folded beneath your head. your eyes are closed. conventional, inoffensive radio songs float through speakers inset in the ceiling. despite those speakers in every room – so that he doesn't have to carry one around with him – he still has a dedicated movie setup, complete with atmos speakers. somehow, he'd found the sweet spot for the audio, despite his open-plan home being a noticeable springboard for sound.

the door opens, and a set of footsteps enters. the door closes behind them. your brow furrows and you're on your feet in half a second – those aren't seokjin's steps.

the young man in front of you instinctively reaches for something at the back of his belt. you've watched enough movies to know what it is that he's got his fingers around.

"well, he-llo, gorgeous," he greets flirtatiously in a deep, smooth voice. he wears a peach-coloured three-piece with a matching tie and a black shirt. a lock of dark hair curls romantically over his eyebrow, and you wonder how long he took in the bathroom to get it right. "you look familiar. have we met?"

you don't relax. neither does he. you smile politely. "i don't believe we have. i imagine someone like you would be hard to forget."

"hm." his lips curve up. "then allow me to introduce myself. kim taehyung: art aficionado, music connoisseur, and lover of many. i decorated this place – do you like what i've done with it?"

"it's better than most apartments i've been to."

he hums and moves towards the bar on the corner. he moves behind it to pour himself a glass of cherry cola – he's not as clueless as he looks, then. he'll keep an eye on you this way. he adds ice, and it clinks in his glass.

he begins, "my brother... he's not one for aesthetics. i'm certain he'd live in a cement box if it had everything he needed in it. i've made it my personal mission to fill his homes with as many useless objects as i can before he becomes suspicious. take this, for example."

he points to a white vase of lilacs on the end of the bar and fixes it, brushing his knuckles over the flowers. "this vase... it's beautiful, but it cost as much as a car. i haven't the slightest idea why. i could go to the nearest department store and get something identical for a handful of spare change."

he lifts his glacial gaze, staring at you from the corner of his eyes. he's not talking about vases.

you scoff and sit back down, turning your back to him. he's not going to do anything – not when he's assuming such things about you. "you don't even know my name, but you're already insulting me."

"i've been pushing him to release some stress. he takes himself too seriously – someone needs to loosen the stick up his ass, maybe replace it with something better." he pops a blue umbrella in his glass with a twirly pink straw and lifts it to his lips. "i've had this conversation with three other men before you, did you know? you're the first to understand it." he tilts his glass in your direction, almost a toast. "i like you."

"what are you here for, kim taehyung?" you ask bluntly. you rest your arm over the backrest and watch him over your shoulder. his sad little glass of cola makes your fingers itch – you need to make him a proper drink.

he gestures vaguely at the city skyline with the cola. it sloshes dangerously close to the rim. "what we're all here for. a good time. that, and i wanted to know who had my stoic brother wrapped around their pinky finger. seeing you now – i can see why."

"thought he wasn't one for aesthetics," you comment drily.

he laughs at that, full and animable. "oh, attractive and witty. that must be the reason why my brother can't think straight anymore – as soon as someone has a sharp tongue, he's completely enamoured. do you like him as much as he likes you?"

you rise to your feet, finally unable to hold back the carnal desire to make him a drink of the clothes he's wearing – that little party glass won't do. smoothly, he moves around the bar, keeping to the opposite side at all times as you slip off your white jacket and drape it over the bench you wouldn't notice the action if you weren't looking for it. you already had seokjin in the palm of your hand – it was this boy you needed to worry about. his suspicion might brush against something it shouldn't.

you reach for a coca-cola and the bottle of grenadine syrup. "i keep his company because i enjoy our conversations."

"sounding more and more like an escort," he comments blithely. "there's no need to be so tense around me, big boy. i just want to know if my big brother is in good hands. yours seem very capable."

plucking a couple of maraschino cherries out of the fridge, you balance them on the ice in the tall glass. you turn, and you bite back a smirk as taehyung's brow twitches upwards.

"thank you," you say, setting the glass down and sliding it across the bar. "i didn't poison it, if you're wondering. just a simple roy rogers. a man of your standing deserves better than a can of coke garnished with an umbrella."

he watches you move around the bar, whipping up a pisco sour. he plucks the cherries off their stems with his teeth and chews slowly, savouring the sweetness. "huh. you're ticking all the boxes – hyung might have to share you with me. that – or you can tell me why you're really after him. you're not an escort, so it's not about money. you don't fuck him nearly as often as he needs to be, so it's not about sex."

a dull, steely thump. you turn around, the shaker in your hands.

his fingers slide off of the silver handgun on the bar. he raises the roy rogers to his lips, his eyes fixed on yours.

he's seen a lot of reactions to a gun. he's seen fear, he's seen hysteria – hell, he's even seen lust. the drink pauses halfway to the bar when you laugh boisterously.

"you can't intimidate me, kim taehyung," you chuckle, shaking it dry. "you wouldn't believe the number of people who've pulled a weapon on me. some were twice your size – ex-military types, far too trigger-happy to continue shooting and call it patriotism. i'm not going to hurt you or your brother, and i won't tell the cops that you're packing. pleased?"

you pop open the shaker and drop in the ice. you resume shaking.

the front door opens. those are seokjin's footsteps.

you turn around with bright eyes, grabbing a glass. "oh, seokjin! how was your day? i've been waiting to kick your ass all week – my mario kart skills are getting better."

"my day was boring, but much better now that i've seen you. you'll have to show me your new moves." he looks up from digging around in his messenger bag and halts at the sight of taehyung in his peach-coloured suit and platform boots. his gaze hones in on the glint of steel taehyung didn't quite manage to hide.

his eyes narrow and his expression hardens. his voice snaps their consonants, arctic-cold. "are you threatening my partner, taehyung?"

"of course not," you interrupt, sending taehyung a candied grin. "your little brother was just making himself comfortable. it'd be hard to be at ease with that digging into your back, wouldn't it?"

the thick silence between them is palpable.

"come now, darling," you hum, pouring the cocktail. you add the garnishes and hold it out with an inviting smile. "you're at home. relax."

after a pause, he steps forward. another step. he dumps his bag on the couch as he passes it and accepts the drink with a grateful sigh.

"you're too good to me, love," he murmurs, tilting his head to allow you better access with your kisses. "i'm sorry i didn't introduce you to taehyung earlier. he's always so busy with the family business. did he play nice with you?"

"mm, of course," you whisper sweetly, sliding your hands up over his thighs and hips. you press a kiss to his jaw and lift your eyes to taehyung's – he glares daggers back, and his mouth thin into a tight line. "we're getting along well. a few initial speed bumps, yes, but all relationships have their rocks and pitfalls. even if we didn't," you nibble on his earlobe just to see taehyung divert his gaze, "he'd have to get used to me, sooner or later."

#seokjin #kim seokjin #kim seokjin x male reader #seokjin x male reader #seokjin x reader #bts x male reader #bts x reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #male reader #m!reader

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yngles · 9 months ago

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❝ [sloppy] ❞

↳ “how bts like to get fucked”

↳ boypussy!bts x reader

↳ dom!reader, sub!bts, (kinda) implied poly!ot7, reader isn’t gendered but has a dick, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, squirting, dacryphilia, praise kink, degradation/slut shaming (consensual dw), breeding kink, daddy kink (r. receiving), pet play, mentions of bondage, lmk if i’m missing anything <3

↳ don’t know if anyone else fucks with bp bangtan… but i know i do!! also catboy yoongi is sooo hot to me - rory

❝ [kim seokjin] ¡! ❞

↳ seokjin will take you in any way you could think of. this man loves getting fucked more than anything in the world, so feel free to bend him over whenever you want. but he especially loves when you have him ride your cock, making him do all the work without you even lifting a finger. although jin is the #1 pillow princess, he can’t help but enjoy it when you punish him by making him seek his own pleasure without your help.

“what do you need, jinnie?” you can see how your words make him shiver from where he is sat in your lap. “please want your cock. i’ve been waiting for days!” his eyes are getting more teary the longer you make him wait. “i know you have been, sweetheart, i can feel you dripping through your panties.” he gasps, hips slightly shifting to gratify the pent up need radiating through his body. seokjin lets out small whines at the feeling of your cock rubbing against his clothed pussy. your hands come to rest on his hips to stop his movements, making him cry out, tears finally leaving his eyes as he pathetically pushes against your hands to let him move again. “if you want my cock, you can get it yourself.” once he hears your statement, jin is immediately scrambling to pull down both of your underwear and sliding down onto your dick. his slick walls easily suck you deeper as he rests his hands on your shoulders to help keep himself up right. he sits still for a moment, beautifully empaled of your cock, only to be startled back to reality when you place a sharp smack on his ass. “thought you wanted it bad, jinnie, what’s taking you so long?”

❝ [min yoongi] ¡! ❞

↳ yoongi likes it best when you take him from behind. holding himself up on his hands and knees, back arched as you pound in and out of his messy cunt. he loves it when you play into his fantasy, turning your little kitty into a bitch in heat. yoongi wants you to put a collar on him and place cute cat ears on his head, maybe even push a tail buttplug up his back hole. if he gets deep enough into his headspace he’ll start meowing, which makes you start fucking into him at a feral pace while you pump him full of your seed.

all that was heard throughout the dorm was the sound of skin on skin and the wet noise of slick being pushed out of yoongi’s hole. every time you hit his special spot, he would let out a string of meows which only encouraged you to fuck him harder. “does it feel good, kitty?” “meeoow~” was all he responded with, not being able to communicate with words once he got this far into his own head. “want me to fill you up with my pups? gonna knock you up just like you’ve been begging for, kitten.” your vulgar language causes the man’s arms to give out, making him fall face first into the mattress, the cat ears sliding further down into his disheveled hair. you reach your arm under his torso and force him to arch his back more, causing him to fuck your cock deeper into his soaking pussy. the wet sounds made by your ongoing thrusts cause yoongi to cry out, clenching around your dick as he gets closer to his climax. you groan at the feeling and finally fill him up, making him whine and cry as his greedy pussy sucks up every last drop.

❝ [jung hoseok] ¡! ❞

↳ hobi is a slut for seeing your face. any position where he can look at you while you fuck him will make him come very quickly. he loves when you put his legs over your shoulders while you fuck into him, the angle shooting pleasure straight to his core. he’s so loud in bed, unable to stop himself from screaming out when you hit the right spot inside him. he doesn’t even care if his members hear the noises he lets out, wanting them to know that he’s getting fucked by you so well.

“oh myyyy godd!!” hoseok’s screams reverberate around the room as you continue to piston into him at and incredible speed. each time you thrust into him his body goes flying against the headboard, legs flailing from where they are stationed around your shoulders. “that’s it, seok-ah. let everyone know how good i’m fucking you. bet they’re rubbing themselves to the sound of your moans.” your words have his legs trembling and his hands grasping at your arms, which are placed on his hips to keep him in place. “please! please i need it so bad!” hoseok cries out, the amount of cream caking at the base of your dick increasing after each thrust. “i’ll give you whatever you need, baby.” as you finish your sentence, he meets your eyes and you can feel the way he tightens at the intimate connection. your increasing speed causes immense pressure in his pussy, causing him to squirt around you. the liquid soaks both of your stomachs and makes the slide of your cock into his overstimulated pussy much smoother.

❝ [kim namjoon] ¡! ❞

↳ joon likes to get fucked laying on his bed with his legs wrapped around your waist. it’s so relaxing for him to have the ability to sit back and be taken care of. he enjoys you fucking him at a fast but gentle pace, relishing in the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of his walls. joon absolutely loves when you come inside of him but he doesn’t mind if you pull out and nut all over his thighs and tummy.

“taking me so well, joonie” “thank you, thank you- i love it so much. fucking me so good~” he replies, eyes struggling to focus on yours as you continue to thrust inside of him. “are you close, baby? i can feel you getting tighter around me.” your words makes his eyes roll back into his head and his mouth fall open in a silent moan. “gonna come! please can i come?” you lean down to suck on his neck as he keeps begging for release. you reach you hand between your two bodies, quickly rubbing his clit to bring him closer to the edge. “of course you can, baby. want you to come all over my cock.” at your words, he flings his head back against the pillows and allows the pleasure to overtake him. he releases his juices around you, soaking your hand and the bed sheets beneath you. “such a good boy, gonna come inside you now. i know you want it, baby.”

❝ [park jimin] ¡! ❞

↳ jimin really loves riding you, goes crazy at the thought of being able to take your dick however he wants. he especially likes reverse cowgirl, he loves twerking on your cock to hear you groan and give him a good slap on his cheeks. the sting only helps to keep him going, riding you harder once he knows that you are enjoying the view. another fan of creampies, he doesn’t like to let any of your come go to waste. if it slides out once you’re done with him, he’ll scoop it up with his fingers and shove it back inside.

jimin turns away from you, straddling your hips and lining himself up with your large cock. he is always excited when he’s able to take you inside him, no matter how long it’s been since it last happened. once he slides down to the hilt he looks back at you, only to find you staring straight at his butt. “i can never get enough of your fat ass, min. you always look so fucking good taking me.” you end your statement by gripping both of his asscheeks in your palms. jimin whines at once the possessive feeling of your hands on him disappears, leaning forward slightly and shaking his ass on your cock, listening to the sound of it clapping against your skin echo around the sweaty room. you groan at the sight and plant your feet against the bed, bucking your cock deep into jimin’s waiting pussy. he knows that by the end of the night he’ll be full of your seed and that satisfies him enough to let you set the pace, grasping the skin of your thighs in his small hands. “that’s it daddy, jiminie loves your dick so much.”

❝ [kim taehyung] ¡! ❞

↳ taehyung likes to be held while you’re having sex. whether that be you holding him tight to your chest while you gently thrust into him on the bed, or pining him against the wall as you claim his pussy for your own pleasure. as you go between the different scenarios, tae has his preferences of how he likes to be treated and addressed. if you’re slowly making love to him on your shared bed, he likes when you praise him and tell him how well he’s taking you. on the other hand, he loves when you call him a dirty whore when you are fucking him so fast he can barely comprehend what’s going on. as long as you give him proper aftercare, he’s happy.

“how do you want it tonight, taetae?” you gaze down at your sub from where he’s seated on the couch. “want to feel it. please.” he looks at you with puppy eyes and a pout that you would never be able to resist in a million years. “of course, jagiya. you know i’ll always give it to you however you want.” you lean down to scoop him into your arms, his legs automatically wrapping around your waist and his arms circling your neck. you carry him through the hallway, unable to focus on your steps as he sucks on your neck. you come to a stop outside his bedroom door, pushing him against the wall, unable to resist the urge to take him any longer. you shove your pants down and push his panties to the side, inserting your cock into his waiting hole and setting an overwhelming pace. taehyung throws his head back against the wall as you push into him and whisper dirty things into his ear. he comes alarmingly quick due to the amount of stimulation you were providing him with, you following shortly behind him, pulling out to come across his stomach. as you come down from your highs, you hear the door open down the hall and a voice ring out, “can we join next time?” you laugh at the request, knowing tonight is gonna be long for both you and taehyung.

❝ [jeon jungkook] ¡! ❞

↳ one of jungkook’s biggest kinks is bondage. he loves the feeling of being restricted and not having the ability to touch you. it makes him incredibly wet that you are able to do whatever you want to him and he can’t do anything to stop you. he likes when you tie his hands behind his back and fuck him doggy style, having to shove his face into the pillows to quite his screams. he also loves having you eat him out before fucking him because it gets him nice and ready to take your fat cock, but also it turns him on so much seeing you not be able to resist yourself when your face is shoved in his cunt.

“yes!! fuck me with your tongue! feels so good… i don’t know if i can wait any longer.” as soon as jungkook says that, you remove your face from his pussy, grabbing his hair to pull his back flush to your chest. “you’re not going to come until i’m fucking you with my cock. do you understand?” he immediately nods at your words, grinding his ass against your bulge as he tries to get you to put your dick in him. “words, guk.” “yes! yes! i understand! i promise i won’t come until you tell me to!” you let out a satisfied groan at his words, shoving his legs apart to line your cock up with his entrance. as you push in, jungkook can’t help but scream into the sheets beneath him, the pleasure in his core building up as you bottom out.

#sub!bts #bts smut #bts x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x male reader #sub!jin #sub!seokjin #sub!yoongi #sub!suga #sub!hoseok #sub!namjoon #sub!jimin #sub!taehyung #sub!jungkook

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stopaskinf · 2 months ago

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Sexy/Romantic things BTS men do:

Genre: FLUFF‼️‼️‼️These bitches are WHIPPED, GN! Reader for the most part

CW: None really

A/N: I really just be on here huh. I had this idea awhile back , and I’ve finally gotten around to posting it. Hope yall enjoy ✌🏾

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Yoongi & V: Stares at you intently

There lies a man absolutely entranced by you. He stares so hard that it could burn your skin. He’s examined you so closely that he could tell you every detail of yourself. How your brows furrow and your lips pout whenever you can’t find the word for something. Your lips curve into a smirk whenever you say your “s” . Your upper canines peak out mid sentence whenever you rant like a mad dog; meanwhile your hands make grand, sweeping gestures that make everything you say seem like a grand adventure. When you inevitably catch them in their unsubtle act, they continue staring. After all, they would never wanna look at anything else.

Jhope, Jin(?): Buys you things

Mr. Moneybags. He has money just for you to spend. A man who will want for nothing, but will serve the world to you with a gold leaf. Luxury restaurants with names neither of you can pronounce. Shoes painted crimson on the sole with ruby rings to match. Nothing is out of your reach with him.

Namjoon, Tae, Jungkook: holds your hand and rubs his thumb on your knuckles

Comfort exists solely within this man. Soft hands with only slight calluses that hold yours in a featherlight grip. His thumb rubs over your knuckles in small circles and figure eights. He’s hardly aware that he’s doing it. He’s ingrained it within himself to be your haven.

Namjoon, Jimin: Text you things that remind him of you

Frogs. Lilies. Marigolds. Daisies. Bright red mushrooms with dots. Poems addressed to a long-ago lover. TikToks with love confessions playing in the background. Slow ballads soothe you with their lavender voice and adoring lyrics. Events for things you’re interested in. A photo of you asleep on his chest he took of you last night. A stranger’s poodle called Pepper. Knitted cardigans covered with embroidered stars and moons. The moon standing next to the sun during a pink sunset. A small Polaroid of you smiling that he found lying in the back of his studio. These things fill his camera roll until he inevitably sends them to you. He needs you to know that he always thinks of you.

Namjoon, Yoongi: Send you paragraphs and poems

“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun”

“Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life”

Sentences strung together by loose words and ends in the late nights when he has you on his mind. A painful yearning that existed before you that you dissipated with your being; though it comes back stronger when you leave. Love poems written by him or long dead writers to help him release his emotions. His devotion towards you needs to be known by you in simple language and consciousness. If not, he’ll ruin himself.

Namjoon, Jungkook, Tae: Always has his body facing you

A physical sign of devotion. “My attention is always on you” Head slightly tilted to better catch a glimpse at you, shoulders and back slightly slouched in a relaxed position, his feet facing towards you; his eyes half lidded as his pupils bounce from your eyes, lips, and nose. He tries his best to keep his hands steady, lest he grabs you. He could be in a room full of people and there would be no mistake as to who he’s looking at.

Yoongi, Namjoon, Tae: Asks if he can kiss you

Consent king.

“Can I kiss you?”

Simple. Straightforward. Nerve wrecking. A small question that holds so much vulnerability and weight. Displaying his need to communicate his scorching love through his flesh, but wishing death on himself before he makes you uncomfortable.

“Only if you want to.”

A sign that he’ll put any desire back if you don’t reciprocate it. You’re the only one controlling his world; he won’t forsake you.

Jin, Yoongi, Jungkook, Tae: Answers your texts right away

He’s never been a bad texter, but there is no wait when it comes to you. The thought of making you wait for anything has never entered his mind. He knows how doubt and anxiety can cripple the mind. He does his best to ensure you don’t have to face that with him. Texts sent a minute ago will get a reply in seconds. He’ll never keep you waiting.

Tae, Jungkook: lays his head on top of yours

His warm embrace. Long arms wrapped around you tightly as if he lets go for a moment you’ll vanish like a sweet dream. Your sweet scent mixed in with his cologne, cigarette smoke, and natural musk. Your face is in the crook of his neck; your nose and long lashes tickle his nape. He feels your hot breath warm his skin, but hates how his face feels detached. His eyes can’t bear to look at the wall ahead of him when he has you. He lays his head down into your hair, smelling the crown of your hair; he closes his eyes and snuggles further into your locs. If he could, he’d crawl into your skin and never leave its warm, suffocating embrace; however, laying his head on yours will do for now.

Yoongi, Namjoon, jhope: gives you stuff

Gift-giving couldn’t be considered his first love language; although, he can’t help but attend to you. Old books covered with dog tags, highlighted passages, and small handwritten notes. A beaded bracelet he made on live. A whale-shaped cutting board that you can’t bring yourself to use out of fear of damaging it. All things he gives to show how much he thinks of you.

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bluelavendre · 4 days ago

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Please, I'll Change, I PROMISE!

Mafia Jungkook x Reader

Y/n’s Pov

Dating someone whose life is filled with shadows, whose actions are often unpredictable, is terrifying. One minute, you’re laughing together, lost in your own bubble, and the next, you’re haunted by the possibility that this chaotic love might cost you your life. And yet, with every scar, every tear, you still find yourself clinging to the love they offer, no matter how broken or twisted it might be.

Jeon Jungkook was a mystery when I first met him. I was on a business trip in Tokyo, minding my own business at a club. I didn’t know who he was, nor did I care. His charm was magnetic—dark eyes, that dangerous aura, a smile that made my heart skip even when I knew I shouldn’t have fallen for it. He seemed just like any other guy at the club... until the night of our anniversary.

We were at a high-end restaurant in Seoul, trying to enjoy our quiet dinner. I hadn’t noticed the tension in the air, the quiet whispers and the cold stares that followed Jungkook everywhere he went. Not until it was too late.

Gunshots rang out, shattering the silence. My heart raced, my mind couldn’t process what was happening. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, and everything went black.

When I woke up, the sterile smell of a hospital room hit me before I even opened my eyes. Jungkook was there, sitting beside me, his face clouded with guilt and something darker.

“You shouldn’t have gotten involved with me,” he muttered under his breath, as though the words physically hurt him. He wasn’t even looking at me, his hands clenching at his sides. I didn’t respond; the words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat.

“You don’t understand, do you?” he continued, his voice strained. “I never wanted you to get hurt. I swear, I tried... but it’s not that easy. This life, this world... it’s all I know.”

I saw it in his eyes then, the truth—the weight of the choices he had made. Jungkook wasn’t just a man who got caught up in bad situations. He was the situation. The danger, the chaos, the violence—it was all tied to him, and somehow, I had been pulled into it.

That night, he swore to me he would change, that he would get out of this life. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to trust that the man I loved could be different. But promises are fragile things, and the promises he made never lasted long.

Three years later…

Nothing had changed. We still lived in this cycle, like two people trapped in the same nightmare, unable to wake up.

Jungkook came home late, sometimes drunk, sometimes high, sometimes not at all. There were nights I’d wait for him, my heart pounding in my chest, praying that tonight would be different, that maybe this time he’d come back unscathed. But more often than not, he didn’t.

“You’re still waiting up for me?” Jungkook asked one night, his voice raspy and filled with a hint of amusement as he stumbled into the apartment, eyes bloodshot and full of something else I couldn’t quite place. "You're too good for me, Y/n. You deserve better."

“Then why don’t you give me better?” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, the hurt creeping into my words. "You promised you would stop."

He looked at me, his gaze sharp, almost cold, yet there was something beneath the surface. Guilt. Love. Regret? "I can’t walk away from this," he said, his words harsh, but his eyes softening. "You wouldn’t understand, Y/n. I’ve been in this for too long. It’s who I am, it’s what I do."

I knew it was no use. He couldn’t escape his past—he couldn’t escape who he was. And maybe I didn’t want him to. Because in the end, no matter how many times he hurt me, I couldn’t stop loving him. Maybe that was the real curse.

Jungkook walked over, kneeling in front of me, his eyes searching mine as if trying to find something he’d lost. His hand reached up to gently touch my face, his thumb brushing over the bruise he didn’t mean to leave.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I don’t want to hurt you. I never did.”

The words felt hollow, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to. His actions spoke louder than any apology ever could.

This was our reality. The love that could kill us both, and yet we stayed. Because no matter how chaotic, how painful, the connection between us was undeniable.

The blaring alarm ripped me from the warmth of my bed. With a groggy sigh, I stretched, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before glancing to the side. There he was—Jeon Jungkook.

Even in sleep, he looked intense. His long, dark hair was messily sprawled across the pillow, his tattooed arm resting over his toned chest, rising and falling with each breath. His physique was unfairly perfect—broad shoulders, defined abs, and ink that traced his skin like a masterpiece. If only he weren’t such a walking contradiction.

With a shake of my head, I slipped out of bed and headed for the shower. The water was warm, washing away my lingering exhaustion as I mentally prepared for another long day of lectures and hospital rounds. Being a med student was no joke—balancing school, life, and a relationship with someone like Jungkook? That was a whole different challenge.

By the time I was done getting ready, I stepped out of the bedroom only to be met with the smell of bacon and eggs. Jungkook stood in the kitchen, shirtless, tattoos on full display as he moved around effortlessly, flipping bacon in the pan.

“Babe, have breakfast first,” he said, turning to me with a soft smirk. His voice was still thick with sleep, but his dark eyes held that familiar intensity.

I took the plate he handed me, smiling as I looked down at the perfectly cooked meal. “This looks really good,” I said, meeting his gaze.

He simply grinned, the corner of his lip lifting slightly before he sat down across from me. We ate together in comfortable silence, the only sounds coming from the occasional clinking of silverware. Moments like these made it easy to forget who he really was outside the walls of our apartment.

Once we finished, I gathered the plates and washed them, my mind already racing through the long day ahead. When I turned around, Jungkook was by the door, pulling on his black leather jacket and grabbing his helmet. His inked fingers ran through his messy hair before he turned to me, his expression unreadable.

“Where are you going this early, Kook?” I asked, tilting my head in confusion.

He looked at me, a glint of amusement in his eyes, and held out my helmet. “I’m giving you a ride to school.”

I blinked. “You? Giving me a ride? Since when do you—”

“Since today,” he interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips. “Now, let’s go before you’re late.”

I rolled my eyes but took the helmet anyway, following him outside. His Harley Davidson was parked near the curb, sleek and polished, the engine humming beneath his fingertips as he revved it up.

Climbing on behind him, I wrapped my arms around his torso, feeling the warmth of his skin through his jacket. As we sped through the streets, the wind whipping against my face, I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to pretend that this was normal—that we were normal.

When we finally arrived at my university, Jungkook parked by the entrance and turned to face me. His hand reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear before he leaned in, pressing a quick peck on my lips.

“See you later, babe,” he murmured, his voice husky.

I felt my face heat up as I glanced around, but no one seemed to care. Biting my lip, I nodded and slipped off the bike. “Be careful, okay?”

He smirked again, adjusting his gloves. “Always.”

With that, he rode off, disappearing into the morning traffic. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding before heading inside.

The moment I stepped into the hallway, two familiar faces rushed toward me.

“Oooh, boyfie,” Sungkyung teased, nudging my side.

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”

Jamie, on the other hand, wasn’t as amused. She crossed her arms, giving me that knowing look. “Y/n… you know what I’m going to say.”

I sighed. “Jamie, don’t.”

“You know he’s toxic,” she pressed, lowering her voice as we walked toward class. “You have your whole future ahead of you, and he’s—”

“I know,” I cut her off, not wanting to hear it again. “But it’s not that simple.”

Jamie pursed her lips but didn’t push further. No matter how many times she tried to convince me to leave Jungkook, she never forced it—she just let me make my own choices. Even if she knew they were mistakes.

Because, deep down, I knew she was right.

But knowing something and doing something about it were two very different things.

Detaching yourself from someone who was the only person you had left was harder than people made it seem. It wasn’t just about love—it was about survival. After my grandma died, there was no one else. No family to run to, no home that felt safe. Except for him.

Jungkook.

A text message popped up on my phone, pulling me from my thoughts.

“I’ll fetch ya after school, babe. Luv u ❤️”

I stared at the message for a moment, my chest tightening. I wanted to believe him. I really did.

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Classes ended at 7 PM.

Jamie and Sungkyung stood by the entrance with me, exchanging hesitant glances as I reassured them. “He promised, okay? I’ll be fine.”

Jamie let out a sigh. “Just... call me if anything happens.”

I nodded, waving them off as they disappeared down the hall. Then, I waited.

7:45 PM.

8:00 PM.

8:30 PM.

The streetlights flickered, casting long shadows on the pavement. My breath curled in the cold air as disappointment settled deep in my bones.

"He must’ve forgotten." The words felt bitter on my tongue, but I forced a small, humorless smile to myself before turning away.

I went home alone.

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The apartment was dim when I walked in, the faint scent of alcohol lingering in the air. And there he was—Jungkook, sprawled on the floor, his shirt half unbuttoned, reeking of whiskey and cigarettes. His long hair was disheveled, his knuckles bruised.

I stood there for a moment, just staring. Not with anger. Not with shock. Just... exhaustion.

Without a word, I walked past him, my heart heavy but my mind numb. I did my night routine in silence, changed into my oversized hoodie, and sat at my desk to finish my homework. I didn’t even know why I was trying so hard anymore.

Jungkook didn’t even stir. Didn’t even realize I was home.

Maybe he never really did.

When I finally laid down on the bed, my body felt like lead. My mind raced, drowning in thoughts I didn’t want to acknowledge. Why am I still here? Why do I keep waiting for him? Why do I keep hoping—

The bed shifted.

Warmth.

A strong arm snaked around my waist, pulling me close. The smell of alcohol mixed with his cologne hit me before his lips brushed against the back of my neck. His voice, deep and slurred, broke through the silence.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his grip tightening around me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my throat burning. I didn’t move. Didn’t push him away.

“I tried,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. “I tried to come, baby... but I—I messed up again.” His voice cracked. “I keep messing up, don’t I?”

I felt my chest tighten painfully.

“You should leave me,” he continued, barely above a whisper. “I know I don’t deserve you. I ruin everything I touch.” His fingers curled against my hoodie, holding onto me like I was the only thing keeping him together. “But I don’t know how to let you go. You’re all I have, Y/n.”

A silent tear slipped down my cheek.

Because he was all I had too.

And that was the saddest part of it all.

The next day at school, I sat at the usual table with Jamie and Sungkyung, absentmindedly stirring my iced coffee with my straw. Last night’s events lingered in my head like a dull ache I couldn’t shake off.

Jungkook’s slurred words. His grip on my waist. The way I had silently cried myself to sleep while he held me like I was his lifeline.

“Y/n, hellooo?” Sungkyung waved a hand in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Huh? What?” I blinked, realizing I had completely zoned out.

Sungkyung rolled her eyes playfully. “You so weren’t listening.”

Jamie sighed, nudging my arm. “We were saying—we should have a girl’s night!”

I gave a small, halfhearted smile. “That’s a nice idea…”

“Yes! Finally, you’re agreeing to something fun without us dragging you,” Sungkyung cheered.

Jamie, however, wasn’t as easily convinced. She studied me carefully, her brows furrowing. “Are you okay, Y/n?”

I hesitated. Lying felt useless—they both knew me too well.

“I just... didn’t get much sleep,” I admitted, taking a sip of my coffee. It wasn’t entirely false.

Sungkyung scoffed, crossing her arms. “Oh, I know why.”

Jamie shot her a warning glance, but it was too late.

Sungkyung leaned forward dramatically. “Let me guess—Jungkook promised to pick you up, but he never showed, so you waited, went home alone, and found him drunk?”

I flinched at how spot-on she was. My fingers gripped my cup tighter.

Jamie groaned. “Sungkyung.”

“What?! I’m just saying the truth.” She turned to me, her voice softening. “Y/n… I hate seeing you like this. You deserve so much better.”

Jamie nodded in agreement. “That’s why we need this girls’ night. No stress. No boy drama. Just us, unwinding.”

Sungkyung grinned, nudging me. “We’ll get you out of that sad, mopey mood if it’s the last thing we do.”

I let out a small chuckle despite myself. “You guys are too much.”

Jamie smirked. “And you love us for it.”

“Damn right she does,” Sungkyung said smugly. “So, it’s settled. We’re dressing up, going out, and reminding Y/n that life is fun without a tattooed, emotionally unavailable boyfriend.”

I rolled my eyes but felt a warmth spread in my chest.

Maybe, for just one night, I could pretend things were okay.

“Fine. I’m in.”

Sungkyung and Jamie cheered, high-fiving each other like they just won a battle.

I smiled—really smiled—for the first time that day.

Maybe this was exactly what I needed.

Friday night.

I zipped up my overnight bag, stuffing a few last-minute things inside before slinging it over my shoulder. The excitement for our girls' night should’ve been the only thing on my mind, but the heavy presence behind me was impossible to ignore.

Jungkook had just stepped out of the shower, his damp hair falling messily over his forehead as he towel-dried it. His tattoos were still glistening from the steam, and his silver lip ring caught the light as he spoke.

“How long are you gonna be there?” he asked, voice low.

I didn’t look at him. “I’ll be back on Sunday.”

Silence. Then, the bed creaked as he sat down, reaching for me. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him. His warmth was intoxicating, his scent a mix of soap and the faintest trace of whiskey from the night before.

“I’ll miss you,” he murmured against my shoulder.

I sighed, placing my hands over his for a brief moment. “I’ll be back. Don’t worry.”

Jungkook tightened his grip slightly. “I’ll fetch you on Sunday. I promise.”

I only hummed in response. Promises with Jungkook were... unpredictable.

—

The ride to Sungkyung’s place was quiet. Jungkook’s hand rested on my thigh as he drove, occasionally tapping his fingers against my skin like he wanted to say something but never did.

When we finally arrived, Sungkyung and Jamie were already waiting outside, arms crossed like two judgmental older sisters.

Jungkook barely had time to park before Sungkyung let out a low whistle. “Wow, what a rare sight. Jeon Jungkook actually following through on something?”

Jamie shot her a look before turning to me. “You good?”

I nodded, stepping off the bike as Jungkook handed me my bag. His fingers brushed mine for just a second too long.

Sungkyung leaned in, lowering her voice. “You better not mess this up for her, Jungkook.”

Jungkook only smirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I said I’d fetch her, didn’t I?”

Jamie sighed, grabbing my arm. “Let’s go, before he starts making empty promises again.”

Jungkook tensed at that, but I only gave him a small nod before following my friends inside.

As we walked up to the door, Sungkyung whispered, “Okay, that was tense. We need shots. Immediately.”

I let out a breath and smiled. Maybe this weekend was exactly what I needed.

The weekend was full of laughter, inside jokes, and carefree moments with Jamie and Sungkyung. For the first time in a long while, I felt… happy. Really happy.

We danced in crowded clubs, ate overpriced desserts at cute cafés, and spent late nights in our hotel room talking about everything and nothing.

It felt normal.

It felt like a life I could’ve had.

As we lounged on the hotel bed, scrolling through pictures we took that weekend, Jamie suddenly spoke up.

“See?” she said, nudging me. “You’re happy without him.”

I stiffened. The warmth I felt earlier dulled instantly.

“Jamie, not this topic, please.” I sighed.

Jamie’s expression softened, but she didn’t back down. “Y/n… I’m just concerned for you. We are.”

Sungkyung nodded, her voice gentler than usual. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

I bit my lip, looking down at my hands. “I know.”

“Then why?” Sungkyung pressed. “Why are you still holding on?”

I exhaled shakily. “I’m just… waiting for the right moment.”

Jamie and Sungkyung exchanged glances, their worry evident.

A beat of silence passed before they pulled me into a tight hug.

“We’ll always be here for you,” they whispered.

I shut my eyes, swallowing the lump in my throat.

If only they knew that letting go felt just as terrifying as staying.

—

Sunday evening.

I stood outside the café near our meeting spot, my overnight bag slung over my shoulder, waiting.

7:00 PM.

7:30 PM.

8:15 PM.

Cold air brushed against my skin as I scrolled through my phone, rereading Jungkook’s last text from Friday.

“I’ll fetch you on Sunday. I PROMISE.”

I scoffed bitterly. Of course.

Jamie’s name popped up on my screen.

Jamie: Want me to take you home?

I stared at the message for a long time before replying.

Me: No, I got it. Thanks.

Dragging my bag behind me, I hailed a cab and made my way home.

—

The apartment reeked of smoke, alcohol, and something even heavier. The sound of laughter and music pulsed through the walls.

I stepped inside, my stomach dropping at the sight before me.

Jungkook was sprawled across the couch, his long hair messy, his tattooed arm draped over a half-naked girl sitting on his lap. His lips were slightly parted, pupils blown wide as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. A mirror with white powder sat on the coffee table beside empty bottles of whiskey.

His gang members lounged around, girls draped over them like accessories, lost in their own intoxication.

It was chaotic. It was filthy.

It was everything I had been trying to ignore.

My throat tightened, but I refused to make a sound.

Jungkook’s eyes flickered lazily towards me. For a split second, his expression faltered—just for a second—before he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

“Ah, shit…” he muttered, rubbing his face with one hand. “I forgot, didn’t I?”

A girl whispered something in his ear, giggling as she ran her fingers down his chest. He didn’t push her away.

I clenched my fists.

I wasn’t even surprised.

I turned on my heel and walked straight to our bedroom, closing the door behind me.

I wouldn’t cry. Not this time.

I was just… tired.

So, so tired.

Author’s POV

Morning came, and Jungkook woke up with a pounding headache. His mouth was dry, his body heavy from the lingering effects of last night’s mess.

With a groggy groan, he rubbed his face, only to realize—something was off.

The bed beside him was cold.

His heart clenched as he turned his head.

No Y/n.

Panic surged through his veins. He shoved the blankets off and stumbled toward their wardrobe, yanking the doors open.

Her stuff was still there.

He let out a shaky breath, gripping his hair in frustration as flashes of last night hit him like a cruel movie reel. The powder. The drinks. The girls.

And Y/n.

Standing there. Watching him. Saying nothing, but saying everything.

The bathroom door clicked open, and he turned immediately.

Y/n stepped out, hair damp, her oversized shirt hanging loosely over her frame. But what caught Jungkook’s attention wasn’t her silence—it was her eyes.

Red. Swollen.

She had cried.

And he was the reason why.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he blurted out, stepping toward her.

She didn’t respond. Didn’t even look at him.

She just walked to the closet, pulling out a fresh pair of scrubs, acting as if he wasn’t there.

The coldness cut deeper than any words.

“Y/n…” He swallowed hard, desperate now. “Please. Just talk to me.”

Nothing.

She grabbed her bag, throwing in a few things, her movements stiff—controlled, like she was forcing herself to hold it together.

Jungkook exhaled sharply, his frustration bubbling over. “Damn it, can you just say something?!”

Y/n froze.

Slowly, she turned to him, eyes finally locking onto his. And when she spoke, her voice was eerily calm.

“You want me to talk, Jungkook?” she said, tilting her head. “Fine. Let’s talk.”

Jungkook felt his chest tighten.

“Let’s talk about how you forgot about me again,” she continued, stepping closer. “Let’s talk about how I had to take a cab home alone after waiting for you like an idiot.”

His jaw clenched. “Y/n, I didn’t mean to—”

“You never mean to, Jungkook!” she snapped, voice finally breaking. “But you always do! And I keep forgiving you like a fool!”

Jungkook reached for her, but she stepped back.

“You don’t understand—”

“No, you don’t understand!” She let out a bitter laugh, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I love you, Jungkook. But loving you is killing me.”

Silence.

A flicker of pain crossed his face. He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to break something—not at her, never at her—but at himself. At the mess he had become.

“I’m trying,” he muttered, voice strained.

Y/n scoffed. “No, you’re not. You just say that every time you mess up so I won’t leave.”

Jungkook’s throat tightened. He couldn’t deny it.

“I keep waiting,” she whispered, voice trembling now. “Waiting for you to change. Waiting for you to put me first. But I’m always second to the drugs. To the alcohol. To this life you promised you’d leave behind.”

Jungkook inhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. “Y/n, I—”

“Save it,” she cut him off.

She was done listening.

Jungkook stood there, fists clenched at his sides. He looked at her—really looked at her.

And for the first time… he saw it.

She wasn’t just mad.

She was tired.

Defeated.

The girl who used to look at him like he was her whole world… now looked at him like he was breaking it.

Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat, voice barely above a whisper.

“…Are you leaving?”

Y/n opened her mouth.

Then closed it.

And that hesitation—that split second of uncertainty—made his chest ache.

Because maybe she wasn’t ready to leave.

But she wasn’t sure if she could stay either.

Author’s POV

Silence hung heavy between them, thick with unsaid words and broken promises.

Then, Jungkook moved.

Before Y/n could step away, his arms wrapped around her—tight, desperate, pleading. His face buried into her shoulder as his grip trembled.

“Please,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Don’t go.”

Y/n’s breath hitched.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight the way her heart clenched. She tried to push him away, hands pressing against his chest, but he only held on tighter.

“Jungkook…” she choked out.

“Just… just let me hold you,” he begged, his voice thick with emotion. “Just for a second.”

Her resolve wavered.

He smelled like a mix of alcohol and cigarettes, but beneath it—beneath all the things she hated—was the scent of the man she once fell so deeply in love with.

She felt his body shaking. His breaths uneven. And then—

A tear fell onto her skin.

Jungkook was crying.

Her chest tightened as he slowly sank to the floor, pulling her down with him.

They sat there, tangled in each other, knees touching, foreheads pressed together as silent tears slipped down their faces.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook whispered, voice raw. “I don’t know how to be better, but I swear to God, I— I love you.”

Y/n sucked in a shaky breath, blinking away her own tears.

“I know,” she murmured. “But love isn’t enough anymore, Jungkook.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head as his fingers clung to the fabric of her shirt like she would disappear if he let go.

“I can’t lose you,” he croaked.

Y/n’s bottom lip quivered. “Then why do you keep pushing me away?”

Jungkook had no answer.

So he just held her.

Held her like she was the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely.

And for a moment, just a moment, Y/n let him.

Because no matter how much pain he caused—

Letting go still felt impossible.

Y/n’s sobs broke the silence, her body shaking as she finally let the pain consume her.

“I can’t do this anymore, Kook,” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook stiffened. His heart clenched so painfully it felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Please don’t say that,” he sniffled, his arms tightening around her like she would slip away if he loosened his grip. “Please, baby, don’t.”

But Y/n shook her head, her tears soaking the fabric of his shirt.

“You don’t get it, do you?” she whispered, voice trembling. “I love you so much that it hurts, Jungkook. And the worst part?” She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her lips quivering. “I don’t think you’ll ever stop hurting me.”

Jungkook’s chest ached. His hands found her face, thumbs brushing against her damp cheeks.

“I’ll change,” he swore, his voice desperate. “I promise—just give me one more chance. Just one more, baby, please.”

Y/n let out a bitter laugh through her tears.

“You always do,” she murmured. “You always promise.”

Her breath hitched as she clenched her fists.

“But I end up hurting every time.”

Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath, his hands falling away.

His throat tightened, eyes burning as her words sank in like a blade to his chest.

He wanted to argue. To tell her she was wrong. That this time would be different.

But how could he?

When she was right?

Jungkook reached for her again, fingers ghosting over her wrist, but she pulled away.

And that simple movement—so small, yet so final—broke something deep inside him.

“Y/n…” his voice cracked.

But she was already standing up.

Already walking away.

And for the first time—

Jungkook felt what it was like to truly lose her.

Jungkook’s grip loosened.

For the first time, he truly felt it—the weight of his mistakes.

Y/n stood up, her legs weak beneath her, wiping at her swollen eyes. She didn’t say another word, just walked to the bed and lay down, her back turned to him.

Jungkook hesitated before following, his heart hammering in his chest.

He knelt beside the bed, his vision blurred with tears as he looked at her. The woman he loved more than anything—lying there, silent, distant.

His chest ached.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice breaking. “I’ll change. I swear.”

Y/n didn’t react. She just kept staring blankly at the wall, tears silently slipping from the corner of her eyes.

“I’m so tired,” she murmured.

Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat. He reached for her hand, but she didn’t hold him back.

The room fell into suffocating silence.

Hours passed. Evening fell.

Jungkook had eventually drifted off to sleep, his arms wrapped around her leg, holding onto her like a lost child. His breaths were uneven, as if even in sleep, he was afraid.

Y/n, however, stayed awake.

Her fingers lightly combed through his long, dark hair one last time, watching how peaceful he looked—how human he looked when he wasn’t drowning in alcohol, drugs, and violence.

Carefully, she shifted, easing his head onto a pillow. Jungkook stirred but didn’t wake.

She wiped her face and stood.

Then, with quiet, deliberate movements, she packed her things.

Her hands trembled as she folded the clothes he had once helped her pick out. As she placed the small gifts he had given her into her bag. As she looked around the room—their room—one last time.

Finally, she turned back to the bed.

Jungkook’s brows were furrowed, as if he could sense something was wrong even in sleep. His fingers twitched, reaching for someone who was no longer there.

Y/n felt her throat tighten.

She stepped closer, crouching beside him.

She hesitated—just for a second—before pressing the softest kiss to his temple.

“I love you, Kook,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

A tear slipped down her cheek as she lingered, memorizing the way he looked.

Then, with a shaky breath, she turned away.

And left.

Jungkook’s POV

His hands trembled as he gripped his hair, his breaths ragged and uneven. His head pounded, but nothing—nothing—hurt more than the emptiness in his chest.

"Hyung… I messed up," he choked out, voice raw with desperation.

Kim Namjoon sat beside him on the couch, his expensive cologne mixing with the thick scent of whiskey and regret that clung to the air. He exhaled slowly, swirling the dark liquor in his glass.

Jungkook's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"It was because of that fucking woman," he spat, venom lacing his words. His jaw tightened, rage flickering behind his glassy eyes. “The bitch that was beside me that night!”

Kim Seokjin raised a brow from across the room, adjusting the sleeve of his luxurious suit. “And whose fault was that?” he asked, though his tone was indifferent, almost amused.

Jungkook’s nails dug into his palms. “If she hadn’t fucking been there, Y/n wouldn’t have left—”

“Oh, please,” Min Yoongi scoffed from the corner, his voice lazy as he tapped a cigarette against the edge of an ashtray. “You really think she left because of that girl? You’ve been screwing up for years, Kook. She was just looking for an excuse.”

Jungkook’s head snapped up, anger flashing in his bloodshot eyes.

“I don’t fucking care why she left,” he growled. “I want her back.”

A dark chuckle filled the room.

Jung Hoseok leaned back against the bar, pouring himself another drink. “So what, you’re gonna beg? Cry at her doorstep like some lovesick idiot?” He smirked. “Come on, man. You’re Jeon Jungkook.”

Park Jimin leaned forward, setting his drink down with a clink. “What exactly do you want to do, Kook?” he asked, his voice deceptively light.

Jungkook’s fingers twitched. His heart pounded in his chest.

“I want her back,” he repeated, but this time, there was something darker in his tone.

Taehyung, who had been silent until now, finally turned from the window. His sharp eyes gleamed under the dim chandelier lights.

“And what if she doesn’t want to come back?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Silence filled the room.

Jungkook’s lips parted, but nothing came out.

The room was filled with men who didn’t believe in no. Men who built their lives by taking what they wanted—by force, if necessary.

Namjoon leaned forward, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

"Then make her."

The air in the room thickened, the words settling deep into Jungkook’s mind.

His heart pounded. His grip tightened.

A slow smirk ghosted across Jimin’s lips as he reached for his phone. “Say the word, Kook,” he murmured, “and we’ll bring her back to you.”

Jungkook exhaled shakily, his mind clouded with desperation and obsession.

He had already lost her once.

He wasn’t about to let it happen again.

Basement of the Jeon Estate – Private Island

"Please! I didn’t do anything!" The woman’s sobs echoed through the cold, dark basement, her voice hoarse from screaming. She was on her knees, wrists bound together, blood smeared on the side of her face.

Jungkook towered over her, his face devoid of emotion. His grip on the gun was steady, his breathing calm. He had done this a hundred times before.

Yet this time, his rage burned hotter than ever.

"You were the one who caused this," he muttered, voice low and menacing. His eyes darkened as he took a step closer.

"You slut!" he spat before pulling the trigger.

A deafening bang echoed through the basement. The woman’s body slumped to the floor, lifeless. Blood pooled beneath her, staining the concrete.

Jungkook exhaled, rolling his shoulders as he turned away from the corpse. His hand didn’t tremble. His heart didn’t race.

He felt nothing.

A slow, deliberate clap filled the room.

“Well done, son,” a deep voice spoke from behind him.

Jungkook didn’t even flinch.

Jeon Junhyuk, his father, stepped forward, pride gleaming in his sharp eyes. His suit was pristine, his salt-and-pepper hair slicked back perfectly. He rested a firm hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I’m so proud of you.” His lips curled into a smirk.

Jungkook didn’t reply. He just nodded once, slipping the gun back into his holster as they exited the dimly lit basement.

The Jeon Estate – Dining Hall

The scent of roasted meat, cigar smoke, and expensive whiskey filled the grand dining hall. Laughter erupted from the long mahogany table, surrounded by men in tailored suits—Korea’s most powerful businessmen, criminals who masked their dirty dealings behind legitimate empires.

Women in silk dresses sat on their laps, giggling, whispering sweet nothings to the men who could end lives with a single phone call.

As Jungkook and his father entered, conversations hushed momentarily before resuming.

“Ah, Jeon!” Kim Sik, Taehyung’s father, raised his glass in greeting. “Join us! Your son is becoming quite the man.”

Junhyuk chuckled, pulling out his chair at the head of the table. “That he is,” he agreed, sipping his whiskey.

A woman with dark red lipstick slinked toward Junhyuk, her hands ghosting over his shoulders. “Mr. Jeon,” she purred.

Jungkook barely paid her any attention. He sat beside his father, silent, as he stared blankly at the table.

“Son,” Junhyuk’s voice cut through the noise. “Why not have another woman? There are plenty left for you.”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered to his father’s, his grip tightening around the glass in his hand.

The other men nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Jungkook,” Kim Sik added. “Women in Ireland, Australia… anywhere you want.”

Jungkook clenched his jaw, his gaze dark and unreadable.

“I am a man who loves a woman, Father,” he said, his voice steady but laced with an edge of finality.

The table quieted slightly, eyes turning toward him in curiosity.

Jungkook exhaled, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.

“If I could have a family…” His voice softened for a moment. “It would only be with her.”

And for the first time in a long time, Jeon Jungkook felt something.

Regret.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, the glow of the chandelier casting sharp shadows across his face. His fingers tapped against the rim of his glass, mind lost in thoughts of her.

He had always been selfish. He had always taken what he wanted.

And right now, he wanted her back.

“So,” a deep voice interrupted his thoughts.

Jung Kyuseok, Hoseok’s father, set his glass down with a soft clink, eyeing Jungkook curiously. “What’s your plan?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Maybe we could help.”

Jungkook exhaled sharply, a ghost of a smirk forming.

“I’ll give her time,” he murmured, voice low. “I’ll make myself worthy of her.”

Some of the men scoffed. Others chuckled.

“Worthy?” Seokjin’s father raised an amused brow. “That’s a new one. Since when does a Jeon earn something instead of taking it?”

Jungkook’s fingers stilled against the glass.

“I will take her,” he said darkly, his voice laced with something far more dangerous. He looked up, his gaze cold, predatory.

“As soon as I’m ready.”

The meaning behind his words was clear.

The table fell silent for a moment before Junhyuk chuckled, swirling his whiskey lazily.

“That’s my boy.”

4 Months After the Breakup

Y/n’s POV

I curled up on the small couch, a warm cup of tea in my hands, as the soft hum of the city outside filled the quiet space of my apartment.

My apartment.

The thought still felt foreign. This place, once just an old memory of my grandmother, had now become my safe haven. It smelled of fresh linen and vanilla candles—nothing like the suffocating scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke that used to cling to my clothes.

I glanced around, taking in the cozy mess of my books stacked on the coffee table, the soft knitted blanket draped over the armrest. It was far from luxury, far from the extravagant penthouse I once shared with him—but it was mine.

For months, I thought I needed him.

For months, I convinced myself that without Jeon Jungkook, I would crumble. That my world would shatter beyond repair.

But here I was. Breathing. Living. Surviving.

And then it hit me—I can really live without him.

I wasn’t broken. I was just attached.

I exhaled, a small, almost bitter smile forming on my lips. Maybe this was always meant to happen. Maybe we were never made for each other, just two souls colliding at the wrong time, mistaking chaos for love.

And maybe, just maybe, letting go was the bravest thing I ever did.

The rhythmic sound of fists slamming against the heavy bag echoed through the private gym. Jungkook's muscles tensed with each strike, sweat dripping down his sculpted frame, his breath steady but heavy. He had been here for months—isolated, disciplined, clean.

No smoking. No drinking. No drugs. No women.

Just training, rebuilding, and regaining control.

“Son, walk with me,” a deep voice broke through the silence.

Jungkook exhaled sharply, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. His hands moved with practiced ease as he untied the wraps around his knuckles, his calloused fingers flexing as if ready to fight the ghosts in his mind.

He followed his father out of the training hall, stepping onto the grand garden path. The moon cast a silver glow over the vast estate, the air crisp with the scent of the ocean. Flowers of every color bloomed around them, swaying gently with the wind.

“These were your mother’s favorites,” Junhyuk murmured, his gaze softening as he reached out to touch a delicate white lily.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched at the mention of her. His mother—the only person who had ever taught him love without conditions.

Junhyuk turned to face him, his expression shifting back to its usual steel.

“This fortress is yours, son,” he stated, his voice laced with finality. “Continue the legacy that your mother and I started.”

Jungkook remained silent, staring at the empire laid before him.

Power. Wealth. Control.

It was all his for the taking.

Y/n’s POV

Months passed in a blur of textbooks, late-night study sessions, and the unrelenting pressure of med school. The anxiety and sleepless nights felt endless, but every moment was worth it. And today—today—it all came to fruition.

I stood at the front of the auditorium, my cap and gown draped over my shoulders, the sea of faces blurring in front of me. My friends, Jamie and Sungkyung, stood beside me, their smiles wide and bright. We had made it.

“I can’t believe we’re actually done,” Sungkyung whispered, squeezing my arm. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“I know,” I replied, my voice cracking slightly. “It feels unreal.”

Jamie grinned, her eyes playful as always, but there was an undeniable softness to her expression. “You did it, Y/n. You actually survived.”

We all laughed, the weight of the past few years finally lifting.

As the ceremony continued, I couldn’t help but think back on everything I’d been through—the highs, the lows, and everything in between. There was a part of me that had once thought I couldn’t do it, that I wasn’t strong enough. But I was. I had proved that to myself.

Graduating wasn’t just about the degree; it was about the journey. It was about finding strength in moments of vulnerability, realizing that no matter how hard it got, I could always stand back up.

“Look at you, all grown up,” Jamie said, nudging me. “Soon, you’ll be the one saving lives.”

“Maybe,” I chuckled, but my heart swelled with pride.

Sungkyung wrapped her arms around me. “You’ve come a long way, Y/n. I’m so proud of you.”

I smiled, feeling a weight lift from my chest. For the first time in a long while, I felt truly content.

Author’s POV

Two years had passed.

Y/n had moved on, embracing the life she had built for herself. She had no time for the ghosts of the past, no time to dwell on what might have been.

She was thriving.

Working as a doctor at a private hospital, she had made a name for herself—though still considered a newbie, she carried herself with confidence. Every day was an opportunity to prove that she could stand tall on her own, no longer tied to a world of chaos and heartache.

Tonight, as the amber glow of streetlights reflected off the pavement, Y/n pulled into the parking lot of her small, cozy apartment. The engine of her modest car hummed as she cut it off, the silence of the late evening settling around her. She wasn’t driving some sleek, expensive car, but the one she had now was hers.

She stepped out, locking the car, and grabbed the grocery bags from the passenger seat. They were a mix of essentials—nothing glamorous, just the basics after a long shift. Her feet carried her toward the entrance of the building when a familiar voice called out from behind her.

“Hey, Dr. Y/L/N!”

Y/n turned to find her neighbor, Suxi, standing by her door with a friendly smile on her face.

“Hey, Suxi,” Y/n greeted her with a tired but warm smile, her eyes still holding that glimmer of kindness that never seemed to fade.

Suxi took a moment to look at Y/n, her gaze thoughtful. “Long shift, huh?” she asked, noticing the exhaustion in her eyes.

Y/n nodded, adjusting the grocery bags in her hands. “Yeah, but it’s worth it. One step closer to where I want to be.”

Suxi chuckled. “I see that. You’re always hustling. You know, you’re really something, Y/n. I admire you.”

Y/n paused for a moment, looking up at the stars overhead. “Thanks, Suxi. It hasn’t been easy, but I think it’s starting to feel like it’s all coming together.”

“Good,” Suxi said with a smile, “You deserve it.”

The exchange was simple, but there was something about the moment that made Y/n reflect. Two years had gone by, and she was stronger than she had ever been. She had rebuilt herself—piece by piece, day by day.

But somewhere, deep down, she couldn’t shake the lingering question: What about him?

Jungkook’s days had been spent in a haze of cold isolation, but he had not forgotten. Even in the silence of his private island retreat, his mind often wandered back to her.

She had moved on.

He had seen her, unknowingly, through the lens of others—his men. He wasn’t foolish enough to approach her directly. Not yet. But he needed to know. He needed to see for himself how she was living, whether she was truly gone from his life or whether some part of her still lingered.

The men were discreet, of course.

Their orders were clear:

Follow her. Watch her.

They had been tailing her for weeks now, their presence so subtle she wouldn’t even know she was being watched. Jungkook sat in the shadowed confines of a luxury car parked far enough down the street, watching her apartment from behind tinted windows. A man in a dark suit, sitting beside him, leaned forward and spoke in a low tone.

“She just left her building, sir. Heading to the grocery store.”

Jungkook nodded once, his eyes narrowing. His fingers clenched into a fist on his lap.

“Good,” he muttered. “Keep watching.”

His men followed her every move—tracking her comings and goings, making sure nothing went unnoticed. Y/n’s world, her quiet life, was being slowly cataloged. Every smile exchanged with neighbors, every simple errand completed, and every peaceful moment she thought was hers—he saw it all.

From the rearview mirror, Jungkook’s reflection stared back at him, cold and distant.

It was maddening, the way he couldn’t let go, even as she moved forward, living her life without him.

A part of him was still haunted by her absence, consumed by the idea of losing her.

“Make sure she’s safe,” he ordered quietly, his voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside him. “No one gets too close.”

The men nodded in silence, as they continued their watch.

Y/n’s feet echoed softly against the hallway floor as she walked toward her apartment door, the weight of the grocery bags pulling at her arms. The world around her seemed peaceful, as it always did after a long shift. Her neighbors had already retired for the night, and the usual hum of city life had quieted down.

But tonight, something felt different—like a quiet tension in the air she couldn’t quite place.

As she approached her door, she heard footsteps behind her—slow, deliberate, too steady to be a casual passerby.

Before she could react, strong arms grabbed her from behind. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she struggled against their hold, her grocery bags slipping from her grip. She spun around, but the cold steel of a gun pressed to her side froze her in place.

“Don’t scream,” one of the men warned, his voice low and menacing.

Y/n’s heart hammered in her chest, panic flooding her system. She couldn’t even scream if she wanted to—the threat of the gun was too real. She instinctively reached for her phone, but another man grabbed her wrist, twisting it painfully.

“What the hell do you want?” she demanded, her voice trembling but defiant.

“We’re not here for you to talk, Dr. Y/L/N,” another man said, his grip tightening.

They started to drag her toward the elevator, her feet stumbling as she struggled to break free. The cold, silent presence of the men only intensified her fear. She recognized their faces—sharp suits, dark expressions—no one she knew, but they had the look of people who didn’t care if they were noticed.

They shoved her into the elevator, one of the men pressing the button for the ground floor. Y/n’s breath came in shallow gasps, her mind racing for an escape, for anything she could do to get out of this. She barely registered the elevator descending—her focus was on the sharp edge of the barrel against her side, the feeling of helplessness beginning to drown her.

When the elevator doors opened, they pulled her out into the underground garage, where a black van was waiting. The men shoved her into the back with frightening ease, slamming the door behind her.

The moment she landed in the cold, dark interior, the door to the front of the van opened, and a figure stepped inside—Jungkook.

Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with shock.

“You...” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Jungkook stood in front of her, looking more like a stranger than the man she once loved. His hair was a little longer, his face harder, the darkness in his eyes unmistakable. He looked almost... broken.

“Y/n,” he said softly, his voice rough, like he wasn’t sure what to say. “I’m sorry.”

Her heart twisted painfully in her chest. “What have you done?” she managed to choke out, the betrayal and fear flooding her in equal measure.

Jungkook stepped forward, his face serious, but his hands trembled as he reached for her.

“I had to. I... I didn’t know how to get you back, but I’m not letting you go again.”

The van rumbled down the road as Y/n sat there, her heart racing in her chest. Jungkook’s presence in the van made everything feel so much heavier. His face was set in a grim expression, but there was something unreadable in his eyes. He hadn’t said much since she had seen him, and the weight of silence between them was suffocating.

She pulled herself away from him, trying to steady her breathing, but the panic only grew.

“You don’t have to do this,” Y/n said, her voice shaking but firm. “Let me go. Please, Jungkook.”

He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze cold, as though he were still wrestling with his own emotions.

Before she could say anything else, one of the men in the back of the van moved toward her. He was tall, wearing a black suit, his expression blank. He pulled out a small syringe from his pocket and showed it to her, the liquid inside swirling ominously under the dim lights of the van.

“No,” Y/n whispered, her voice low and panicked. “Please—what are you doing?”

The man didn’t answer, his face stone-cold. He grabbed her arm roughly, and before she could even try to pull away, the needle pierced her skin.

The cold sting of the injection spread through her veins, and a strange dizziness washed over her immediately. Her body felt heavy, like the weight of the world had suddenly shifted to her shoulders.

“No... no, please...” Y/n’s words slurred as she fought against the effects of the sedative. Her mind was starting to fog over, the world around her blurring. She tried to push herself up, to get away, but the strength to move was slipping away.

Jungkook’s eyes locked onto hers, a faint, almost sorrowful look in his gaze.

“I didn’t want to do this, but you left me no choice.” His voice was barely a whisper, and it hurt more than the physical pain.

She opened her mouth to speak, to plead with him one last time, but her vision swam, her head growing heavier by the second.

“I’m sorry, Y/n…” Jungkook’s voice was the last thing she heard before everything went dark.

Her body slumped, her head falling against the cold, hard surface of the van as the sedative pulled her into an unconscious haze.

Author’s POV

The low hum of the boat’s engine was the only sound filling the thick silence of the night. Y/n was completely unconscious, her body slumped in the back of the van, but her mind was still lingering somewhere in the darkness. The sedative had done its job, but it didn’t erase her awareness—only dulled it.

She could hear the men talking, their voices muffled but distinct in the space around her.

“What are we going to do with her, boss?” one of the men asked, his tone filled with cold curiosity.

Jungkook’s voice, steady and commanding, cut through the air.

“Take her to the room,” he ordered, his words deliberate, like each one was weighed with a heavy, irreversible finality.

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat despite the fog in her mind. The room? She didn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend what they meant.

Her head felt heavy, like it was being pulled underwater, but she could still hear them clearly.

“The room?” the man asked again, his voice betraying some uncertainty.

Jungkook didn’t falter. “Yes, the lab. The doctor that Kim Sik hired will be there, and she’ll do her part.”

Y/n’s body twitched involuntarily as her heart pounded against her ribcage. Lab? She could barely process the words as they hit her like a wave. What were they planning to do with her? The dread crept in, but her body refused to respond—still too sedated to fight, too weak to even move.

Jungkook’s voice softened just slightly, as if trying to reassure her despite the cold command in his previous words.

“You’ll be okay, baby,” he said, his words barely a whisper in the room. The tone was strangely gentle, like he was speaking to the woman he loved and not the person he had just dragged into this terrifying reality. “You’ll wake up, and everything will fall into place.”

But his words didn’t bring comfort. They only deepened the pit of fear that had already started forming in her chest.

Y/n’s eyelids fluttered, a half-conscious attempt to wake up, but the sedative still held a firm grip on her senses. Her mind raced, but her body was far too heavy to move. She felt as if she were sinking deeper into the darkness with each passing second.

Author’s POV

Y/n jolted awake, gasping for air as she clutched her stomach. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breaths shallow and erratic. She blinked rapidly, trying to focus on her surroundings. She was in their bed, the familiar sheets surrounding her. The nightmare she had just woken from felt so vivid, so real. She could still feel the coldness of the laboratory bed, her clothes being ripped away, and the excruciating numbness spreading across her body. But now... now she was safe.

She touched her stomach instinctively, but when her fingers brushed over her skin, she froze. Her fingers curled around a cool metal band—a wedding ring. Jungkook.

Her eyes widened as the confusion washed over her. The dream, the nightmare, was so real, so terrifying. But... where was the baby?

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Jungkook’s voice pulled her from her racing thoughts. His voice was raspy, like he had just woken up as well, though his tone was laced with concern. He reached for her gently, brushing her hair back as she sat up on the bed. “Come back to sleep, babe,” he urged softly.

Y/n blinked, still trying to piece everything together. “I… I thought…” She trailed off, shaking her head as her confusion only deepened.

The morning light crept into their room, but Y/n still felt unsettled, as if the fog of the nightmare was clinging to her, threatening to pull her under once again.

She stumbled out of bed, the dizziness hitting her like a wave. The nausea crept up in her stomach before she even made it to the bathroom. She barely managed to make it to the sink before she bent over, vomiting heavily.

Jungkook was quick to follow, his hands gentle as he held her hair back, his other hand resting on her back as he murmured softly.

“Baby, let’s get you checked out, babe,” he said, his voice filled with concern. There was an underlying tension in it, but it wasn’t the same coldness she had grown used to.

Y/n wiped her mouth, the taste lingering bitterly. “Yeah, I think so too... I’ve been dreaming weirdly these past few weeks,” she admitted, her voice hoarse. The feeling of the nightmare still haunted her, and the confusion lingered like an unwelcome guest.

Jungkook’s expression was unreadable as he helped her back to their bed, though his eyes flickered with something she couldn’t quite place. He was trying to be supportive, but something about his demeanor made her feel like he was hiding something.

After a brief moment of silence, they were on their way to the hospital, the drive uneventful but tense.

Once they arrived, Y/n was led into a sterile examination room, the hospital’s cold air doing nothing to ease the chill she felt inside. The nurse led her inside, and she couldn’t help but blink in surprise when she saw the woman’s face. It was... Sungkyung.

For a brief moment, Y/n thought she was still in the dream. The nurse's face was the same, and the familiarity sent a shiver down her spine.

“Sungkyung?” Y/n asked in disbelief, but the nurse simply smiled warmly at her.

“Just call me Nurse Jung,” she said lightly, adjusting her clipboard.

The doctor came in shortly after, and Y/n’s breath caught in her throat when she saw her. The doctor had the same features, the same aura. It was Jamie.

Jamie’s face looked as serious as ever, but Y/n could see a glimmer of recognition in her eyes.

“Y/n, we’ll take good care of you,” the doctor said, her voice calm but filled with concern. “I know you’re worried, but we’re going to run a few tests to make sure everything is okay.”

Y/n swallowed thickly, her mind still hazy from the nightmare. Tests? But what was she supposed to be worried about?

The doctor pulled out an ultrasound machine, and Y/n was too exhausted to protest. The cold gel hit her stomach, sending a wave of discomfort through her body. The monitor flickered to life, and her heart skipped a beat when the technician started moving the wand around.

Jamie, standing next to her, gave a soft, reassuring smile. “It’s okay, Y/n. We’ll see what’s going on in there.”

But when the screen lit up, Y/n’s entire world stopped. The small, flickering shape on the monitor was unmistakable. It was a baby.

Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Am I...?”

“Yes,” Jamie said gently, nodding. “You’re pregnant, Y/n.”

A heavy silence filled the room. Y/n’s mind raced as her hand instinctively went to her stomach. The baby. The nightmare. She was pregnant.

But the question that filled her head was why? Why did she have no memory of this? What happened to her during the time she’d been missing? What was Jungkook hiding?

Tears filled her eyes as the truth sank in. She wasn’t just haunted by her nightmares—there was something much darker she had yet to understand.

Y/n’s heart was pounding in her chest, her hands shaking as she looked at the ultrasound screen. The small flickering shape of the baby—it was unmistakable. The words the doctor spoke barely registered in her mind, her breath caught in her throat as her world seemed to spin out of control.

“You’re pregnant, Y/n.”

The words echoed in her head like a haunting melody, but something deep inside her instinctively felt like there was more. The nightmare, the strange sensations, the growing sense of dread—it all made sense now, but it didn’t quite fit. How was she pregnant? What had happened during the time she couldn’t remember?

Jamie, still standing next to her, looked at her with concern, her gaze lingering on Y/n as she processed the news.

“You’re going to be okay, Y/n,” Jamie said softly, but her voice didn’t sound reassuring. It was filled with an unspoken worry, like there was something more hidden beneath the surface.

Y/n’s eyes darted between Jamie and the monitor. “How… How long have I been pregnant?”

The question hung in the air, and Jamie’s silence spoke volumes. She shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the nurse who stood in the corner of the room.

“I… I need to check something,” Jamie finally said, her voice quieter than before.

Before Y/n could ask anything further, Jamie stepped away, whispering something to the nurse who quickly left the room. The air felt thick with tension, and Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

Suddenly, the door to the examination room creaked open again. A figure entered, standing still in the doorway for a moment.

Jungkook.

His eyes locked onto hers, and his face was unreadable. He stepped inside, his footsteps slow but deliberate. The cold, emotionless look in his eyes made Y/n’s chest tighten.

"Y/n..." he began, his voice barely above a whisper, the weight of the moment hanging between them.

“Jungkook…” Her voice cracked, too many questions swirling in her mind. "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me I was pregnant?"

His eyes flickered with something unreadable, then a shadow passed over his face. He walked closer, his presence overpowering the room.

“Because I didn’t want you to know,” he said softly, the words sending a chill down her spine.

A silence settled between them, thick and suffocating. And just as Y/n opened her mouth to respond, she heard a soft knock on the door.

A voice from behind the door, low and authoritative, echoed through the room:

“Mr. Jeon... we have a problem.”

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes darted between Jungkook and the door. What could be more of a problem than this?

Jungkook’s expression turned cold, and he glanced back at the door. “Not now,” he muttered, but the voice on the other side persisted.

“It’s urgent, sir.”

Jungkook’s eyes met Y/n’s for a moment, his gaze darkening. The tension was palpable.

“Stay here,” he said to Y/n, his voice low, a command disguised as concern. But she could feel the weight of his words—there was something more behind them.

Before she could respond, he turned, walking swiftly toward the door.

“Wait, Jungkook, what’s going on? What’s happening?” Y/n called out, panic rising in her chest.

But Jungkook didn’t look back. As the door slammed shut behind him, Y/n was left alone in the room, her heart racing, her mind spinning.

The sound of muffled voices outside the door grew louder as she sat there, alone with her thoughts. She had no idea what was happening, what Jungkook had been hiding from her all this time.

And then, suddenly, a soft beep filled the room—an ominous sound coming from the monitor beside her.

She looked at the screen, her eyes widening as the numbers on the machine flickered and changed.

It wasn’t just her pregnancy that was a mystery anymore.

It was everything.

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prettynice8 · 2 months ago

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Kinkmas day 4: Cuddle Fucking

Kim Seokjin aka Jin x male reader

This guy

Stuff: cuddle fucking DUH, kissing, very fluffy, sex, riding, foreplay, reader and Jin are married.

Word Count: 1,155

Notes: Happy birthday Jin! please don't read this.

Jin is the most perfect husband you could ever have asked for. He's sweet, caring, handsome as all hell, and has a big dick. He is the kindest guy you know and loves you more than anything. For every birthday you've ever had, he's always given you such elaborate and fantastical gifts that are perfect for you. So, this year you wanted to give him something for his 32nd birthday that he'd never forget... in your own way.

Once Jin finally got home from work, he came to see that the dinner table had been completely covered in all his favorite foods, all of which you spent the entire day making.

"Y/n... This is amazing..." He said wistfully with a touched smile on his face, he was so happy and just adored you for all the hard work you put into making his birthday something special for him.

He soon got to work on the many dishes, eating every single one of them up.

"Damn baby... This is fucking delicious." He started before diving back into his food.

"I'm glad you love it, anything for my husband." You responded sweetly before planting a light kiss on his cheek.

Once he finishes eating the meal, you lead him to the bedroom, his birthday isn't over yet.

Once inside, you give him piles of gifts, from jewelry to new clothes, most of which are in pink. All of which came from his side of the shared bank account since he's a millionaire, pretty sure he won't miss the few thousand. He receives the gifts graciously and gives you a quick but loving kiss.

"You the best husband ever, you know?" He started with an adoring and loving smirk, gracing his handsome face.

"Hey, You're pretty good too, just as good as me on your best days." You responded cheekily. He responds to that by giving a light laugh before trapping you in a big, warm, and loving hug.

"Best birthday ever..." He stated, making your heart swell.

"I'm not done yet..." You exclaimed, your voice lowering to a sexier level, instantly changing the tone of the moment.

"Oh?" Jin asked, his interest officially peaked.

You respond by pulling him into a light kiss before sitting him down on the bed, his back resting against the bed rest.

You give him a little strip tease, slowly taking your clothes off In Front of him. You start with the shirt, slowly pulling it off of yourself to reveal your bare torso. Next goes the pants, you also slowly and tantalizingly take them off in front of him, taking your sweet time until you're in nothing but underwear, where your bulge is easily shown. The sight of strip tease clearly excites Jin. You can tell this from the tent that grows in his pants after every item of clothing is taken off.

Finally, you take off your underwear, revealing your hard cock to Jin, you turn around and spread your cheeks to reveal your awaiting hole to him. He lets out a desperate gasp when he sees you whole winking at him.

"Come here baby..." He beckoned sexily, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his muscular chest.

Before you can even get over there, his pants and underwear are gone as well, leaving him completely bare. His long, hard cock standing tall and at full attention.

You are still on his lap, grabbing yours and his cock and pumping them together, mixing the pre-cum that leaks out from the two dicks. While you do this Jin reaches his hand behind and rubs your rim his finger.

You let out a surprised moan, he takes that ajar mouth as his opportunity to gently put his tongue inside your mouth, pulling you into a loving but passionate and hungry kiss.

He slowly inserts a finger inside you, working it in and out so he can prepare you for the big dick that is soon to enter. You moan more into his lips; he takes that opportunity to shove his tongue deeper in your mouth, swallowing your moans.

Once he's decided that you're most likely prepared enough, he grabs your ass cheeks to slightly lift you above his cock, but this is his birthday, so you're going to focus on him.

You slam your hole on his cock, causing a light shriek of pain to escape from your mouth while a surprised and very loud moan of pleasure from him.

"You okay baby?" He asked sweetly, even with the jaw dropping pleasure you just gave him, Jin's still concerned about your own health.

"I'm fine, this is your birthday, so enjoy." You answered, your face forming into a mix of slight discomfort with determination.

You waste no time, not even waiting to get comfortable yet. This is his big day, so you're going to make this all about him.

You start slowly bouncing on his cock, moaning slightly above him, but your own moans are practically dwarfed by the sounds of Jin's very own screams of pleasure. Good, let's keep that going.

Jin's moaning frenzy only eggs you on to pleasure him more, so you bounce even faster on his cock, moaning even more in delight, and just as your sounds develop, so do his, by tenfold.

You increase your riding pace, going even faster than before, pulling Jin into a passionate kiss shared between the two of you. You try to increase your pace even more but surprisingly, he holds tightly to your hips, halting your speed.

"Let's make this special, okay?" He asked, looking into your eyes with the most loving expression he could muster. His gaze makes you melt into him, resting your forehead against his while slowing the speed of your bouncing to light riding.

Jin pulls you into a slow but passionate kiss as you continue your slow riding technique. His tongue slowly moves into your mouth, but instead of carnal hunger, the kiss is more of a light dance. His tongue waltzes with yours between the insides of your mouths.

You swallow each other's moans as you continue your slow bounces, going on for a good long while, just comfortable and completely at home in the deeply passionate scene. Both of you are just pouring your love into the other, both between the kissing and between the love making.

He pours his love into you even more, spilling his seed inside your asshole, nearly filling you up. You moan loudly and ride him faster, trying to reach your own release.

You cum not long after him, splaying your load all over his stomach. He simply wipes it off and licks it up with his fingers. Once he's finished licking your cum off his torso, he simply pulls you into a tight hug, holding your close.

"I love you, best birthday ever." He stated sincerely, continuing to hold your tightly in his arms in the loving cuddle.

THE END

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red40overdose · 5 months ago

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Quick Yandere!Jin x GN!Reader Headcanons

WC: 400+

- A bit on the softer side

- Jin was raised traditionally, his mother and father always reinforcing a more romantic approach to courting

- He wants to at least try to romance you first

- He’ll introduce himself with a charming smile that you fall for

- Jin is a handsome man and silver tongued

- Of course you agree to go on a date with him

- He picks you up from your house right on time like he said he would

- In his arms is a brilliant bouquet of roses

- Blushing you invite him in so you can put them in his vase

- Now not only does he have your address but he also has a good idea about blind spots throughout half of your house

- He takes you to a restaurant a nice one up high in a skyscraping building

- The whole thing makes you nervous it's way more then you can afford

- This is exactly what Jin wants

- Slowly he starts integrating himself into your life, into your finances

- You lose your job for some bullshit reason your boss is nervous and stuttering

- Every job you apply to falls through and soon you find yourself not being able to afford rent

- With a smile Jin moves you into his apartment

- Before you can even blink your entirely dependent on Jin

- You have no money of your own no assets no support system

- So when Jin starts getting a little more controlling there's nothing you can do about it

- He starts picking out your outfits, light colored pastels often matching his own. It doesn't matter if it's not your style it's what Jin likes

- He manages to convince you to stop applying for jobs

- Why do you need one? He's there to take care of you. You don't need to worry about anything

- He starts to dictate who you can and can talk to. It starts with small comments that weed themselves into your mind

- "I don't really like how so and so seems to never think about you. They always treat you like a second option dont you think?"

- You didn't think that. But after Jin says it you can't stop thinking about it.... was he right?

- When you fight about it he buys you gifts. Expensive thoughtful ones that make you feel so guilty

- Soon he's doing everything for you.

- Deciding what you wear where you go what you eat what you do

- Jin has you in lock and key

- Like you are nothing more than a doll to sit up on a shelf, only pulled down when he want to play with you

- And there's really nothing you can do about it

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madammidnightsblog · 2 years ago

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BTS BUTTPLUG

Warning: sex, buttplug (m&f), public settings, sub idol, dom f!reader, Bang PD (brief), park setting (once), handcuffs, voyeur , fan meet (once)

Namjoon

Namjoon isn't really into buttplugs but he is more than willing to wear one if you ask, there is almost nothing he wouldn't do if you asked. But he feels funny wearing one in the studio with Bang Hitman working alongside him, the toy occasionally humming softly against a sensitive spot if he squirms too much and to make it worse, you were sitting in the same room. Your eyes staring at the back of his head which made his heart pound even more against his chest and he felt himself grow more aroused at the thought of you turning the toy completely up and having him a moaning mess in front of the older man. It really took everything in this man to cover every moan that would slip out and from palming himself through his sweats to somehow make the agonizing pace of the plug to grow more intense and just give his poor dick some friction that it was silently begging for.

"What do you think? Do you think it would work with the chorus or should we move it to the bridge?" Bang questioner as he skimmed over the roughly scribbled idea, wanting the younger man's opinion to organize the chaos that filled the page.

"Uh, well," Namjoon mentally slapped himself for not paying attention but could you blame him? He was in a tough situation and really wanted to work as diligently as he could but the damn plug really made it it hard to prioritize.

Bang notices how confused he looked and took in considering that they were working for about five hours and it was close to two in the morning so he thought he must be tired so he started to pack up, "Don't worry about it. You must be tired so we can finish later after some sleep so get some rest and I'll call around one- thirty." With that, he felt after bidding you goodbye.

You got up and walked over to the panting male as he leans back in his office chair, eyes screwed shirt while his right hand came down to his crotch to gently rub his erection, "You did such a good job baby." You praised as you sat in the chair that the former CEO was seated.

Namjoon whimpered softly as you took out your phone and turned off the plug, "May I cum now?"

You looked up at him surprise. You were sure he silently came a few times but those sucks in breath and squeezing of the arm rest was him holding back? Now that was more amusing. Cocking your head to the side and folded a leg over the other with a smirk, "Why didn't you cum pretty boy? You had about three hours of torture and all the chances to do so."

Namjoon turned his chair toward you, his hands were tugging at the draw strings in anticipation, "Because you never told me to." He whimpers.

"Go head baby. Cum as many times you want, you earned it for being such a good boy for Mommy." With that, he yanked down his sweats and boxers to reveal a twitching and leaking dick.

Jin

"I can't-please-can't!" He cried as his hands yanked at the cuffs, the metal clanking against the chair with every tug.

You sat in front of him, sipping your wine with a pleased smile as you watched as he breaks down in front of you after his third orgasm washed over him, painting his stomach and lap in his release. Something about watching him cry and cum without stopping makes you feel so powerful because of the pretty way he cries and begs and the way his beautiful body shakes with every release, the pearly white liquid painting his golden skin. His moans and cries were heavenly, almost as if he was singing such a beautiful song and the sobs came out like a loud yet sweet chorus that he made specifically just for you and it made your pussy ache. The plug in his ass and the vibrator that was tapped to his dick was the cause of his pleasure and the reason of his uncontrollable orgasms and they weren't stopping anytime soon, not until he said 'sheep'.

"You can take it, you've done it before." You singed before taking another sip, the refreshing taste of Pinot Grigio made you hum.

"Fuck, Mommy, please!" He sobbed, his dick twitched against his abdomen.

You hummed in thought, eyes staring at the glass in your hand and watched how the golden clear liquid that swirled with every soft roll of your wrist. You really didn't need to think about joining your boyfriend but you wanted to make him wait, keeping him on his toes and holding to the desperation which was what you did. Flicking your eyes back at him to see his glossy eyes as they stared into yours before placing your glass on the table next to you before getting up, slowly making your way over to him which had him whimpering for you. The clicking of your heels made his fingers dig into the armrests in attempt to hold what's left of his control and the fact that you were in just heels and one of his button of shirts made his dick ache.

Standing behind the chair, you slowly slid your hands down to his wrists to gently rub at them, "Are you sure you want me to do anything, darling? You seem to have enough fun with those toys." You teased as you eyes the two vibrators.

A sob left his lips, "Y-Yes, touch me, fuck, please."

Hoseok

He isn't the type to act honey in public or even attempt to do anything that remotely resembles a sexual act that isn't dancing so when you asked him to wear a plug and go for a walk at a park, he was quick to turn it down. So when you said you'd wear it instead, he was more nervous about it but didn't mutter a complaint since you were the one to want to do it but he was scared that a child would hear or an elderly person would see how your legs were wobbling and the no so quiet moans and call the cops. Everything was going smoothly, your wobbles were so noticeable and your moans were at a minimum or seen as coughs which did get you two some odd looks but Hoseok didn't care because his mind was occupied with the flashes of you putting the plug in but that was until you held onto his shoulder.

"Fuck." You moaned softly, your free hand was itching to cup your crotch in hopes to touch yourself.

Swallowing dryly, Hoseok did his best to guide you towards an empty and closed off area, "J-Just give me a second." He whispered.

The poor man almost tripped over his feet when he heard you moan his name. He was trying so hard to avoid any issues so you two could be in private but a woman that was jogging by turned around once noticing how you struggled to walk properly thanks to the rising volume of the plug, "Hey, are you ok? Do you need an ambulance?" She questioned while taking out her earbuds.

Shaking your head, you forced a smile which looked borderline lewd, "I'm.. I'm fine. Just got a cramp." You quickly said, trying to avoid slipping out a moan.

The woman eyes him before looked back at you but when Hoseok helped you stand up better, you bud goodbye before you two made your way to the public bathroom. Once inside, he quickly but slowly dragged you to a stall which you were glad he did because you were too overwhelmed with pleasure you were sure you wouldn't be able to walk anymore without someone realizing what was up. You took off your shirt and sat on the edge of the toilet, pulling your legs up to your chest after making sure you wouldn't fall off and told him to hurry. It was hard to keep going without his dick inside of you by know.

Jimin

"I'm so full." He moans as he spreads his cheeks to show off the pretty blue plug in his ass, his white thong pushed to the side.

Biting your lip, you slipped onto the bed while reaching a hand out to rub his erection through the damp material. Soft purrs left his pillowy lips made you shiver in excitement, wanting nothing but to rip the thin fabric off and suck his cute cocklet. With every rub to his small dick, you spewed out filth which had him whimpering and rutting up against your hand which you allowed, loving how needy and desperate he is for you. You were more than happy to make him wait for you until he was a sobbing mess, getting turned on by the way he sobs for you and his big pretty eyes filled with tears that spill down his round cheeks. Tracing his bugle through the material had him shaking and breath hitching, the vibrator purring softly as his velvet walls squeeze around the toy as if it will slip out.

"Such a pretty kitty," you swallowed thickly as you took in his beauty, "And all mine." With that, you yanked the panties off which made him gasp in shock.

You got tired of seeing the thin material already, wanting to see him bare under you and marked so you wasted no time, lifting a leg of his to press a kiss to his ankle and slowly made your way to knee. Lowering yourself slowly, your eyes stared into his glossy ones as you slipped your tongue out and licked a stripe to his inner thigh, licking before pressing sloppy kisses to the soft flesh as his moans came out in soft puffs. Legs spreading further to allow you to lay comfortably between them and placed playful bites to the area before turning your attention to his twitching cocklet once again.

"Want help?"

Biting his lip as he looked away shyly, "Yes, please."

Jungkook

He's bold with anything kink related, believing it will be better if taken risks so the plug was pushed into his hole before a fan meet and he was more than excited. You being a staff member, you were there playing with the remote in your pocket and watching how he would struggle to speak and even sing which did get him concerned looks from the members and fans but it only made you both aroused. Trying to sign an album, he leaned his head onto the table and let out a shaky moan as the toy was turned all the way up, his eyes squeezed closed and jaw going slack which made the fan in front of him worry and Namjoon and Taehyung next to him ask him if he was alright. He was shaking and squeezing the pen as his thighs squeezed together, trying to calm himself down from his high but his mind was just going blank.

"I'm fine, fuck, I just got a cramp." He gasped, shifting slightly in his seat as the toy was turned down to the lowest setting.

He was trying his best to ignore the mess he made in his pants but when you came into view he was whimpering softly, wanting you to hold him and call him your good boy for cumming but you couldn't. Pouting, he quickly scribbled down his signature and got ready for the next fan, ignoring the looks the members and the manager shot him while forcing a smile to the squeaking fan. Every second talking, singing, and chatting with the small span of time with the fans was exhausting since all his entertainment was drained from that orgasm but thankfully it went by quick without the toy going past low so he managed. Once everything was finished, he rushed off the stage and to the nearest bathroom with you in tow and thankfully no one was around the area to stop you from following him into there. Locking the door behind you, you barely got to turn around without him yanking you into his embrace.

"Bunny, calm down. Don't wanting anyone bothering us." You whispered, noses touching from how close you were.

He whined, "Hurry up then Mommy, need a kiss."

With that, you closed the gap by smashing your lips against his which made him moan into the kiss as his hands shot down to his belt and unbuckled it. Hastily, he undid his pants and pushed the down to his ankles while you did the same with yours. Pulling back earned you a whine but you shushed him before pushing him onto the toilet after he dropped his boxers. Knowing you two had to be quick before they started to look for him, you pushed your panties to the side to reveal your sopping cunt which had him moaning at the sight of your slick sticking to the fabric of your panties.

"Be quiet baby." You ordered before hovering over his dick, slowly sinking down onto it with ease.

Taehyung

"Mommy." He moans against your breast, his tongue lazily swirling around your nipple which made you sigh.

Your hand pumping his dick made him whine and moan as your thumb pressed against his utheral hole teasingly. His eyes closed in bliss as he sucked contently at your swollen bud which you were more than happy to see because his flushed face was pressed against your breast cutely. Times like this is why tented windows of the company van was a wonder, letting your cute baby boy suck onto your breast while you have him a handjob, doing your best to match whatever spear the plug in his ass was going. With you in his lap, he was comfortable since your scent and warmth made it better to him and the toy in his ass had him holding you tighter, making it a little difficult to move your hand between both of your legs.

"You are so needy. I spoil you too much, don't I? Taking time out of your schedule to make my prince feel good because he is so needy for his Mommy, hm?" You sighed mindlessly, knowing his mind was somewhere else based how he tried to fuck up into your hand.

His eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure built up, the knot in his stomach slowly coming undone so he squeezed your waist, sucking harsher which made your head press against his as you moaned. Thrusting upwards sent him over the edge, spilling his release onto your hand and his thighs, detaching his lips from your bud to moan out your name. Panting softly, he leaned his head back against the seat while you reached behind you and into the glove compartment to get the wet wipes and cleaned him up while handing him his water bottle. You smiled and praised him while cleaning up the mess and he couldn't help but bury his face into your neck, breathing in your scent as he closed his eyes.

Yoongi

Yoongi would never be caught dead doing anything sexual in public, he wouldn't allow himself to be lewd anywhere that wasn't in the safety of your shared apartment. It would take a lot to convince this man to wear a plug in public for more than twenty minutes out of fear of someone noticing him and try to approach him. He was way too well known for something like that to happen to you decided to make him do it when the members were supposed to come over and have dinner. You were cleaning up the kitchen with Namjoon while Yoongi tried his best to stay quiet on the couch behind the maknae line sat on the floor, playing scrabble while he pressed the couch pillow against his chest in hope to ground himself. It was hard for him, the toy was coming in waves that thudding against his prostate thanks to the larger plug of choice. Having such a hard time, he got up and excused himself to the bedroom, in hopes to lock himself in for a minute and cum.

"I'm going to grab something from the bedroom and I'll meet you on the balcony." You excused yourself which Namjoon happily made his way to the balcony with his beer.

Making your way quietly down the hall, you heard Yoongi's soft moans between the laughs and fight of the younger members which made your heart race. You were itching to touch yourself at the idea of him taking care of his boner with everyone within earshot, it really made your pussy throb knowing if they wanted to they would hear him. Sneaking into the room that he forgot to lock, you watched his he humped the armrest of your chair in front of your makeup table, his pants straining his erection with every rut. Locking the door, you made your way over to the door and stood behind him, holding his waist which made him jolt back to reality and tried to pull away until you stop his to relax. Knowing it was you, he went back to rutting the armrest while letting out louder moans of your name.

"Just like that baby, move with the vibrations." You moaned as you pressed yourself against him.

#x dom reader #sub bts #bottom male #female reader #Kim Namjoon #Kim Taehyung #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #jeon jungkook #park jimin #sub kpop #sub male Kpop idol

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justluxy · 4 months ago

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Fake Life, Real Love

Original story by Lovely-Sj92 on wattpad, go support them :)

Kim Seokjin x bottom male reader

Where Jin kidnaps y/n and makes him live a fake life with him

Warnings: mentions of sex, kidnapping, angst?

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Jin remembers it as if it were yesterday, it was a Sunday, December 15th, with a horrible weather, you entered the emergency room on a stretcher

Seokjin thought he saw an angel.

Hydrocephalus caused by a brain tumor was fucking killing you, and as family doctor it was up to Seokjin to save you and he was fucking going to do it

The surgery lasted between six and seven hours and it was no coincidence that the entire medical team involved in the surgery believed that you had died

Seokjin had never been attracted to anyone, he'd never had any friends, and his family was shit. Seokjin didn't know anything other than medicine, he lived only for it

So, when he felt his heart beating for something more than just need, he told himself that for no apparent reason could he let that beautiful boy get out of his hands

It would be his, by fair means or foul

And the crying family, nor the devastated man that was the your boyfriend and was going to change his mind

That was the end of his life

That was the beginning

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Seokjin abandoned everything weeks later, his management position at the hospital, his fucking expensive apartment in the city and hid in a cabin in the middle of the forest

Next to you

You didn't remember anything about yourself, not your name, not your family, not even the broad-shouldered man who called himself your husband

But he was the only person you had at the time. Seokjin told you a lot about yourself, your family, your wedding and why you didn't remember anything about your life

He told you about your friends, your likes, dislikes, fears and and things that made you happy

And even though you still saw him as a stranger, you couldn't help but start to love him, because after all, he was your husband

Right?

-I'm home babe - You looked at Seokjin and smiled lightly

-Welcome - You murmured, helping him with the bags of groceries. Seokjin went to the village every Sunday to buy groceries and other things for the house. You and him lived in the middle of the forest, in a beautiful two-story cabin overlooking a lake and a small stable

It was a beautiful, it was four hours from the town, ten from the city and about two hours from the neighbors. Seokjin was a doctor before moving there as far as you knew, he had left the profession after the accident

That supposed accident that caused that now you won't even remember who your parents are. Seokjin didn't tell you more, as it wouldn't be good for you if your first memory was a bad experience

You believed him obviously

-Uh, you got some hot chocolate - You murmured happily

-You asked me, obviously I was going to get it - he kissed your cheek, and although you weren't entirely comfortable with those displays of affection, you let him. You didn't want to make Seokjin feel bad, besides he was your husband, those things were normal between husbands

Right?

-Do you want to watch a movie?

-Sounds good to me - You murmured- I'll make some hot chocolate, okay?

-Yes - He kissed your cheek and left you alone in the kitchen

Why did this felt so weird? You erased those thoughts from your mind, because even though you felt Seokjin like a stranger, you knew it was impossible for him to be lying to you

Right?

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You began to get used to it as the days went by, You no longer felt uncomfortable waking up next to Seokjin, you began to feel comfortable next to the older man, your laughter and smiles went from being fake to real and without realizing it, kissing Seokjin was as natural as sleeping at night and waking up in the morning

You found yourself eagerly awaiting his arrival, being the first to kiss him and being the first to hold him tight every night and yet, there was always something at the end of the day, before you closed your eyes, before your last minute of consciousness, an unknown feeling in your chest that, despite everything, would not leave you alone

But even with that inside of you, you couldn't help but feel more and more in love with Seokjin

Your husband

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It was early one morning after your twenty-fourth birthday that it happened. You and him had gone to bed after eating cake and watching a movie, you and him were facing each other, Seokjin naturally had his hand on your waist, giving gentle caresses from top to bottom

Both of you were silent, but your eyes did not separate from each other. It was an oddly intimate moment

Seokjin kissed you, gave you another, another, and another. It was natural to end up naked under the sheets of the bed

Jin treated you sweetly and gently, delicately caressing your skin and kissing you as if you were the most beautiful guy in the world and that's how he made you feel. He found himself whispering an "I love you" against your lips as they reached the height of pleasure while having sex

You slept in Seokjin's arms, feeling protected

And not even the discomfort in his chest managed to make you feel less loved

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It was three years later when the real problems began. You loved his house, it was beautiful, you adored the peace and the nature that surrounded it. But you also wanted to see the outside world, the nearby towns and, why not, the city

But Seokjin always showed rejection at the mere mention of it, and you were getting tired of it. You were not a fucking kid, and wanting to see other places didn't mean wanting to leave or change the life you had

Or at least, of which you were aware

You didn't want to distrust Seokjin, because you fucking loved him and you fucking didn't want to believe that he was lying to you

But he hid things from you, he hid many things from you. So that Wednesday, after Seokjin left for work, you began your search. What were you looking for? You had no idea, but you would find something

You searched through Seokjin's closet, his office, then went to the basement and finally to the attic. "Shit," You whispered, dropping to the dusty floor

You were not going to find anything at all?

After a few seconds of rest, you stood up, feeling like an idiot for distrusting your husband and launching a pathetic search for evidence in your own fucking house

But before going down you saw a box on top of an old closet, you analyzed it for a few seconds and after a sigh you went to get it

You had nothing to lose, right?

After almost falling by climbing onto an old chair to reach the box, you managed to get it down safely

You sat down on the floor once more, no longer caring about getting covered in dust, you opened the box and began rummaging through it without any interest

Pictures?

You began to see them one by one, in the pictures you were alongside people you didn't recognize at all. You felt his heart beat faster when you came across a picture of a handsome man hugging you from behind

He was handsome

You put all the photos on the floor and looked at them.

-But...

You picked them up and stumbled down to the living room, quickly picking up a small album from one of the pieces of furniture

They were the same fucking picture, but with different people next to you.

You compared those of your parents

Those of your brothers

That of your friends

You gulped, and after looking at them carefully you noticed that the ones of your supposed family, the ones Jin showed you, were fake

He took the photo again where the handsome guy was

And the more you looked at him, the more things came to your mind and the more you looked at him, you discovered that you were living a lie. If you were not suffering from hallucinations and your memories weren't false

So who the hell was Kim Seokjin?

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You denied yourself what you had remembered, denied that it was your memories and tried to continue with your life as you knew it. But you couldn't, and how could you if Seokjin didn't exist in your memories? And how could you if in your memories you loved another man and not Seokjin?

Everything exploded one Sunday afternoon.

When you inadvertently shed a tear when you saw yourself being hugged from behind by the other man

-Honey? What's wrong? - he asked worriedly.

But when he placed a hand on your face, you suddenly pulled away, as if his simple touch burned you

-What did you do? -the brown-haired boy whispered- What the hell did you do!?

Seokjin was startled, but still tried to approach you once more, receiving rejection from you again

-What's going on?

-What's wrong? -you laughed sarcastically- Who are you?

Jin looked at you confused.

-I'm your husband, Kim Seokjin.

-Y-You're not, I-I have a boyfriend - you whispered, Seokjin turned pale- and I love h-him and I don't even know who you really are...

-Honey, you're hallucinating...

-Don't treat me like I'm crazy! - you shouted, pushing him- You better start talking right now or I swear I'll walk out that door and you'll never see me again in your life

Jin looked at you, silently begging you to stop, to forget all this and continue loving him blindly but he could no longer continue lying like that to the person he loved most in the world, you

-I fell in love with you, -he whispered- I saw you and I knew I would love you forever. -He approached you, feeling relieved when you didn't run away from him- You came into the emergency room, you were dying from a brain tumor that had caused hydrocephalus.

-And then...? -Seokjin looked away- Seokjin...

-I made everyone believe you were dead.

You abruptly pulled away from him, staring at him in disbelief.

-W-What?

-I-It was the only way, I knew you would probably suffer from memory loss, then you would forget about him and you could fall in love with me...

-God... You're crazy - You whispered agitatedly, feeling yourself drowning in your own tears.

-I love you.

-Do you love me? - You laughed- You were selfish, Seokjin, you took my family, my memories, my life, is that love for you?

-What else could I do? You were with him and I had no chance.

-And this was your best idea?

-Y/N...

-Give me the car keys.

-My love...

-Give me the fucking car keys!

Seokjin handed them to you and you walked towards the doo

-I love you, please...

-I'm sorry Jin, but I can't keep up with your charade. - Yougulp, looking at him- Someone is going to love you, but that someone isn't me, not anymore...

You walked out of there, without looking at the man who lied to you

To the man you still loved

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You drove in a state of shock to what you once remembered as your home, it was a long journey of hours to get there. You stopped in front of the house and got out of the car. You felt weird to absolutely everything.

You walked until you were on the sidewalk in front of it, looking through a window at the living room, very different from the one you remembered

Maybe your boyfriend no longer lived there

But there you saw him, as handsome as ever, with short hair and an aura of maturity that made him look simply wonderful.

But a guy comes and hugs him like you used to and when they are snuggled up on the couch, a little girl soon arrives to keep them company

There he is, the man you imagine a life with, next to someone else.

There is his daughter, the one that you dreamed of adopting with him

And there was your family, to which you no longer belonged.

And how could you go, knock on the door and ruin that family's life?

After all, you were dead

You had nothing

You didn't have your family

You didn't have Seokjin

You didn't even have a place to belong

You were just a dead guy wandering around that night

Just like that, you left everything behind and walked away alone

#bottom male reader #reader #x reader #male reader #gay #kim seokjin

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frieschan · 2 years ago

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QUERENCIA, chapter 3

(n.) where one feels home ; the place where you are your most authentic self

pairing - hybrid! ot7 x bunny hybrid! male! reader

genre - 18+, college au, hybrid au, fluff, eventual angst, eventual smut, humour

summary - you, a rabbit hybrid away from home to study, run into a group of surprisingly friendly and calm (also very attractive) predators who are a pack and live together suddenly run into your life like a bulldozer. the dull days of your life may turn into days of joy and laughter, or will the days turn into gloom and a sad everafter?

warnings (this chapter) - use of curseword, someone blacking out

word count - 2.9k

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You and Jihoon were staying at your apartment. Having a fun little sleepover since her major was kicking her ass at the moment. It was around mid-morning, 9 am. To your absolute shock, The ocelot hybrid has woken up at a normal-ish time. Only bad part was that she suddenly wanted to bake something at your house, together. You didn't have any baking supplies or appliances, mostly finding yourself to be the type to cook instead of bake.

"C'mon! let's go to the mall and shop!"-

"And you're going to pay..?"

"Hell yeah! I got my allowance from my girlfriend!"

"God I feel bad for her...."

"I'm being a good girlfriend ya know!!"

That was how you found yourself at a mall, with an ecstatic Jihoon, excited to spend every dime and dollar she had on creating baked goods. You were sure you’d be the one doing half, if not all the work though. You and Jihoon arrive at the department store of the mall, her already dragging you to the appliances section to buy the needed equipment. You looked at all the mixers, pots, pans, all the baking galore. They all looked as you expect, pretty much perfect and shiny. One of the mixing stands had caught your eye, it looked like any other mixer but it had an adorable rose-gold color. You just felt the need to have it so you approached it, not minding the wild Jihoon behind you that was close to breaking just about everything in the store. You held your breath as you were about to flip the price tag to show you how much it was, quickly releasing it when you realized it was a good price. As you were about to turn around and tell Youngji about it, your words stuck in your throat as you saw a familiar wolf hybrid

“Hey Y/N! Meet my friends, Namjoon and Hoseok!” Jihoon waved you down from the tool section of the store. You gulped down your nerves and walked to them.

“Hey there bun, we met on the metro right?” Namjoon greeted you with a dimpled smile and hand stretched out. “I’m Namjoon, The wolf you met.”

You took his hand with a shy smile and red cheeks. This certainly wasn’t how you were expecting to see the two of them again. “Y/N, if it isn’t obvious enough I’m a bunny” You laughed nervously.

You then looked at his friend next to him, He was near Namjoon’s height. A fox hybrid. He had sharp features, a perfect nose, high cheekbones, and a heart grin on his lips. He was just as handsome as the rest of the guys you’ve met these days. Seeing as you were looking at him, he introduced himself

“I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi!” He greeted with an excited grin plastered on his face. The moment he had your hand, he shook it aggressively with his tail wagging behind him. Honestly, if he wasn’t a fox, he’d be a dog hybrid with how energetic he is. You loved his energy though! He was like the best friend you never knew you needed. He was honestly adorable, another potential for a mate.

“Anyway, what brings you two here!” Jihoon exclaimed, puffing up her chest and pushing out more of her alcohol-smelling scent. You almost forgot Jihoon was an alpha, and that you forgot to stuff your nose and scent glands with scent blockers.

“Well Jihoon, we were out doing errands for a pack member.” Namjoon answered while Hobi was side-eyeing Jihoon, looking her up and down with distaste on his face and his tail swishing behind his back. It was honestly hilarious

“No wonder! I was about to ask why the great Namjoon was in the baking section when he’d burn a damn house down!”

“Oh fuck off Jihoon, you’d set a neighborhood on fire with your skills.” Namjoon retorted with a roll of his eyes, right before bursting out laughing with Hobi. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the antics of the three.

“Since Hobi and Y/N have the most skill out of us, you two can lead the group while me and Namjoon will just be behind the two of you” Jihoon suggested with a grin, quick to push the two of you to the front with a glint in her eye that you couldn’t understand. I mean, this was Jihoon, she was probably just gonna be weird with Namjoon.

You started walking with Hobi, keeping your eyes straight ahead and trying not to embarrass yourself in front of him. You did take a few quick glances at him and he looked so calm, with a lazy smile on his face to reflect his attitude at the moment. You didn’t notice that with your actions at the moment, you were unconsciously pushing out your scent without knowing.

“I like your scent, Y/N” Hobi softly smiled at you, looking back at him with red cheeks. “It makes me feel calm honestly”

“I’m guessing you like the smell of baked goods?” You giggled softly, taking a deep breath before offering him your wrist. He in return, was quite surprised at your action but welcomed it. Hobi didn’t grab your wrist, but instead just softly smelled your scent gland and smiled. He really is a gentleman. You were grateful that he was an alpha that was one of a kind, an alpha that was kind and treated omegas with respect. He pulled away and offered you a thankful heart grin.

“You can take my wrist if you’d like..”

“Oh no it’s alright, just your scent from here is enough. You were kind of pushing it out a bit..” He teased you and laughed, not a mocking laugh but an amused laugh. His laugh was contagious, it was like something that triggered a domino effect to anyone who heard it, you just happened to be one of those people.

“I mean, I’m not the one that likes my scent.” You laughed with him and smacked his arm lightly with a grin that mirrored his. You saw how his tail was wagging around excitedly and shaked with each one of his laughs.

As the two of you laughed, you didn’t notice how Jihoon and Namjoon were somewhat conversing seriously. Their tails still, their gazes were neutral and close to cold. Jihoon’s arms were behind her back while Namjoon’s were crossed.

“You’re interested in courting Y/N to be packmate?” Jihoon said cooly and glared at Namjoon, close to baring her teeth at him. Namjoon simply nodded at her, keeping his stance and showing he isn’t scared of her.

“I’ll have you know, Y/N is my packmember in the pack of my girlfriend and I. You’ll need to get our approval first before you’ll be able to court him. You and your pack better be ready to work for it.”

“We are. My pack and I have already talked about it and we are ready to prove that we are more than capable of taking care of whatever Y/N needs.”

“Then, we’ll be talking more about this later. When your pack is present and when my girlfriend is present. I’ll talk to Y/N if he’s interested.. And if he’s not..”

Jihoon was quick to move, grabbing Namjoon by his collar even if she was a few inches shorter, the two of them so close together. She made sure to push out more of her scent and to bare her teeth at him. Jihoon was going to show him who had the authority over you between the two of them. Jihoon was also smart enough to make sure the two of you were far enough away so they couldn’t smell the bitterness of her scent currently.

“You better fucking stay away, Namjoon.” Jihoon growled, before dropping his collar and walking away, back to their spot previously behind the two of you. “Good luck, dear pack alpha.” Jihoon mouthed at Namjoon before turning back to you guys and smiling at your interaction with Hobi. Jihoon could see the way you looked at Hobi, the same sparkle in your eye like when you had a boyfriend. Jihoon swore on her life that she will protect you no matter what and no matter what it takes.

“Well, I didn’t know it was already 7 in the afternoon.” You said while glaring at Jihoon, her chuckling nervously in return. “How the hell did we even stay here for 9 hours?!”

Hobi laughed while Namjoon just sighed. “Hobi and I can take you guys home with all the stuff you brought” He offered.

“Are you sure? I live kind of far from the mall.” You said dejectedly, truly you were grateful for the offer, but you were scared to burden the two alphas when you were sure you and Jihoon could find another way home. The alphas were quick to comfort you and pat you on the head, saying that it was more than alright for them to take the both of you home. Little did you know, they had started to smell the rain on your scent which in turn made them worried so they were quick to comfort you.

You watched as the two alphas haul all the stuff into the truck on Hobi’s car, which was a black Porsche Panamera GTS that has Jihoon absolutely awestruck while you were just making silly faces on your reflection that was on the car. The two alphas have succeeded in hauling all the stuff into the trunk, Namjoon’s strength helping well.

“I’m calling shotgun!” Jihoon said with a grin, before looking at Namjoon with an unreadable expression. It was as if Jihoon was testing him, but you didn’t read too much into the situation. Opting to just get into the car and wait for the rest to also go in.

The car ride was fairly quiet, Jihoon and Hobi occasionally making jokes and talking about how each of them have been, and Jihoon telling Hobi what your address is. You occasionally heard a mention of a ‘Jungkook’ or a ‘Yoongi’ but you were sure it was probably just a coincidence. A lot of people possibly had that name anyway. You decided to just admire the outside, seeing either dozens of trees or dozens of buildings.

The 4 of you had finally arrived at your apartment. The werewolf and fox quick to get out and bring all the stuff into the lobby and get ready to get on the elevator, you and Jihoon trying to help but the other two were adamant about letting the ladies do minimal work. Now you were in your apartment, organizing all the stuff while Jihoon kept Hobi and Namjoon entertained. You couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but with Jihoon’s chatty nature, you were sure she kept the two of them busy. Just as you finished putting the last piece of equipment into one of your cabinets, you rushed into the living room.

“I apologize if my apartment is a bit small and messy, I didn’t have time to clean it” You smiled apologetically at Hobi and Namjoon. “Jihoon also made a big mess.” Which was followed by a chorus of complaints from the ocelot and laughs from the fox and wolf.

“Don’t worry about it bun, Hobi and I are about to leave anyway.” Namjoon said dejectedly, wanting to stay a bit more in your apartment. Hobi looked just the same as his pack member. “Namjoon needs to continue doing his nerdy things and I need to rehearse for a dance competition.”

Your ears had perked up when you heard the word dance from Hobi’s mouth. He did look lean but flexible like a dancer. “Since the both of you are leaving, I’ll give you two my number so we can talk more and maybe hangout next time?” You smiled, hoping they’d accept and that the three of you would grow closer. Namjoon looked at Jihoon with a questioning glance, Jihoon responding with a nod. The two of them jumped up from the couch to copy your number and save it, after that they bid goodbye and left your apartment.

“They were really nice..” You whispered with a big grin, quick to drop onto the couch and giggle like a highschool girl with a crush.

“You like them?” Jihoon asked, looking up at her with a thinking face. You nodded.

“I don’t know if they like me though, or even if their pack would want me in.”

“Oh trust me ‘mega, they do like you.” She smiled while patting your head, careful not to brush your ears on accident. “They’re a 7 member pack, with only alphas.”

You looked at Jihoon, shocked, and confused on why it sounded somewhat familiar.

“Their pack is interested in courting you ‘mega… I trust Namjoon and Hobi enough to let them court you, but Yuna and I need to talk to their pack first. Is that alright?” Jihoon said softly, you looked up at her with the happiest grin and eyes that held a big sparkle.

You jumped up from your position and tackled Jihoon from her spot on the couch, hugging her and squealing about how thankful you were. Then you started getting emotional, tears prickling and about to burst while your lips were shaking.

“Do you think.. Do you think they’ll be better than him? Do you think I’ll finally try love again?” You whispered while hugging Jihoon tight. You could feel her rubbing your back and comforting you to the best of her abilities.

“I know they’ll be better than him ‘mega, he never deserved you.. He was nothing but garbage and you were just too deep in it.” Jihoon comforted you, one hand rubbing your back and the other scratching behind your ear.

“Would you like me to get Yuna to come here and we’ll have a big cuddling sesh while watching netflix?”

“Yes please..”

Right now, you were walking home in the rain from your classes. There were only three classes that lasted around an hour and 10 minutes. You had your headset on, playing some piano instrumentals. Your left hand was holding the umbrella while the right was hugging your shoulder tote close. The rain wasn’t too hard but it was safer to not drive in the weather. The path you were taking was a path that not a lot of people took, not that it was those sketchy alleys, but it was more because it was a residential area that was mostly full of old people.

As you walked, you noticed a man crouched and hunched over a box, he had an umbrella covering him and the box and he was seemingly trying to grab what was inside. That was until you heard it, you heard the whimpers of a bunny. The moment you heard it, you immediately sped-walk to the same box the man was huddled over, in fear and worry of what was wrong with the bunny.

The man saw you and was worried about what you were about to do, but when he got a glimpse of your rabbit ears, he knew it was better to let you do what you wanted.

“Oh god, is the bunny alright?”

“I’m not sure, I just saw it out here while walking to the convenience store.”

You started to feel the worry bubble up inside you and you didn’t notice you started lightly thumping your foot. The man looked at you and you looked back. He had plushy lips and slightly chubby cheeks. You could see his leopard ears and his tail curled up underneath him, seemingly trying to avoid the rain. His dark brown and curly hair were a pretty contrast to his brightly colored ears. You then got hit by his scent, it was a smell of toasty wood, indicating he is an alpha.

“I feel like it’d be better if you were the one to take the poor thing home, I don’t think it would like being surrounded by me and my pack. Plus, you are also a rabbit.”

You nodded in response, putting your umbrella in between your armpit and grabbing the box and hugging it to your chest. It had a singular bunny, it was a black bunny that reminded you of your nieces and nephews. The leopard introduced himself as Jin and asked for your number, so he could ask for updates on the bunny and help take care of it.

“It was nice meeting you Jin and I hope you make it home safely.”

You dictated your number before giving him a thankful smile and walking away, making sure to be cautious with the rabbit.

After 10 minutes of walking home with the bunny, you arrived home and rushed to get inside your house. Texting Jihoon about the situation and deciding it’d be better if the bunny stayed at theirs instead of your home. Your home was too much of a mess from the wild baking you and Jihoon had been doing from last night while Yuna was watching. Jihoon was quick to arrive at your house, pick up the bunny and give you a nod of good luck. You knew she had a soft spot for bunnies and rabbits alike because her mate and her best friend were both one.

As you sighed and leaned back into the couch, you could feel yourself growing more weak and weak, and it felt like you couldn’t function properly. You tried to get up to get a glass of water, until your vision started to develop black spots and you just dropped.

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Imagine Jin e Namjoon

S/N sempre foi o tipo de pessoa que mantinha a vida sob controle. Com uma rotina impecável entre faculdade e estágio, ele jamais imaginava que algo ou alguém fosse desviá-lo de seu caminho. Isso, claro, mudou completamente quando conheceu Kim Seokjin e Kim Namjoon.

A primeira vez que S/N viu Seokjin foi em um final de tarde, enquanto tentava se desconectar dos estudos tomando um café na pequena cafeteria da esquina. Jin trabalhava como barista e chamava a atenção de todos por seu rosto angelical e seu humor cativante.

— Um cappuccino especial para a pessoa mais bonita deste café. — Jin sorriu, colocando a bebida na mesa de S/N.

S/N, surpreso, olhou ao redor antes de perceber que o comentário era para ele. — Ah… Obrigado. Você é sempre assim tão direto?

— Apenas quando vejo algo que vale a pena. — Jin piscou, antes de voltar ao balcão.

Mal sabia S/N que, na mesa ao lado, Namjoon estava observando tudo com curiosidade. Cliente habitual e amante de livros, ele era o oposto de Jin: quieto, introspectivo e mais confortável com palavras escritas do que faladas. Contudo, naquela tarde, ele sentiu uma necessidade estranha de se aproximar.

Quando Jin voltou para o balcão, Namjoon olhou para S/N, gesticulando para o livro aberto à sua frente. — Se você precisa de companhia para o café, posso sugerir um bom livro. — Ele disse, com um sorriso educado.

S/N riu, achando engraçada a diferença de abordagem. — Obrigado. Parece que hoje é meu dia de sorte: café especial e recomendações literárias.

Nas semanas seguintes, S/N voltou à cafeteria várias vezes, e foi aí que as coisas começaram a sair do controle. Jin, sempre animado e carismático, fazia de tudo para agradá-lo. Ele decorava os pedidos de S/N, escrevia bilhetes engraçados no copo e até fazia piadas para arrancar risadas dele.

— Aqui está o seu café. Sabe por que ele está tão quente? Porque combina com você. — Jin disse, com um sorriso presunçoso.

S/N balançava a cabeça, mas não conseguia evitar o riso. — Um dia você vai ser demitido por flertar com os clientes, Jin.

— Se for por sua causa, vale a pena. — Ele respondeu, piscando.

Namjoon, por outro lado, era mais sutil, mas não menos empenhado. Ele começou a reservar o assento ao lado de S/N sempre que o via na cafeteria, aproveitando cada oportunidade para conversar.

— Precisa de ajuda com isso? — Ele perguntou uma vez, ao perceber S/N lutando para entender um texto filosófico. — Por favor, estou prestes a desistir. — S/N respondeu, aliviado.

Enquanto Namjoon explicava com paciência, S/N percebeu que havia algo encantador nele. Namjoon era inteligente e atencioso, e seus olhos brilhavam sempre que ele falava sobre algo que amava.

Eventualmente, a disputa entre os dois ficou tão evidente que S/N não sabia o que fazer. Jin e Namjoon não apenas tentavam conquistá-lo, mas também implicavam um com o outro de forma constante.

— Não sabia que a cafeteria tinha virado uma biblioteca. — Jin provocou, ao ver Namjoon lendo ao lado de S/N. — E eu não sabia que precisava de um show de stand-up para tomar café. — Namjoon retrucou, sem tirar os olhos do livro.

S/N, no meio da tensão, decidiu tentar desviar a atenção dos dois. Ele riu, tentando aliviar o clima. — Vocês dois são hilários. Sabe, se estão tão interessados em mim, por que não resolvem isso juntos? Podem me namorar ao mesmo tempo. —

Ele disse em tom de brincadeira, achando que aquilo encerraria a discussão. No entanto, Jin e Namjoon ficaram em silêncio, trocando um olhar.

— Isso… Pode funcionar. — Jin foi o primeiro a quebrar o silêncio. — Concordo. Não vejo problema, desde que você esteja de acordo, S/N. — Namjoon completou, ajustando os óculos.

S/N piscou, chocado. — Espera… Vocês estão falando sério?

— É claro que sim. — Jin respondeu, cruzando os braços. — Você é incrível, e Namjoon… Bom, ele é suportável.

Namjoon arqueou uma sobrancelha. — E você é um pouco exagerado, mas acho que podemos fazer isso funcionar.

S/N, sem acreditar, começou a rir. O que era para ser uma piada havia se tornado uma proposta séria, e antes que ele percebesse, o trio estava oficializando um relacionamento que ninguém poderia prever.

Os dias que se seguiram foram repletos de caos e risadas. Jin e Namjoon continuaram com suas personalidades contrastantes, mas encontraram um equilíbrio ao perceberem que compartilhavam algo em comum: o amor por S/N. E, apesar de nunca ter imaginado que sua vida se tornaria tão bagunçada, S/N descobriu que aquele caos era exatamente o que ele precisava para ser verdadeiramente feliz.

Naquela manhã, S/N foi despertado por um barulho alto vindo da cozinha, algo entre uma panela caindo e Jin soltando uma exclamação de frustração. Ele estava deitado confortavelmente na cama, ainda envolto pelos braços de Namjoon, que dormia tranquilamente com o rosto encostado em sua nuca. No entanto, o lado oposto da cama, onde Jin deveria estar, estava vazio.

S/N suspirou, sentindo falta do peso reconfortante de Jin ao seu lado. Ele sabia que, se havia confusão na cozinha, Jin estava no meio dela.

— Deixa ele com as loucuras dele… — Namjoon murmurou com a voz rouca de sono, apertando S/N mais contra si. — Ele sabe o que está fazendo… ou pelo menos acha que sabe.

S/N riu baixinho, achando adorável como Namjoon sempre tentava adiar as responsabilidades pela manhã. Ele virou a cabeça para olhar o namorado sonolento. — Não posso deixar um dos meus namorados morrer sem ajuda, Joon. Vai que ele está tentando fazer uma receita nova?

Namjoon apenas resmungou algo incompreensível, mas seu aperto afrouxou quando S/N se mexeu para sair da cama. Antes de se levantar completamente, S/N inclinou-se e deixou um beijo suave na bochecha de Namjoon, que suspirou e abriu um dos olhos, preguiçoso.

— Volta logo… Ou traz comida. — Ele murmurou, com um sorriso pequeno.

S/N riu de novo e começou a se afastar, mas parou para observar Namjoon se remexer na cama, agarrando o travesseiro que S/N usava e abraçando-o firmemente. Namjoon enfiou o rosto no tecido, inalando o cheiro de S/N como uma tentativa de se consolar pela perda do calor do namorado. A cena fez o coração de S/N derreter.

— Você é tão fofo quando está com sono, Joonie. — Ele sussurrou, antes de sair do quarto.

Caminhando em direção à cozinha, S/N já imaginava o caos que o aguardava. E, ao entrar, não ficou nem um pouco surpreso ao encontrar Jin segurando uma tigela que transbordava de massa de panqueca, com farinha espalhada pelo balcão e algo queimando em uma frigideira.

— Jin, o que você está fazendo? — S/N perguntou, cruzando os braços e tentando conter o riso ao ver o namorado em um avental rosa com o desenho de um coração.

— Ah, bom dia, meu amor! — Jin respondeu, sem o menor constrangimento. — Estou tentando fazer panquecas perfeitas para o café da manhã, mas essa frigideira claramente tem algo contra mim.

S/N balançou a cabeça, rindo. — Ou talvez seja você que está tentando demais. Quer ajuda antes que queime a casa?

Jin fez uma expressão indignada, mas seus olhos brilhavam de diversão. — Ajuda? Eu sou Kim Seokjin, o chef do grupo! Não preciso de ajuda.

— Claro, claro. Mas você precisa de mim para limpar essa bagunça e salvar seu café da manhã. — S/N respondeu, pegando um pano para começar a arrumar a cozinha enquanto Jin fazia uma careta, mas não recusava a companhia.

Enquanto Jin tentava – com empenho duvidoso – fazer panquecas, S/N estava ocupado limpando e organizando a bagunça monumental que o namorado havia deixado na cozinha. Entre uma panqueca queimada e outra finalmente comestível, Jin não perdia a chance de provocar.

— Ei, não é justo você só limpar enquanto eu trabalho duro aqui. — Jin disse, fingindo estar exausto enquanto segurava uma espátula.

S/N riu, dobrando um pano de prato. — Trabalho duro? Você mal fez duas panquecas decentes até agora.

Jin fingiu uma expressão ofendida e se aproximou. — Está me subestimando, amor? Isso merece uma punição. — Ele rapidamente pegou um punhado de farinha e passou no nariz de S/N, que soltou um grito surpreso.

— Jin! — S/N reclamou, mas não conseguiu conter o riso.

— O que foi? Só estou decorando meu docinho favorito. — Jin sorriu presunçoso antes de inclinar-se para roubar um beijo rápido, o que arrancou mais risadas de S/N.

Entre risadas e brincadeiras, Jin passou os braços ao redor da cintura de S/N, puxando-o para um abraço apertado. Antes que S/N pudesse protestar, Jin aproveitou para morder levemente o pescoço dele, fazendo o outro rir alto e se contorcer.

— Para, Jin, isso faz cócegas! — S/N implorou, tentando se soltar.

— Só se você admitir que sou o melhor namorado. — Jin respondeu, sua voz cheia de diversão.

— Tá bom, tá bom! Você é incrível. Agora me solta! — S/N disse, rindo enquanto tentava empurrar Jin para longe.

O momento cômico foi interrompido quando S/N notou algo sobre a bancada. Um dos livros de Namjoon, que provavelmente havia sido deixado ali na noite anterior, estava agora com manchas de massa de panqueca e um pouco de farinha grudada na capa.

— Jin… Por favor, me diz que isso não é o livro do Namjoon. — S/N apontou, seu tom subitamente preocupado.

Jin olhou para o livro, arregalando os olhos em um misto de surpresa e culpa. — Ah, é só um livro… Namjoon nem vai perceber, certo?

S/N deu um olhar sério para o namorado. — Você sabe que ele vai perceber. Ele percebe até quando eu coloco o marcador na página errada!

Jin coçou a nuca, tentando disfarçar. — Ok, talvez ele perceba… Mas é só uma manchinha! Nada que uma boa desculpa e meu charme não resolvam.

S/N suspirou, já imaginando a reação de Namjoon. — Você vai precisar de muito mais do que charme pra sair dessa.

Jin deu de ombros, tentando aliviar o clima. — Relaxa, Joonie me ama. E, se ele ficar bravo, eu digo que foi tudo sua culpa.

— O quê?! — S/N exclamou, incrédulo, enquanto Jin apenas ria e aproveitava para roubar mais um beijo, tentando escapar de qualquer bronca antecipada.

Como se invocado pela simples menção de seu precioso livro, Namjoon entrou na cozinha. Ele estava com os cabelos levemente bagunçados, vestindo uma camiseta larga e shorts confortáveis, ainda piscando lentamente enquanto acordava. O jeito sonolento e fofo fazia S/N e Jin trocarem um olhar cúmplice, sabendo que ele parecia um filhotinho adorável nesse estado.

No entanto, S/N reagiu rápido ao perceber que os olhos de Namjoon estavam começando a vagar pela cozinha – e inevitavelmente acabariam no livro sujo. Ele rapidamente deu um passo à frente, posicionando-se de forma estratégica para esconder o livro atrás de si, enquanto pegava um pano qualquer para fingir que estava limpando a bancada.

— Bom dia, Joonie! — Jin falou, sua voz soando um pouco mais alta e nervosa do que o normal. Ele acenou com a mão, tentando parecer casual, mas a maneira como gaguejou denunciava o leve pânico. — Dormiu bem?

Namjoon bocejou, ignorando o tom suspeito de Jin enquanto passava a mão pelos cabelos. — Dormi, sim… O que vocês estão fazendo? — Ele perguntou, com a voz baixa e rouca de sono, caminhando lentamente até o balcão.

S/N apertou o pano entre os dedos, tentando parecer natural, mas sentia o suor frio nas costas. — Estamos, hã, fazendo panquecas! — Ele disse rápido demais, tentando manter o sorriso. — Jin queria testar umas receitas novas.

— Uhum… — Namjoon murmurou, estreitando os olhos ligeiramente, ainda meio sonolento, mas começando a notar algo estranho no comportamento dos dois. — Por que parece que vocês estão escondendo alguma coisa?

Jin soltou uma risada forçada e deu um passo à frente, tentando atrair a atenção de Namjoon. — Escondendo? A gente? Claro que não! É só… É só a confusão da manhã, sabe como é. — Ele gesticulou com as mãos, o sorriso um pouco nervoso demais.

Namjoon arqueou uma sobrancelha, mas antes que pudesse dizer mais alguma coisa, S/N tentou mudar o foco rapidamente.

— Por que você não senta, Joonie? Eu vou pegar uma xícara de café pra você. — Ele sugeriu, movendo-se ligeiramente para bloquear ainda mais o campo de visão de Namjoon em relação ao livro.

— Hm… Tá bom. — Namjoon respondeu, ainda desconfiado, mas aceitando o café como um prêmio de consolação. Ele se sentou em uma das cadeiras, apoiando o queixo na mão enquanto observava os dois com um olhar meio curioso, meio preguiçoso.

Enquanto Jin começava a empilhar panquecas em um prato e S/N preparava o café, ambos trocaram olhares rápidos e desesperados.

S/N rapidamente terminou de preparar o café e se aproximou de Namjoon, colocando a xícara fumegante à sua frente com um sorriso doce.

— Aqui está, amor. Do jeitinho que você gosta, com um pouco de açúcar e nada de creme. — S/N falou com a voz mais carinhosa que conseguiu, tentando manter a atenção de Namjoon longe do livro sujo atrás dele.

Namjoon olhou para S/N com um sorriso sonolento, aceitando o café. — Obrigado, meu anjo. — Ele murmurou, levando a xícara aos lábios para um gole, sem perceber a troca de olhares cúmplices entre S/N e Jin.

Nesse momento, Jin se aproximou com um prato cheio de panquecas empilhadas. Ele as colocou na frente de Namjoon com uma expressão quase teatral.

— E aqui está o café da manhã feito especialmente para o nosso intelectual mais lindo. — Jin disse, inclinando-se levemente e piscando para Namjoon. — As melhores panquecas que você vai comer hoje.

Namjoon arqueou uma sobrancelha, ainda com o olhar desconfiado, mas era difícil não sorrir com toda a bajulação. — Hoje? Vocês estão dizendo que tem outro café da manhã planejado?

— Talvez… — Jin respondeu com um sorriso enigmático. Ele rapidamente cortou um pedaço de panqueca com um garfo e aproximou a comida da boca de Namjoon. — Mas, primeiro, prove essa e diga que é a melhor coisa que já comeu.

Namjoon riu, aceitando o pedaço. Enquanto isso, S/N aproveitou o momento de distração para pegar um pano de prato e discretamente tentar esconder o livro sujo atrás de si.

— Hm, está boa. — Namjoon admitiu após engolir o pedaço, olhando para Jin com um sorriso satisfeito. — Isso foi feito com amor?

— Todo o amor do mundo! — Jin declarou, inclinando-se para beijar a bochecha de Namjoon. — Porque você merece, meu querido.

Enquanto Jin mantinha Namjoon ocupado com mais panquecas e carinhos, S/N deu alguns passos cuidadosos para o lado, segurando o livro contra o corpo e tentando agir casualmente. Ele só precisava encontrar uma chance para sair da cozinha sem levantar suspeitas.

Jin, percebendo o movimento, rapidamente aumentou a intensidade da bajulação. Ele se inclinou ainda mais perto de Namjoon, apoiando o queixo no ombro do namorado. — Você já sabe que é o homem mais lindo desse planeta, certo?

Namjoon riu, claramente achando graça da situação, mas ainda com um pouco de desconfiança. — Por que todo esse exagero hoje? Vocês dois estão estranhamente atenciosos…

— Não é exagero. — Jin disse, cutucando levemente o braço de Namjoon. — É a verdade. A gente só quer que você saiba o quanto te amamos. Não é, S/N?

S/N, que estava a um passo de sair da cozinha com o livro escondido, respondeu rápido demais: — Claro! A gente te ama muito, Joonie. — Ele sorriu, suando frio, mas já se dirigindo para o corredor.

Namjoon estreitou os olhos, mas antes que pudesse questionar algo, Jin enfiou mais uma garfada de panqueca na boca dele.

— Vamos, coma mais. Você precisa de energia para o dia! — Jin insistiu, tentando soar casual enquanto olhava de soslaio para S/N, que finalmente desapareceu pela porta com o livro.

Quando Namjoon terminou de mastigar, ele olhou para Jin com uma expressão desconfiada, mas também divertida. — Você acha que eu não percebo quando vocês dois estão aprontando?

— Aprontando? — Jin perguntou, fingindo indignação enquanto cortava mais um pedaço de panqueca. — Nós? Nunca!

Namjoon riu baixo, mas decidiu deixar pra lá… Por enquanto. Afinal, ele sabia que, mais cedo ou mais tarde, a verdade sempre vinha à tona – especialmente com esses dois.

Enquanto o clima na cozinha se acalmava, os três se sentaram juntos à mesa, aproveitando o café da manhã. Jin ainda brincava ocasionalmente, tentando alimentar Namjoon diretamente com o garfo, enquanto S/N sorria e organizava mentalmente o resto do dia.

— Então, o que você tem pra hoje, S/N? — Namjoon perguntou, tomando outro gole de café.

— Meu turno na clínica começa às duas. Antes disso, vou dar uma ajeitada em algumas coisas em casa e ver se consigo adiantar a documentação de um novo resgate. — S/N respondeu, esticando os braços com uma expressão satisfeita.

— Ah, aquele gatinho que trouxeram ontem? — Jin perguntou, cortando mais um pedaço de panqueca.

— Esse mesmo. Ele é tão pequeno que cabe na palma da mão. Acho que foi abandonado logo depois de nascer. — S/N suspirou, parecendo preocupado. — Mas ele é um lutador. Já está começando a reagir bem ao tratamento.

Namjoon sorriu com orgulho. — Você tem mesmo um talento pra cuidar dos bichos. Eu não sei como consegue ser tão paciente.

S/N deu de ombros, rindo baixinho. — Acho que ajuda quando você ama o que faz.

— Falando em amar o que faz… — Jin disse, virando-se para Namjoon. — Você vai passar o dia todo em casa lendo, é isso?

— É o plano. — Namjoon respondeu com um leve sorriso. — Tenho alguns textos de filosofia pra terminar, e talvez dê uma olhada em umas coisas de biologia.

— Biologia? — S/N perguntou, arqueando uma sobrancelha.

— É, me deu vontade de revisar umas coisas sobre comportamento animal. — Namjoon respondeu casualmente. Ele piscou para S/N. — Talvez eu passe na clínica qualquer dia pra aprender mais com você.

— Duvido que você passe. — Jin provocou, rindo. — Toda vez que você diz isso, acaba enterrado nos seus livros e não sai mais de casa.

Namjoon deu de ombros com um sorriso travesso. — Isso não é verdade. Eu saio, sim… Às vezes.

Os três riram, aproveitando o momento leve. Jin, então, olhou para o relógio e suspirou. — Falando nisso, preciso me arrumar. Meu turno no café começa em uma hora, e eu prometi levar um bolo de chocolate que fiz ontem.

— Ah, é aquele bolo que você não me deixou experimentar? — Namjoon perguntou, fingindo ofensa.

— Exato. — Jin sorriu, orgulhoso. — É pros clientes, não pra você.

S/N riu da troca, enquanto terminava de comer sua última panqueca. — Então, Joonie, aproveita bem o seu dia de folga, ok? Nada de ficar estudando até doer as costas.

— Sim, senhor. — Namjoon respondeu com um sorriso divertido.

Enquanto S/N tentava se organizar para sair, Jin parecia decidido a transformar cada segundo antes de partir em uma demonstração pública de afeto. Ele o abraçava por trás enquanto S/N arrumava a mochila, beijava sua bochecha enquanto ele tentava ajeitar os papéis da clínica e, a cada cinco minutos, dizia algo como:

— Amor, só mais um beijinho antes de eu ir…

S/N ria, mas era impossível esconder que aquilo complicava sua rotina. — Jin, sério, você já está atrasado. Vai logo antes que seu chefe te encha o saco.

— O que é um atraso comparado a passar tempo com você? — Jin respondeu, com aquele sorriso que sabia ser irresistível, antes de apertar mais S/N em um abraço.

Como se não bastasse, Namjoon, que deveria estar aproveitando a folga, decidiu se juntar à bagunça. Sentado na beirada do sofá, ele olhava para S/N com olhos de cachorrinho carente. — Você vai mesmo nos deixar sozinhos o dia todo? — perguntou, com uma voz mansa que fez S/N suspirar profundamente.

— Vocês dois são impossíveis. — S/N murmurou, tentando não rir.

— A gente só sente sua falta, é crime? — Jin disse, fingindo estar ofendido. Ele aproveitou para roubar mais um beijo rápido nos lábios de S/N, antes que ele pudesse escapar.

Namjoon, não querendo ficar para trás, se aproximou e o puxou para um abraço apertado. — O que o Jin disse. Não é crime, certo?

S/N balançou a cabeça, rindo. — Vocês me mimam demais, é isso.

A despedida, que deveria durar alguns minutos, se estendeu por quase meia hora. Jin ainda segurava S/N pela cintura, enquanto Namjoon fazia carinho no cabelo dele.

— Tá bom, chega! — S/N finalmente disse, com uma mistura de risos e desespero. — Eu amo vocês, mas se continuarem assim, vou me atrasar, e isso não é negociável.

Jin suspirou dramaticamente, mas finalmente o soltou. — Ok, ok, mas só porque você pediu com jeitinho.

Namjoon ainda não parecia convencido, mas cedeu depois de um último beijo na testa de S/N. — Boa sorte hoje, tá? E não esquece de mandar mensagem se precisar de alguma coisa.

— Pode deixar. — S/N respondeu, já saindo apressado pela porta.

Enquanto ele desaparecia no corredor, Jin e Namjoon ficaram parados na entrada, olhando um para o outro.

— Ele ainda não percebeu que a gente faz isso de propósito pra ele nunca se esquecer de como é amado, né? — Jin comentou, com um sorriso travesso.

— Nem desconfia. — Namjoon respondeu, rindo.

O dia seguiu como de costume, com cada um dos três mergulhado em suas responsabilidades, mas sem nunca deixar de pensar nos outros dois.

Na clínica veterinária, S/N estava ocupado com consultas, exames e rotinas de cuidado dos animais. Entre um atendimento e outro, ele checava o celular. Sempre havia mensagens de Jin ou Namjoon aparecendo para roubar um sorriso:

Namjoon: "Já comeu algo? Se não, posso pedir algo pra entregar aí." Jin: "Espero que aquele gatinho esteja melhor! Não esquece de comer e beber água, viu? ❤️"

Ele respondia rapidamente: S/N: "Eu comi sim, seus preocupados! Vou trazer novidades sobre o gatinho à noite 😉."

Enquanto isso, no café, Jin trabalhava no turno da manhã, entregando cafés e doces aos clientes com sua simpatia característica. Mesmo no meio da correria, ele encontrava tempo para mandar mensagens carinhosas:

Jin: "Uma cliente disse que eu tenho o sorriso mais bonito que ela já viu. Será que conto pra ela que estou num trisal com dois dos caras mais lindos que existem? 😏"

Namjoon, que estava em casa, riu ao ler a mensagem enquanto lia um artigo de filosofia. Ele respondeu: Namjoon: "Melhor não. Vamos evitar mais corações partidos no mundo por enquanto 😂."

Mesmo em casa, Namjoon não estava parado. Ele revisava textos, fazia anotações e organizava sua semana de estudos. Mas sempre que se distraía, acabava pensando em S/N e Jin. Em um momento, ele tirou uma foto do livro de biologia que estava lendo e mandou no grupo:

Namjoon: "Sabia que os gatos dormem cerca de 70% da vida? Olha o que S/N e Jin poderiam aprender com eles!"

S/N: "Diz isso depois que você passar a noite inteira revisando um texto de filosofia, senhor 'não sei o que é dormir'. 😂"

Jin: "Ei! Eu durmo muito bem. Só que às vezes prefiro te acordar pra te dar carinho. 🤭"

As mensagens iam e vinham ao longo do dia, criando uma ponte que os mantinha conectados, mesmo separados fisicamente. Apesar de estarem ocupados, o cuidado e o carinho entre os três eram constantes, provando que, independentemente da distância ou da correria do dia, eles sempre faziam questão de se lembrar do quanto se amavam.

Quando o dia finalmente chegou ao fim, S/N estava exausto, mas satisfeito por ter dado o seu melhor. Ele se despediu dos colegas de trabalho com um sorriso cansado e saiu pela porta da clínica, apenas para ser recebido pela visão de Jin encostado em um poste, balançando levemente o corpo enquanto mexia no celular.

Assim que o viu, Jin abriu um sorriso radiante e guardou o celular no bolso, indo ao encontro de S/N com os braços abertos. — Amor! Achei que nunca ia te ver sair daquela clínica. — Ele exagerou, como sempre, fazendo drama.

S/N riu, mas o carinho nos olhos deixava claro o quanto ele gostava daquilo. — Jin, você é impossível. Eu já te disse que sei voltar pra casa sozinho.

— Claro que sabe, mas eu não vou deixar. — Jin respondeu, passando o braço pelos ombros de S/N enquanto começavam a caminhar. — E se algum maníaco resolvesse dar em cima do meu namorado perfeito? Não posso arriscar.

— E você acha que eu não saberia me defender? — S/N retrucou, arqueando uma sobrancelha.

— Ah, sei que sabe. — Jin disse, puxando-o mais para perto. — Mas aí quem ia ter que me consolar seria o maníaco, porque eu ia chorar de ciúmes.

S/N gargalhou, jogando a cabeça para trás. — Você é tão exagerado.

Jin sorriu satisfeito por conseguir arrancar o riso que ele adorava tanto. Durante o trajeto de volta para casa, ele se mostrava especialmente carente. A cada dois minutos, puxava S/N para um abraço rápido ou segurava sua mão, entrelaçando os dedos. Ele falava sobre como o dia dele tinha sido movimentado no café, mas sempre retornava ao tema principal: o quanto sentia falta de S/N quando não estava por perto.

— Sabe, trabalhar sem você por perto é um sacrifício. — Jin confessou, fazendo beicinho.

— Jin, você fica assim até quando só vai no mercado sozinho. — S/N brincou, apertando suavemente a mão dele.

— Exatamente! Como você espera que eu funcione sem você por perto? — Jin respondeu dramaticamente, fazendo S/N rir mais uma vez.

Quando chegaram em casa, Jin já tinha o plano claro na cabeça: mimar S/N pelo resto da noite. — Agora vai tomar um banho relaxante que eu e Namjoon cuidamos do jantar. Não aceito não como resposta.

— Tudo bem, senhor protetor. — S/N respondeu, rindo, antes de lhe dar um beijo na bochecha e entrar no apartamento.

Enquanto S/N tomava seu banho quente e relaxante, Jin e Namjoon estavam na cozinha, com uma energia completamente diferente da calmaria do banho. A cozinha estava repleta de ingredientes espalhados por toda parte, e o som da panela borbulhando ao fogo acompanhava as risadas e pequenas provocações entre os dois.

— Eu falei que deveria ter adicionado mais tempero, Namjoon! — Jin resmungou, já mexendo a panela de forma exagerada, com o típico sorriso travesso nos lábios. — Você não escuta minhas ideias, né?

Namjoon, que estava cortando os legumes com precisão, revirou os olhos, mas sem perder o foco. — Jin, eu já te disse que tempero demais estraga tudo. — Ele retrucou calmamente, mas Jin não estava satisfeito com isso.

— Ah, claro, o mestre da culinária, né? — Jin se aproximou, sussurrando no ouvido de Namjoon enquanto tentava roubar um beijo no pescoço dele. — Eu sabia que você gostava de me ver sempre pedindo sua ajuda, mas não sabia que seria tão formal no assunto.

Namjoon se afastou, rindo. — Ei, não faça isso enquanto estamos cozinhando. Você vai acabar queimando tudo. — Ele tentou se concentrar de novo no prato, mas a provocação de Jin o deixou distraído por um segundo.

Jin, não querendo perder a chance, passou a mão no cabelo de Namjoon e o puxou para um beijo rápido. — Vai, fica com raiva de mim. Só assim eu posso te fazer esquecer as instruções de culinária.

— Você acha que eu sou fácil? — Namjoon perguntou, um sorriso malicioso se formando. — Não vai me dominar assim tão fácil, Jin.

Jin apenas sorriu e, com um olhar provocante, começou a mexer mais intensamente a panela, como se estivesse ignorando a brincadeira. Mas não demorou muito para que ele pegasse um pouco de molho na colher e o passasse disfarçadamente na bochecha de Namjoon.

— Você é insuportável. — Namjoon deu um sorrisinho enquanto passava o dedo na bochecha, provando o molho com um olhar desafiador. — O que será que S/N vai achar disso, hein?

— Não sei. Talvez ele goste de ver a gente brigando por causa da comida. — Jin provocou, mais uma vez se aproximando para morder a orelha de Namjoon, que riu.

— Ei, cuidado com a comida! — Namjoon avisou, rindo, mas já deixando o clima descontraído entre eles. A tensão que havia entre provocações e risos indicava como ambos se divertiam com essa dinâmica.

O aroma da comida começou a se espalhar pela casa enquanto as brincadeiras e provocações continuavam, com cada um tentando ganhar a vantagem em piadinhas e olhares atrevidos. Jin já estava no limite de seus impulsos, tentando fazer com que Namjoon risse mais e se esquecesse de qualquer coisa séria.

Quando S/N finalmente saiu do banho, sentindo o cheiro delicioso vindo da cozinha, ele deu um sorriso ao ver a cena. — Eu vejo que vocês dois estão mais para brigando e se provocando do que realmente cozinhando, né?

— Claro que estamos! — Jin respondeu rápido, com os olhos brilhando. — Mas você ainda vai ter que me agradecer pela comida depois!

Namjoon riu, e os três logo se reuniram à mesa, com o jantar ainda quente e saboroso.

Depois de terminarem o jantar e arrumarem a cozinha, os três foram para a sala decidir o filme da noite. Claro, isso não foi uma tarefa fácil, pois Jin e Namjoon tinham opiniões muito diferentes.

— Vamos assistir aquela comédia romântica que eu falei ontem! — Jin sugeriu, já pegando o controle da TV com um sorriso triunfante.

— Nem pensar. — Namjoon retrucou, cruzando os braços. — Hoje é dia de um documentário interessante. Tem um sobre o universo que parece incrível.

— Documentário? Você quer dormir no meio do filme? — Jin rebateu, revirando os olhos dramaticamente.

S/N, sentado no meio do sofá, observava a discussão com um sorriso cansado, mas divertido. Ele sabia que isso podia durar horas se não interviesse. — Certo, chega. — S/N se pronunciou, erguendo as mãos. — Vamos escolher algo neutro, tipo uma aventura ou ação, pra agradar os dois.

Jin e Namjoon se olharam por alguns segundos antes de concordarem com um aceno relutante. — Tá bom. Mas só porque você pediu, S/N. — Jin disse, entregando o controle a Namjoon.

Depois de finalmente escolherem o filme, a próxima discussão foi sobre onde cada um ficaria no sofá.

— Ok, agora a pergunta mais importante da noite: no colo de quem você vai sentar, S/N? — Jin perguntou, já esticando os braços em direção a S/N com um sorriso travesso.

— Óbvio que no meu! — Namjoon retrucou, puxando S/N pelo braço de leve. — Eu mereço, fui o que mais trabalhou hoje, estudando o dia todo.

Jin colocou as mãos na cintura, fingindo estar ofendido. — Trabalhou mais que eu? Eu fiquei o dia todo em pé no café, lidando com gente difícil e ainda tive que salvar o dia na cozinha agora há pouco!

S/N, que já estava acostumado com as disputas entre os dois, revirou os olhos com um sorriso divertido. — Vocês dois em… — Ele cruzou os braços, assumindo uma expressão falsa de indignação. — Pra evitar briga, eu vou sentar no meio dos dois. Assim ninguém reclama.

— Hum… esperto demais. — Namjoon comentou, rindo, enquanto Jin bufava em falsa frustração.

— Tá bom, mas eu fico com a maior parte do espaço no sofá. — Jin disse, já ajeitando os cobertores ao redor deles.

Logo estavam todos acomodados, S/N no meio, com Namjoon de um lado e Jin do outro. Eles colocaram o filme. Porém, mal o filme tinha começado e os dois já estavam em ação. Jin apoiou a cabeça no ombro de S/N, puxando-o para mais perto e passando os braços ao redor da cintura dele.

— Você é tão quentinho… não tem como não te agarrar. — Jin murmurou com um sorriso satisfeito.

— Ei, calma aí. Ele é meu também. — Namjoon protestou, puxando S/N para perto de si, entrelaçando os dedos com os dele e deixando um beijo na mão. — Não vai monopolizar ele assim, Jin.

S/N deu uma risadinha. — Vocês dois são tão carentes… é só eu ficar quieto que vocês já querem me disputar.

— Quem disse que estamos disputando? — Jin rebateu, apertando ainda mais o abraço. — Isso é só carinho, e você adora.

Namjoon se inclinou e deu um beijo suave na bochecha de S/N, sussurrando com uma voz suave: — Pelo menos ele sabe que eu sou o preferido.

— Preferido?! — Jin se levantou parcialmente, encarando Namjoon com uma expressão de choque teatral. — Ah, isso não vai ficar assim.

Antes que uma discussão amigável começasse de verdade, S/N segurou o rosto dos dois, dando um beijo rápido em cada um. — Pronto, resolvido. Agora podemos assistir o filme em paz?

Enquanto o filme continuava esquecido ao fundo, Jin e Namjoon trocaram olhares cúmplices, ambos com a mesma ideia em mente: fazer S/N admitir quem era o preferido.

— Não dá mais para fugir dessa, amor. — Jin começou, com um sorriso travesso. Ele se aproximou, correndo os dedos pelos lados da cintura de S/N, que estava distraído. — Você vai ter que dizer.

— Concordo. — Namjoon afirmou, segurando o outro lado de S/N, já começando a apertá-lo levemente para provocar cócegas.

— Ei, parem com isso! — S/N exclamou, rindo e tentando se afastar, mas foi inútil. Jin e Namjoon começaram a atacar com cócegas sem piedade.

S/N se contorcia no sofá, rindo incontrolavelmente. — Tá bom! Tá bom! Eu desisto! — Ele gritou entre gargalhadas, com lágrimas nos olhos.

— Então? Quem é o preferido? — Jin perguntou, parando por um momento, mas mantendo a expressão esperançosa.

S/N tentou recuperar o fôlego. — Eu… eu amo vocês dois igual! Não dá pra escolher!

— Boa tentativa, mas não cola. — Namjoon provocou, rindo. No calor da brincadeira, ele se inclinou mais para cima de S/N, até que, sem perceber, acabou literalmente o prendendo sob seu corpo.

Namjoon ficou um instante imóvel, apenas olhando para S/N. Seus olhos percorreram o rosto bonito do namorado, os lábios entreabertos, o cabelo bagunçado pela confusão. Para Namjoon, não existia pessoa mais perfeita que S/N — e Jin também, claro. Aquele momento de proximidade fez algo acender dentro dele, um desejo tão grande que parecia impossível de segurar.

Antes que pudesse racionalizar, Namjoon se inclinou e capturou os lábios de S/N em um beijo intenso, cheio de desejo. S/N ficou surpreso no começo, mas rapidamente se entregou, os braços envolvendo o pescoço de Namjoon enquanto correspondia ao beijo, sentindo o calor daquele momento crescer em cada segundo.

Jin, que estava sentado ao lado, observava tudo com atenção. Ele conhecia bem Namjoon e sabia o quanto ele poderia ser incrivelmente sexy quando assumia o controle. Jin mordeu levemente o lábio, sentindo o corpo aquecer à medida que via a cena diante dele.

— Vocês dois… — Jin murmurou, sua voz rouca, quase como um suspiro, enquanto seus dedos tocavam distraidamente o braço de S/N.

Namjoon se afastou apenas o suficiente para encarar S/N nos olhos, seu sorriso carregado de carinho e algo mais profundo. — Eu amo você tanto… Vocês dois, na verdade. Não dá pra explicar o quanto.

Jin, sem conseguir resistir ao clima que Namjoon criava, se inclinou e deixou um beijo suave no pescoço de S/N, sussurrando próximo ao ouvido dele: — Não precisa explicar… Nós sabemos.

O pobre S/N, preso entre os dois, sentia o coração acelerar enquanto o calor do momento aumentava. Ele estava completamente à mercê do amor e do desejo que Jin e Namjoon compartilhavam com ele.

Namjoon, tomado pelo desejo, segura S/N pela cintura com firmeza e o puxa para o colo, posicionando-o de frente para ele. Seus lábios encontram os de S/N novamente em um beijo profundo e cheio de paixão, enquanto suas mãos exploram a cintura delicada, apertando-a suavemente. Cada toque arrancava suspiros e arfadas de S/N, sons que pareciam incendiar ainda mais os dois namorados.

Namjoon, visivelmente excitado, podia sentir seu corpo reagir aos pequenos gemidos de S/N. Jin, observando a cena, já estava completamente tomado pelo desejo. Ele se posicionou atrás de S/N, inclinando-se para beijar o pescoço dele, deixando marcas suaves enquanto murmurava provocações contra a pele sensível.

— Você gosta disso, não é? — Jin sussurrou, sua voz rouca e cheia de malícia. Ele deslizou as mãos habilidosas pela lateral do corpo de S/N, puxando sua blusa para cima lentamente. — Não tem como resistir a nós dois…

S/N, com os olhos semicerrados, sentia o corpo aquecer ainda mais a cada toque e palavra. Jin finalmente tirou a blusa de S/N, expondo sua pele, que rapidamente foi coberta por beijos e carícias de Jin. Enquanto isso, Namjoon continuava segurando a cintura de S/N com firmeza, movendo-o levemente sobre seu colo, intensificando a tensão entre os três.

— Vocês dois vão me matar… — S/N murmurou, ofegante, enquanto tentava recuperar o fôlego entre os beijos e toques que recebia de ambos os lados.

Namjoon sorriu contra os lábios de S/N, deslizando as mãos pelas costas dele. — Vamos te mimar até você esquecer de qualquer coisa que não seja a gente.

Jin riu baixo, mordendo levemente a orelha de S/N enquanto suas mãos exploravam o abdômen do mais novo. — Ele fala bonito, mas a verdade é que a gente só não consegue tirar as mãos de você.

S/N mal teve tempo de reagir quando Namjoon, com a voz rouca e os olhos escurecidos pelo desejo, pediu quase suplicando:

— Por favor, S/N… me chupa…

Namjoon olhou para Jin, incentivando-o com um leve sorriso. — E você, hyung, acho que sabe o que fazer, não é? Deixa ele pronto pra gente.

Jin, com um brilho travesso nos olhos, deu um sorriso de canto. — Como se eu precisasse de um convite, Joonie.

S/N, tomado pelo calor e pela intensidade do momento, desceu do colo de Namjoon, ajoelhando-se entre as pernas dele. Com os dedos trêmulos de antecipação, desabotoou a calça de Namjoon e a puxou para baixo junto com a cueca, liberando o membro pulsante à sua frente. S/N lambeu os lábios, sentindo o corpo esquentar ainda mais. Ele segurou o membro com uma mão, começando a lamber devagar a ponta antes de abocanhá-lo, arrancando um gemido grave de Namjoon.

— Isso… assim, S/N… tão bom… — Namjoon arfava, jogando a cabeça para trás enquanto os dedos deslizavam pelos fios de cabelo de S/N, incentivando os movimentos dele.

Enquanto isso, Jin se ajoelhou atrás de S/N, segurando firme sua cintura e ajustando-o para que sua bunda ficasse bem alta, oferecendo a visão perfeita para ele. Jin deslizou as mãos pelas coxas de S/N, descendo as calças do mais novo lentamente, expondo sua entrada.

— Você fica tão bonito assim, S/N… tão perfeito pra gente… — Jin murmurou, inclinando-se para começar seu trabalho.

Sem hesitar, Jin passou a língua pela entrada sensível de S/N, provocando-o com movimentos circulares e lambidas longas. Ele segurava as coxas de S/N com firmeza, impedindo qualquer movimento, enquanto sua língua explorava cada centímetro com habilidade.

S/N, dividido entre o prazer que sentia na frente e atrás, soltou gemidos abafados ao redor do membro de Namjoon, o que arrancava novos sons roucos do namorado mais velho. Jin, percebendo a resposta de S/N, intensificou os movimentos, alternando entre lambidas e leves sucções enquanto murmurava elogios contra a pele sensível.

— Fica bem molhadinho pra gente, S/N… você merece ser mimado assim.

Namjoon, ofegante, abriu os olhos para observar a cena e não pôde evitar sorrir satisfeito. — Ele é tão perfeito, não é, hyung? — Namjoon disse entre suspiros. — Não consigo imaginar como conseguimos viver sem ele antes.

Jin sorriu contra a pele de S/N, dando uma última lambida antes de murmurar: — Agora ele é nosso… e nós nunca vamos deixar ele ir.

Enquanto S/N sugava o membro de Namjoon com uma habilidade que fazia o mais velho gemer alto e rouco, a sala parecia ser tomada por uma energia pulsante. Namjoon não conseguia conter os gemidos que escapavam, a visão de S/N de joelhos, sua boca molhada e os sons obscenos o levando à beira da loucura.

— Droga, S/N… Você é tão bom nisso… — Namjoon murmurou, os dedos se entrelaçando ainda mais firmemente nos cabelos de S/N, guiando seus movimentos.

Atrás de S/N, Jin continuava seu trabalho com uma precisão quase artística. Ele lambia a entrada sensível do mais novo de forma metódica, alternando entre movimentos lentos e lambidas rápidas que faziam o corpo de S/N tremer involuntariamente.

— Tão doce… Tão perfeito… — Jin sussurrou contra a pele de S/N, sua língua deslizando sem parar.

Quando Jin julgou que a entrada de S/N estava suficientemente molhada, ele ergueu um pouco mais os quadris dele, separando as nádegas suavemente. Ele trouxe seus dedos para o centro da atenção, deslizando um deles pela entrada escorregadia antes de pressionar delicadamente.

S/N arqueou as costas, gemendo em volta do membro de Namjoon ao sentir o dedo de Jin invadi-lo lentamente. A sensação o fazia estremecer, mas não o suficiente para fazê-lo parar de chupar Namjoon com ainda mais empenho.

— Isso… fica bem aberto pra mim, S/N… Quero te deixar pronto para o que vem depois — Jin murmurou, enquanto movia o dedo com delicadeza, esticando a entrada do namorado.

Namjoon observava a cena com olhos semicerrados, o prazer nublando sua mente. Ele mordeu o lábio, sentindo o calor subir ainda mais ao ouvir o som molhado vindo de Jin e os gemidos abafados de S/N.

— Hyung… você está sendo tão bom com ele… — Namjoon disse entre arfadas.

Jin, sem perder o ritmo, introduziu um segundo dedo, começando a trabalhar a entrada de S/N com movimentos precisos e habilidosos. Ele sorria de forma travessa, claramente aproveitando o efeito que causava nos dois.

— Claro que sim. Nosso S/N merece o melhor… E eu sempre faço questão de mimá-lo.

Jin, com sua habilidade experiente, mantinha seus dedos trabalhando habilmente na entrada de S/N, alargando-o com cuidado e precisão. Cada movimento parecia calculado para arrancar os sons mais doces e necessitados de seus lábios.

S/N, mesmo concentrado em chupar Namjoon, não conseguia segurar os gemidos que escapavam entre cada movimento de sua boca. Ele arfava contra o membro de Namjoon, enviando vibrações deliciosas que faziam o mais velho jogar a cabeça para trás e gemer alto.

— Ah… S/N, isso… engole tudo… Não para… — Namjoon ofegou, as mãos apertando os lençóis no sofá com força, tentando não perder o controle.

Jin, por outro lado, estava encantado com a visão de S/N tão entregue. Ele adicionou mais um dedo, deslizando-os com habilidade enquanto o preparava, mexendo e esticando a entrada de forma a fazê-lo gemer ainda mais alto.

— Que som bonito… Você fica tão sensível assim, não é, amor? — Jin provocou, curvando os dedos dentro de S/N para encontrar aquele ponto especial que o fazia ver estrelas.

S/N quase perdeu o ritmo ao redor de Namjoon, um gemido choroso escapando de seus lábios. Ele tremeu, o corpo respondendo automaticamente ao estímulo de Jin, que apenas sorriu satisfeito, sabendo exatamente o que estava fazendo.

— Isso… bem molhadinho, bebê. — Jin murmurou, movendo os dedos com mais intensidade, arrancando gemidos ainda mais desesperados de S/N.

Namjoon olhou para baixo, seus olhos escurecendo ainda mais ao ver a expressão de puro prazer no rosto de S/N, os gemidos abafados pelo membro que ele ainda sugava com dedicação.

— Hyung… acho que ele já está pronto. Não queremos fazer ele esperar demais, não é? — Namjoon murmurou, a voz rouca de desejo.

Jin riu suavemente, retirando os dedos devagar, o que fez S/N gemer em frustração. Ele deu um tapinha leve na bunda de S/N, ainda sorrindo travesso.

— Sim, Joonie, vou colocar…

Jin segurava firmemente a cintura de S/N enquanto alinhava seu membro à entrada já preparada e escorregadia. Ele empurrava lentamente, sentindo a resistência quente e apertada de S/N o envolver.

— Ah, S/N… Você sempre fica tão bem assim, levando meu pau… como se tivesse sido feito pra isso… — Jin sussurrou, a voz carregada de desejo e admiração, seus olhos fixos na visão de seu membro desaparecendo dentro daquelas curvas deliciosas.

S/N se arqueou em resposta, suas mãos tremendo enquanto se apoiava nas coxas de Namjoon. Ele gemia baixinho, os sons sendo abafados pelo calor crescente em seu corpo. Namjoon assistia tudo com olhos escuros de desejo, suas mãos deslizando pelos cabelos de S/N.

Sentindo o calor e o aperto de S/N, Jin começou a mover-se devagar, cada impulso arrancando suspiros mais altos do garoto. Ele segurava os quadris de S/N com firmeza, inclinando-se para beijar as costas dele enquanto se deliciava com a visão de cada movimento.

Namjoon, por sua vez, sentiu S/N morder de leve sua coxa, o que o fez soltar um gemido surpreso. Ele olhou para baixo e não conseguiu conter um sorriso travesso ao ver os olhos de S/N cheios de necessidade.

— Parece que você está bem ocupado, mas não quer esquecer de mim, não é? — Namjoon provocou, segurando a base de seu membro com firmeza.

Ele começou a bater levemente com o membro na bochecha de S/N, esfregando toda a extensão pelo rosto dele, deixando uma trilha úmida e obscena.

S/N virou a cabeça levemente, lambendo a ponta do membro de Namjoon com um olhar lascivo antes de abocanhá-lo novamente, sugando com dedicação. Ao mesmo tempo, Jin intensificava os movimentos, segurando S/N pelos quadris e guiando-o em uma dança de prazer que deixava o ambiente quente e cheio de suspiros e gemidos.

— Vocês dois… são minha perdição — Jin arfou, aumentando o ritmo e sentindo seu corpo esquentar ainda mais com os sons e reações deliciosas de S/N e Namjoon.

Jin segurava a cintura de S/N com mais firmeza, empurrando-se fundo dentro dele sem pausa, como se quisesse marcar cada centímetro do garoto para si.

— Olha pra ele Joon, porra… Eu amo tanto vocês… — Jin murmurava entre gemidos, sua voz grave e cheia de desejo, enquanto observava S/N inclinar a cabeça e continuar chupando Namjoon com dedicação.

Namjoon, por sua vez, estava completamente perdido na sensação da boca quente e úmida de S/N. Ele deslizou as mãos pelos cabelos do garoto, segurando-o no lugar enquanto S/N acomodava todo o comprimento dele na boca, os gemidos baixos escapando dos lábios de Namjoon conforme sentia cada movimento da língua de S/N.

— Isso mesmo, bom garoto… você está indo tão bem… — Namjoon elogiava, a voz arrastada e rouca, suas coxas tremendo levemente com o prazer.

Jin ajustou seus movimentos dentro de S/N, acertando a próstata dele com precisão a cada estocada. O garoto, já completamente sensível, deixou seu corpo se arquear ainda mais, gemidos desesperados escapando entre um suspiro e outro enquanto o prazer crescia, seus olhos brilhando de lágrimas de prazer enquanto era completamente consumido pelos dois.

S/N arfou alto quando Jin finalmente atingiu seu limite, suas últimas estocadas rápidas e precisas o fizeram gemer descontroladamente. Jin segurou sua cintura com força, empurrando-se fundo uma última vez enquanto seu calor preenchia S/N, arrancando gemidos longos e intensos do garoto.

Quando Jin se retirou, S/N caiu sobre o peito de Namjoon, respirando pesado e trêmulo, o corpo sensível e os olhos ainda marejados de prazer. Mas Namjoon não estava disposto a dar uma pausa para ele. Ele segurou S/N pelo quadril e o posicionou sobre seu colo.

— Amor, senta pra mim. Deixa eu cuidar de você agora… — Namjoon murmurou com a voz rouca, seus dedos firmes guiando S/N.

S/N protestou baixinho, o corpo ainda sensível e latejando após Jin.

— Namjoon, eu… não sei se aguento… — Ele choramingou, mas os olhos de Namjoon estavam cheios de desejo e carinho, como se prometessem que ele cuidaria de tudo.

— Você consegue, meu bom garoto. Me deixa orgulhoso, S/N. — Namjoon incentivou, segurando a base de seu próprio membro e guiando S/N lentamente.

S/N apertou os lábios, seu corpo estremecendo enquanto o comprimento de Namjoon deslizava para dentro dele, esticando-o ainda mais. Ele arqueou as costas e mordeu os lábios para abafar um gemido, seus olhos revirando quando Namjoon finalmente o preencheu por completo.

— Meu Deus, você é tão… apertado… porra… — Namjoon suspirou, segurando os quadris de S/N para ajudar nos movimentos enquanto o garoto se ajustava.

Jin, observando a cena, não resistiu e se aproximou. Ele segurou o rosto de Namjoon e o puxou para um beijo profundo, suas mãos passeando pelo peito e barriga de S/N. Jin desceu lentamente até os mamilos sensíveis de S/N, rolando-os entre os dedos e arrancando gemidos altos dele.

Namjoon começou a mover seus quadris contra S/N, guiando os movimentos dele enquanto sua outra mão deslizava para o membro de S/N, começando a acariciá-lo com firmeza.

S/N gemeu baixinho, seu corpo tremendo e sua respiração ofegante enquanto alcançava o ápice, seu prazer explodindo de maneira quase avassaladora. Ele sentiu seu próprio calor derramar-se entre seu corpo e a barriga de Namjoon, sujando as mãos dele no processo. Um gemido arrastado escapou de seus lábios, seus olhos semicerrados enquanto sua cabeça caía para trás, completamente rendido.

Namjoon, sentindo o aperto intenso ao redor de si, também não conseguiu resistir. Ele segurou os quadris de S/N com firmeza, enterrando-se fundo uma última vez enquanto liberava tudo dentro dele, sua respiração entrecortada por gemidos baixos e roucos. Ele apertou S/N contra si, seus corpos tremendo juntos enquanto sentia sua essência se misturar com a de Jin.

Jin, observando os dois, sorriu com carinho e satisfação. Ele estava sentado ao lado deles, seu olhar percorrendo os dois com um misto de orgulho e amor. — Vocês dois são perfeitos… — murmurou, sua voz suave enquanto acariciava os cabelos bagunçados de S/N e traçava círculos preguiçosos na pele de Namjoon.

Depois de algum tempo, os três se ajudaram a se limpar rapidamente, trocando risadas suaves e toques gentis. Quando finalmente estavam prontos, eles se aconchegaram juntos no sofá grande da sala. Jin se posicionou de um lado, Namjoon do outro, enquanto S/N ficou no meio, seus corpos entrelaçados de maneira protetora e reconfortante.

Entre sussurros de palavras doces e juras de amor, o cansaço venceu. O som de suas respirações tranquilas preencheu a sala, e os três adormeceram juntos, envoltos em calor e afeto, perfeitamente completos nos braços um do outro.

Na manhã seguinte, S/N despertou lentamente, sentindo o calor aconchegante dos corpos de Jin e Namjoon ao seu lado. Ele sorriu ao perceber como estava completamente envolto pelos dois, seus namorados, suas fontes de felicidade. O amor que sentia por aqueles dois parecia crescer a cada dia, mesmo com todas as brincadeiras, provocações e a dinâmica caótica que tinham juntos.

Ao virar a cabeça para o relógio, S/N notou que faltava apenas uma hora para Namjoon sair para o trabalho. Ele suspirou e começou a acordá-lo gentilmente, acariciando o rosto dele e murmurando:

— Joonie, hora de acordar… você não quer se atrasar.

Namjoon resmungou algo incompreensível antes de abrir os olhos lentamente, piscando para ajustar a visão. Jin, que estava do outro lado, também foi despertado pelo movimento. Ele bocejou e olhou para Namjoon, dizendo com um sorriso sonolento:

— Vai lá, amor… se arruma. A gente se cuida por aqui.

Jin puxou S/N mais para perto, envolvendo-o em um abraço apertado, enquanto Namjoon se sentava no sofá, ainda meio grogue. Antes de sair, ele se inclinou para beijar Jin e depois S/N, demorando um pouco mais com o segundo beijo, murmurando:

— Amo vocês dois.

— Nós também te amamos, Joonie. Tenha um bom dia no trabalho — respondeu S/N com um sorriso preguiçoso, enquanto Jin acenava com a mão antes de puxá-lo novamente para o sofá.

— Agora é nossa vez de aproveitar mais umas horinhas de descanso — Jin disse com um tom satisfeito, enterrando o rosto no pescoço de S/N.

Namjoon deu um último olhar carinhoso para os dois antes de sair do quarto para se arrumar, já sentindo saudades, mas com o coração cheio por saber que voltaria para eles no final do dia.

CENA BÔNUS

O cenário estava montado, e S/N estava completamente à mercê dos dois namorados. Tudo começou quando Jin, ardendo de ciúmes, viu S/N rindo e tocando casualmente no braço de um colega de trabalho na saída da clínica. Ele ficou em silêncio no caminho para casa, mas o olhar fulminante e a energia carregada denunciavam seu estado de espírito.

Assim que chegaram, Jin relatou tudo a Namjoon, ainda irritado, gesticulando enquanto descrevia como S/N parecia “próximo demais” daquele colega. Namjoon, apesar de menos ciumento, percebeu a tensão no namorado e, mesmo sem dar tanta importância ao evento, viu uma oportunidade para "reafirmar o domínio" deles de uma forma que S/N nunca iria esquecer.

Agora, S/N estava deitado entre os dois, ofegante, com os corpos quentes de Jin e Namjoon pressionados contra ele. Jin o segurava pela cintura, mantendo-o firme enquanto o penetrava profundamente, seus movimentos repletos de urgência e paixão. S/N se apoiava no peito dele, gemendo entrecortadamente, seus dedos agarrando os lençóis.

Atrás dele, Namjoon estava igualmente envolvido, entrando devagar e firme, sincronizando seus movimentos com os de Jin, como se os dois tivessem ensaiado aquilo. Namjoon segurava os quadris de S/N com força, seus dentes roçando a orelha dele enquanto murmurava com voz rouca:

— Você é nosso, só nosso, S/N… ninguém mais vai te tocar desse jeito.

Jin, por sua vez, erguia o rosto de S/N com uma mão, forçando-o a olhar em seus olhos enquanto sorria satisfeito:

— Diga pra gente, amor… diga que ninguém mais faz você se sentir assim.

S/N só conseguia gemer em resposta, o corpo sobrecarregado pelo prazer intenso. Cada estocada os fazia se mover em perfeita harmonia, os dois trabalhando juntos para arrancar todos os sons doces de S/N, que se entregava completamente.

A combinação de palavras, toques e os olhares possessivos de Jin e Namjoon só fazia S/N se sentir ainda mais deles, como se não houvesse espaço para mais ninguém em sua vida. O calor crescente entre os três era a prova do vínculo inquebrável que compartilhavam, e enquanto Jin e Namjoon continuavam com seus ritmos, S/N sabia que estava exatamente onde deveria estar.

CENA BÔNUS DOIS

S/N estava enfiado em uma pilha de cobertores no sofá, com o nariz levemente vermelho e os olhos meio fechados pela febre. Apesar de se sentir fraco, ele protestava contra toda a atenção excessiva de Jin e Namjoon, mas seus esforços eram inúteis. Jin, que parecia mais preocupado do que o necessário, não saia de perto nem por um segundo. Ele ajustava os travesseiros, verificava a temperatura de S/N com a palma da mão e insistia que ele tomasse goles de chá de tempos em tempos.

Namjoon, por outro lado, observava de longe, organizando remédios e separando o cronograma para garantir que tudo estivesse sob controle. Contudo, seu olhar não conseguia desviar de S/N, que, mesmo doente, parecia irresistivelmente adorável. As bochechas naturalmente rosadas pela febre o deixavam mais fofo do que o normal, e Namjoon se pegou pensando em como seria foder um S/N febril, e deixou escapar algo que deveria ter mantido apenas na cabeça:

— Será que lá dentro do cuzinho dele tá mais quentinho quando ele tá com febre?

Houve um silêncio constrangedor, seguido por S/N e Jin virando os rostos para encará-lo ao mesmo tempo. Jin arregalou os olhos, claramente chocado, antes de dar um leve tapa no ombro de Namjoon.

— Você não tem vergonha, Namjoon?! Ele tá doente, pelo amor de Deus!

S/N, por outro lado, começou a rir baixinho, o som levemente rouco pela febre, mas ainda tão doce quanto sempre.

— Namjoon, você é mesmo um pervertido…

O comentário deixou Namjoon embaraçado, coçando a nuca enquanto desviava o olhar. Jin, embora ainda aborrecido, acabou sorrindo diante da reação de S/N.

— Está vendo? Você tá fazendo ele rir enquanto deveria estar descansando, seu idiota — Jin disse, tentando manter o tom sério, mas falhando miseravelmente.

— Pelo menos consegui distrair ele um pouco, né? — Namjoon respondeu com um sorrisinho atrevido, se aproximando para ajeitar os cobertores ao redor de S/N.

S/N apenas balançou a cabeça, se acomodando mais fundo nos travesseiros enquanto ainda sorria, pensando que, apesar das brincadeiras e do ciúme bobo entre os dois, ele não poderia ter escolhido namorados melhores para cuidar dele.

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