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imagine seokjin comes back and is serious
#like hes the most unserious person we know PLSSSSS#catching up with them is going to be the coolest thing ever like#have they changed?#what do they want in their future?#what type of music do the want to create?#and like their contract was updated to give THEM control over decisions basically (from my peanut brain comprehension)#so like#imagine the fucking music we're gonna get like#its going to be a nice creative break for them too like#ugh ugh ugh#I GO UGH!! UGH!!! UGH!!#LMAO SORRY YALL I GOT SIDETRACKED#anywho#so excited for the future#love them#seokjin come back to me soon
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BTS members in every MV
Seokjin version No More Dream (2013) - We Are Bulletproof pt. 2 (2013) - N.O (2013) - Boy in Luv (2014) - Just One Day (2014) - No More Dream (japanese - 2014) - Boy in Luv (japanese - 2014) - Danger (2014) - War of Hormone (2014) - Danger (japanese - 2014) - I Need U (2015) - For You (2015) - Dope (2015) - On Stage: Prologue (2015) - Run (2015) - I Need U (japanese - 2015) - Epilogue: Young Forever (2016) - Run (japanese - 2016) - Fire (2016) - Save Me (2016) - Awake (2016) - Blood Sweat & Tears (2016) - Spring Day (2017) - Not Today (2017) - Blood Sweat & Tears (japanese - 2017) - DNA (2017) - MIC Drop (2017) - Euphoria (2018) - Fake Love (2018) - Epiphany (2018) - IDOL (2018) - Airplane pt. 2 (japanese - 2018) - Boy With Luv (2019) - Heartbeat (2019) - Lights (2019) - Make it Right (2019) - ON (2020) - ON Kinetic Manifesto Film (2020) - Black Swan (2020) - Daechwita (2020) - Stay Gold (2020) - Dynamite (2020) - Life Goes On (2020) - Film Out (2021) - Butter (2021) - Permission to Dance (2021) - My Universe (2021) - Yet to Come (2022) - Yet to Come (Hyundai Version - 2022) - The Astronaut (2022) - I'll Be There (2024)
#Kim Seokjin#Jin#in every MV#BTS#Bangtan Sonyeondan#Bangtan Boys#ë°Šíěë
ë¨#yes there are also on stage: prologue and the wings short films#freaking gorgeous guy#OUR LITTLE ASTRONAUT *-*#HIS FACE T_T#the perfection that's his face :O#MR WORLDWIDE HANDSOME#COME BACK TO US SOON JIN T___T#btsedit#kimseokjinedit#if something is missing please tell me >.<
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BTS Reaction || You're Friends With Benefits and you're Pregnant
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SEOKJIN:
You were sitting across from Jin, your hands trembling slightly as you muster the courage to tell him the news. it was something you'd been meaning to do for a few weeks now but every time you'd tried to do it you'd lost all of your courage.Â
"Jin..." You whisper a little. His warm smile faded as soon as he saw the seriousness in your expression. The two of you had been friends for years and he knew how to read you like a book.
"I need to tell you something important." You started a little and he leaned in slightly, concern etched on his face.
"What is it? You know you can tell me anything." You take a deep breath, feeling your heart pound in your chest. You knew you could tell him anything but that didn't make what you needed to tell him any easier to say.
"I'm pregnant." For a moment, Jin is silent, his eyes widening as he processes your words. You can see the surprise flash across his face, but it quickly gives way to a calm, thoughtful expression. He inhales deeply, letting the news settle before responding.
"Okay," he says, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.
"Okay? T-That's all you have to say?!" Your voice cracked as you let out some of your own panic but Jin took your hand in his and gently soothed your skin a little.
"Let me finish," He laughs softly as he looks at you,
"This is unexpected, but we're going to get through this." he squeezed your hand a little as he looked at you.
"I want you to know that Iâm here for you, no matter what. Weâll figure this out together, step by step." You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the way he was already thinking ahead, trying to be strong for you.Â
"We need to talk about what you want," he continues softly. He didn't want to force you into keeping the baby or force you into not keeping them. He was going to be there for you no matter what you wanted.
"Whatever you decide, I'll support you 100%. We donât have to rush into anything right now. We can take our time to figure out whatâs best for you, for us, and for the baby." Jinâs calmness made you feel better as you nodded at him.
"I want this...I-I want the baby." You whipped as he nodded, bringing you into his arms.
"Weâll get through this together. A mini me or you would be cute to have around," he promises you as you giggle a little.
YOONGI:
You and Yoongi are sitting in his studio, the soft hum of music playing in the background as he tinkers with some tracks. The atmosphere is relaxed, but your growing anxiety makes it hard for you to stay calm. Yoongi knew it wasn't like you to be quiet, and he frowned, glancing over at you with a concerned look.
"Youâre quiet," he observes, as he looks at his computer. The two of you had planned to go to dinner but he was working late. You take a deep breath, your heart pounding as you try to find the right words. This was something that wasn't expected, the two of you were just supposed to have sex and nothing more and yet now everything was going to be changing.
"Yoongi, thereâs something I need to tell you. Itâs... important." He turns his chair to face you fully, sensing the seriousness in your voice. His usual laid-back expression shifts slightly as concern creeps in.Â
"What is it?" he asks, his tone calm but tinged with a subtle tension.Â
"You know you can tell me anything." He finished,
"Iâm pregnant," you say, the words coming out in a rush before you lose your nerve.
For a moment, the room falls into a heavy silence. Yoongi just stares at you, his expression unreadable. His eyes widen slightly, but his face remains largely impassive, his usual calm exterior giving little away. He blinks a few times, his mind clearly working to process the unexpected news.
"Pregnant?" he finally repeats, his voice quiet, almost as if heâs speaking to himself. He leans back in his chair, his gaze drifting away from you as he tries to make sense of what youâve just told him.
You watch as his expression darkens, his usual calmness giving way to a troubled look.
"This⌠this wasnât supposed to happen," he mutters, his voice low and strained.Â
"We were just⌠It wasnât meant to get this complicated." Thereâs a coldness in his tone that youâve never heard before, a detachment that makes your heart sink. He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a deep sigh as he stares at the floor, his thoughts clearly racing.
"I donât know if Iâm ready for this," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.Â
"I donât even know where to begin." He whispered. You can see the conflict in his eyes, the way heâs struggling to keep his emotions in check. Yoongi was always been someone who values control, and this news has clearly thrown him off balance. Heâs retreating into himself, his mind turning over the implications of what youâve just told him.
"Yoongi, Iâm scared too," you say softly, hoping to reach him through the wall heâs starting to build. You weren't going to let him shut down.
"But we need to figure this out together. I canât do this alone." His gaze finally shifts back to you, and you can see the turmoil in his eyes. Thereâs a flicker of somethingâregret, maybe, or guiltâbut itâs quickly swallowed up by the storm of emotions heâs trying to suppress.
"I know," he says after a long pause, his voice rough around the edges.Â
"I just⌠I need time to think. This is a lot to take in." He stands up, pacing the small space as he tries to wrap his head around the situation. His usual confidence is shaken, replaced by a deep uncertainty that weighs heavily on him. But despite his inner turmoil, thereâs still a part of him that cares about you, that wants to do the right thing, even if heâs not sure what that is yet.
"I need time." He repeated and you could hear the distance in his tone, a hesitation that lingers, but thereâs also a flicker of determination in his eyes. Your eyes teared up as you realised you were probably going to have to do this all alone.
"But Iâm not going anywhere. Weâll talk more, figure out whatâs next⌠together." He whispered as he sat back down,Â
"We're doing this together, no matter what." He promises, kissing your hand softly.
HOSEOK:
You and Hoseok were sitting at your apartment, you'd invited him around like you did most weekends and he'd been ready for it. What he hadn't been ready for was the serious look on your face as you sat across from him,
"Hoseok, I need to tell you something⌠Itâs big." His smile fades as he focuses entirely on you, worry now evident in his eyes. "
What is it? You sick? I know you've been off for a while, did you finally go to the doctor?" he asks, his voice soft but tinged with anxiety.
"Iâm pregnant." You rushed out. The words hang in the air for a moment as he processes what you just said. His eyes widen in surprise, and you can see a mix of emotions flashing across his faceâshock, concern, and something else, something softer.
"Pregnant?" he repeats, almost as if testing the word out. He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.Â
"Wow, okay⌠this is... a lot to take in." He whispered as you nodded a little. You knew it was going to be a lot for him.
He falls silent for a moment, his mind clearly racing. But then he looks at you with that familiar warmth in his eyes, the hint of a smile forming at the corners of his lips as he reaches for your hand.
"I wonât lie, Iâm a little scared," he admits, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability.Â
"But⌠weâll get through this, okay? It might not be what we planned, but that doesnât mean it canât work out. Weâll figure it out together, one step at a time." You can see the concern still lingering in his eyes, but heâs trying his best to stay positive, and to be your source of strength in this unexpected situation.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand.
"Are you okay? This must be really overwhelming for you." You nod, a small smile breaking through your nervousness as you see how hard heâs trying to stay optimistic for you.Â
"Iâm okay, just⌠scared, I guess."
"Me too," he admits, his smile widening just a bit.Â
"But you know what? Weâre a team, right? And teams stick together, no matter what." He smiles at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into a warm hug,
"Weâll take it one day at a time," he murmurs, his voice soft but filled with determination.Â
"We're gonna have a baby," you whisper as he runs his hand down to your stomach, touching it softly and smiling brightly.Â
"I'm gonna be a dad." He grins down at you, kissing you softly.
NAMJOON:
When you'd invited Namjoon around he thought it was for the same reason he'd been needing to talk to you,
"We'll go at the same time," he chuckles as you nod a little. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before speaking.Â
"Iâm pregnant."
"I love you-" Your heart launched into your throat as you stared at Namjoon. For a moment, Namjoon is silent, his mind clearly working at a million miles an hour. His initial reaction is one of shock, his eyes widening as he absorbs the news. He quickly pulls himself together, though, and his expression shifts to one of focused determination.
"Wow... okay, this changes everything," he says, his voice calm but thoughtful. He pauses, gathering his thoughts before continuing.Â
"First, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" You nod, relieved that heâs handling the situation so thoughtfully.Â
"Iâm⌠Iâm okay, just really overwhelmed." He leans back, exhaling slowly as he runs a hand through his hair.Â
"I get that. This is a lot to take in, for both of us." His tone is measured, as if heâs already planning the next steps in his mind.Â
"We need to talk about all our options. I want to make sure you feel supported, whatever you decide. This isnât just about us anymoreâitâs about whatâs best for you and the baby." Namjoonâs mind is clearly in overdrive, but heâs making a conscious effort to remain calm and focused for your sake. He leans forward, his gaze serious yet caring.
"Joonie..." You trail off, remembering what he had said to you, he looked at you, forgetting for a moment he'd confessed that he loved you.
"I love you too." you smile, kissing him softly as you touch his hand on your stomach and relax a little. Knowing that you weren't alone was going to help a lot with all of this.
JIMIN:
You and Jimin are sitting in your living room, the atmosphere a mix of nervous excitement and underlying tension. Youâve just told him that youâre pregnant, and while youâre were still trying to process the news, Jiminâs reaction was⌠intense.
His eyes widen, and for a moment, he just stares at you in shock. Then, almost as if a switch flips, he jumps up from the couch, his mind racing a mile a minute.Â
"Oh my god, youâre pregnant!" he exclaims, running a hand through his hair.Â
"We need to get everything ready. You have to start taking vitamins, right? And what about your diet? Are you getting enough nutrients? Oh god, we need to make sure youâre eating all the right things!"
He starts pacing back and forth, his face a mixture of concern and sheer panic.
"Do we have a plan? What about the doctor? You need to see a doctor, like, right now. And we donât even have a nursery set up! How are we going to do this? I donât even know the first thing about babies! Should I be reading books? I need to read books, donât I?" You watch him, trying to keep a straight face, but the sight of him spiralling into a full-blown panic is both endearing and amusing. A giggle escapes your lips, and soon youâre laughing, the sound light and infectious. Jimin stops mid-pace, turning to look at you with wide eyes.
"Why are you laughing?" he asks, genuinely puzzled.Â
"This is serious! We have so much to do!" He panicked at you and you couldn't help but laugh harder. You shake your head, still giggling as you reach out to take his hand, pulling him back down to the couch beside you.Â
"Jimin, calm down," you say, trying to suppress another laugh.
"We donât have to do everything all at once. Weâll figure it out together." You smiled at him, out of the two of you, you thought you would be the one to react like this. He looks at you, his expression softening as he realizes how worked up heâs gotten.Â
"Iâm just⌠I donât want to mess this up," he admits, his voice small and vulnerable. "I want to make sure youâre okay, that the babyâs okay. Iâm freaking out because⌠I care so much." You smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly.Â
"I know you do. But you donât have to do it all by yourself. Weâll take it one step at a time, okay?" He nods, taking a deep breath as he tries to calm himself down. But as he looks at you, something shifts in his expressionâsomething deeper, more serious. He hesitates for a moment as if weighing his words, before finally speaking.
"I need to tell you something," he says quietly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.Â
"Iâve been freaking out, not just because of the baby, but because⌠this is so much more to me than just being friends." Your breath catches in your throat as he continues, his voice trembling slightly. Your heart raced as you stared at him,
"I love you," he confesses, his eyes shining with emotion. "Not just as a friend, but as something more. I think Iâve loved you for a while now, but I didnât know how to say it. And now, with this⌠I canât keep it to myself anymore." For a moment, the room is silent, the weight of his words hanging between you. Then, slowly, a smile spreads across your face as you reach up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin.
"I love you too, Jimin," you whisper, your voice full of warmth.
"I think Iâve felt this way for a long time too." Relief floods his face, and he lets out a breath he didnât realize he was holding. His eyes soften as he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.Â
"Weâre going to be okay," he murmurs against your skin, his voice filled with newfound confidence. "Weâll figure this out together. And I promise, Iâll be there for you and our baby every step of the way." He runs his hands over your stomach.
TAEHYUNG:
You and Taehyung are sitting on the bathroom floor, your knees pulled up to your chest as you wait for the pregnancy test results. The silence between you is thick with tension, the air heavy with the gravity of the situation. Taehyung, usually so calm and collected, fidgets beside you, his fingers tapping nervously against the tiles. He glances over at you, his eyes filled with concern.Â
The two of you had been worried for a while since you'd been sick lately and he was the one that thought of the pregnancy test first.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asks softly, breaking the silence. You nod, trying to muster a small smile despite the knot of anxiety tightening in your chest.Â
"Iâm okay, just⌠scared." You admitted. If you were pregnant everything was going to change. It wasn't just going to be sex without strings anymore, There would be A LOT of strings.
Taehyung shifts closer to you, his hand gently finding yours. He squeezes it, his touch warm and reassuring.Â
"I know this is scary," he says, his voice steady despite the fear you can see lurking in his eyes.Â
"But whatever happens, Iâm here for you. I mean it." You look at him, searching his face for any sign of doubt, but all you see is sincerity.Â
"Taehyung, this⌠this wasnât part of the plan. We were just⌠you know." He nods, his expression serious but tender.Â
"I know. We started this as friends with benefits, and I thought I could keep it casual, but⌠itâs never been just that for me." His voice softens, a hint of vulnerability creeping in.Â
"Iâve cared about you more than I ever let on. And now, with this⌠it just makes me realize how much I want to be there for you. For us." His words hang in the air, their weight settling into the pit of your stomach alongside the anxiety.Â
"You really mean that?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly as tears begin to run down your cheeks.
"I do," he says firmly, his eyes locking onto yours with a determination that leaves no room for doubt.Â
"No matter what happensâwhether the test is positive or negativeâIâm in this for the long run. Youâre not just someone Iâve been seeing; youâre someone I care about deeply. Weâll figure this out together, okay?"
The timer on your phone buzzes, signalling that the test is ready. Your heart races, but Taehyungâs grip on your hand tightens, grounding you in the moment.
"Whatever that test says," he whispers, his voice calm and soothing,Â
"Weâre going to be okay. Weâll face it together." He nodded at you. Taking a deep breath, you both lean forward to look at the result. As your eyes scan the test, your emotions swell, but before anything else, you feel Taehyungâs arms wrapping around you, pulling you close.
"Weâll be okay. Iâm here, and Iâm not going anywhere." He promised you as you nodded. His words fill you with a sense of security you hadnât realized you needed, a promise that no matter what the future holds, you wonât face it alone.Â
JUNGKOOK:
As soon as the words "I'm Pregnant" left your lips it had left Jungkook in a state of shock. You almost worried he'd had a heart attack and you weren't sure what you were meant to be doing.
"Jungkook?" You touched his hand softly and he looked down at your hands that were intertwined together. This whole thing had never meant to end this way and yet here you were. One drunken night, one broken condom later and Jungkook felt his whole world changing. Jungkookâs heart races as the words hit him again and again, he slowly looks up at you.Â
"Pregnant?" he whispers, almost to himself. His expression shifts from shock to anxiety, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The two of you agreed that this was meant to be something that was only stress relief. Friends with benefits. That was it.Â
"This wasnât supposed to happen⌠I didnât mean for this to get so complicated." He looks at you with conflicted eyes, struggling between his feelings for you and the fear of what this means for both of your futures.Â
"What do we do now?" He took your hand in his and squeezed softly, while it might not be what he had planned for you there was no way he was going to let you go through any of this alone. It was the two of you that had created the baby and it was going to be the two of you raising them.
"I wanted to talk to you first, and see what you thought I-I should do." your voice shook a little and he smiled weakly, while it might not have been the best scenario he was happy he was going to be a father.
"Well, we get you booked in with a doctor, we get you all the medications you're gonna need and then we go to every single scan together. Do you wanna know the gender? Do you wanna have a baby shower-" Your hand slowly covered his mouth as you let out a small giggle.
"You want to go through with it then?" You asked him before he nodded behind your hand, a giant smile taking over his face.
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injustice (3)
series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life? pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader. content. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! a lot of curse words, a lot of self-deprecation and low self esteem. no proofread. this is nawt silly writing, we're diving right into the aNgSt. jumpscare? iykyk a/n. hi guys! this was a rollercoaster for me to write, but i hope it doesn't come as harsh as i think it is. pls let me know what you think in the comments!! see you next week!!
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You had gone through a scenario like that in your head several times. A variety of moments, conversations and looks that always ended in the same unpleasant, inevitable and demoralizing way: you were forgotten by the people you loved most in the world. Only when you reached 18 would you realize how heartbreaking the dull thud of the silence of indifference was, how sharp and icy the loneliness was, how it penetrated and paralyzed your bones; but at that time, at 16, you could still convince yourself that all those things were only in your head and would always be there.
âNow that you're the last to go, you guys are much more likely to forget about me.â
âOf course not! In fact, as soon as I start earning money I'll save up to take you with us.â
Jungkook shook his head, his narrowed eyes judging you as if having insecurities was a sin. You believed his words at that moment, because being the last one still with you, 'cause you were going to graduate from school in the same year, it was the only thing you could do. Hold on to the idea that you really weren't going to be forgotten, because the mere conception of a future without your best friends was inconceivable.
âJimin-hyung said he was going to try to call more often,â your friend went on, his eyes fixed on the bass on his lap and his important task of leaving it neat before returning it to its holy post in the school's music room. âI haven't talked to them in about three days.â
Jimin and Taehyung had left just a couple of months ago, but thanks to the opportunities opened to them with their incredible willingness, discipline and some string twitching on Namjoon's part, they had managed to get into a great academy to train and fulfill their dreams.
That also brought with it, as irreversible side effects, that your communication with them was drastically reduced. You had to constantly remind yourself and Jungkook that it was out of their control. With their future at stake, there was something for which they had to exert extreme effort and for which to sacrifice some other things.
âIt's normal that they don't have as much time as they used to, Kookie.â You lowered your head, noticing the way his hands delicately handled the instrument on his legs. Since Jimin and Taehyung had left there was no time of day when you could tear yourself away from Jungkook, which is why you accompanied him to his extracurricular music lessons when you really should have been studying for the college entrance exam. âLife after school gets really hectic.â
âI've heard that college life is quieter.â Jungkook twisted his lips, wiping between the strings and his fingerprints left on the bass every time he moved it back and forth to clean it. It was an almost irresistible cycle.
âThe only one at college right now is Seokjin and even about him we haven't heard much.â You leaned back against the piano, noticing Jungkook's movements pause for a moment as he surely reminisced about the few times he had been able to talk to Jin that month.
It had been two years since Seokjin had graduated and traveled all the way to the capital to study medicine. Needless to say, it was more than clear that communication with Jin would be almost nil from then on, but Jungkook always used to pout about it.
âIt's just that Jin-hyung also chose a rather demanding career.â Jungkook twisted his lips, as if suppressing Jin in his head, waving the microfiber towel over the edges of the bass.
âAnd the others are trying too hard to carve their way through. It can be as complicated as going out to look for a job right after graduating.â
Jungkook nodded, admiring his cleaning job with a frown. He looked so focused that it caught you by surprise when he spoke again.
âYou already know if you're going to college, noona? We're graduating this year.â
You blinked once, twice, three times. His nonchalant self went back to waving the towel over nonexistent smudges as you breathed in and decided not to go that route. âWill you?â
Jungkook raised his head, pausing his movements for a moment to try to analyze your gaze. With a sigh, he let out your poorly disguised way of shifting the focus of the conversation to get up and hang the instrument, glowing, on the wall of the music room.
âI don't know yet⌠Namjoon-hyung says he can help me.â
âIsn't it your dream, why do you doubt it?â
âI'm not sure, noona. What if I don't measure up? What if I fail?â
When your friend turned away, the mirror to his soul showed his vulnerability dancing on the edge of his eyelids. His distrust constricted your heart, a hand closing around your throat at the inner conflicts you knew Jungkook used to have and in the face of which you often couldn't do anything about because he didn't usually share such things.
âThen you try again.â
âNoonaâŚâ Jungkook wanted to grumble, it was obvious from the way his eyes moved to the ceiling, his head cocking as if he was about to give you a big life lesson on why you can't survive on motivational phrases.
But Jungkook was a softie about such things, even if he tried to hide it.
âJungkook, you are literally a golden promise. No process is ever easy, especially in the industry you want to get into, but don't think for a second that you're going to outgrow it. You're one of the most capable people I've ever met.â
Your friend stopped his steps, when after hanging up the bass he was returning to your post in front of you, raising his head as if caught committing a prank. But the vulnerability in his eyes remained, and by the way they shone in the dim light of the room, still blinking to try to contain the emotion, you knew your words had tugged at just that thorn in his heart you were trying to pull out.
âThank you, noona.â
âI'm just telling the truth.â You lifted a shoulder, shaking your head nonchalantly like it was no big deal, and Jungkook just let out an amused chuckle.
âYou do know we'd never forget about you, right? How could we?â
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âHow could we?â
Yuna shook her head, frowning at her phone, oblivious to the way you cringed at her choice of words.
âShe's bringing celebrities into the store and she want us to leave? Don't we work so well that we always take the top employee of the month spot even though it should only be held by one person? Don't we deserve that gift?â
You watched her, marveling at how after just a few seconds so many emotions could build up into an overwhelming knot in your chest. The old notes of an old piano played in the back of your head, bringing to the surface memories of when life was easier; when you thought you had it all and nothing would ever be better than that; when you thought you were enough.
âSo what do you plan to do about it?â you blinked, focusing on the notation of bills in your notebook with an invisible hand squeezing your heart.
There was no use thinking about such things after so long.
Yuna pursed her lips, her expression serious and forceful. âI think we should have a sit-in.â
âWe should? That sounds like more than one person.â
âDo you disagree with me?â
âI'm happy with going home early, especially on a Friday, you know?â
ây/n,â Yuna came up to your face over the cash register display case, her forearms resting on the glass and her eyes so bright with determination you were sure her head could light the whole store on fire the way she was scheming and scheming, running around like her life depended on it, âwe could be close to meeting the seven gods of Olympus, and you think the best thing to do is go home?â
âJust in case you forgot, I have a business to run now.â You reminded her, moving to poke her with your middle finger all over her forehead and push her away from the cash register now that a new customer had come in.
âWhat business should a business matter when you could meet the reason for existence itself?â
Yuna dropped onto the display case, her body sliding like jelly until only her head was left on the glass. You and the new customer watched her, her arms limp at her sides and her gaze lost. A lone tear running down the bridge of her nose.
âGod, you're so dramatic.â
âDoes that mean yes?â Her head snapped up like a spring, a big smile scaring the soul out of the customer who ducked behind your friend to run for their order.
âNo and stop acting like that, you're going to scare away customers.â
Yuna whined, her exaggerated tantrum leading you to wiggle your feet all the way to the cellar.
âI'm offering you the holy grail, and this is how you pay me?â
The sound of her feet shuffling behind you kept your head sane. Even though his insinuations were baseless, your heart was pounding so hard you felt your ribs throbbing through your muscles and skin.
Your boss had written to Yuna that you two could leave the store early today because she had a private meeting to attend. She asked them to leave everything to Patrick, including clearing the store of customers and not to worry about paying for the shift, because there would be no discount at the end of the month. Yuna was faithfully and blindly convinced that your boss really wanted you to stay, because she spent almost ten minutes with her eyes glued to the screen almost without blinking, watching the 'typingâŚ' appear and disappear under your boss's contact name. 'I'm sure she's debating how much confidence she has in usâŚ', she said as her red eyes missed no detail of that important chat and that primordial moment, ending in an offended 'none!' when her last message came through.
In the same way, Yuna convinced herself that the meeting that would take place in the same place where your feet were planted was going to be attended by the seven entertainment kings of the country. The unmentionables, for all practical purposes. Where had she come to that conclusion? There was no foundation. Had your boss given any hints? None. Yuna had her head in the clouds believing she could meet her idols if she insisted a little longer.
âWould you really prefer to stand your friend up to meet seven men you don't even know for sure will show up here?â
âWellâŚif you put it that way it sounds like I'm doing something wrong.â
âMmm, you just figured that out?â
Yuna dropped her shoulders as you took off your apron. Her tactics weren't going to work and it was time to give up. She half-heartedly opened her locker and stood looking at you with puppy dog eyes. You felt as guilty as if you had stepped on her tail by accident.
âLook, if I'm being honest, I doubt gigantically that Sol will tell you that you can stay if you ask her.â
âNot even for everything we've been through together?â
âShe's still our boss, Yuna.â
Your friend mimicked your actions with a slower speed, her emotion draining away little by little. When her head cocked to the side, halfway through taking off her apron, you only sighed.
âThe worst that can happen is I get fired, right?â
You weren't surprised that she was nevertheless willing to cross that line.
âThat doesn't sound like much to you?â
âI can always write her a 'ha, ha, just joking' afterwards and get out of harm's way.â
You didn't contain the irresistible urge to roll your eyes and Yuna took that as her own signal or green light. Next thing you knew she was pulling out her phone and typing animatedly on the screen.
âI really don't think you should do that.â
âI have to try! Can I call myself a good fan if I don't do even the impossible?â
âYou don't even know if they'll come.â
âI have a hunch.â
With her hand over her heart, Yuna sent the message and you feared for her life. While Sol was not at all close to the idea and conceptualization of a crazy and ruthlessly demanding boss, she did draw the line at several specific situations that they had both learned to respect. One of those was, of course, private meetings at her place. You and Yuna had set up the place countless times for Sol to sit quietly and chat with her most famous acquaintances, because her office was too formal to deal with them there, but her own home was extremely informal for the same purpose. The cafeteria served as a middle ground, the perfect place to be comfortable when talking business.
âPatrick is coming.â Yuna spoke again and by the way her eyes didn't leave the screen you could tell Sol hadn't responded yet.
âI wish you the best of luck, Yuna.â
âThank you! Coming from you it's a blessing, indeed.â
âAnd why's that?â
You finally stood up, closing your locker with your strap bag over your right shoulder. You were ready to leave while your friend was still biting her index fingernail waiting for an almost impossible and inconceivable message from her boss.
âWhat else can I expect from the writer who blew up overnight and is soon going to be one of the New York Times bestsellers and famous worldwide?â
âAh,â you turned your head, unable to contain inwardly the way a warmth settled in your chest; you still had a hard time accepting how things had turned out, but as long as you couldn't control the influx of orders that had to take a back seat, âsmooth.â
Yuna smiled and when her eyes met yours you swore she was about to tell you one more time how proud she was of you, but her phone vibrated in her hands and the last thing you saw her eyes widen exaggeratedly before her scream shook the foundations of the store and almost the entire city.
âSHE SAID YES!!!!â
-
Arriving home unleashed immeasurable chaos.
As soon as you opened the front door, a river of books fell like dominoes, with your father's groans and your mother's screams in the background, the sound of your work echoing in your head like lightning as stomping echoed through the house.
âSeojun, I told you to be careful walkingâŚ!âThe angry expression on your mother's face disappeared the moment she recognized your face, her features softening as she knew it was her daughter. âHoney. What are you doing here so early?â
âIs that y/n?â your dad's exclamation rang out from the kitchen.
âYes!â your mom yelled back.
The welcome was nice, but things only got more and more tedious from then on. On the one hand, you had your father telling you about accounts, numbers and multiplications of how much you had to take out of your pocket to pay for the prints, how much you would make if you sold all the books you had printed and how much you would get back, and on the other hand you had your mother telling you about the countless publishers who had written to your dm's seeking to sponsor the sale of your books, taking advantage of the boom that had been generated by the phenomenon that was Kim Taehyung.
Seojun, who had decided to move back home for the weekend to help with whatever was needed, was telling you that they had had to hire five different deliverymen -three of them trucks- to be able to deliver as many orders a day as possible, while vehemently hitting your father's forearm to remind him to include that in the accounts.
Your father was in charge of everything related to money, your mother of the direct communication with customers and Seojun of the orders; everything was done by them, with Yuna's help when she was not working, with the excuse that after so many years you just had to sit down and enjoy the fruit of your sowing without any worries.
But at that moment, when they had just let go and thrown all their worries at your feet, they stared at you expectantly.
"We need a loan."
Your mother jumped in her chair. "That's what I said!"
"That's not necessary." Your father shook his head, as he surely would have done when your mother suggested the idea judging by the expression that had planted itself on her face. "Take a loan from my wallet, but don't do business with those bankers. They'll gouge your eyes out with interest."
"Or take a publisher's offer. They'll take care of all this." Seojun pointed out, his long black hair brushing his eyebrows even though he shook it nonchalantly so he could get a good look at the three of them.
"Publishers can be freeloaders too." Your mother counter-argued, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Oh, yeah? How many publishers have you signed on with to assert that?"
"Wow, careful with that tone, Mr. Lawyer." Your father pointed at your brother, while your mother only raised an eyebrow at him in response. Seojun sank into the chair, barely dragging an apology through his teeth.
"It's not a bad idea either, Dad."
His brown eyes returned to meet your gaze and you noticed the hesitation in them.
"Well, ultimately, it's your decision, honey."
Your mother squeezed your shoulder.
"I say we should listen to the lawyer."
"Hey!" Seojun frowned, straightening up on the chair. "Don't put such a big responsibility on me!"
Your father snorted. "But then weren't you comfortable a while ago giving orders and saying that I don't know what thing you had already seen it in class and that's why you knew what we had to do?"
"DadâŚ" Seojun elongated.
"Are you ready for such a position or not, Seojun? Tell me to start looking for another lawyer."
Your mother barely contained her laughter, only because of the offended sideways glance her own son sent her way. Laughter blossomed in your chest, too, like a big breath of fresh air in a field of flowers. You didn't know you needed that moment so badly until the tension disappeared from your shoulders as you laughed with your parents and your brother grumbled with his arms crossed.
-
A new batch of orders just went out - thank you so much for your purchases!
You looked at the story your mom had uploaded to Instagram in the solitude of your bedroom. The rest of the day was spent strategizing and planning marketing ideas that would likely lead you to ruin. In a defeated silence, you admitted that Yuna was really needed.
You had texted your friend a while ago, as the sunset was beginning to paint the sky with colors, but she still hadn't even checked her phone. Her last connection was a few minutes after you left at noon. You decided not to insist, even though you were a little curious about who had finally shown up at the store.
The best thing about that busy rest of the afternoon was that you'd been able to keep yourself busy enough to completely ignore the way you'd been whipped up by a few memories that morning in Yuna's company. A simple question had caused all that. And of course, with a heart as weak as a chick's and willpower almost non-existent, you let yourself be pulled right in that moment of loneliness into the well of memories.
âJungkookie?â
Your voice pierced the silence and a shiver ran through your body as the darkness greeted you back. A few minutes passed after you plunged into the completely darkened room, walking tentatively and slowly inside, you heard a movement just outside the door you had just entered.
âNoonaâŚâ
You couldn't see him, but you didn't need to. The sobs that filled the room were enough to be able to guide you through that darkness, as indistinguishable as coal, and wrap your arms around his hunched figure on the floor beside the door.
The house was alone and as dark as that room the last night Jungkook would be there. Passing through the empty corridors of his house was a torment, but you could only imagine how your friend would feel in his place, unable to stop time as it slipped through his fingers.
Several times he had already told you that he didn't want to leave. You didn't think he meant it.
âThey're waiting for you downstairs.â
âI know. I don't want to go, noona.â Jungkook moved his arms to wrap around your waist in a desperate grip, his erratic breathing against your neck breaking your heart. âI want to stay. It doesn't matter if I never become an idol. That's not important.â
âJungkookâŚâ
âI don't want to leave youâŚâ
His halting voice was barely understandable, trying to be muffled by the jacket you were wearing that night when you went to see him off and didn't find him in the car with his parents. The heater seemed not to be a worthy opponent for that cold night.
âJungkook, you're not going to leave me. We'll keep in touch. Why do you worry so much?â
âI don't want to be like them,â his pained voice pierced your chest; the movement of his body from the way the sobs were attacking him was almost uncontainable. âI don't want this distance.â
âChange is always hard, Jungkookie, but I promise you we'll be in touch always. I'll do my best to make it so.â
âReally?â
âOf course. I'll even come visit you as soon as I can.â
âNo. I said I was going to pay for your trip.â
âSee? You're not going to leave me.â
âStill I'm scared, noona. What if I'm not enough for them? What if I can't raise enough for you to come live with us?â
âYou are enough, Jungkook. From the tips of your fingers to the tips of your hair, there's nothing about you that won't allow you to achieve your dreams, understand? You are destined to be a star. I know it's hard to leave behind everything you know in life, but believe me it will all be worth it. You will come out on top and you will succeed.â
âNoonaâŚâ Jungkook cried again, burying his face in your neck once more, clinging to you like the anchor that carried him to the surface of the ocean; the ocean shaped by his own tears. âI⌠don't⌠want⌠to⌠goâŚâ
The hiccups that attacked him from his intense crying made it difficult for him to speak and you hadn't felt such pain even when the other boys left. There were tears shared, promises whispered and hugs that lasted longer than they should have, but no one had clung to your body as if they feared you were going to disappear at any moment and wanted to seize every second before the impending end.
âIt's okay, Jungkookie,â you ran your hands up and down his back trying to calm his crying, trying to control your own as treacherous tears rolled down your cheeks with the darkness as your witness. âWe'll meet again. You can wait for me. Then we can melt into another embrace and say how much we miss each other.â
Your phone vibrated on the bed, the notification startling you with its aggressiveness. Another vibration followed that one and then another. Turning on the screen, you found that half an hour had passed since you'd last seen the clock, and in passing you came across Yuna's name on the caller ID. You sighed, remembering the effusiveness with which she said goodbye in the afternoon and mentally preparing yourself for what was to come.
"Hey," you greeted, mildly surprised that her exclamations hadn't reached your ear first to interrupt your greeting.
"y/n, how were sales today?" her calm voice filled your hearing and a slight wrinkle implanted itself between your brows.
"Mmm, it was all good. We have several domiciliary and the prints are coming out with the deadlines arranged. With Seojun we considered that maybe taking on a publisher wouldn't be so bad, but I'm not sure yet."
You narrowed your eyes at the ceiling, shallowly biting your nails, waiting for the moment when Yuna would burst out, but it didn't come.
"Oh, yeah. We'll have to consider that. I'll go early tomorrow morning to seize the day." Yuna answered quietly, with the faint sound of things stirring in the background of the call. Surely she had just arrived at her apartment.
"Yuna?"
"Mhm?"
"How was the afternoon?"
"Oh, it was normal, really," she replied, her voice flat, as if the thought had barely crossed her mind since the moment she'd left the coffee shop. "I didn't see anyone memorable."
"Ah, so your knights in shining armor didn't attend?"
"Sadly, no." Yuna sighed, her unchanging attitude finding a little more sense in your head. She sounded more tired than anything.
You talked a bit more with Yuna before she excused herself to go about her evening routine and finally get some rest, specifically stressing to you how boring the whole afternoon had been and how every second she only thought about going home. You also told her a bit more about the ideas you and your father had half-heartedly spun as marketing strategies, but very earnestly your friend asked you not to do anything until she was there.
When her name disappeared from your caller ID, an Instagram notification popped up at the top of your home screen. The vibration felt like the pounding of a sledgehammer against wood, your sentence handed down with no chance of appeal, the blood in your veins freezing and an endless emptiness in the pit of your stomach.
jeonjungkook97 just followed you!
It was followed by the notification of a message from Yuna.
Unnie | 19:01 holy shit. jungkook just followed you on ig, right?
No fucking way. Another fucking account to block.
-
It wasn't like you couldn't deal with them. You had been doing it for about ten years. But now they just seemed to want to throw themselves in front of your face one by one and you weren't strong enough to handle that. Maybe your resolve needed to be more forceful; maybe you should be sure you hated them instead of feeling like your body was shaking and you could melt like jelly in the sun every time you felt they were one step closer to you. For a while, that was all you wanted; to find them; to be found. But now�
The weekend was spent in a hodgepodge of managing your book sales and the seesaw of emotions you had in the face of the estranged but impactful actions of your old friends. You tried not to think about it too much; you really tried, but it was very difficult. It was easier to let the memories wash over you instead of diligently packing up the books on which you had squandered your blood and tears.
Your books, yes, that was the most important thing.
From the posts and hashtags, even though it had only been a couple of days, you could see that some people -those who had actually read the books- were already posting their opinions and reviews and you knew you had had plenty of time to prepare for that moment, but you really weren't ready to face it. You didn't know what it was; whether it was the pollen, the aligned planets, PMS, mercury retrograde⌠but all of those things were weighing you down too much recently and you weren't ready to hear the opinions.
And you couldn't help but keep asking yourself why? Having spent so much time, between so many experiences and so many personal changes, why now they decided that they would come back into your life? How dare they after ruining your life by completely abandoning you? Many times you wondered what was missing in you; what was never enough for them⌠sometimes you believed that this was how it was meant to be; just the seven of them, before you came along. It was always them seven first, then you.
Between lows and highs, between sadness and joy, you still had to keep working.
"Get rid of that face if you're not going to tell me what's wrong with you." Yuna crossed the cafeteria in front of you, picking up some glasses and plates on the table as lunchtime approached.
"I don't have any face."
"You've been in a somber mood since Saturday. You look dead."
You clicked your tongue, taking advantage of the fact that the store was nearly empty to do the math. "Don't be over the top."
"I'm just being honest and genuinely concerned about my friend, can you blame me?" Yuna reached the sink and simply left the dishes there to approach the cash register. Your eyes refused to meet hers, unsheathing a strange annoyance in the pit of your stomach.
"I'm fine," you moved the money automatically, doing the math in the back of your head as second nature, "don't worry so much."
"Ok, if you don't want to tell me about it at least try to distract yourself a little, why don't you take an extra half hour for lunch?"
"You know I can't do that."
"Sol would never know."
"I'm not going to do that."
Yuna pouted, dropping her chin onto the back of her hand. You knew she was about to fly you out of that chair the moment all the bills were safeguarded.
A whiplash of pain shot through your chest at the alternative of having to leave the cafeteria, alone, hovering with your thoughts once again, as you tried to shove the food down your throat. But Yuna happily dragged you out of the cafeteria, leaving you in the middle of the street with your little bag and lunch money, wishing you a happy break as she wandered off once more to deal with the sparse crowd of customers alone.
Maybe you should have told her you'd rather not eat than be alone, butâŚ
That was the story of your life.
So you walked to that restaurant a couple of blocks away, where they sold the cheapest food in the area, and waited patiently while answering Yuna's messages to clear your mind.
Going through your social networks, you once again came across the cover of your books in the pre-viewing of a video and felt the bile in your throat. Let's see, you were happy. Or well, you were trying to convince yourself because you still had that bitter feeling in the pit of your stomach that wouldn't let you enjoy this blast like you should and it had a first and last name of its own. But, generally speaking, it was great that your books were selling, forgetting all the other circumstances that led to that happening.
So, standing in front of those videos, you were tormented by not being able to watch them. A self-published author should be prepared for that kind of thing. No, any author should be. Sharing your art with the world implicitly entailed confronting the world's expression in front of it. It was inevitable, of course, and it was also the energy that could start an engine or the fingers that put out the match. At that precise moment, you still didn't want to know what your destiny was.
You hated that. You hated feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. Why was life so heavy if you had just begun to live it?
Ah, too much pondering for one lunch.
And to think this all started with an Instagram story.
Having an existential crisis because you couldn't stand dealing with the stress and pressure of the extreme demand you were having and because of mixed feelings for a bunch of idiots resurfacing after so many years was one of the last things you thought you'd have to go through that year. Fuck, or ever in your entire life.
Taehyung might have done you a favor as well as a disservice.
But that's how you spent a while longer, as you walked back to the coffee shop, the noise of the city not being enough to quell the bustle of thoughts crashing against each other in your head.
Being in the eye of the hurricane, however, didn't mean you were safe. You barely had a breath of fresh air before the eyewall hit you hard once again.
"Noona�"
You froze a few steps away from the cafeteria. You feared not only the way you immediately recognized the voice, but the way your body froze, fear, panic and uncertainty clouding your sense.
You were in the alley behind the coffee shop. You didn't usually go in that way, but you had taken a slightly longer way back, only because you were too busy thinking about whether or not your body was up to a longer walk.
You were so close to the door that you could almost hear Yuna's voice on the other side, barely muffled by the beeping that echoed in your ears as panic took over your body.
You didn't want to turn around. Your body was having every possible negative reaction, as if it was fighting an infection, the lunch you had just shoved down your throat seeking to make its way back into your mouth and the feeling of dizziness momentarily clouded you.
Was this how you planned to react if you ever saw them again? Was this how you acted out the scenarios you imagined in your head at night when your memories went back to the last time you saw them?
The only difference between those imaginings and what was happening at that moment was that before you could prepare yourself; you knew what was coming; you had control. Now? Your legs were about to give out, the weight of your body too much to bear.
And you wanted to mock the pathetic behavior you were engaging in. You should turn around, slap him and scream at him that you never wanted to see him again. But your heart was beating and feeling and⌠how could you deny it anything after so many years of being neglected?
But maybe you were imagining it. The little sleep you had this weekend and all the memories you dragged from the trunk since you saw that Instagram notification must have made you crazy enough that you heard voices, his voice, anywhere⌠you were still near a busy street, it could be anyone-
"y/n."
And, yetâŚ
You didn't turn around knowing what it would entail to give his voice a face, even though you could madly and frankly recall every line of its length, and you spoke harshly through your teeth even though your labored breathing made your chest heave.
"What are you doing here?"
"Noona⌠you're really here."
You cringed as you heard his footsteps and clutched with inhuman speed at the lock on the door in front of you.
"I asked you a fucking question: what the fuck do you think you're doing here?"
The silence didn't give you an answer, but you could glimpse it. With your patience on edge and years of emotional repression it was impossible for you to deduce how you would react in such a case, but it didn't seem too far-fetched, even if Jungkook's surprised inspiration said he didn't expect you to be so harsh and rude.
As if you cared.
âYes you did care, in fact, that's why your heart was beating wildly against your ribs, the choking sensation increasing, the nerves on edge and the tears all over the corners of your eyes, but you had to stand your ground. After so, so long⌠why, why, why, why?â
"I⌠IâŚ" Jungkook seemed to be having trouble finding his voice, even though in his profession the words came melodiously and easily out of his mouth. If you turned to look at him, you might have noticed that his face went from happiness to anguish with the speed a bullet goes through a field, "I wanted to see youâŚ"
He sounded so small. The five-foot-ten-plus man, who you're sure was almost a head and a half taller than you, might as well have been a badly wounded puppy behind you. You knew from the way he spoke that he was holding back tears, but you didn't let that sway you. He didn't deserve it.
"Who gave you the right to come here?"
You didn't let him answer, not knowing if he was even going to, tightening the lock on the door you were about to walk through at any moment, bile in your throat making you fear the fall as if you were at the top of a skyscraper.
"How the fuck did you even find me?"
"Well, I-"
"I don't fucking want to know!"
You cut him off, the dryness and venom in your voice making you tremble. You were so sad, so distraught and so angry at the same time.
"And I don't want to see you. So leave."
"NoonaâŚ"
"Fucking leave, Jeon, for fuck's sake!"
You moved, almost as if by inertia, opening the door and slamming it behind you, the noise so deafening that it echoed in your ears for several seconds until you heard Yuna's footsteps approaching you and felt her arms wrap around your body.
You didn't know what she was saying, you just leaned against the door and let yourself fall, your body shaking in cry after uncontrollable cry, truly wondering how everything had gone so far; wondering how, after so many years, you still allowed them to have that power over you; a power they didn't deserve and shouldn't have.
You felt shattered in that moment, every piece of you scattered in the hold, every moment of your life replaying on its glassy, sharp edges. Even with half of you staying afloat, Yuna held you until the tears stopped flowing and with renewed resolve you promised yourself that this was never going to happen again.
Jungkook had taken you by surprise, but from now on none of them would ever catch you off guard.
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a/n: i dont really know what to think about this chap. sometimes i like it sometimes i dont. i guess thats just how it works. pls letme know what you think! thank u for all the support! <3
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bts fics that give me life in a drought
(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 2
didn't expect to make a part 2 so soon but seeing how much recognition the first one got, here we are! some of these contain a hearty amount of angst, and oh they're just simply divine :( once again, please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did!
âş knifeâs edge - by @readyplayerhobi
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>> summary: "family is who you kill for. who you die for. in this society, you and your kin are shadows, clinging to the darkness to obey orders absolute. but when such orders command you to abandon what little honor remains for wealth and notoriety, you find yourself lost in lonely uncertainty about the only vocation youâve ever known. that is, until you meet a man with gentle hands, a poetâs heart, and a love for coaxing the world into bloom."
âş counterfeit culture - by @ggukcangetit
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modern day au loosely based on jane austenâs pride & prejudice, e2l, fluff, smut, comedy
>>summary: âfor as long as you can remember, youâve always known right from wrong, good from bad, and woke from entitled/ignorant. but when you continue to cross paths with Kim Seokjin - the apparent antithesis of everything you believe in - certain walls begin to crumble. and over time, you come to realise that the world isnât black and white, first impressions can be misleading, and that you are just as guilty as each person youâve judged so harshly. realisation brings acceptance, and maybe, just maybe, acceptance can bring something more.â
âş if i told you - by @gukyi
| jungkook x reader | 22k
friends to lovers!au, college!au, fluff, comedy, angst
>> summary: "in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughterâs dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him."
âş to hold a dragon's heart - by @softlyjiminie
| taehyung x reader | 19.1k
dragon prince!kim taehyung x warrior princess!reader, smut, angst, fluff, forbidden romance, dragon shifter!au, royalty!au, enemies to lovers!au
>> summary: "two kingdoms, two hearts and the world between them. your whole life has been a challenge, never an easy moment on your road to becoming queen but will one decision, one encounter with the man you were destined to hate, change the fate of your worlds, forever?"
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Bittersweet || myg (2)
Pairing: Yoongi x ReaderOther Tags: Grad Student!Yoongi, Undergrad!Reader, Grad Student!Hoseok, Uncle!Namjoon, Doctor!Namjoon, Grad Student!Jimin, Fuckboy!Jungkook, GradStudent!Jungkook, Boss!Seokjin, Yoongi POV Genre: College!AU, Strangers to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, kinda Student/Teacher but not really, Older!Yoongi, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut Word Count: 19.9k+ Summary: When a cynical graduate student meets an overly enthusiastic undergraduate, the air crackles with tensionâthough not all of it is good. Warnings: Mean!Yoongi, bitter grad student to the max, strong language, Jimin is still a snitch, possible wrong science information (i'm sorry i'm not perfect), sexual tension, Yoongi pining and being in love for almost 20k words, kissing at work, almost caught, graphic s*x scenes, non-descriptive smut as well, Jealous!Yoongi, i'm sorry but this JK is kind of a slime ball, Reader knows what she's doing, they're adorable, lots of bickering, drunk Yoon, drunk texting, they're both the biggest dorks on the planet, reader sleep talks, multiple sex scenes, oral (m&f receiveing), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, handjobs, all things considered these two are very vanilla, some dirty talk, reader mostly takes charge, public sex, sex at work, shower sex, again they're still dorks even when they're in bed, let me know if I missed anything... A/N: Here's the second (and final) installment of this little two-shot. Thanks for reading!
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I decided not to make a fuss about the stupid recruitment party. It was just a way for them to shove fresh-faced recruits down our throats, anyway. Instead of hitching a ride with Hoseok and Serena, I opted to walk alone, letting the cool night air wash over me. The campus felt both familiar and alien in the twilight, the shadows stretching long and eerie across the cracked pavement. Walking had always been my way of clearing my head, but tonight it felt like a futile exercise.
As soon as I stepped inside the venue, the noise slammed into meâlaughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses mingling into a chaotic symphony of youthful energy. I scanned the room, and when my eyes landed on her, I couldnât help but groan. Y/N was there, and she was wearing those jeansâGod, they looked painted on, hugging her curves in a way that sent my pulse racing. Her legs stretched endlessly, accentuated by those unforgiving black heels that screamed danger. My throat tightened with the realization: she was wearing fuck-me heels.
Fuck me indeedâŚ
I shook my head, forcing myself to look away, as if her mere presence was some twisted magnet pulling me closer. I made my way to the bar at the back, seeking refuge against the wall while I nursed a drink, pretending to be absorbed in the chaos around me. But it didnât take long before my eyes betrayed me, drawn back to her like a moth to a flame. She was laughing with a group of kidsâprobably this yearâs recruitsâher smile radiant and infectious.
Then, like a bad omen, Jungkook sauntered in, drink in hand, striding over to her with that cocky grin of his.
âYoongiâs here! Let the party begin!â Serenaâs voice cut through my thoughts, grating like nails on a chalkboard. I grimaced.
âWhat took you so long? Had trouble matching that sweater?â Hoseok appeared behind her, donning a tie that screamed âpretentious.â
I shot Serena a look, raising an eyebrow, and she responded with a smirk, clearly reveling in my discomfort.
âYeah⌠not all of us have the privilege of being dressed by our girlfriends,â I muttered, bitterness creeping into my tone.
âCome on⌠I kid, I kid,â Hoseok laughed, draping an arm over my shoulder.
âIâll leave you two to your bromance,â Serena rolled her eyes, tossing her hair back. âI better go suck up to my P.I.â
âHow are you?â Hoseokâs tone shifted, sensing the dark cloud hanging over me.
âIâm peachy,â I replied, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
âI seeâŚâ He glanced in Y/Nâs direction. âOh⌠I see.â
âYeah, well, Jungkookâs trying to get her drunk,â I hissed through clenched teeth, watching as he leaned in closer.
âRight. Jeonâs all over your zygoteâs business,â he replied, a knowing smirk on his lips.
I groaned into my beer, bitterness churning in my stomach.
âCâmon! More drinking, less brooding!â He smacked my back playfully, but it only deepened the pit of resentment growing inside me.
An hour later, I was still a wallflower, slouched against my corner, shamelessly staring at Y/N as she flitted around the room. Jungkook kept swooping in like a hawk, but she brushed him off, her laughter echoing like a melody in the air. That was a relief, at least. Yet, reality settled in like a thick fog: she hadnât even noticed me yet.
Then, our eyes locked. Time seemed to freeze, and I swear I involuntarily smiled. She walked toward me, a small grin dancing on her lips, and I was struck by how her hair flowed over her shoulders, the softness of it almost intoxicating. âIs that a new sweater?â she asked, her voice sweet and melodic.
âAre you making fun of me?â I shot back lightly.
âNoâŚâ she chuckled, her eyes sparkling. âYou look good.â
âYou look good too,â I replied, the words feeling flat against the brilliance of her presence. Well, that was an understatementâshe looked stunning.
âYou shouldnât be drinking,â I said, gesturing to the beer in her hand, feeling an unexpected rush of protectiveness.
âWhy not?â She brought the bottle to her mouth, her lips wrapping around it like an invitation.
Focus, Min!
âAre you twenty-one yet?â I blurted out, curiosity getting the better of me.
âAre you the party police?â
âVery funny,â I deadpanned, annoyance creeping in as I waited for her answer.
âIf you must know, I am twenty-one already, thank you very much.â
âYou are?â I was genuinely surprised. She didnât seem old enough to be a senior, not with that wide-eyed enthusiasm.
âYep, I missed a year in junior high. No biggie.â She shrugged, casual as ever.
âOhâŚâ The admission surprised me, stirring questions in my mind. What could have caused someone as smart and driven as her to miss a year?
My distraction drifted away as my gaze returned to her shoulders, delicate freckles dusting her skin, catching the fading light.
âOh! I havenât met that one!â Y/N quipped, spotting another recruit. âBe right back.â
I was entranced, eyes glued to her as she walked away, her hips swaying like a pendulum, counting down the moments until she returned. I was royally screwed. Somewhere along the way, Iâd transformed from oblivious to hyper-aware, every single action of hers magnified under the microscope of my attention. How could I go back to not seeing her when each new thing I noticed sent heat flooding through me?
Y/N returned, all smiles, clutching another beer bottle that sheâd snatched from Jungkook. âWhy are you so angry?â she asked, leaning against the wall next to me.
âY/N, Iâm not angry. Iâm having fun.â I tried to sound calm, but my voice cracked like thin ice.
âThis is you having fun?â she countered, gesturing to my slumped posture with her beer.
âYes,â I insisted, though my gaze lingered on the constellation of freckles scattered across her nose.
âStanding in the corner, looking at everyone like youâre a bodyguard, or an undercover copâthatâs you having fun?â
âYes.â I shrugged, clinging to some semblance of composure.
âYouâre angry.â She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing in playful challenge.
âIâm not angry!â But deep down, the heat was rising inside me.
She laughed, the sound bubbling up like a mountain spring. âYouâre frowning.â
âBecause youâre driving me insane!â I inhaled deeply, trying to relax, but she was intoxicating.
âWhy?â She stepped closer, her presence an electric charge in the air.
âBecause youâre too happy.â And adorableâŚ
âWhatâs wrong with being happy?â she retorted, her hand perched on her hip, radiating defiance.
My eyes drifted back to her, tracing the curve of her hip accentuated by those devilish pants. I closed my eyes, taking another deep breath to steady myself. âItâs extremely annoying.â
âWell, Iâm sorry.â Her smile morphed into a giggle, and I groaned, feeling the weight of my frustration. âDo I really annoy you so much?â
She peered at me, eyebrows knitting together, a small frown blossoming on her face. I resisted the urge to look at her lips, afraid that if I did, I might just pull her in and kiss her right there.
âYes,â I groaned, hoping my eyes conveyed that my answer was really âno.â
She held my gaze, and it felt like we were suspended in time, the world around us fading into insignificance. My fingers tightened around the neck of my beer bottle, anxiety coiling in my stomach. With a sigh, she shook her head and walked away again, leaving me alone with my turbulent thoughts.
Honestly, Y/Nâs unyielding happiness, her enthusiasm, and all that radianceâit wasnât annoying at all. It was refreshing, endearing, and it inspired me in ways I hadnât felt in years. I couldnât help but remember the excitement I once felt about starting this journey, how my heart raced at the thought of diving into research. What had changed? What did success even mean if there was no one to share it with?
So yes, Y/Nâs happiness was far from annoying.
What was truly infuriating was that she made it impossible for me to keep my hands to myself.
âJungkook offered to walk me home,â Y/N said, her voice slicing through the murmur of the crowd like a knife. I kept my gaze fixed on the throng, avoiding her bright eyes, filled with something I couldnât quite decipher. âBut I donât know if thatâs such a good idea.â
When I finally turned to look at her, a smile tugged at her lips, a spark of mischief lighting her features. âI think you might be right about himâhe is kind of a tool.â
A snort escaped me, the tension in my chest easing just a fraction. âPlus I donât trust him.â
âI donât trust him either, Y/N,â I admitted, feeling the weight of my own words. It was the only reason I was here, shadowing her like a ghost.
âCan I lie and tell him youâre walking me home instead?â
Her gaze catches mine, and Iâm momentarily swept away in the depths of her beautiful eyes, glowing softly under the dim lights, as if theyâre hiding secrets just waiting to be uncovered.Â
âYou donât have to lie, Y/N. Iâll walk you home myself,â I say, my voice dripping with sincerity I didnât know I had. She looks down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, an unintentional cue for me to look away.
When she finally says sheâs ready to leave, we exchange goodbyes, and she pauses at the door, rummaging through her bag. I canât help but smile when she pulls out a pair of black Chucks. As she grips my arm to slide off her high heels, I catch a flicker of discomfort flash across her face.
âAre you okay?â I ask, concern bubbling up.
âYeah, my feet are killing me,â she replies, a hint of laughter in her voice.
âI could go get my car.â
âNonsense. Itâs just ten minutes away,â she insists, slipping her shoes back on, and we begin our trek.
As we walk toward her building, she animatedly recounts stories about prospective students, her voice weaving a vibrant tapestry that pulls us closer together. Itâs no wonder sheâs so well-liked; anyone would be a fool not to adore her.Â
âCan you hold these?â she asks, passing me her heels as we reach her building. A twinge of envy strikes me at the sight of those dainty straps that had just hugged her ankles.
She digs through her purse, clearly on a mission.Â
âShitâŚâ Frustration laces her voice. âShit, shit, shit, shit!â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âI donât have my keys⌠I must have left them inside, in my other bag.â
âOhâŚâ I glance at the time. Itâs past two in the morning.Â
Should I offer her a place to stay? Thatâs what any decent person would do, right? But what if⌠what if I couldnât keep my hands to myself?
âIâm so stupid!â she exclaims, smacking her forehead with the heel of her hand.
âHey, relax⌠um⌠I have a bed. I mean, a couch.âÂ
She looks up at me, skepticism dancing across her features.
âReally, itâs no problem.â I shrug, trying to keep my tone casual, as if itâs just a simple offer rather than an opportunity for something more.
Her expression remains doubtful.
âThatâs what graduate student mentors are for, right?â
A small grin appears on her lips, and I canât help but smile back. If all else fails, maybe I could find a way to make her smile like thatânothing would make me happier.
âAre you sure?â
âYeah⌠itâs not like itâd be awkward or anything,â I tease, and her laughter lifts the tension in the air.
It takes us about twenty minutes to reach my apartment. Y/N talks a mile a minute, and I barely manage to squeeze a word in, but I donât mind; her voice wraps around me like a warm blanket on a chilly night.
As we climb the steps of my building, I notice her wince again, gripping the railing for support.
âY/N, are you okay?â Worry creeps in; she looks genuinely pained.
She takes a deep breath, forcing a smile that doesnât quite reach her eyes. âIâm fine.â
âY/N, please, just tell me whatâs wrong.â I reach for her hand, desperate to ease whatever discomfort sheâs feeling.
âCan we just go inside?â She clutches my hand tighter. âIâll tell you, I promise.â
I help her inside and guide her to the couch. She collapses onto it with a shaky breath, extending her legs and rubbing her thighsâa gesture that sends a pang of concern through me.
âItâs not a big deal,â she begins, trying to sound lighthearted. âSometimes I get pain in my legs from an old injury.â
âOh⌠can I get you something for it?â
âJust water is fine.â She digs through her bag and pulls out a bottle of ibuprofen, shaking it at me with a smile.
As I rush to the kitchen, unease coils in my stomach. She had been walking the whole time, and I hadnât even noticed she was in pain. I pour two glasses of water, my hands trembling slightly as I hand one to her and settle down beside her.
âYou shouldâve told me you were hurting, Y/N. I would have gotten the car.â
âIâm all right.â She gives me a soft smile, glancing around my sparsely decorated apartment. âYour place is nice.â
Nice? Itâs barrenâlike a forgotten room in an old house where laughter used to echo. I turn the glass of water in my hands, my mind racing. âY/N, can I ask you something?â
She meets my gaze as I take a sip. âIf youâre wondering if Iâm a virgin, the answer is no.â
I choke on the water, caught off guard by her sudden candor. âJesus Christ, woman, how drunk are you?â
âIâm not drunk at all. Iâm just messing with you. What were you going to ask?â
I look at her, heat rising in my cheeks as the tension coils between us. âI was just curious about how you got injured,â I admit, my thoughts drifting to the whirlwind of emotions churning inside me.
âOh, well⌠My mom and I were in a car accident. I broke my hip and both my legs.â She says it so casually, as if sheâs recounting a minor scrape.
âWhat?â
âYeah⌠it was okay, though. After rehab, I was as good as new!â She beams, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to the weight of her words.
âHow long was rehab?â
âLong enough.âÂ
I remember something she mentioned earlier. âLong enough to make you miss a year in school?â
She responds with a grin and a nonchalant shrug. âShit, Y/N. That sucks. Iâm really sorry.â
âItâs all right. Iâm actually glad it happened.â Her gaze drifts down to her legs, fingers tracing an invisible path over her thighs. âIt brought my parents back together, just as they were meant to be.â
Her eyes return to mine, and the intensity of her words fills the air. âMy parents got divorced when I was little, and my mom and I moved to Florida. But after the accident, my dad came to help, and they just⌠clicked, I guess. Theyâve been together ever since.â She smiles proudly, and I sit there, stunned.
A strand of hair falls across her face, and I canât resist the urge to tuck it behind her earâan excuse to bridge the distance between us. With every detail she shares, I feel myself drawn closer, tangled in her life, as if Iâm getting lost in her depths.
âOkayâŚâ I set my glass down on the coffee table, the clink echoing like a heartbeat in the stillness. âI think you deserve the bed. Iâll take the couch.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I just made you walkââ
âItâs not your fault. I locked myself out.â
âY/N, pleaseâŚâ
âOkay, okay⌠donât get all grumpy on me.â She stands, and I hover over her, uncertain how to help, torn between the urge to support her and the instinct to maintain some distance.
âHey, stop it.â She steadies herself with a hand on my arm. âIâm fine. I shouldnât have said anything.â
I lead her to my bedroom, showing her where the bathroom is. I offer her some of my clothes to change into, but she declines, insisting it wouldnât be the first time she slept in jeans.
She sits on the bed, and just as Iâm about to leave, she calls out, âYoongi?â
I turn, and she gestures for me to sit beside her, lying back on the comforter, vulnerability etched into her features.
I swallow hard as I lower myself next to her, the proximity amplifying the tension crackling in the air.
âIâm glad you donât hate me anymore.â
I stare awkwardly at her, afraid to move and wake her up. Leaning back against the headboard, I let the silence linger, my mind racing with all the things I want to say. I want to know herâreally know herânot just as the emotionally unavailable guy Iâve been until now.
Hoseok was rightâI've got it bad for Y/N Y/L/N.
I think I preferred it when Y/N was just a blurry thought in my mind, hidden behind a blindfold Iâd created to shield my heart. Back then, I didnât have to wrestle with the urge to kiss her or feel the tempting softness of her hair against my fingers. But now, the blindfold has slipped away, and so has my common sense. Here I am, a hopeless observer, lurking in the shadows as she sleeps, feeling like a total creep.
Her face is peaceful, like a canvas painted with serenity, only occasionally disturbed by the flutter of her lashes. Her lips form a perfect little "o," and the way her bangs fall delicately over her forehead sends my heart racing. I long to reach out, to push them aside, to bury my hands in her hair like I did before. Slowly, I lift my hand, inching it closer to her face, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
âJack!â Y/N suddenly cries out, her voice slicing through the silence like glass. My heart jumps. âThereâs a boat, Jack!â The frown that creases her brow twists her serene expression into something frantic, as if sheâs caught in a storm of dreams.
What is happening? Is she having a nightmare? Whoâs Jack?Â
Just as quickly, her face smooths over again, tranquility restored as if the storm has passed, leaving only a gentle breeze behind.
Isnât it just my luck? Y/N talks in her sleep, and apparently, sheâs got a soft spot for someone named Jackâmaybe a sailor too.Â
I could rent a boat. We could go sailing if she wanted. Maybe I could learn to sail. If Jack can do it, how hard could it be? Does she even like sailing? Iâll ask her tomorrow.
What am I even thinking? No, Iâm not going to ask her tomorrow, because we arenât going sailing. She can go with Jack for all I care.
I groan, burying my face in my hands, frustration and disbelief washing over me. Iâve seriously lost it. This is ridiculous.
âFucking Jess ate my Chobani again,â Y/N mutters, jolting me from my thoughts. Jess? Who the hell is that? And what even is a Chobani?
I should go. I shouldnât be here, lurking in the shadows, eavesdropping on this craziness.
âJonah Rodgers thinks Iâm sexyâŚâÂ
For the love of God! Is she trying to drive me mad?
Jonah Rodgers? The name sounds familiar. Do I know him? Is he that jerk who used to stalk her?Â
The stalker. Damn it. If I were still T.A.-ing, Iâd fail him for disrespecting Y/N in this way.
I canât take this anymore. If she mentions another guy, I swear Iâm going to lose it. I sit at the edge of the bed, ready to leave, but before I can move, Y/N speaks again.
âDoes Yoongi think Iâm sexy?âÂ
I do, I do, I doâŚ
âHmm⌠my Grumpy.âÂ
Her soft moan sends a jolt of electricity coursing through me, and Iâm utterly unpreparedâshredded, breathless, completely undone.Â
Does she mean me? She called me Grumpy once, right? Said I was the only Grumpy she knew. Am I her Grumpy?
Shit, shit, shit!
I slump back against the headboard, the realization both thrilling and terrifying.Â
Is Y/N dreaming about me? Is it wrong that this feels so right? That my heart is swelling with excitement at the thought of being part of her dreams?
I turn to look at her again. Sheâs frowning now, exaggerated and cute, her lips pouting in a way that tugs at my heart.
âDo not touch my samples, Becca!â Her voice is low and raspy. âDonât be so happy, Becca!â And then she smiles, as if a hidden joke just crossed her mind. âRun, Becca! Run!âÂ
Oh, sheâs definitely dreaming about me, just not in the way I had hoped.
Sheâs making fun of meâin her dreams.
Wonderful.
I groan, letting my head thud back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling as disappointment settles over me like a heavy shroud. I shouldnât be wishing for Y/N to dream about me; it would only complicate things. We canât be together; this will never work.
In a year, Iâll graduate, and then itâll be New York City, and Estelle all over again. Estelle and I had been together for four years when we graduated from Cornell. She wanted me to get a ârealâ job, to move with her to New York. She wanted me to abandon the chance for grad school at UW, to work at one of the top cancer research centers in the country. She made me choose, and I chose research.
And you know what? I have no regrets. Even though she didnât know everything about my parents, she knew it mattered to meâshe shouldnât have made me choose. So when she said, âIf you leave, weâre done,â I left. I figured I was better off alone, or as she put it, âend up alone and rot in lab hell.â It didnât seem like such a sacrifice thenâmy relationship with Estelle was mediocre at best.
So, I dove headfirst into grad school and landed in one of the best labs in the program. I didnât let any woman get in my way. I was focused, determinedâuntil I woke up four years later, an angry, bitter shell of a man, nursing my bruised pride.
What a wake-up call that was! Suddenly, I started noticing everythingâthe things I fought so hard to ignore. I had worn blinders for so long, and I missed so much.
Honestly, I never expected to feel so unfulfilled.
Isnât this what I wanted when I chose to leave Estelle? What am I missing? Why am I not enjoying my work anymore?
I glance at Y/N again. Her expression is peaceful once more, an angelic mask that makes me ache with longing. I can see myself falling for her easilyâif Iâm lucky, she might fall for me too. But then what?Â
Then Iâll have to choose: my work, my life, what I owe to my parents, over her. Sheâll make me choose, and Iâll choose scienceâcancer researchâand it will shatter us both. This time, it would be the greatest sacrifice Iâd ever have to make. And honestly, Iâm not even sure Iâd be strong enough to make that decision. If Y/N were to love me back, how could I hurt her like that?
I sigh, dragging a hand down my face, the weight of my thoughts pressing heavily on my chest.
Y/N is smiling now, giggling softly, her laughter a haunting melody in the quiet room. How someone can giggle in her sleep is beyond me. After a while, she calms, her breathing slowing even more. With a sigh, I close my eyes and wait, holding my breath for what she might say next.
I wake with a start, my neck and back screaming in protest from the unforgiving embrace of the headboard. I mustâve slept in the same awkward position all night, unmoving. Stretching my arms, I blink against the morning light, squinting at my watch. Seven oâclock. The realization hits me like a punch to the gutâY/N is gone.
Rubbing my sore neck, I drag myself out of bed and around the apartment, searching for any sign of her. Her bag and heels are missing. An uneasy feeling churns in my stomach as I plod back to the bed, my mind racing with questions about where she could have gone so early. Thatâs when I notice the slip of paper on the nightstand.
Morning, Grumpy!  I had to leave to get my keys from the landlord.  Thanks for letting me crash last night.  Sorry for your sore neck.  Y/N. :)
I face-plant onto the bed with a groan, trying to drown out the hollow emptiness she left behind. Her scent lingers on the pillows, sweet and intoxicating, wrapping around me like a vise. I inhale deeply, the fragrance filling my lungs, but instead of comfort, it brings a gnawing ache. Grumpy... Iâm her Grumpy. The thought claws at me, relentless and unyielding.
Monday drags in like a slow, inevitable doom. I sit silently in the lunchroom with Hoseok, who prattles on about the success of the recruitment party. His voice is background noise, barely penetrating my thoughts. Thankfully, he hasnât asked about Y/N yet.
âSo, is Yoonji coming this weekend?â he asks, mid-chew of his sandwich.
âYes. Friday,â I mutter, my mind elsewhere.
âAwesome! Oh manâŚâ He swallows, excitement clear in his voice. âI canât wait for next week! Spring Break: no undergrads, the gyms and bars all to ourselves!â
âIs it Spring Break next week?â My voice cracks, surprise jolting me back to reality. I had completely forgotten.
âYeah!â
Great. My stomach twists with dread. Is Y/N leaving for Spring Break? She probably is, isnât she? The uneasy feeling intensifies, so I shove a forkful of macaroni into my mouth, trying to silence it.
âWhatâs up your ass?â Hoseok asks suddenly, narrowing his eyes at me.
I shake my head, dismissing him
. âNothing.â
âNothing? Seriously?â His disbelief is palpable. âYou look like you just downed a bottle of aspirin. Come on, tell me whatâs wrong.âÂ
His eyes are kind, but they only intensify the frustration bubbling beneath the surface.Â
I stare down at my plate, willing the irritation to simmer down. Heâs my best friendâhe deserves to know. But how can I explain this mess? The whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me?Â
âY/NâŚâ I finally murmur, the name tasting foreign on my tongue.Â
âY/N? The girl you were with at the party? What about her?â
âUhâŚshe crashed here last night. She left this morning to get her keys from the landlord.â I avoid his gaze, my cheeks warming at the admission.
âDude, thatâs awesome!â he grins, elbowing me lightly. âSo, you guys are getting serious?â
I scoff, shaking my head. âI donât know about that.â
Hoseokâs smile falters. âWhat do you mean? You like her, right?â
âOf course I do!â The admission bursts out before I can stop myself, surprising both of us. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the tide of emotions swelling within me. âBut it canât go anywhere. Sheâs leaving, Hoseok. Sheâs probably going to some fancy college or⌠some fancy job.â
âSo? You guys can make it work! Do you want to make it work?â
âI donât know! I donât want to hurt her. I canâtâŚâ I trail off, frustration bubbling back to the surface. âI canât let myself get caught up in this. Iâve worked too hard for my future to throw it all away for her.â
âWait, what? Throw it all away? You really think you canât have both? That you canât just have fun while also focusing on your studies?â
Iâm silent, my insides twisting again, a potent mix of anger and sadness at the thought of losing Y/N. âItâs not that simple,â I finally reply.
âWhy not? You just told me she crashed here last night! You canât pretend this doesnât matter! You canât keep running from it forever, Yoongi!â His voice rises, frustration spilling over.
âWhy are you getting so worked up over this?â I snap, staring at him with incredulity.
âBecause Iâm sick of seeing you sulk, man!â His hands fly up in exasperation. âYou canât keep pretending like this doesnât matter! Just tell her how you feel, for fuckâs sake!â
I shake my head, the weight of his words crashing down around me, the walls closing in. I feel suffocated, cornered. âWhat if sheâs not interested? What if I scare her away?â
âThen at least youâll know! At least youâll have closure, and you can move on!âÂ
His voice rings in my ears, echoing through the tangled web of my thoughts. I look down, realizing heâs right.Â
I take a deep breath, steadiness creeping back in. âYouâre right.â I want to scream. âYouâre so right.â But the truth sits heavy on my chest.Â
But what if Iâm not strong enough to risk everything again? What if I lose her before I ever get to really have her?Â
When I get back to the lab, my phone beeps with a new email.
From: Y/N Y/L/N, ynyln(at)u(.)washington(.)edu  Sent: Monday, March 21, 2024, 1:18 PM  To: Yoongi Min, ygmin(at)u(.)washington(.)edu
Hey Yoongi,
Is it okay if I miss lab on Tuesday and Wednesday? I have midterms this week before Spring Break, but I promise Iâll make up for the lost time afterward.
Y/N
Sheâs leaving.
The thought crashes over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under, swirling with anxiety and dread. She wonât even be here this week. The uncertainty gnaws at my insides, promising nothing but torture ahead.
From: Yoongi Min, ygmin(at)u(.)washington(.)edu  Sent: Monday, March 21, 2024, 1:20 PM  To: Y/N Y/L/N, ynyln(at)u(.)washington(.)edu
Fine.
Yoongi Min  PhD Candidate  Kim Lab  Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center  1100 Fairview Avenue North  Seattle, WA 98109-1024
Itâs official: I fucking hate Spring Break.
As soon as I get home, desperation drives me to call Yoonji. I tell myself itâs to find out when Y/N will be back, but really, I need to spill everythingâthe kiss, the night Y/N slept in my bed, the haunting thought of her heading to Cabo for Spring Break.
âYoongi, I just donât understand,â Yoonji says, her voice cutting through the fog in my mind. Iâm sprawled on the couch, head tilted back, an arm draped over my eyes like a shield against reality.
âTo be honest, I think what youâre doing is stupid,â she continues, her frustration palpable. âYouâre miserable. I can feel it. Why wonât you give yourself a chance toââ
âTo what, Yoonji? You remember what happened with Estelle.â
âPlease, Estelle was an unsupportive bitch.â
âI donât even know Y/N that well!â I blurt out, my voice sharper than I intended. The fear of history repeating itself looms over me like a dark cloud.
âY/N wonât make you choose, Yoongi.â
âYou donât know that.â
âYou said sheâs incredibly determined, that she loves research even more than you used to. That doesnât sound like someone who would oppose you continuing on this path.â
âI donât know, Yoonji.â I sigh, running my hands over my face, feeling the weight of her words settle heavily on my shoulders.
âGive yourself the opportunity to get to know her. Donât deny yourself the chance to be with her just because youâre afraid to feel something.â
âIâm not afraid of feeling anything,â I snap, though the truth is, Iâm drowning in emotions already. âBut Iâll be done with the program in a year.â
âSo what? A lot can happen in a year. You know that better than anyone.â
I groan, conceding. Sheâs right. Sheâs always right.
âYouâre hurting. You care about her, Yoongi. Why do you have to be so blind?â Yoonjiâs frustration seeps through the phone, and I can almost picture her pacing, running a hand through her hair.
âWhat do you suggest I do? Ask her out?â I retort, the idea weighing heavily on my mind. âSheâs my undergrad! I donât even know if sheâs interested in me.â
âDidnât you say she kissed you back?â
âYes. But she also said she didnât want to jeopardize her experience in the lab.â
âThat means sheâs smart. You shouldnât let your feelings affect your work, especially if sheâs under you. But that doesnât mean you canât have a relationship outside of lab.â
The thought of being with Y/N outside those sterile walls sends my heart racing. I lean back against the couch, releasing a shaky breath I didnât know I was holding.
âHave you talked about it again? Have you told her how you feel?â Yoonji presses, her voice softening.
âNo. I decided to pretend it never happened.â
âGeez, Yoongi. For such a smart guy, you can be so dense.â Her exasperated sigh echoes in my ears, and I remain silent, letting her words sink in. âYou need to talk to her, tell her whatâs going on. See what she wants. Tell her what you want.â
Staring at the ceiling, I weigh the possibility of confessing my feelings to Y/N. The prospect terrifies me, yet the urge to be honest gnaws at my insides.
âYoongi, do you know what you want?â she asks gently.
âYes. I want to go to sleep.âÂ
Her frustrated sigh tells me she senses Iâm closing off again.
âDo you want to be with her?â she probes softly.
âIâve never wanted anyone more.â
The truth spills out, raw and unfiltered. Her squeal of excitement on the other end makes me rub my hands on my thighs, trying to contain my nerves.
âThen do yourself a favor and talk to her. Iâd bet good money sheâs already crazy about you.â Her enthusiasm is contagious, and I find myself considering it more seriously.
We end the call, but sleep eludes me. Images of Y/N in a bikini invade my mind, and thereâs no chance of me sleeping tonight.
When I step back into the lab on Thursday after lunch, Iâm completely unprepared for the sight of Y/N. Sheâs there, smiling, and it catches me off guard, my heart racing like itâs just run a marathon. I thought sheâd be gone by now, off to live her Spring Break fantasies. My mind has been a battlefield all week, flooded with images of her carefree adventures. Googling âSpring Break activitiesâ had been a catastrophic mistake.
Sheâs not in her usual lab coat today; instead, sheâs wearing a fitted sweater that hugs her figure just right, the V-neck revealing a tantalizing hint of her collarbones. The dark fabric contrasts beautifully with her pale skin, and my imagination betrays me, picturing that skin in a bikini. All I can see is red.
Thankfully, Jimin is nowhere in sight.
âI thought you had better things to do this week,â I say, my voice sharper than I intended as I walk past her, heading toward my desk.
âWhat do you mean?â Her smile vanishes, replaced by confusion.
âI didnât know you were coming today. I donât have time for this.â I wave my hand dismissively, trying to suppress the storm brewing inside me.
âFor what? IâI donât understand.â
These lies spill from my mouth uncontrollably. âHonestly, Y/N, sometimes I think youâre just here for the credits. This isnât how science works. You need to be consistent.â My voice rises, and I see her flinch.
âWhy are you yelling at me? Is this because I missed two days? Iâm sorry, Yoongi. I had to study. I promise Iâll make up for it.â
I rub my forehead, frustration clawing at my insides. I know this isnât her fault, but the anger bubbles over. âHave fun on Spring Break,â I grit out as I storm past her, my heart pounding in my chest.
âYoongi?â she calls after me, but I keep walking, desperate for fresh air. The cool spring breeze feels like a lifeline, and I gulp it in, trying to calm the chaos inside me. I canât keep doing this. This is madness.
I donât get far before I hear Y/Nâs voice again, breathless and firm. âYoongi, whatâs the matter with you?â I hadnât realized sheâd followed me. I turn around, and there she isâconfused, hurt, and heartbreakingly beautiful.
Thereâs no point in pretending anymore. I canât keep up the facade. âI donât think you really want to know, Y/N.â I run a hand down my face, trying to keep my composure.
She crosses her arms, waiting, an expectant look in her eyes.
âI fucking hate Spring Break, okay? I hate the thought of you parading around with some frat losers, being young, drunk, and reckless. I hate it. I hate all of it.â
Her expression shifts from confusion to understanding, and she relaxes, placing her hands on her hips. A corner of her mouth quirks up. âWhat are you talking about?â
Is she seriously smirking?
âIâm talking about you going to Cabo San Lucas for Spring Break.â
âWho said I was going to Cabo?â Now sheâs fully smiling.
âI donât know, I just assumed⌠arenât you all?â I mumble, embarrassed.
âYou have some serious misconceptions about undergrads, Yoongi. Weâre not all the same. And thatâs not me at all.â
âSo youâre not going away for Spring Break?â I ask, still staring at my feet, not wanting to look her in the eye.
âNo, Iâm not. I was actually looking forward to spending more time in the lab, making up for this week.â
Relief floods through me, but itâs tangled with a crushing sense of shame. âYouâre not going away? Youâre staying here?â My voice is barely a whisper.
âYes. Thatâs what I said.â
I stagger back, feeling like an idiot. I canât believe I snapped at her like that. As my anger fades, embarrassment rushes in, making my knees feel weak. I might seriously pass out.
âYoongi? Are you all right?â
I let out a humorless laugh. No, Iâm not all right. This is too much.
She steps closer, and I know I wonât be able to resist kissing her if she comes any nearer. I lift my hand in warning and take another step back.
âYoongi?â Ignoring my gesture, she moves closer and stands right in front of me.
I close my eyes, the truth spilling out uncontrollably. âAll I could think about was some punk with his shirt off, a baseball cap on backward, shoving beer down your throat... and it made me want to murder someone.â My hand clutches my chest, heart racing.
She gigglesâat my agony? My eyes snap open, and her smile fades under my intense stare. âThese past few days have been torture,â I continue. âI canât get you out of my mind. All I can think about is youâyour lips on mine, your legs around my waist. You drive me insane, Y/N. I canât think straight.â
Y/Nâs eyes shine with emotion, and she closes the distance between us, resting her head against my chest. My hand instinctively finds its way to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair. She pulls away slightly, and I lift her chin with two fingers, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes glisten, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, cheeks flushed a delicate pink.
When our lips touch, the electric current between us is undeniable. I close my eyes, exhaling through my nose, and cup her face, my thumb brushing her ear, fingers caressing her neck. Y/N grips my shirt, pulling herself closer. When my tongue slips into her mouth, a moan escapes me at the sweetness of her taste.
I canât stay away from her anymore. Iâm not strong enough.
Y/N wraps a hand around my neck, pulling me even closer. My hand travels down her back, wrapping tightly around her waist. I know she can feel my arousal pressing against her, but I donât care. When she whimpers against my mouth, I know she feels the same.
Is it possible sheâs been yearning for this as much as I have?Â
Tell her what you want, Min.
âY/N, wait.â I gently push her back, keeping one hand on her face. She stumbles slightly, holding onto my arm, looking dazed. âI donât want this to be another kiss you regret. I donât want you to be swept away by the moment. I want⌠I want more.â
She gapes at me, panting.
âIâm sorry Iâm being so blunt, but I canât hide this anymore.â I drop my hands to my sides and step back.
âWhat are you trying to say, Yoongi?â Her confusion is evident.
âWhat Iâm trying to say is that I want to see you tomorrow.â
âTomorrow? I-I think I can come in the afternoon between classes.â
âJesus Christ, Y/N! Would you listen to me? I donât need you to come to the lab. I want to see you outside of the lab.â
I pinch my nose, trying to calm down, afraid my intensity will scare her away.
âOhâŚâ
âMy cousin is coming to visit. Weâre all going out for drinks. Do you want to come with me?â
She looks at me, and then she nods. âOkay.â
Okay⌠she said yes. Oh my god, she said yes.
I take a deep breath. âIâm sorry I snapped at you like that.â
âI know,â she replies, giving me a small grin that weakens my knees. My hand reaches for her face again, addicted to the softness of her skin as I brush her hair behind her ear and stroke her cheek. She stares into my eyes, cheeks burning, and Iâm debating whether to kiss her again when I see Jinâs car pull into the parking lot, and I drop my hand immediately.
ShitâŚ
Y/N glances back and sees Jin getting out of his car.
âI should go study, thenâŚâ She looks back at me, and I nod, feeling a mix of regret and anticipation. âIâll catch you later. Call me about tomorrow.â She brushes a timid finger down my arm before turning to leave.
I stay outside for a few more minutes, gathering my thoughts and waiting for my heart to calm down.Â
I did it. I asked Y/N out... sort of.
Now what?
Yoonji had turned into a shadow in my apartment, trailing me as I prepared for what felt like the most important night of my life. âHave you been using that stubble trimmer I got you?â she asked, her fingers grazing my jaw as if she were assessing a work of art.Â
I nodded, feeling uneasy under her watchful gaze. Deep down, I was already regretting the group date we had planned. The thought of going out with Y/N sent my heart racing; adding my cousin and a few friends into the mix felt like a cosmic joke, and I was definitely the punchline.Â
As I rifled through my chaotic closet, I tried to tune her out, running my fingers through my damp hair in a futile attempt to calm my nerves.Â
âI think Iâve died and gone to heaven.â Leave it to Yoonji to treat every moment like a Broadway performance. I shot her a glare, barely suppressing my frustration as I swept past her in search of my jacket.Â
âYouâre wearing a polo shirt?â she challenged, disbelief lacing her tone.Â
âWhatâs wrong with a polo shirt?â I snapped, slapping my hands against my thighs in exasperation. The anxiety gnawed at me, and her judgment only fueled the fire.Â
Yoonji stepped closer, her expression softening. âYoongi, my oblivious cousin, thereâs absolutely nothing wrong with that polo shirt. As long as it doesnât have holes in it.âÂ
Relief washed over me like a tide, momentarily pushing my worries aside. I had never cared much for her opinion on my wardrobe; that had never mattered before. But tonight? It wasnât Yoonjiâs approval I cravedâit was Y/Nâs. I wanted to be more than the cynical grad student she saw in class.
âYou look great,â Yoonji said, her smile coaxing a small, reluctant grin from me in return. âIf just thinking about her has you acting like this nervous mess, I already know Iâm going to love her.â
Yoonji had made it clear sheâd ride with Hoseok and Serena so I could pick up Y/N alone. Now, I found myself parked outside her building, panic clawing at my insides. My palms felt clammy as I smoothed them over my thighs, my heart thumping violently against my ribs, and my mouth was desert-dry. It had been ages since Iâd done anything like this. Estelle and I had never ventured out much together; I had buried myself in my studies while she lived her own life, leaving me utterly out of practice.
Despite the storm of anxiety raging within me, excitement bubbled up as I thought of Yoonji, Hoseok, and even Serena meeting Y/N. They needed to see how extraordinary she wasâsmart, caring, and hilariously funny. What thrilled me most was the prospect of spending time with Y/N outside the sterile confines of our lab, engaging with her as something more than just colleagues.
I banged my head against the steering wheel a few times, trying to settle my frayed nerves. My heart leaped when a knock on the window broke through my spiraling thoughts. There she wasâY/N, standing outside with that bright smile and a wave. I quickly unlocked the door, feeling like an utter fool.Â
âHeyâŚâ she said as she slid into the car.Â
âIâm sorry. I was going to get you. Just⌠got distracted,â I admitted, feeling like an idiot for letting her down.
âItâs okay.â She shrugged. âBetter this way anyway. I didnât want Jess to see us.â
âJess?â The name floated through my mind, familiar yet vagueâwasnât she the one from Y/Nâs sleep ramblings? The one with the boat?
âJessica, my roommate,â she explained. âShe was in your class last year, and she knows Iâm working in your lab⌠so I donât want any rumors spreading, you know?â
âMy class?â I felt disbelief surge within me. How could this be?
âIntro to Micro. Last Fall. You were our T.A.,â she said matter-of-factly.
âWhat?âÂ
âWe were both in your class,â she added, unfazed by my shock.
âI was your T.A. last year?â
âYes.âÂ
âAre you sure it was me?â I grasped at straws. How could I have overlooked her?
She turned toward me, eyebrow raised in that cute way she had. âOh, Iâm sure.âÂ
âIâm so sorry,â I blurted out. How could I have forgotten her?Â
âItâs okay. You keep to yourself. I get it.âÂ
âDo we know each other from anywhere else?â My worry twisted into a knot. Had I brushed past her countless times, completely blind to her presence?Â
So much time wasted. How incredibly foolish of me.
âJust that class in the fall. Unless you count all the times I waved at you at the gym or smiled at you every Saturday as you passed by my table at the library after getting your coffee.âÂ
She had been right there all along, and I had missed her completely.
âShit, Y/N. Iâm so sorry. Iâve been such an idiot!â I pounded the heel of my hand against my forehead a few times, embarrassment crashing over me.
âHey, itâs okay.â Y/N reached for my hand, gently pulling it away from my face.
âNo, itâs not. I was completely blind⌠and I feel like Iâve wasted so much time.âÂ
âWell, Iâm here nowâŚâ She smiled, releasing my hand.
âYou are.âÂ
âAnd you can see me now, right?âÂ
âYouâre all I see nowâŚâ The truth swelled in my chest, echoing through me. Y/N was all that mattered, the only one who could unravel this tangled mess of a heart I had.Â
âYou see?â she said, clasping her hands over her lap. âWhen you say stuff like that, it makes it really hard to believe you can be such a grump.â She smiled, a shy yet bold thing, and my instinct was to lean in and kiss her, but I tamped down my urge for the sake of the group date.
âWell, no need to worry. Iâm still very much a grump.â I offered a wry smile, taking a deep breath. âShall we do this?âÂ
Y/N nodded, and I started the car.Â
I didnât mind being a grump, as long as I could be her grump.
When we pulled up to the bar, I rushed to open Y/N's door, but of course, she was already climbing out by the time I reached her side. My gaze landed on the exposed skin of her collarbones, the freckles scattered across her chestâhow had I missed them in the car?
Her white top hung loosely on her frame, the neckline dipping low enough to reveal just a hint too much. Luckily, she wore something underneath, but the sheer fabric let me catch glimpses of her silhouette. Apparently, I wasnât the only one who noticedâsome guy outside was staring at her like she was the last meal on earth. My hand found her lower back as I guided her inside, urgency propelling me forward.
Hoseok, Yoonji, and Serena were already at a table, and when Yoonji spotted us, her face lit up like it was Christmas morning. I half-expected her to pull out a camera.
âY/N, this is my cousin, Yoonji. Yoonji, this is Y/N.â Before I could finish my introduction, Yoonji sprang to her feet.
âY/N!â she exclaimed, pulling Y/N into an enthusiastic embrace. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she cast me a cheeky grin. âItâs so nice to finally meet you!â
âYoonji, calm down,â I thought, but I couldnât help but feel a flutter of excitement.Â
âNice to meet you too, Yoonji,â Y/N replied, her sweetness radiating like a warm glow.
âAnd youâve already met Hoseok and Serena.â I gestured to the other two goofballs, who were now staring at Y/N like she was some kind of celestial being.
âHi, Y/N! Howâs life in the undergraduate world?â Hoseok teased as I pulled out a chair for her.
âLotta drinking, lotta partying⌠you know, same old, same old.â Y/N shrugged, grinning, and I could see she had already charmed Hoseok.
âSo⌠letâs get to the important stuff.â Hoseok waved a hand at me, a smirk growing on his face. I knew it wouldnât take long for the teasing to kick in. I rolled my eyes.
âOh! I know! Yoongi is wearing a polo shirt,â Serena piped up.
âI guess hell froze over, baby,â Hoseok snorted.
âI completely approve, by the way,â Yoonji chimed in, not even bothering to glance my way.
Here we go. I was about to shoot them all a glare when Y/Nâs gentle touch on my thigh sent my heart soaring. My eyes darted to hersâshe wore a smile that made everything else fade away.
âThe cologne⌠maybe a tad too much?â I heard Serena say.
âHey, I suggested that!â Yoonji shot back.
The banter continued, but I was lost in Y/Nâs gaze, enchanted by the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled at me. The world around us dimmed; it was just her fingers entwined with mine, brushing softly against my palm, the gentle caress of her thumb sending shivers down my spine.
A moment too soon, Y/N turned to address the others. âWhy do you guys talk about him like heâs not in the room?â Her words hung in the air, stunning everyone into silence.
I couldnât believe it. In less than an hour, she had managed to charm my friends while cutting straight to the heart of the matter.
âWell, youâre with him now,â Yoonji finally said, a sly smile creeping across her face. âItâs our job to protect you.â
I would have preferred they protect me from their embarrassing stories, but Y/N seemed to revel in it.
âProtect me from what?â she asked, laughter bubbling in her voice.
âHis awful sense of humor,â Serena said, her eyes dancing with mischief.
âOkay, Iâm warning you,â I said, grinning back. âYou may want to turn around and leave right now.â
Y/N giggled, clearly enjoying herself.
âHey, if you leave me now, Iâm going to assume youâre all crazy,â she said, her smile wide and infectious.Â
I couldnât help but smile back, knowing this night was going to be unforgettable.
As night settled over us, the world transformed into a playground of laughter and playful banter, wrapped in a soft, velvety blanket. The drinks flowed like a tide, and my heart raced with the electric thrill of the evening. I watched Y/N mingle with my friends, and in that moment, something inside me sparked to life, hinting at possibilities I had yet to explore.
I leaned closer, our shoulders brushing, a daring move that sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. âWhat are you doing to me?â I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
âJust being me,â she replied, her tone light, but the glimmer in her eyes suggested deeper currents.
âCan I hold your hand?â The request slipped from my lips, fragile as a moth's wing.
Surprise flickered across her face as she weighed my words. âYes.â
The moment our fingers intertwined, warmth rushed through me, narrowing my focus to the electric connection between us. In the distance, Hoseok's teasing banter continued, and Yoonji was lost in conversation with Serena, but they faded into the background. All that mattered was Y/N and the magnetic pull that bound us together.
Yoonjiâs voice broke through my reverie. "I'm staying with Em and Serena tonight," she whispered in my ear.
âYoonji, you donât need toââ
âNonsense!â she insisted, her grin stretching wide. âI love her,â she mouthed as she walked away, and I couldnât help but smile, glancing down at Y/N.
âOh, youâre not coming with us?â Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued.
âNope! I need to help Serena pick an outfit for tomorrow. It was really nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope to see you soon!â Yoonji hugged her again, whispering something I couldnât catch.
Before long, Y/N and I were walking toward my car. I opened the door for her, and she smiled as she slid in. As I drove to her apartment, she asked about Yoonji and our bond. I shared how I moved in with them when I was thirteen, how weâd become like siblings, grateful she didnât pry into the reasons behind it. Tonight wasnât the time for shadows of my past.
A comfortable silence fell between us, an unspoken acknowledgment of the fleeting moments we shared. Soon, we arrived in front of her building, and reality crashed inâI was running out of time.
âCan I be honest?â she asked, her voice breaking the silence like a warm breeze.
âPlease⌠always.â
âI donât want to go home just yet.â She looked at me through her lashes, and my heart raced, a wild beat echoing in my chest.
âCan I be honest too?â I asked, inching closer.
She nodded, biting her lip.
âI really want to kiss you right now.â I leaned in slightly.
Her breath hitched, and she let out a soft sigh. âCan I? Kiss you?â My voice was barely audible, filled with anticipation.
She nodded once, a small smile lighting up her face. I reached for her, brushing her hair back before gently cupping the nape of her neck and pulling her closer.
Our kiss started softly, exploring each other with tentative tenderness. But it quickly grew desperate, fueled by a hunger we could no longer deny. Her hand gripped my shirt, pulling me closerâjust as eager. I let my hands roam, one resting on her thigh while the other tangled in her hair, my heart racing with every heartbeat.
âY/NâŚâ I breathed against her neck, fighting to maintain control. âYou need to go inside now, or I donât think Iâll be able to let you go.â
âWhy donât you come inside with me?â She pulled my face from her neck, her eyes shimmering with mischief and warmth. âJessica should be gone by now. Itâs Spring Break, remember? I might be the only undergrad left.â
The invitation hung in the air, electric and intoxicating. She wanted me to come home with her. Alone. My mind raced as I followed her into her cozy apartment, a space filled with personal touches and the inviting scent of vanilla.
âWelcome to Casa de Jess and Y/N!â she announced, her excitement infectious. âDo you want a tour, Mister?â
I grinned at her playful spirit. âIf youâd be so kind, Madam.â
With exaggerated politeness, she led me through her apartment, showing off each room like a proud hostess. âAnd this is my bedroom.â When she opened the door, my breath caught. It looked like a whimsical explosion of colorâpink and feathers everywhere, a bright pink comforter proclaiming âLittle Princessâ in white letters.
âOh dear GodâŚâ I muttered, glancing around.
âWhat do you think?â she asked, a hint of seriousness in her tone.
I scratched my neck, searching for the right words. âUm⌠well⌠interesting choice of colors, Y/N.â
She burst into laughter, the sound bright and carefree, and I looked at her, puzzled.
âOh my God! Your face! Priceless!â she exclaimed, doubling over in giggles. âThis is Jessica's room!â She laughed so hard she had to lean against the doorframe for support.
âOh thank GodâŚâ I exhaled in relief. âI donât think I could sleep in here without having nightmares.â I leaned against the doorframe, smiling at the chaos.
But then, her expression shifted from playful to serious as she stepped closer. âDo you expect to be sleeping in my bed anytime soon, Mr. Min?â
âShit⌠no⌠Iâm sorry. Thatâs not what I meant.â I ran a hand through my hair, mortified.
âHeyâŚâ She stepped between my legs, her hand resting on my chest. âI was joking.â She smiled up at me, and my heart raced. I wanted her, needed her, craved her.
I traced her lip with my thumb. âYou know whatâs the first thing I noticed about you, Y/N?â She shook her head, her gaze locked on mine. âYour smile⌠Itâs beautiful.â
Her smile widened. âWhen you smile, you get all gummy and your face softens. Your teeth are small, too. Itâs adorable.â
âAdorable? Here I am, telling you I love your smile, and you tell me mine is imperfect. Iâm hurt,â I joked, placing a hand over my heart.
âItâs not imperfect. Itâs crooked and mind-blowingly sexy.â She giggled, and I couldnât help but snort.
âSee? There it is.â She framed my face with her hands and pulled me into a kiss. Her lips were soft, and I tried to crouch down to level us, but it felt awkward. Instead, I lifted her by the waist, her legs wrapping around my hips. Y/Nâs arms encircled my neck as she deepened the kiss. When her tongue slipped into my mouth, I moaned, pressing her against the doorframe where laughter had just echoed.
My breath came in desperate gasps as I pulled away, kissing along her neck, but the fire ignited within me burned too bright to resist. Her whimpers drove me wild, and there was only so much I could take.
âNext door to the left,â she whispered in my ear.
Holy shitâŚ
I carried her to her bedroom, still wrapped around me. As soon as I opened the door, her scent enveloped me, divine and overwhelming. Trying to stay composed, I ended up slumping onto the bed with her. She squealed and giggled, pulling off my polo shirt. Her hand traced patterns on my chest, making me shudder.
Every cell in my body was on high alert, every touch amplified.
"Y/NâŚ" I groaned when her fingers traced the button-fly of my jeans. "You make me feel like a fucking teenager."
She giggled as my lips found hers. Her hand slipped into my boxers, and when she grasped me, I groaned loudly into her lips. She stroked me tentatively, softly but firmly. After a few strokes, it was too much.
"Y/N, stop⌠please," I begged, panting into her neck. "Iâm going to cum in your hand. I need to slow down."
"Sorry." She released me, sighing. "Too much⌠too soon?"
"Yes⌠No⌠I-I just need a minute." I pressed my forehead into her neck, trying to regain control.
"Okay," she whispered, her hand returning to my hair.
My hands found their way under her shirt, pulling it off. The sight of her, arms stretched above her head, devilish smile on her lips, took my breath away.
"Polkadots?" I teased as her hands flew to my neck, pulling me back into a kiss. Her kisses were eager, biting and pulling at my lip, straining my self-control.
I kissed her neck, my hand slipping under her back. "God, you are so beautifulâŚ" I whispered, unclasping her bra.
Her bra off, I trailed kisses from her neck to her chest, my hands cupping her breasts. Y/N squirmed under me, her moans driving me crazy.
"Can I touch you now?" Her voice was raspy with desire.
"Not yet," I whispered, unbuttoning her jeans.
"Not fairâŚ" she moaned as my fingers dipped into her panties.
My fingers found nothing but wetness, silkiness, and smoothness, a tantalizing blend that drove me wild with anticipation. My dick throbbed painfully as I ground against her leg, barely able to contain myself any longer.
âGod, Y/NâŚâ I murmured, my voice a strained whisper.
She whimpered beneath me, her body trembling as my fingers traced circles to pleasure her. I slipped one finger inside, then another, and her scream of my name filled the room, echoing in my ears like a symphony of ecstasy. The sheer joy of her response made me want to cry into her neck.
âYoongi, pleaseâŚâ she panted, her hands pulling at my hair, desperate. âI want to touch you⌠please⌠I need to feel you.â
GodâŚ
In one swift move, I had Y/N completely naked beneath me, her chest heaving with gasps. I fumbled for the condom in my wallet, and in mere seconds, I was naked too, hovering over her. Wrapping her wrist in my hand, I guided her to touch meâevery inch of me.
Her hand clasped around me, guiding me to her entrance, spreading her wetness. I kept one hand on her breast, the other gripping the blanket next to her face, my control slipping with every passing second. Our eyes locked, the intensity between us palpable.
âYoongi, what are we doing?â Her hand still gripped me, her voice a mix of wonder and worry.
âGod⌠I donât knowâŚâ I panted, my forehead resting on her neck.
âIs this wrong?â
âFeels right to me.â I groaned into her shoulder as she increased the pressure with her hand.
âI mean⌠isnât this against the rules?â
How could she be coherent right now? I was on the brink of losing it, and I wasnât even inside her yet!
âI-I donât know, Y/N⌠Honestly, the rules are very blurry right now.â
âI want you,â she whispered huskily into my ear.
âGod, Y/N. I want you too⌠so fucking much.â
âWould we get in trouble for this?â Her voice held a clear note of worry.
I lifted my head to meet her gaze. âI donât know⌠I donât care⌠Do you?â
Please, please, please, donât ask me to stop now. PleaseâŚ
She shook her head, pulling my face closer to hers in a kiss, positioning herself for me to enter her.
Thank you, God.
Our eyes stayed locked as our bodies connected, the sensation of being surrounded by her utterly mind-blowing. I needed a moment to adjust, Y/Nâs moans and the arch of her back driving me insane as I slowly reached the deepest part of her.
I pulled out as slowly as I could manage, then pushed back in. My eyes rolled back, hands gripping her hips, a moan escaping through my clenched jaw. Nothing in my life had ever compared to this, to being with her. No one came even close.
Our bodies moved in sync, and a new terror gripped me: the fear of not lasting long enough to satisfy her. I sought distractions in her breasts, her neck, her lips, but every part of her only turned me on more.
So, I distracted myself mentally, reciting the first thing that came to mind:
Thereâs antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium⌠And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium... And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium⌠And iron, americium, ruthenium, uraniumâŚ
The words spun through my mind, a desperate attempt to hold onto control, as I plunged deeper into the intoxicating feeling of her.
It's Tuesday morning, and the sun hasn't even thought about rising yet. The lab calls out to me with its endless list of tasks, each one promising that today won't be long enough to tackle them all. I feel exhausted, bone-deep weary from days that have been both draining and, honestly, the best of my life.
Y/N and I spent the weekend wrapped up in each other, mostly on her bed or the couch. Itâs a novel experience for meâtaking a break from work on a weekendâbut I still managed to squeeze in some research: exploring every inch of Y/Nâs body, learning her curves, her soft spots, and the way she sighs when sheâs lost in the moment. Iâm hopelessly addicted, and I doubt Iâll ever get enough.
In between those moments of passion, she opened up about her family, her childhood, and the accident that changed everything. I kept my past hidden, deflecting the conversation back to her with more questions. I learned that I influenced her decision to join Jinâs lab; she remembered me from my time as her oblivious T.A. I teased her about being a little stalker, but the truth is, I loved hearing her talk.
Y/N could chatter for hours, and more surprisingly, I found that I could listen willingly and happily. Sheâs an amazing cook, and with each passing day, she feels more and more like a miracle. I kept adding to my mental list of quirky Y/N facts: her underwear is never a solid colorâalways striped or patterned, like the bra with little pineapples. She re-watches movies until she knows the dialogue by heart. When she made me watch a film about the Titanic, I laughed when I thought it was a documentary. After that, I decided against any sailing plans.
But Monday brought a harsh return to reality. Seeing her in the lab, just out of reach, was tortureâpun intended. She wanted to dive into her experiments, and since I skipped the lab all weekend, I had a mountain of work to tackle. We managed to keep things professional, but the tension in the air was thick. Monday nights were reserved for her familyâs Skype calls, leaving me alone, tossing and turning in my bed, missing her like crazy.
As I trudged through the hallways, still groggy, I spotted Y/N sitting by the lab door. With her earphones in, she was bobbing her head, lost in her own world. The moment she saw me, she pulled them out, a broad smile lighting up her face.
I swear Iâll never tire of that smileâŚ
âGod, Y/N. What are you doing here so early?â I grumble, struggling to match her morning cheer.
âI couldnât sleep! Iâm dying to see if the experiment worked!â she exclaims, bouncing on her toes.
Of courseâŚ
âMhmâ I mumble, fumbling for the keys.Â
âItâs nerve-racking! A whole day of work, then waiting sixteen hoursâsixteen hours!âto see the results?âÂ
The key sticks in the lock, and I jiggle it impatiently.Â
âCâmon, câmonâŚâ she chants, practically bouncing.
âY/NâŚâ I groan, turning to her. âI havenât had coffee yet. Would you calm down?â
Finally, the door clicks open, and she bolts inside, nearly tripping over me. She rushes straight to the incubator, while I drag myself to my desk, her excited chants of âYES! YES! YES!â echoing behind me.
I canât help but snort. I guess her experiment worked.
She sets the petri dishes on the bench, and her squeal of delight fills the room. âThey worked!â she cries, launching herself at me. I barely catch her as she wraps her legs around my waist.
How does she have this much energy? Itâs not even eight yet!
âJesus Christ, woman! What are you on this morning?âÂ
Her arms encircle my neck, and she beams at me, making my own lips twitch upward.
âHi, Grumpy.â She runs a hand through my hair.
âHiâŚâ
âGood morning.â
âMorning, Y/N.â
Her lips find mine, and Iâm a goner. I moan into her mouth as she tugs at my hair, ready to take her right there on the bench, on the floorâanywhere. But weâre in the lab.
âY/NâŚâ I whisper, kissing her neck.
âHmmm?â
âSomeone might come in.â I nibble her earlobe, making her squirm.
âItâs early,â she whispers, her voice husky as she pulls at my hair.Â
GodâŚ
I set her down on the bench, clumsily knocking over some plates. âShit... sorry.â I try to pick them up, but sheâs pulling at my jeans, pressing herself against me, and I make a bigger mess.
âDid you touch my samples?â she asks, feigning anger, echoing my words from when I snapped at her earlier.
I smile, but the way she bites her lip and the hooded look in her eyes snaps my resolve. My lips crash into hers, and my hands slide under her shirt as I press her back onto the bench, scattering more plates.
Fuck, Iâm going to ruin her experiment.
I lift her, her legs locking around my waist. I mean to move her to the unused bench behind me, but her grinding against me messes with my balance. I knock over a chair, slamming my back against the corner of the bench. Groaning in pain, I secure her in my arms.
âAre you okay?âÂ
The pain clears my head. Reality rushes back, and I realize what weâre about to doâin the lab, on a Tuesday morning, when anyone could walk in.
Just then, I hear rattling keys from the hallway.
FuckâŚ
I set Y/N down, and she stumbles. I steady her, stepping back just as Jimin walks in.
Y/N smooths her shirt, picking up plates, her face a vivid crimson. I run a hand through my hair, rubbing my sore back with the other. The pain is nothing compared to the throbbing in my pants, but thereâs no fixing that now.
Jimin looks at us, eyebrows raised, then heads to his desk. I let out a sigh, glancing at Y/Nâsheâs still picking up plates, cheeks burning.
Could we be any more obvious?
Y/N and I were deep in conversation about her results, our voices low enough that Jimin, across the lab, pretended not to be listening. Y/Nâs work was nothing short of exceptional, and while pride swelled within me, I needed to keep it grounded in reality. Success like this was rare; she needed to understand its value, to cherish it, but also to brace for the inevitable setbacks.
âAre you familiar with Murphyâs Law?â I asked as she finished jotting down her notes.
âOf course,â she replied, turning to face me, her eyes sparkling. âDid you know his first name was Edward?â
âWhat? No.â Murphy, as far as I was concerned, was just Murphy.
âYep. Edward Murphy,â she said, her face serious as she began tidying up her workspace.
âYouâre kidding,â I said, moving closer, disbelief evident in my voice.
âNope.â
âHow do you know that?â
âI watch Jeopardy a lot.â A small, embarrassed smile tugged at her lips as our eyes met.
âWhy am I not surprised?â I muttered, watching her shrug off her lab coat. Her movements were effortlessly captivating.
âWere you going to say something about Murphy?â she asked, snapping me out of my daze.
âYeah, right,â I said, shaking off the distraction. âMurphyâs Law applies to the lab too.â
âOh, I know. âEverything that can go wrong will go wrong,ââ she recited, her tone matter-of-fact.
âExactly.â I nodded, impressed.
âBut I donât believe in that,â she said firmly, a spark of defiance lighting her features.
âOf course you donât.â I had inched closer, almost beside her now.
She gestured toward her successful experiment, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. âMurphy was just a pessimist.â
âAnd youâre a glass-half-full kind of person?â I probed, towering over her with a teasing grin.
âTechnically, the glass is always full. Half with water, half with air.â Her eyes crinkled with mischief.
âAre you trying to be a smart ass?â I leaned my elbow on the bench, bringing us face to face.
âThat depends,â she said, her voice dropping, locking her gaze onto mine.Â
âOn what?â
âDo you like smart asses?â She traced a finger along my forearm, sending an electric jolt through my body.
I staggered back, giving her a warning look. She couldnât be doing this to meânot now.
âAnyway,â she continued, taking a deep breath, âhow many of Murphyâs laws do you know?â
Classic Y/Nâalways one step ahead. I sighed, admitting, âJust the one.â
âThatâs it?â Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
âEnlighten me, then.â
ââLeft to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse,ââ she recited proudly, and I found her knowledge oddly attractive.
A glance at the clock reminded me of the work ahead. How inconvenient.
âThatâs a good one. And itâs true,â I said.
ââMatter will be damaged in direct proportion to its value,ââ she continued.
I chuckled. âAlso true.â
âYoongi, youâre one of the grumpiest, most pessimistic people I know, and you donât know any of these?â She placed her hands on her hips, teasing me with that playful spark in her eyes.
That was it. I straightened from the bench, glaring at her. She was provoking me, and God, did I want her.
âLast one, I promise,â she said with a smile. ââHot glass looks exactly the same as cold glass.â Learned that one the hard way.â
Our laughter mingled until Jimin cleared his throat behind us. âCan you keep it down? Iâm trying to do science here.â
I rolled my eyes at Jimin, then turned back to Y/N, who was smoothing her ponytail, giggles subsiding. Her happiness was infectious, and I got lost in her eyes.
âY/N,â I said, struggling to keep my voice even, âwe should check on that gel.â
âWhat gel?â she asked, puzzled.
âThe gel, Y/N.â I stared at her, hoping sheâd understand.
âOh⌠right,â she said, her smile turning knowing.
I followed her to the dark room, anticipation thrumming in my veins. Once inside, I switched off the lights, activating the IN USE signal. Y/N took a sharp breath, her excitement palpable.
âAre you trying to drive me mad?â I whispered, reaching for her face in the darkness.
âMaybe,â she whispered back, her breath warm against my skin.
My hands traveled to her neck, fingers sliding under her ponytail to release her hair. âY/N⌠this isnât smart. We could get caught.â I lifted her onto the counter, the cold bench pressing into my back.
âNot smart,â she agreed, her breath hitching against my neck.
âDo you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you when you provoke me?â My hand slipped under her shirt, cupping her breast. She gasped, and I pressed myself closer, making my point clear.
âOh, itâs hard all right,â she giggled, wrapping her legs around me.
âYou drive me insane, Y/N,â I murmured, biting her lip. She moaned softly, fisting my hair. âPlease⌠can I?â
âOh God, yes⌠Yoongi, please.â
She didnât have to ask twice. I lifted her with one hand, fumbling with the buttons of her jeans with the other. In seconds, I was inside her, stifling my moans into her shoulder.
God bless a dark room.
The weeks drift by in a blur of lab work and secret rendezvous. Y/N is a constant distractionâshe teases me, contradicts me, drives me mad, excites me, motivates me, and challenges me all at once. Iâve never felt happier. Having her in my life has transformed my days from monotonous routines into a whirlwind of laughter and unexpected joy. I catch myself cracking jokes that arenât laced with sarcasm, and I genuinely enjoy explaining new techniques to her, savoring our discussions and her insightful challenges. I never imagined mentoring could be so thrillingâor so fulfilling. Y/N pushes me to be better, to be happier, to have fun.
The lab buzzes with the unspoken tension of our secret. Iâm sure everyone suspects something, but we maintain a facade of professionalism. Our attempts to date outside the lab are constantly thwarted by inconvenient encounters with colleagues. Itâs frustrating as hell. I donât care what people think, but the risk of getting into trouble with Jin or Y/N losing her chance to work in the lab keeps us cautious. So, we play the game, keeping up appearances, even though weâve stolen away to the dark room eight times⌠not that Iâm counting.
As the semester winds down, it becomes harder to heed Yoonjiâs advice not to overthink the future. Y/N hopes to land a summer internship in the lab, but I havenât had the heart to tell her how unlikely that is. Jin has never offered an internship after just one semester. I could vouch for her, but sheâs adamant about not wanting special treatment. The thought of her securing an internship elsewhere, leaving for the summer, gnaws at me. The impending separation looms like a dark cloud, promising a long and miserable summer.
Tonight, Jin is hosting the department's end-of-semester party. I sit in my car, ready to drive Y/N there, trying to suppress my annoyance at having to pretend all night. Weâre picking up Hoseok and Serena too, a cover to avoid suspicion. Waiting in the car like some kind of creep, I watch the building's entrance.
Then I see her, and all my irritation dissipates. Thank God for May weatherâY/N is wearing a skirt. She smiles at me through the window, and as she gets in, her lips meet mine, her hands finding their way to my neck. I encircle her waist, breathing in deeply, savoring her scent. Even after two months, my need for her is as urgent as ever.
âHiâŚâ she breathes as she pulls back, her fingers tracing patterns in my hair. I close my eyes, enjoying her touch.
âHiâŚâ I murmur, resting my forehead against hers. âYouâre wearing a skirt.â I groan, my hand sliding down from her waist, over her thigh, and under the soft fabric.
âI am,â she says, her lips brushing my neck. I tease her inner thigh, each stroke inching closer to where I want my fingers to be. âWhat are you doing?â she whispers in my ear.
âI donât want to go to this thing.â I nibble her earlobe. âCan we just stay here?â My fingers hover over her panties, but she traps my hand between her thighs.
âNoâŚâ she breathes, her voice shaky. âYou promised weâd go. Jin invited me personally. Please.â
Her plea makes me relent, and I move back, our foreheads still touching. âBut youâre wearing a skirt. You know what that does to me?â I caress her thigh again, unable to resist.
âI have an idea,â she giggles.
âIâm going to be hard and uncomfortable the whole time,â I say, trying to keep my tone light.
âIâll take care of it afterward,â she promises. I groan again, starting the car.
âThank you,â she whispers.
As I drive, Y/N fumbles with the radio, displeased with the music.
âOh, I know!â She reaches for the glove box. âCan we listen to this?â She holds up my momâs Carpenters CD.
My chest tightens, but I try to smile. I havenât told her about my parents, and while she knows I moved in with my aunt and uncle as a kid, she hasnât pried. Sheâs giving me time, waiting for me to open up.
âNot a chance,â I snap, slipping into our usual banter.
âCâmon, I want to listen to it.â
âWell, I donât.â
âWhy have a Carpenters CD if you donât like them?â
âY/NâŚâ
I really donât want to get into it tonight.
âJust one song, please?â Her eager eyes and smile make it impossible to refuse. I nod, focusing on the road. She opens the case and sees my momâs note, and my chest tightens again.
âOhâŚâ she says softly. âYou didnât want me to see this.â She closes the case. âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to pry.â
âItâs okay, Y/N. Just put the CD on. Itâs fine.â
âNo, Yoongi. This obviously has sentimental value. Iâm sorry.â Concern etches her features.
âHey, donât be upset.â I reach for her face, my thumb brushing her cheek. âLetâs forget it. Iâll tell you about the note another time. Okay?â
âIâm sorry,â she repeats, eyes locked on mine.
âItâs fine.â I smile, pushing thoughts of my parents away. I grab my iPod, knowing exactly what will cheer her up. When The Police starts playing, her smile returns, and all feels right in the world.
I place my hand over hers on her thigh, the sensation of the skirt fabric under our intertwined fingers reminding me of the night ahead.
Oh God, the skirt, the party⌠this is going to be hell.
âHey, Y/N! Ready to mingle with the senior citizens?â Hoseokâs voice cuts through the chatter as he hops into the car and settles behind me.
âSo, whatâs the plan?â Serena chimes in, sliding into the backseat beside Y/N.
âCan we please keep this low-key? Weâre just giving Y/N a ride, nothing more,â I say, trying to keep the irritation from seeping into my tone. Of course, they ignore me.
âY/N, how about you and I walk in first? The boys can follow behind us,â Serena suggests, leaning forward to prop herself between our seats like a self-appointed traffic cop.
âOr⌠I could stroll in with Y/N, my arm around her shoulders. You know, start some fun rumors,â Hoseok pipes up, a cheeky grin on his face.
âOw!â He yelps as Serena gives him a swift elbow to the ribs. âCome on, babe! I was just joking!â
âSeriously, Hoseok. That dog act is getting old,â I mutter, catching Serenaâs annoyed glare in the rearview mirror.
âHow is this not a big deal?â I groan under my breath.
âHow about we all walk in holding hands? All four of us!â Y/N suggests, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I turn to scowl at her. âYou too?â She flashes me a grin, scrunching her nose playfully.
We finally pull up to Jin's house, and as we pile out of the car, I notice Y/N walking ahead, chatting with Serena. I fall back next to Hoseok, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach.Â
Inside, Y/N glances back at me, then disappears into the crowd. I greet Jin and grab a drink, then find a spot by the back wall. Familiar faces from the lab are scattered around, some with their families. I find myself chatting with a few of them, even playing with a little kid in a sweater that says âFuture Scientist.â I snort at the ironyâhere's hoping he grows up to be an engineer instead.
To my surprise, Iâm not hating this night. I lean against the wall, stealing glances at Y/N as she lights up while talking to Prof. Tanner, one of the few female professors in our department. Iâve heard she can be a total nightmare, but sheâs all smiles for Y/N. What gives?Â
As Y/N mingles, I canât help but wonder if thereâs anyone who wouldnât be drawn to her charm. Just then, Jungkook appears out of nowhere, planting a quick kiss on her cheek. My heart races, and I shoot up from my chair.
âSheâs got it under control,â Serena whispers, her grip firm on my elbow as we watch Y/N step away from Jungkook, saying something before he wanders off. I let out a breath I didnât realize I was holding, sinking back down in my seat. Y/N glances my way, her eyes briefly meeting mine before she moves on.
âYoongi, you need to get it together. Youâre staring at her like some creepy stalker,â Serena says, finally releasing my elbow.
I sigh, knowing sheâs right. We bicker a lot, but beneath her icy exterior, she really does look out for me.
Hoseok appears, holding another round of drinks, and I begin to feel a little lighter. But when I find Y/N again, sheâs deep in conversation with Jin. I can see the passion in her gestures, the way she lights up as she talks about her project. It fills me with pride to see how far sheâs come this semester, how confident she is now.
Jin glances at me a couple of times during their conversation. I try to focus on my drink, but the curiosity gnaws at me. Is he proud of her? Does he see what I see?
âDude, Jimin is giving you a death stare,â Hoseok whispers, snapping me out of my thoughts. I follow his gaze and meet Jiminâs dark brown eyes. He quickly looks away, a slight frown on his face.
I shrug, trying to shake off the feeling of unease. âHe has a weird stare. You think he suspects something?â
âProbably,â Hoseok says. âI donât know how much longer you can keep this charade up. Itâs torture.â I rub my chest, where a tightness has been growing since Y/N walked away.
âJeon canât take a hint, huh?â Hoseok mutters, and I see Y/N accepting a drink from Jungkook.
Are you kidding me?
My hand tightens into a fist on my thigh as I down the rest of my drink, a wave of frustration crashing over me. Y/N smiles at Jungkook, and while Iâm somewhat relieved to see it doesnât reach her eyes like when she smiles at me, it still makes my blood boil. I want her by my side, to claim her as mine. I want Jungkook to back off.
âDude, calm down,â Hoseok says, placing a hand on my shoulder. I turn to him, exhaling sharply through my nose.
My night is crumbling, and I feel on the verge of snapping.
âI canât, okay? Iâm going to take a breather.â I stand abruptly, forcing myself not to look for Y/N again. I know if I see her with him, I might lose it and drag her away like some caveman.
âWant me to come with you?â Hoseok asks, his concern evident.
âNo, Iâm fine,â I reply, but my tone lacks conviction.
I storm into Jinâs sprawling backyard, seeking solace in the shadows. I need to figure out whatâs happening inside my head. Why does this pressure in my chest hurt so much? Itâs ridiculousâI shouldnât be feeling like this over someone. I should be rational.Â
Sinking onto a bench, I rest my head in my hands.Â
God, Iâm losing my mind. Or maybe Iâm turning into a hypochondriac⌠or both.
I just want Y/N. I need her. I miss her. I love her.
My head falls back against the bench.Â
Is this what love feels like?Â
Suddenly, I hear a soft voice. âHey⌠whatâs wrong?âÂ
I didnât even notice Y/N coming outside. I lift my head and lean back, letting out a deep sigh.
âNothing, Iâm fine,â I say, but the anger slips through despite my best efforts.
âYoongiâŚâ She sits beside me and takes my hand in hers.
âThis party sucks!â I snap, but she doesnât flinch. She never does. Y/N knows me too well, understands my rough edges. I never want to take my frustration out on her.
âWhat sucks?â Her voice is steady, soothing. How does she do it?
âThis stupid partyâŚâ I trail off, staring at our hands.
She laughs lightly. âAre you drunk?â
âNo! Iâm not!â Realizing I raised my voice again, I groan and try to regain my composure. âI want you beside me. I want to tell Jungkook to back off because youâre mine. I want to hold your hand, put my arm around you, keep you warm. I donât want to hide this anymore.â
âI knowâŚâ Y/N reaches for my face, her fingers brushing my hair behind my ear. I lean into her touch, closing my eyes as her words unravel me. âI want to be beside you too,â she whispers, and it feels like the world has shifted. âBut right now, itâs not smart for us. The semester is almost over. Iâll find an internship in a different lab, and then we wonât have to hide anymore.â
So Iâm screwed either way. If she finds a different lab, we wonât have to keep this secret, but I wonât get to see her every day. And if she stays, weâll be stuck in this limbo.
âCan we go soon?â I plead, my frustration boiling over. I want to escape this place, take Y/N somewhere safe where I can finally let myself be with her.
âWe just got here,â she giggles, trying to lighten the mood. âStop being so grumpy and letâs get back inside.â She rises, but I grip her hand tightly.
âYou know I hate when you call me grumpy.â
âNo, you donât. You love it,â she counters with a bright smile.
I do love it. And I love you.
The words sit heavy on my tongue, burning to be spoken, but I hold them back.
I pulled her gently between my legs, my hand finding its way to her cheek as I brought our lips together. She kissed me back, soft and tentative, but then, with a push against my chest, she pulled away.
I groaned, rising from the bench. âIâll go in first. You follow in a few minutes, okay?â I needed a moment to gather my thoughts, and the warmth of her fingers lingering on my chest felt like a whisper of reassurance.
âYeahâŚâ I breathed out, almost a whine.
âAnd try to have some fun.â She shot me a playful smile that sent a flutter through my chest.
âYeeeesâŚâ I groaned again, turning to walk away.
âYouâre being a big baby, you know that, right?â Her teasing tone made me roll my eyes.
âY/N, donât provoke me,â I sighed, tugging at the hair on the back of my neck.
âOkay, okay.â She giggled, her laughter lightening the air between us. âI promise to sit by you for a bit.â With that, she let me head inside alone.
I lingered outside for a few more moments, trying to cool off and collect my thoughts before re-entering the fray.
Just as I was about to step back in, Jimin stumbled outside, looking a bit worse for wear. âYoongi! There you are,â he said, plopping down on the bench next to me.
âJimin,â I greeted, not really in the mood for small talk.
âSo⌠are you like social now?â he asked, his words slurred from the alcohol heâd consumed.
âWhat do you mean?â I feigned interest, though I really didnât care.
âYou never used to come to these things,â he pointed out, sounding suspicious, as if Iâd committed some sort of crime.
I shrugged and stood up, feeling the urge to escape. âAre you sleeping with your undergrad?â he blurted, trying to whisper but failing miserably.
A glare shot across my face as I realized he suspected something. Jimin was definitely too drunk for this conversation. âJimin, I think you should stop drinking,â I advised, and when he just stared blankly, I added, âI better get back inside before Hoseok thinks I left without him.â I didnât wait for his reply as I headed back in.
Y/N was sitting with Hoseok and Serena when I walked over, and the moment she smiled at me, my chest tightened with a mix of longing and pride. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her hand or leg, but I managed to sit back, trying to play it cool.Â
I was surprisingly glad Iâd come. Iâd anticipated a dull evening, but it turned out to be quite enjoyable. Watching Y/N all dolled up, chatting with everyone, filled me with a sense of pride.Â
Then, as Jin started playing Nelly, the atmosphere shifted. Seeing Dr. Amun-Kebi, bow tie and all, dancing to âHot in Hereâ was an image that would be burned in my memory forever.
Later, Y/N paced nervously through my room in her underwear, her damp hair leaving a faint mist in the air. I watched her, my heart pounding at the sight of her anxious movements as she rummaged through her bag. The tension felt heavy, almost suffocating.
âY/N, youâre going to do great,â I said, my voice still laced with sleep as I tried to offer her some comfort.
âYou donât know that,â she replied tightly, finally finding what she was looking for.Â
âYou know this stuff better than anyone else in that room,â I said, propping myself up on my elbows to catch her gaze.
âThatâs not true. Youâll be there too.â She faced me, comb in hand, her worry evident as she began to untangle her wet hair.
âExactly! So, youâve got nothing to worry about.â I flashed her a reassuring smile, but it felt weak against her rising anxiety.
âI stutter when Iâm nervous,â she admitted, her voice wavering as she pulled out her clothes and bent over, her vulnerability stark against the backdrop of my cluttered room.
âThen try to relax,â I said, taking a deep breath. âYouâve put in so much work, and you know your project inside and out. Youâll do amazing, Y/N.â
âWhat if Jin asks me something I donât know?â Panic danced in her eyes as she placed her hands on her hips.
âYou donât have to know everything. Iâll be there tooâthis is my project too. Remember, itâs not a test. The point is to discuss the results together, nothing more.â
Slowly, her frown faded, replaced by a tentative grin. She climbed back onto the bed, straddling me, her wet hair dripping onto my shoulder. The scent of her filled the air, intoxicating, as she leaned in to kiss me softly.
I lay back, tracing the strap of her bra with my finger. âI know how to get you to relax,â I teased.
âNot a chance, Grumpy. Weâd be late,â she shot back, rubbing against me just enough to send a bolt of desire through my body.
âY/N, youâre such a tease,â I groaned, dropping my head back in exasperation.
âAnd you have a foul mouth, Min,â she replied, disappearing into the bathroom, her voice echoing playfully.
âWhich, coincidentally, you love,â I called after her.
She poked her head out, toothbrush in her mouth. âThat⌠I do.â
With a lazy stretch, I got up from the bed, dragging my feet toward the bathroom. She stood by the sink, brushing her teeth in her adorable smiley-face underwear, making me ache with need. âYouâre going to pay for my blue balls tonight,â I murmured into her neck, eliciting a giggle as my stubble brushed against her soft skin.Â
She bent over to rinse her mouth, pressing her behind into the growing bulge in my boxers, causing a deep groan to escape my lips. I playfully smacked her ass as she squealed, darting out of the bathroom.
âDonât take forever, Grumpy. I want to be early to set things up!â
Y/N and I stood in the seminar room, preparing everything for the presentation. The space was cozy, just big enough for the nine of us in our group, including Jin. After confirming that all the slides displayed correctly, I shot Y/N an encouraging smile and took a seat toward the back, keeping a close eye on her.
I could see the nerves bubbling beneath her composed exterior. We had gone over every detail last night, and I knew she was ready for this moment.
Jin kicked things off with some lab business, and then it was Y/Nâs turn to shine. As she started her talk, she stumbled over her words just once at the beginning, but quickly found her rhythm, her confidence blossoming with every passing second. My heart swelled with pride as I watched her speak; she was absolutely incredible.
Jin seemed impressed too, prompting her to elaborate on a few points, which she handled flawlessly. But then Jimin jumped in with questions that felt a bit off-base, probing into unrelated techniques and approaches. Y/N stumbled over a couple of his inquiries, but she made educated guesses, maintaining her poise. Still, I could feel my irritation rising. What the hell was Jiminâs problem?
âThat was all nice⌠uh⌠Y/N?â Jimin hesitated, clearly relishing the moment as he mispronounced her name. My blood boiled at his deliberate slight.Â
âI just donât see the point.â
âThe p-point?â Y/N stuttered again, and it took everything in me to keep my temper in check. I wanted to tear Jimin apart for being such a jerk.
âYeah, I mean⌠so you found two new toxin genes. How is that going to help anything?â Jimin shrugged dismissively, and I could feel my frustration reaching a boiling point.
Before Y/N could respond, I jumped in, my voice sharper than I intended. âOh, Iâm sorry, Jimin. Are you questioning the impact of my research?â
Jimin turned to face me, a smug expression creeping across his face.
âYoongiâŚâ Jinâs warning gaze made it clear I needed to rein it in.
âNo, seriously. Please, tell me if you are,â I shot back, my eyes locking onto Jimin's, daring him to continue.
âActually,â Y/N interjected softly from the front of the room, pulling our attention back to her. âI think I might be able to answer that question.â She glanced at me for permission, and I nodded, stepping back to let her take the spotlight.
âPlease, go ahead,â Jin encouraged her, his tone supportive.
âWell⌠if these two toxins are, as weâve shown, involved in the cancerous growth of stomach epithelium cells, then studying their protein structure and interaction will provide insight into the anomalous stomach pathology caused by H. pylori⌠and its possible cure.â
I couldnât have put it better myself. My heart swelled with pride and something deeper. Marry me?
âMarvelous!â Jin exclaimed, while Jimin huffed, sinking into his chair in defeat. My annoyance at Jimin evaporated, replaced by overwhelming joy. I couldnât take my eyes off Y/N as she smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears. I wanted to run to her, scoop her up in my arms, and kiss her senseless, but I managed to stay seated, a wide grin plastered on my face.
As the room emptied, I lingered behind with Y/N, pretending to help pack up the projector and laptop. It was just an excuse to stay close to her, to contain the waves of emotions crashing inside me. Jin congratulated her one last time before leaving, and I counted his steps, waiting until he was far enough away. My heart raced, and when I could wait no longer, I dropped everything and rushed to Y/N, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her desperately.
âYou did amazing!â I said, my voice breathless with excitement.
âI was so nervous!â she admitted, her eyes wide.
âI know, but you nailed it!â I kissed her again, unable to get enough of her.
Still holding her face, I searched her eyes. âGeez, Y/N⌠youâre incredible. Iââ I leaned closer, resting my hands on the table behind her, my lips trying to convey everything words couldnât. It was more than just her success or my pride as a scientist; it was so much deeper than that.
âI want to cook you dinner tonight,â I said, pulling her into a tight embrace.
She smiled up at me. âYou do?â
âYes. Weâre having a celebration date at my place.â
âOkay.â
âOkay.â I kissed the top of her head, reluctantly letting her go as we gathered our things to head back to the lab. My heart was full, my mind racing with excitement and a twinge of fear. Iâd never been happier in my life.
Now the only question was: what on earth was I going to cook for Y/N?
We returned to the lab, the earlier tension between Y/N and me fading as we wrapped up our tasks. Her eyes sparkled with determination as she headed off for her final exam, and we agreed to meet at my apartment for dinner later. Just as I was about to slip out early to prepare, an email notification pinged in my inbox.
From: Seokjin Kim, seokjinkim(at)fhcrc(.)org  Sent: Friday, May 13, 2024, 4:27 PM  To: Yoongi Min, ygmin(at)u(.)washington(.)edu Â
Yoongi,
We need to talk about your undergrad. Please stop by my office.
Jin
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Dr. Seokjin Kim  Member, Division of Basic Sciences  Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center  1100 Fairview Avenue North  Seattle, WA 98109-1024 Â
Shit. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Jin had never summoned me to his office like this before. He usually came down to the lab if he wanted to talk. The email's terse tone sent a chill racing down my spine. There was only one reason heâd call me in like thisâhe knew about Y/N and me.Â
That jerk, Jimin, must have said something.Â
No point speculating now; I had to face Jin. My heart raced as I imagined the worst. Heâd tell me Y/N and I couldnât be together, that she wouldnât be able to work in the lab anymore. The thought twisted my gut with regret. I should have been more careful, kept my feelings in check.
Shit.
I knocked on Jinâs door and stepped inside. He was facing his computer, barely glancing at me as I sank into the chair across from him.Â
âHello, Yoongi. Take a seat,â he said, his voice calm but layered with an undercurrent I couldnât quite place. âLet me just finish this email.â
I watched him type, the sound of the keys echoing like a death knell. Finally, he turned, a smile dancing on his lips that didnât quite reach his eyes. I nodded, trying to mask my nerves, my hands gripping the chair arms.
âI have to say, I was very impressed with Y/Nâs seminar. She showed a broad knowledge of the project, answered questions confidently, and gathered an impressive amount of data for just one semester.â
âShe is incredible,â I blurted out before I could stop myself.
Nice, Yoongi. Way to keep it cool.
Jin raised an eyebrow, nodding. âShe does seem very mature, dedicated, and hardworking.â
âShe is.â I couldnât help but think of all the moments weâd shared, both in the lab and out.
âSo, I called you in here for two things. First, I want to offer Y/N a position as a summer intern. What do you think?âÂ
My heart leaped. Jin had never offered an undergrad a position after just one semester. This was amazing! Y/N was going to be thrilled.Â
âThatâs⌠um⌠thatâs great! She completely deserves it, and it would be an incredible opportunity for her. She wants to apply to grad school next fall, so summer research would be really beneficial.â
âI see⌠so you approve?â Jin asked, tilting his head.
The way he looked at me made my blood run cold. He didnât need my approval. Something was off.
âO-of course,â I stammered, my instincts telling me there was more to this conversation.
âWell, that leads to the second thing I wanted to discuss.â He shifted in his chair, crossing his legs as if he were settling in for a serious talk.Â
Here we goâŚ
âIt seems you have a very close relationship with Y/N. You seem very⌠protective of her.â
I knew it! Jimin must have spilled the beans. My fists clenched at the thought.
âNow, I understand itâs in your natureâher being under your care and allâto be protective. But thereâs something else,â Jin continued, tapping his finger against his lips thoughtfully. âIâve noticed the change sheâs brought about in you. Itâs fascinating.â
Geez⌠Jin and his fascination.
Before I could respond, he went on. âOf course, I would never ask if thereâs something unprofessional going on because that would be tactless. However, you should know that involving yourself in a romantic relationship with an undergradâespecially if sheâll be getting paid for the summerâis completely unacceptable.â
Fucking shit.
My hands gripped the chair so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I couldnât do this. Hiding my feelings for Y/N felt impossible, but Iâd have toâfor her sake. This was an incredible opportunity. Weâd have to keep it up until she graduated. Damn, that was a whole year! Maybe I could graduate sooner, find a job in another labâŚ
Jin was staring at me, eyebrows raised, when suddenly he burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the small office.
âIâm just messing with you, kid.â He slapped his thighs as his laughter subsided. âYour personal life outside this lab is none of my business. As long as it doesnât affect your work or hers, I have no problem with it.â
I stared at him, dumbfounded. Did he just say what I thought he said?
âYou know, when I met Mrs. Kim, she was a post-doc in this lab.â
âI didnât know thatâŚâ I exhaled, the tension draining from my body.
âWell, now that this is settled, Iâll offer Y/N the position.â
âO-okay.â
Still in shock, I left Jinâs office. Before I even reached the lab, my phone rangâY/N, squealing about Jinâs offer. I didnât mention my conversation with him; Iâd save that for tonight during our celebration dinner.
Our celebration dinner⌠Oh God. What was I thinking? I couldnât cook!
I definitely needed to stop at the grocery store unless I wanted to serve Y/N mac and cheese for dinner. Sighing, I realized I had no idea what to prepare. Time to turn to my all-knowing best friend: Google.
Search: What to cook for your girlfriend? Search Results: 5 Easy Meals To Cook For Her â AskMen.com
AskMen.com? Seriously?Â
Chipotle Shrimp KabobsâŚ
What the actual fuck?
SautĂŠed Lemon Garlic ChickenâŚ
Really, AskMen? Really?Â
I groaned, frustration bubbling up. This was not going well. Maybe I should try again.
Search: Easy dinner for two Search Results: Cooking for Two Recipes â Allrecipes.com
Allrecipes.com? I think Iâve heard Yoonji mention this site before.Â
Salmon with Raspberry Ginger GlazeâŚ
Holy shit! And these are the easy ones?
I slammed my forehead against the desk repeatedly. Okay, maybe I should stick to something I already knew how to make⌠like grilled cheese. Or pasta! I could whip up some pasta sauce.
Search: Easy Pasta Sauce Search Results: Easy Vodka Sauce â Allrecipes.com
Now weâre talking.Â
I jotted down all the ingredients and headed to the store, feeling a flicker of hope.
I was chopping onions into tiny squares when my phone buzzed with a text from Y/N.
Undergrad: Iâm done with the semester! Woot! Woot! Do you want me to come early to help with dinner?
Yes⌠please⌠no!
Câmon, I can handle this. How hard could it be? Just follow the protocol, Min.
Me: What? No faith in me, Y/L/N?
I typed quickly, trying not to let the onion juice splatter all over my cell.Â
ShitâŚ
Undergrad: I would prefer not to get food poisoning. I have an internship this summer! :)â
I couldnât help but smile at the screen.
Me: Youâre distracting me. See you here at 7. P.S. Smiley faces are lame.â
Undergrad: And you, my Grumpy, are adorable!
I chuckled, my heart racing with excitement. Maybe I could do this after all. Just as long as I didnât burn the kitchen down.
When Y/N knocked at the door, it was only a quarter to seven. I had the garlic bread in the oven, and the sauce still needed another thirty minutes to simmer. Iâd hoped to squeeze in a quick shower before she arrived, but clearly, that plan was a bust.
I opened the door to find Y/N standing there, a bright smile lighting up her face. âDid you wrestle the tomatoes?â she giggled, tiptoeing in for a quick kiss. âHiâŚâ
I wanted nothing more than to pull her close, but I was covered in tomato juice and splatters from head to toe. âGive me a sec,â I said, retreating to my bedroom to change.
When I returned, she was by the sink, eyes wide as she surveyed the chaos Iâd created. âGeez, Yoongi. How many things are you making?â She gestured dramatically to the pile of pots and utensils stacked high.
âJust the one dish, Y/N,â I replied, trying to sound casual while stirring the bubbling sauce.
âDid you feel the need to use every pot in the kitchen? Were you trying them all out?â She raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her lips.
âOkay, Y/L/N. Youâre getting on my nerves. Iâm trying to cook here.â I continued mixing, trying to ignore her playful jabs.
âYou should use a wooden spoon,â she advised, inching closer with a wooden spoon in hand. âThe metal one makes the sauce acidic. The metal reacts with the pH of the tomatoesââ
I shot her a glare. âI didnât even know I owned a wooden spoon,â I grumbled, taking it from her. âI almost have a PhD, you know.â
âOkay⌠okay⌠Mr. PhD.â She waved her hands in mock surrender. âCan I play some music?â She reached for my laptop on the counter and gasped, laughter bubbling out. âOh my gosh⌠you googled the meaning of sautĂŠed?â
âOkay, thatâs it, Y/L/N.â I pretended to drop the wooden spoon over the counter dramatically. âNo dinner for you.â I pointed a finger at her, struggling to keep a straight face.
âIâm sorry!â she laughed, and I stepped closer, cornering her against the counter. âIt does smell delicious,â she whispered, running a finger down my chest.
âAnd I havenât even showered yet.â I dropped kisses along her neck, my hand sliding beneath the hem of her shirt.
âYou do smell delicious too,â she said in a husky whisper.
âLiar. I stink of onions.â
âOnly a little bit.â She giggled into my neck as I lifted her up onto the counter. âThanks for making me dinner.â
âMy pleasure,â I murmured, nuzzling her neck. She smelled amazingâlike warmth and sunshine. I pulled back to look into her eyes. âCongratulations on your internship, Y/N. You absolutely earned it.â
âYeah⌠about that,â she said, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. âI havenât said yes yet.â
âWhy not?â I asked, confusion painting my features.
âWell, I have to think about it.â
âY/N, itâs an incredible opportunity. Jin has never offered an internship to a student after only one semester of work.â
âI know⌠butâŚâ She bit her lip, trailing off.
âWhat is it?â I cupped her cheek with my hand, rubbing my thumb along her skin.
âWell⌠are we going to be okay if I join the lab for the summer? Weâll have to keep hiding this, and I know itâs been getting⌠um⌠difficult⌠for both of us.â
I sighed in relief, a smile creeping onto my face. It was sweet of her to include herself, especially when Iâd been the one making everything complicated. The thought of her giving up this chance for us made my heart swell. âYeah⌠about thatâŚâ I echoed her earlier words. She looked at me expectantly. âIâm sorry Iâve been so difficult about the whole thing⌠but it turns out, we donât need to hide anymore. I mean, we should still keep things professional in the lab and all, but⌠Jin sort of knows.â
âWHAT?â She pushed me back with a hand on my chest, her eyes wide.
âI think it was becoming obvious, Y/N. He didnât ask me directly, but he said our personal life had nothing to do with our work. As long as it didnât affect our performance, he didnât care.â
âHe doesnât care?â Her voice was still high-pitched with surprise.
âApparently, his wife worked for him once tooâŚâ I shrugged, returning my attention to dinner. I stirred the sauce and tossed a pinch of salt into the boiling water before adding the spaghetti.
âThat⌠that changes things,â she said slowly, her brow furrowed.
I stepped back between her legs, looking into her eyes. âWhat is it?â
âSo, um⌠do you want me to take the internship? You wonât get tired of me?â
âWhat kind of question is that, Y/N?â I shook my head, feeling a pang in my chest. âIâve been aching, physically hurting, thinking about you taking an internship somewhere else and leaving me for the whole summer.â
Her smile was radiant, brightening the dim kitchen. âYou have?â
âYesâŚâ
âWell, it looks like I wonât be going anywhere,â she declared.
âGood. Because I have a lot of work to do, and I could really use an overachieving undergrad with some pretty amazing skills at the bench.â
âIâd say my skills go beyond the bench. Wouldnât you agree?â she asked, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.
âI wouldâŚâ I pointed the wooden spoon at her playfully. âBut donât distract me now, or Iâll burn your dinner.â
Dinner turned out surprisingly well. We ate as she excitedly recounted her classes, finals, classmates, and professors. I sat back, just soaking in the sight of herâhow her eyes lit up when she spoke, how her mouth curved into a smile, the way her eyebrows danced with every emotion. Watching her enjoy life, so passionate and full of energy, felt like a precious gift I never wanted to take for granted.
Y/N was drying the last few dishes, the rhythmic swish of the towel against porcelain filling the quiet kitchen with a comforting cadence. I approached her from behind, the warmth of her body radiating toward me as I leaned in to kiss her neck. The familiar flutter of anticipation twisted in my stomach. âYou want to show off some of those non-bench skills of yours?â
She turned to me, a playful smile on her lips. As I leaned on the counter, I caught a whiff of my own odor wafting up. âGod, I stinkâŚâ
Her laughter bubbled up, light and teasing. âItâs fine.â
âDo you mind if I take a quick shower?â I asked, a hopeful lilt creeping into my voice.
âCan I join you?âÂ
A grin broke across my face, and I took her hand, leading us toward the bathroom. The air between us crackled with a tension that felt electric, urging me to shed my shirt and pants before we even reached the shower.
She kicked off her shoes, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her jeans while I turned the water on, steam swirling like ethereal ghosts in the dim light. âMay I?â I asked, wrapping my fingers around her wrist. She nodded, her eyes shimmering with mischief.
With practiced ease, I unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down to her ankles. As I knelt to kiss her calves, then her knees, and finally her thighs, her giggles rang out like music, lifting the weight of the world off my shoulders. âYour scruff tickles,â she said, her voice bright and breathy.
I lifted her shirt over her head, tracing my fingers along the delicate straps of her bra. Once our underwear was discarded like forgotten memories, I pulled her close, feeling her warmth envelop me as her legs wrapped around my waist. Our differing heights made this an all-too-familiar arrangement, a perfect fit for everything we were about to share.
She squealed as I jumped into the shower, icy water hitting us both and sending shockwaves of heat through my body. Her lips found mine, soft and insistent, and I pressed her back against the cool tiles, the world outside fading away.
âPut me down,â she murmured hoarsely into my ear.
I obliged, feeling the rush of her kisses trailing down my chest as she sank to her knees, a wicked smile playing on her lips.Â
âY/NâŚâ I breathed, leaning against the slick wall for support, knowing what was coming. This was one of her non-bench skillsâa skill Iâd come to appreciate in ways I couldnât quite articulate. The water cascaded over us, hot and cold, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as time.
She began slowly, teasing, her hands wrapping around me, her tongue swirling around my tip, and I groaned, the sound swallowed by the rushing water. My instincts told me to hold back, but the pleasure was too sweet, too intoxicating.Â
âY/NâŚâ I rasped, the words spilling out like a confession, âIâm⌠shitâŚâ
But she didnât relent. No, she tightened her grip and quickened her pace, and as my knees weakened beneath me, I surrendered to the waves of ecstasy crashing over me. I grabbed at the shower curtain rod, but it shook under my weight. I couldnât hold on anymore.
With a final, desperate groan, I let go, surrendering to the moment, the pleasure consuming me entirely. She rose from her knees, licking her lips, that look in her eyes making my heart race. âYou are one talented woman,â I murmured against her neck, panting.
Still wrapped around me, I stumbled into the bedroom, a tangle of limbs and laughter. I collapsed onto the bed, her body beneath me, and kissed her everywhere, exploring the soft curves that felt like home.
I knelt beside the bed, pulling her legs over my shoulders, my hands wandering over her hips as I feasted on the sweetness before me. The taste of her was electric, sending jolts of desire straight to my core.Â
âGod, Y/N, you taste even better than you smell,â I groaned, losing myself in her as she writhed beneath my touch, her moans filling the air like a sirenâs song.Â
It was then that I realized bringing her pleasure was no longer just a thrill; it was my favorite pastime, a dance of intimacy that bound us closer than any words could express. I placed soft kisses along her body, the world outside fading into obscurity, leaving only usâlost in our own private paradise.Â
âMmmmmm⌠YoongiâŚâ she sighed, fingers tangling in my hair. âVery⌠talented⌠yourself.â
I chuckled, planting another kiss on her lips, affection bubbling up like a tide. I love you, I love you, I love youâŚ
âInside⌠now,â she commanded, breathless and eager.
âYes, maâam,â I grinned, knowing this night would linger in our memories long after the water had dried.
âY/N?â I gently comb my fingers through her damp hair, the strands clinging to my chest like the remnants of a storm.
âHmm?â Her voice is soft, almost dreamy, as if sheâs still wrapped up in the warmth of the moment.
âI⌠I want to tell you about my parents.â As I speak, she lifts her head, folding her arms over my chest, resting her chin there like itâs a pillowâa sanctuary amid the chaos of my memories.
A tiny grin dances on her lips, and she nods, encouraging me to continue.
âYou probably guessed that theyâre dead, right?â
She nods again, her gaze steady. âI know theyâre not part of your life now⌠I figured something must have happened.â
âMy dad died when I was four,â I say, the words tumbling out bluntly, like the beginning of a ghost story.Â
âIâm sorryâŚâ Her voice is small, fragile.
âI donât remember him, except for pictures.â I shrug, trying to shake off the weight of the past. âHe had pretty aggressive colon cancerâkilled him in two months.â
âOh my God, Yoongi⌠Iâm so sorry.â
âItâs fine.â I attempt a smile, but it probably comes out crooked and imperfect, like an old photograph faded by time. âSo it was just my mom and me for a while⌠but when I was eleven, she was diagnosed with breast cancer.â
Her eyes widen, a shadow of understanding crossing her face as she starts rubbing gentle circles on my chest with her fingers, an attempt to soothe the pain Iâm dredging up.
âShe was so strong, though. She fought it for almost two years, with the most eager and positive attitude you can imagine. Kind of like you, in a way.â I flash her another smile, hoping to lighten the moment, but Y/Nâs eyes glisten with unshed tears, and she remains silent, letting me spill my heart.
âWhen she started getting worse, we moved in with my aunt, uncle, and Yoonji. My dadâs brother, Namjoon, is one of the best oncologists on the West Coast. But after metastasis, there was pretty much nothing else he could do.âÂ
âAnd thatâs why you do cancer research,â she says, piecing it all together.
âIt was Namjoonâs idea, really. He talked about how frustrating it was, being an oncologist, waiting for new therapies, new drugs, and discoveries. I figured it made sense to devote my life to that.â
âIt doesâŚâ she replies, her tone soft but firm, a steady anchor in my turbulent sea of memories.
âI know itâs not a very profitable careerâŚâ I pause, the weight of Estelleâs words echoing in my mind, the sting of her judgment lingering like a bad dreamâwasting my time.
âProfitable?â Her disbelief catches me off guard, pulling me from my thoughts. âWhat do you need so much money for anyway? Youâre doing something you love. Something meaningful. Thatâs so much more important.â
Y/N renders me speechless with her insight, her understanding washing over me like a wave, leaving me breathless. I kiss the top of her head, the moment stretching between us until I decide to share the last piece of my story, the promise I made her before.
âMy mom⌠um⌠she loved The Carpenters. She would make me sing their songs to her all the time. At the endâwhen she was breathing through a tube and couldnât speak anymoreâshe wrote that note you saw on the CD.â
ââIâll be with Daddy soonâ?â Y/N remembers, her voice barely a whisper, the words hanging heavy in the air.
âYesâŚâ I run a hand through my hair, staring at the ceiling as if the white paint might offer me some solace. I try to breathe through the lump in my throat. âI still miss her⌠so much.â I keep my eyes fixed on the ceiling, willing them not to fill with tears, blaming the onions and their cruel sulfenic acids when they finally betray me.
After a few deep breaths, I turn to face Y/N, who is sniffling, her hands trembling slightly.
âY/N, donât cry. Please.â
âIâm sorry. Itâs just so sad. Iâm so sorry.â She cries over my chest, and I run my hand over her hair, creating a soothing rhythm in the storm of emotions.
âI know. But Iâm okay. Iâm happy now.â
âYou are?â
âYes, because of you.â
Her sniffles dissolve into giggles, a beautiful mix of laughter and tears, and she never ceases to amaze me with her resilience.
âI love you, Y/N.â The words burn in my throat, raw and true, echoing in the empty spaces of my heart.
She lifts her head, staring at me through her wet eyelashes, and I know she can feel how my heart pounds beneath her. Iâm overwhelmed by emotions, but Iâve never spoken truer words. After a moment, Y/Nâs hand reaches behind my neck, and her lips collide with mine in a passionate kiss, her tears mingling with mine.
âAnd I love youâŚâ she breathes in between kisses, her voice trembling with sincerity. âSo⌠so⌠so much.â
We fall asleep like that, her warm body over my chest, the world fading away. I feel a profound relief, a weight lifting as she gets to know me in ways no one ever has. And even though shadows of uncertainty linger about our future, I realize I donât have to solve everything right now. Like Y/N said, I would savor my timeâmy time with her, my time in school. As long as she was by my side, nothing else mattered. I was doing what I loved, and the person I loved was right there with me. It couldnât possibly get any better than this.
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Ever A Never After â story masterpost
âś Title | Ever a Never After (adaptation from Enchanted movie) âś Summary | Growing up in the fairy tale land, your whole life seems to have been written perfectly in the books, with the picturesque life and the Prince Charming that you can see yourself having your happily ever after with. But your entire world turns upside down when you are suddenly sent into a whole new world, a different kind of universe where happily ever after doesnât exist. Thrust into a new challenge and shown a new side of life, you find yourself standing in a crossroad. When the moment arises, would you find your way back home to your true love, or is the universe trying to show you that sometimes happy endings donât have to be written so perfectly?
âś Pairings | Jungkook x female reader; Seokjin x female reader âś Genre | Strangers to lovers!au, Fairy tale retelling!au, Angst, Smut âśÂ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; specific warnings will be added accordingly on each published chapters âśÂ Status / Current word count / Total word count | ONGOING; latest update: Ever A Never After: Act 2 - Part 2 (Oct 7th, 2024) - 51,865 words of n/a words âśÂ Main Masterlist | Mailbox | Feedback | Ko-fi | Music companion âś Cross-posted in AO3 and Wattpad
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âś Story Note | Written in 2nd person POV (in case youâre new to my writing, I donât use ây/nâ coding as all of my lead characters are considered as OCs). In place of the coding, youâll find a blank space as her name. Please also note that our main character/reader insert for this story has her own nickname that will be used in the scenes. While the story is adapted from the movie, Enchanted, with some characters and places that were mentioned in the movie added into this story, I will be adding changes in the story settings, charactersâ names and background stories to fit the plot. That being said, as someone who has never set foot in the land of America, forgive me if there are some inaccuracies in the details that are being added here. I hope that doesnât change your reading experience with the story.
âśÂ Chapters
⢠Act One. Andalasia, The Maiden, and The Dream Prince [âItâs you. The boy I saw in my dreams.â âItâs me. Your Prince Charming.â | Word count: 19,688 words | posted: May 21st, 2024 | Chapter Teaser]
⢠Act Two. The Alter World and The Saviour [âI need to find my way back to the castle.â âWhat castle?â âWhy, of course, Iâm talking about Andalasia.â âHuh, right. Why donât I just call you an Uber?â | Word count: 32,185 words | Chapter Teaser]
â Part 1. Welcome to the Alter World [Word count: 15,410 words of 32,185 words - posted on: Sept 16th, 2024] â Part 2. The World Without Magic [Word count: 16,755 of 32,185 words - posted on: Oct 7th, 2024 ]
⢠Act Three. Fairy Tales and Bittersweet Endings [âYou forgot to say the part where you lived happily ever after.â âHappily ever after? That thing doesnât exist, not in the real world.â | Word count: â | Chapter Teaser]
⢠Act Four. The Ball for The Kings and Queens and Dragons [âThere is a ball for the Queen and Kings at the start of spring. Shall we go together?â âAs your Prince Charming, Iâll be happy to escort you.â | Word count: â | Chapter Teaser]
⢠Act Five. Prince Charming and a Happily Never After [âLook at how the tables have turned, as now I have in my hand the Prince who is supposed to protect the princess.â âCome along now, dear. You wouldnât want to miss the ending.â | Word count: â | Chapter Teaser]
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âś Authorâs Note | Originally commissioned by @pinkbtsarmy | Itâs finally here! Iâm so sorry for taking so long with this one. Thank you so much for commissioning me and for your endless support. As mentioned in our last talk, there will be some changes from the original prompt/details that Iâve made to make the story work better, but I hope youâll be able to enjoy it still. I have decided to release this one as a mini-series to present the timeline more appropriately and make the storyline work. Have fun reading!
â Š Yoonia, all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any kind is not allowed. unsolicited translations are not allowed.
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Sweet | ksj
ârequest:
Congratulations on the milestone ! Can we get a Drabble of idol Jin coming back from the military and trying to sort out his situationship with the girl he left behind when he went into the military?
âpairings: idol!Seokjin x female!reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI)
âgenre: idol!au, a bit of angst, fluff and smut
âwarnings: unedited, cursing, explicit content: oral sex (female receiving), fingering, jerking off, protected sex (with mentions of unprotected sex), big dick!Jin
âword count: 3.5k
âa/n: i did not expect to write smut in this but here we are haha i hope you guys like this one! i had a lot of fun writing it <3
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It's so sweet, knowing that you love me Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair It's so sweet
Sweet - Cigarettes After Sex
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Seokjin hasnât seen you in ages, his military service whisking him away fromâŚ
From whatever his relationship with you was. Not quite a relationship, but more than friendship, Seokjin thinks he was too immature a year and a half ago to understand you. But when you sent him a message two days ago to congratulate him for finishing his service, he figured he should see you.
If only so that he can give you the closure he never gave you. Because he practically ghosted you when he started his service, not replying to your messages after his obligatory training where he couldnât touch his phone anyway.
He felt bad. Horrible even, but the distance seemed necessary after the words you last exchanged.
After you all but confessed your love for him.Â
It was too much too soon, or maybe he truly was just immature then. Because today, as his car is eating the miles to your apartment, he thinks maybe he was wrong. The heaviness in his chest makes it feel so, as does the rain battering his windshield.
Seokjin parks outside on the street in front of your building, glancing up to see the lights are on in your apartment. His hands turn clammy, and he rubs them on his jeans in a failed attempt to dry them.
It doesnât work, because the second youâre buzzing him in, they become clammy again and heâs too anxious to even think about drying them again. The anxiety only keeps increasing as he climbs the stairs to the second floor, worrying at some skin on his bottom lip, and it reaches a never-seen-before high as he stops in front of your door.
He takes a deep breath to ease his nerves, thinking about the many times he was here before. That night after your first date - a blind date his friend set up for him - when you told him to come home with him.
He should have known then that it was setting your story in a way that wouldnât end well for you, to go home with you that night.
Seokjin raises his fist, and he thinks his hand is shaking. He ignores it, pretends heâs as confident as always, and he knocks three times, lowering his hand as he waits for you to open. It doesnât take you long - he wouldnât be surprised if you were waiting on the other side of the door.
Youâre⌠beautiful. You were back then, but the months apart have done you good, and Seokjinâs throat dries as he just looks at you, his lips parting on a silent vowel. You just stand there, shining like an angel as a small, shy smile lights your features, your eyes crinkling at the corners.Â
Seokjin doesnât believe in love at first sight. Has never believed it, and though today may not be his first sight of you, it surely renders him speechless, his brain emptying until thereâs just you.
âHey,â you greet him, your voice like a melody conjured from a dream.
âY/n,â he answers, and your name feels right, righter than anything before.
Your smile widens, and you step aside to let him in. He walks in, fully aware of how close your bodies are as you shut the door, but then you move back and he immediately misses your proximity.
What is wrong with him?
âHow have you been?â you ask.
âGood,â he replies, swallowing. âBetter now.â
He means the words. He means them more than heâs ever meant anything in his life, and he thinks you catch the meaning behind his sentence. Because blush creeps on your cheeks, and your gaze drops to the floor.
âWhat about you?â he quickly adds, not wanting you to feel embarrassed.
âIâm⌠good,â you answer, and you let out a small chuckle. âI didnât think I would ever see you again.â
Youâre direct. Itâs something heâs always thought was admirable about you, but the revelation hurts, sending a pang through his chest.
âY/nâŚâ he trails off.
âBut youâre here now,â you say, and your smile turns pained, sad.
How many sleepless nights has he caused you?
âI am,â he says, voice small. âIâm sorry.â
âI get it.â You shrug your shoulders. âYou were busy with your service, itâs not like it was easy to maintain aâŚâ You never finish the sentence, even though Seokjin waits patiently for you to say it.
For you to acknowledge that it was just a situationship, that maybe you both just played each other.
âI really am sorry, though,â Seokjin insists, looking down at his shoes. âYou did not deserve that.â
You nod once, your gaze trailing to the side. âThen, can I ask⌠Why did you want to see me?â
His heart stops in his chest. Heâs still struck by the sight of you, barely unable to form coherent sentences, but you deserve an explanation.
You deserve closure, if thatâs what you want.
âI thoughtâŚâ he trails off, wets his lips before continuing, âI thought you deserved closure.â
You take a deep breath. âI donât think itâs necessary.â
He thinks youâre dismissing him. It feels like you are, like youâre telling him to leave, but he just stands there, drinking your features in.
Choking on the hurt he knows heâs caused.
âI really apologize, Y/n,â he adds, voice barely above a whisper. âYou did not deserve the radio silence. I⌠I kind of thought it would be better for you, that you deserved better than being stuck with someone that was going to be gone for months.â
âYou could have just said soâŚâ you point out.
Seokjin sighs, his gaze dropping to the ground in shame. âI know. I was stupid, and I was immature too. Which is bad considering Iâm in my thirties now but⌠yeah. Iâm really sorry.â
You donât say anything for a time, the silence getting heavier with every second passed. Seokjin meets your gaze, and he wonders if you can tell how guilty heâs been feeling. He thinks you might, because you wet your lips, glancing to the side, and then you say, âYou came all the way here to say this?â
He nods. âYou deserved better than a text message. When you texted me two days ago, it reminded me of all the good times weâve spent together.â The truth comes to the surface, and Seokjin whispers it, afraid heâs going to scare you away. âIâve missed you, Y/n.â
The world must have stopped turning. Time must have stopped, because you just stand there unblinkingly. Heâs not sure youâre even breathing. But then slowly, like the first sun rays in the morning, a smile spreads on your lips.Â
Youâre beautiful, too beautiful, and Seokjin canât believe he got scared last year. He doesnât think thereâs anything scary about the woman standing in front of him.
âAnd you think Iâll just forgive you like this?â you ask even though youâre smiling.
Itâs like a stab to the chest. His heart aches, and Seokjin doesnât know what to reply. Heâs aware he doesnât deserve your forgiveness, but he wanted to give you his truth.
âI donât think I deserve it, honestly,â he says. He gulps around a sudden lump in his throat, glancing around your apartment if only so that he can commit it to memory. âBut I have missed you. Iâve felt guilty about it for months, but didnât know how to approach you. Didnât think youâd want me texting you out of the blue. I just⌠When you reached out, I just couldnât let you go without at least having apologized.â
You nod, leaning against the wall as if your legs canât support you anymore. âThank you for apologizing.â
He reckons heâs losing you. Not that he really had you to begin with, but Seokjin thinks heâs losing you, and it hurts more than he ever thought it would.
âOf course.â
Thereâs another silence of lingering heaviness, and then you nod your head. Push up from the wall and walk in your apartment, sitting down on the couch. You offer him a small smile, patting the spot next to you.
âCome in,â you tell him. âLetâs catch up.â
He widens his gaze, not really believing what you just said. But then again, he knows youâre a forgiving person - heâll make sure you donât regret your decision.
And he doesnât think you do. No, you spend the rest of the afternoon chatting, with you telling him all about your work and that annoying coworker that used to get on your nerves last year too. Itâs easy, filled with smiles and laughs and reminiscing, and when you invite him for dinner, Seokjin decides to cook for you.
He doesnât want you to lift a single finger for him, not when he wants to make it up to you. And he thinks he does, to a certain extent. Youâre beaming by the time youâve finished eating, telling him that you missed his food the most, and Seokjin complains that you only like him for his food. You just laugh it off, and then tell him that heâll have to cook a thousand more meals for you.
Call him crazy, but he knows he will. Heâll cook every meal for you if that means he gets a chance with you again. One that he promises to himself that he wonât fuck up. Maybe thatâs why he doesnât make a move tonight - he tries to respect you, to respect the fact that you might need a bit of distance from him before you want to be with him like that again.
He thinks it was the right decision. He thinks it was worth the weeks of waiting before you kissed him for the first time again, in a different setting this time. At his own apartment, after youâve had his Jajjangmyeon. You kiss softly, by the door, and Seokjin wonders if you can hear the wild beats of his heart in his chest.
You have to. Because you lay a hand on his chest right above his heart as you pull away from the kiss. Youâre smiling, your cheeks slightly flushed as you look between his two eyes. And then you say, âI want you tonight.â
Seokjin doesnât need to hear more. He cups your cheeks, stealing a languid kiss on your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers brush the strands of hair at the back of his head, and then you tug on them a little.
He grunts, pushing you back towards the door. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist, bringing your heat dangerously close to his dick. Heâs already getting hard, blood shooting down from his heart to his cock, and he grinds into you, swallowing the soft moan you let out.
A second later, you tease his bottom lip with your tongue, and Seokjin lets you in, getting drunk to the taste of you. Heâs so high with the taste of you that his mind is elsewhere - he doesnât know how you make it to his bed. All he knows is that, ten minutes later, youâre splayed out on his bed like his own personal feast, and the sight of your glistening pussy makes him go feral.
He kneels between your thighs, hooks your legs on his shoulders before leaning closer, lapping your juices up. You make a breathy sound he remembers from every night he couldnât sleep during his military service, instead thinking about how much he missed you.
You taste good. You taste sweet and salty, a perfect mix to his senses that makes him forget everything else but you. He circles your clit with his tongue, teases the bundle of nerves before he goes back to your entrance, pushing his tongue in once. You moan, one hand finding his hair to tug at the strands, and you instinctively grind in his face. Seokjin flattens his tongue to let you do it, to let you seek friction on the wet muscle, and then he unleashes himself, eats you out like youâre his last meal on this Earth.
Youâre panting already, alternating between mewls and moans by the time he pushes a finger inside of you, fighting against your already tightening walls. They relax when he sucks on your clit, and he takes it as an opportunity to push another finger in, curling his digits to hit the right spot inside of you.
After all, he knows he needs to stretch you out before heâll be able to fuck you. Youâre on the smaller side, and heâs⌠bigger than a lot of guys, so you do need the stretching. And heâs pleased to oblige, circling your clit, flicking it until your walls start spasming on his fingers. Not even a heartbeat later, youâre coming, his name on your lips in a sinful cry as he rides you through the orgasm, going feral with the sounds you make, and mostly with the taste of you.
His chin is covered with your juices by the time he sits back on his heels. He licks his fingers clean as you watch him through half-lidded eyes, and then he grabs his discarded shirt from the side - he barely remembers getting naked - to wipe his face dry.
Youâre naked too. A literal goddess sent from above to grace him with your presence. Youâre everything he could have ever wished for, and he still canât understand how stupid he was last year.
To think he could have had you during the rare breaks from his serviceâŚÂ
He was stupid. Stupid, foolish and everything in between, but at least heâs here with you now.
âWow,â you let out, a small chuckle falling from your lips. Youâre visibly fucked out, yet you still manage to rock his world as you reach for his dick, giving him a squeeze. âI want you.â
Shit.
âAre you sure?â he asks, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you start stroking him.
âSo bigâŚâ He grunts at your crude words. âYes, Iâm sure. Iâve been thinking about sex with you for weeks, Jin.â
He looks around, searching for his pants. Theyâre over by the door, a lot farther away than he imagined they would be. It feels far, too far, considering heâs already nestled between your legs.
âWhat?â you let out, and you grip him tighter.
He feels it in his balls. He hasnât had sex in forever - you being the last one before his service - so obviously he knows he wonât last. Heâs so horny he thinks heâd be able to come all over your stomach if you keep jerking him off. But he stops you, gently wrapping his hand around yours to restrain your motions.
âBaby,â he breathes out. âShit, let me grab a condom.â
âYou donât want to fuck me raw?â you tease, biting at your lower lip. âI havenât had sex with anyone since you.â
The words please him far more than he thought they would. It feels like, maybe, you were his all this time too.
He says your name like a warning, but you only smirk mischievously.
âAfraid Iâll get pregnant?â you add. âDonât you think weâd make pretty babies?â
You would. He knows damn well you would and it wouldnât even be because of him. Itâd be all you - your beauty is incomparable.Â
âAs much as I want to get you pregnant one day,â Seokjin replies, moving away from you. He misses your hand on him the second you let go, but itâs for the best. âI donât think we are there yet,â he continues. âBut I promise Iâll fuck babies into you one day.â
You close your thighs instinctively at his words as if youâre still searching for friction.
As if you didnât come on his tongue just a minute ago.
It doesnât take Seokjin a long time before heâs put a condom on, discarding the package in the trash can next to your bed. Youâve just been watching him, and he kneels back between your legs, his balls already tightening in anticipation.
He rubs his tip on your folds, collecting the glistening juice. Your mouth falls open on a silent moan, especially as he moves to your clit. One of your legs twitches from oversensitivity, or at least he assumes itâs because of that, and he aligns himself with your entrance.
âLet me know if it hurts,â he tells you.
âDonât you remember how well I could-â
Your words are cut short as Seokjin pushes in, your walls sucking him in slowly and surely until he bottoms out, some of his dick still sticking out of you. You just look at him, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, and Seokjin licks his lips, saying, âYou were saying?â
âIâve missed this.â
Your words ring in his mind, on and on, erasing everything that he is to build him anew, to build him in a way that finally allows him to be with you. His heart fills with warmth, exploding like fireworks, and he bends down to capture your lips in a kiss that means more than words ever could.Â
He doesnât move for a while, warming his cock in you while he just keeps on kissing you, not even stopping for breathing. Itâs like he doesnât need it - hell, he thinks all he needs is you. And you kiss him back with so much passion he thinks this is it, heâs reached nirvana.
The feeling perseveres as he slowly pulls his hips back, before pushing forward again, the motion making his entire body tingle with pleasure. He swallows your soft moan, grunts in your mouth as your pussy clenches on him. Your hands are on his back, in his hair, and the second you pull on the strands again, he lifts his head, meeting your gaze.
âYou feel so good,â you praise, eyes sparkling.
He smiles softly, pecking your forehead, and then he kneels back to take in the sight of you as he slowly fucks into you, spearing you open. The sight of your pussy swallowing his dick is indecent in the best way, and he progressively increases the rhythm, making sure not to hurt you.
He wouldnât forgive himself if he did. So he fucks you gently, faster and faster but never hard, not until your hands find his thighs, your nails digging into his skin. He grunts then, swearing underneath his breath, and then says, âI really donât want to hurt you.â
âJin, itâs okay,â you let out. You smile, wetting your lips. âJust fuck me.â
He lets out what could be considered as a whine, and then his motions grow rougher. He stops himself after a few thrusts, and you meet his gaze, looking slightly annoyed that he stopped.
âYou have to tell me if it hurts, okay?â he says as he cups your cheek.Â
You smile softly, nodding once. âI will, I promise.â
Once the reassurance is finally uttered, Seokjin finally lets himself go, fucking you like his life depends on it. Youâre soon moaning loudly, and he has half a thought that his neighbours might hear. But then again it turns him on even more to know heâs the one making you scream like that, and heâs soon moaning with you, praising you as he slowly feels his climax nearing.
But he wants you closer when he comes. Wants to feel you in his arms, to feel his skin on yours. So he leans forward again, caging you between his arms as he keeps fucking you into the mattress. Your nails soon scratch at his back, leaving marks he knows heâll have to hide but canât bring himself to care about.
âFuck, Jin,â you moan, and his head drops in the crook of your neck.
âIâm going to come,â he says, and you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close as the high finally hits him, and he releases loads and loads of cum in the condom.Â
He thinks heâs floating. Heâs just a leaf floating away on a small lake, unbothered by the world. His whole body feels so light, and the only thing tethering him to the present is your arms around his neck.
Heâs never come this hard before.Â
âYou okay?â you ask as you rub his back.
He grunts, trying to lift his head but failing. âHoly shit.â
You laugh lightly, and the crystalline sound is what finally brings him back down to Earth, what has to be minutes later.
âWow.â He chuckles, pecks your lips. âThat was amazing.â
You smile, your fingers drawing idle shapes on his back. âIt was.â
Seokjin meets your gaze, taking a moment to observe the feelings swirling behind your irises, deep in the depths of your eyes. The emotions are like northern lights, swishing and shining and more beautiful than anything heâs ever seen before.
This time, Seokjin doesnât get scared. This time, he takes the emotions in, knowing that they are reflected in his own gaze. And though you havenât told it to each other, he knows that you love him.
And more than that, he knows that he loves you, too.
âââââ
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risquĂŠ ; timestamp #17
pairing; risquĂŠ!jk x risquĂŠ!oc (ft. jkâs bestie kim seokjin)
genre; fluff? idk lol
OBS! this timestamp is a follow up to the âteasing photosâ drabble and I didnât proofread so if you see any mistakes, no you donât
[4:48 pm]Â another picture ticks in on jungkookâs phone. itâs been a couple of hours since the meeting he was in when you sent the first ones. he huffs out a dry, chuckle of disbelief when he opens the text from you, the picture you sent him not what he expected â instead of a teasing lingerie picture, itâs a selfie of you, sitting on his couch. the picture is taken from above, your head resting on the back of the couch as you smile cutely at the camera.
âwaiting for you ... <3Ⲡis what the text says.
jungkook smiles to himself, too distracted by your pretty face to hear a single word of what seokjin says. it isnât until seokjin snaps his fingers over jungkookâs desk to catch his attention that jungkook tears his gaze from his phone to the man sitting across from him. seokjin arches an eyebrow at jungkook, waiting patiently for an explanation.
âstop smiling at your phone like that,â seokjin huffs when jungkook doesnât elaborate. he leans back in his seat while staring at jungkook with a disturbed expression. âitâs creeping me out.â
âsorry,â jungkook chuckles, hitting send to the reply he typed out for you before putting his phone down on top of his desk.
seokjin looks confused and slightly baffled when jungkook returns his full attention to him. âwhoâs texting you?â
âuh...â jungkook begins, pursing his lips before continuing, the word that leaves his mouth sounding unusual coming from him. âmy girlfriend...?â
seokjinâs eyes widen, âyour girlfriend?â
jungkook nods.
âsince when?â
jungkook shrugs, âa few months ago i think.â
âyou think?â seokjin blinks at jungkook.
âyeah, weâre not really keeping trackâŚâ jungkook admits and shrugs again, not really thinking much of it. neither of you have been keeping track of how long youâve been seeing each other. itâs been at least a few months but jungkook really isnât sure.
âwhat- why- I canât believe you have a girlfriend!â
jungkook watches as the gears turn in his older friendâs head, desperately trying to comprehend this new information. he doesnât blame him for being shocked. âgirlfriendâ has never been a word in jungkookâs vocabulary but truth be told, he never planned for this to happen.
it just did.
and he would be lying if he said he didnât enjoy the fact that he has a girlfriend now.
âyouâve been dating this girl for months and you didnât even tell me! what the hell is wrong with you, jungkook?â
seokjin is offended and jungkook finds it amusing, a lazy grin spreading upon his lips as he leans back in his office chair and kicks his feet up. seokjin is married with kids and doesnât have an ounce of gossip nor drama in his life so the least he expects from his friends is for them to tell him about their scandalous love lives. but it seems jungkook is settling and seokjin canât believe his own ears.
âwell?â seokjin presses, âwho is she?â
jungkookâs eyes glance to his phone where a new text from you pops up, your name and the emojis you put after your contact name centered on his screen. he leaves it for now though as his long-time friend is desperately waiting for answers on the other side of the desk. and so jungkook sighs and brings a hand up to run it through his hair.
âitâs, um⌠well, itâs ____.â
seokjinâs lips part as he gapes at jungkook, always the dramatic one when it comes to reactions.
â____ as in your bossâ daughter, ____?â
jungkook presses his lips together and nods, âthatâd be her.â
âdamnâŚâ
âitâs really not a big deal-â jungkook then starts but seokjin soon interrupts.
ânot a big deal?â he scoffs, âyouâve been living the single life for years but now you have a girlfriend and you call it âno big dealâ? this is HUGE.â
another sigh leaves jungkook as he rolls his eyes heavenward at his friendâs dramatic response. like jungkook said, itâs not that big of a deal. besides, your father doesnât know yet. the only person jungkook has told is seokjin just now and heâs going to keep it that way until the two of you have agreed on telling your father. until then, you and jungkook will keep it under the radar for everyoneâs sake.
âhey, listen- ____âs dad doesnât know yet so promise me you wonât go blabbering about it before we get the chance to tell him.â
seokjin furrows his brows, âI donât blab-â
âdude, you do nothing but blab-â jungkook scoffs.
âtrueâŚâ seokjin sighs.
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American Mate - (5) Heated Discussions (M)
Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader
Status: Ongoing series
Chapter number: 5 of unknown
Word count for Chapter: 2765 (sorry it is so short)
Work count for Story: 19,008
Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine
A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.
Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, arguments, comfort, Alpha Space, close proximity, and scenting.
This chapter has a slightly mature scene at the end. At the start of the mature scene, the following banner will be displayed:
BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit
AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST
Keep Safe. Keep Safe. First, it was Taehyung, and now it's Yoongi. Alpha Space seems to be no joke. Derek was not lying when he said this mindset helps them protect. Letâs hope this doesnât mean they will treat you like a child.
Walking out of the elevator, you cannot help but smile at the rest of the Bangtan pack. While still in pain, you felt safe around them.Â
âExcuse me, Miss Y/n. I have a few things that I would like to discuss with you before we get going. Allow me to walk you to your van,â Manager Sejin directs you off to the side with a nod from Namjoon.Â
Yoongi closely follows you as you go with Manager Sejin. âMiss Y/n, thank you for your care and consideration in this situation. I can promise you that it will not be easy for the eight of you, but it will be worth it.â
As he speaks, you feel a tail wrap around your waist, and a hand touches your back. Looking over your shoulder, you see that Yoongi has his hand on your upper back but is facing away from you, looking at his packmates.Â
Noticing that the group has gathered in a circle, something significant is being discussed. Not wanting to keep Yoongi from doing something important, you look back at the manager.
âManager Sejin, I do not feel so well. Can you please take me to the van? I would like to sit down and process things.â He nods and moves towards the van in front.
âMr. Min,â you smile softly at the jaguar as he looks at you, keeping an ear tuned in to the group of men. âI am going to go sit in the van. I am sure that I will be fine there while I wait for you and your packmates.â
Adding a bit of a pout to your smile, you ask, âCan you go and make sure everything is okay so that we can go? My hand is really starting to hurt?â
âYes. Van safe. Manager Safe. Go packhouse now.â Yoongi responds.
Unwrapping his tail, he pushes on your back softly, urging you to get in. He returns to the circle of hybrids in what looks like a new heated discussion.
After exiting the elevator, Taehyung makes to stay with you, Yoongi, and the manager but is stopped by Jungkook. The younger one knows Taehyung would want to be a part of the discussion that is soon to come, even if he is still in Alpha Space.
After you had gone off with Yoongi and their manager, the remaining packmates circled up at the youngest's request. The mates seek comfort in one another. Jungkook hugs Taehyung from behind, while Jimin hugs Hoseok around the waist as he leans against Seokjin.
Most of the pack had been through finding mates since there are six of them. Jungkook was the only one who understood the concept of what to do with a new mate but had never been on this side of the situation.Â
âThere are two vans. Obviously, Yoongi will be going in the van with Y/n, but who is going with them?â asks Jungkook, looking around as it dawns on them.Â
The vans only fit five people in the back. Each mate immediately started proposing why they had to be in the same van as you, all at once.Â
Seokjin said he only got to speak to you before the observation room and needed to see if his Alpha would react like everyone else has so far.
Hoseok tops everyone, saying that he has only ever gotten to look at you, and itâs high time he was able to speak to the newest mate.
Jimin agrees with Hoseok and thinks he can help get Yoongi out of Alpha Space on the trip to the packhouse.
Taehyung keeps quiet, his Alpha Space pulling at him to be near you again soon. However, Taehyungâs Alpha was much calmer and understood that being the second youngest meant he would most likely not be allowed to go.Â
Jungkook argues that he was the one who got you to calm down in the break room, and your instincts are already reacting to him. Therefore, he is the best person to keep you calm from here on out.
Rubbing his temples, Namjoon lets out a sigh. He said you were âno trouble,â but you really are gonna be trouble for them, but not in a way he is worried about. It's just going to be a change in dynamic.
âGuys, we all want to spend time with our new mate, but we must remember that she is human and doesnât understand. Right now, all she knows is that Yoongi is deep in Alpha Space, and we, as a pack, must help her situation.â
âHow are we going to tell her, Hyung? If her family member's statement is true, she wonât believe us,â Jimin says, looking your way, ears flat in concern.
âThat is a good question. I donât have an answer right now.â
âWe may not have much time to come up with something. She needs to know. She needs to understand,â Hoseok voices with watery eyes. If what that man upstairs said truly is the kind of person you are, they must help you grow to recognize yourself.Â
Moving to hug Hoseok with the others, Jungkook adds, âShe may know about hybrids, but she doesnât know enough about the Alpha-side of the culture, and whatâs even worse is that she doesnât know how precious she is.â
âThatâs it! I go in van. Show Mate real!â Taehyung finally speaks up. He turns to walk toward you with a puffed tail and determination, only to be stopped by Soekjin.
âNo, you have spent time with her. She knows you care, but she still thinks I am looking at one of the playmates they introduced us to. I am going to go with her.â
Within seconds, they are back to all talking over each other. Each of them demanded the other stay behind with justifications. This time, Namjoon joins in the fray. None of them notice that you have entered the van, and Yoongi is standing just outside the circle, watching the hushed chaos.Â
With a stern voice that is just a bit louder than everyone else, Yoongi declares, âPackhouse, go now. Mate in pain.â
Silence takes over the group as they all look in your direction. Though you are inside the van, they can still see you. Taking in your appearance, they notice your wrist keeps swelling more, your face is paler, and you are bouncing your leg with nerves.
"Yoongi-hyung is right. We need to go. Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, and I will go with Y/n. The rest of you will go in the other van,â Pack Alpha says with a hint of Alpha voice, trying his best to get everyone going.Â
âNo,â Soekjin counters. âI pull the eldest card. Kookie, I am sorry but you should go with the others and help with Tae. I want to talk with her.â
âHyuuunnnnggg,â whined the youngest, âfine, I will sit in the reject van.â Jungkook stomps off to the second van. His ears droopy, and his shoulders rounded like a scolded child.
âWe got our bun,â Jimin says as he follows, pulling the still crystal-eyed Taehyung along. He mutters promises of scenting, nesting, and various kinds of cuddles if the Alpha joins him and the bunny in the second van.
Taking a seat in the van, you notice two captain chairs and a bench seat. Not knowing where everyone else sat, you figured Yoongiâs Alpha would practically require him to sit near you, which meant the bench seat would be the best.Â
Sitting in the middle of the bench but on the edge of the seat, you bounce your leg while you wait because your anxiety is still bugging you. Your wrist is throbbing now.Â
You wish you had something to drink as you eye the bottles of water sitting in the different cup holders. Wishing they had something more potent, you keep quiet, and your eyes return to watching the group talk.
Noticing where your line of sight was, Manager Sejin grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler built into the center console, opened it, and held it out to you. âWould you like something to drink? We only have water.â
âOh, thank you, Sir. I didnât want to take something that belonged to the pack.â
Shaking his head, Manager Sejin can smell your nervousness as his eyes flit over your form. Then he takes a quick look at the pack. They are still deep in discussion. Finally, he looks you in the eye.Â
With a sigh, âMiss y/n, may I give you some advice?â
Swallowing your water quickly, you give him your full attention and nod.
âYou are a person. A person that has needs, wants, and desires. Donât be afraid to speak up. Ask for things. Demand things. I know they can be a bit much but they are each a person just like you. Idol or not.â
At the sound of footsteps, both of you look to see some of them approaching. Before he moves to the front seat, he says, âThey will be there for you.âÂ
You are not sure what was more surprising. The fact that the two captain's chairs could turn to face the backseat or that Yoongi allowed you to be sandwiched between his older packmates.
Seokjin entered first. He sat on the bench to your left, and you hurried over to give him room. This was short-lived because next came Hoseok.
Hoseok gracefully wiggled his way to your right side on the bench. No wonder he was a dance god, you thought to yourself as you dropped your eyes to the floor to avoid watching his chest and hips pass your face.
This puts you in the middle and unable to keep any respectful distance between yourself and them. Feeling a blush creep up your neck and face as the two menâs bodies pressed against your larger form, you move to sit on one of the other chairs.Â
âSit. Safe. HyungsâŚhmmmâŚâ Yoongi starts to explain, but his Alpha Space limits his words since he and his Alpha donât want to give too much information about you being their mate just yet.
âSit, please, doll. Yoongi will want to sit near the door to be your first line of defense. I guess you could say,â Hoseok speaks up gently, pulling at your elbow and guiding you back to your seat.
âYes. Keep Safe. Guard.â Yoongi says with the look of a drill sergeant on his face as he takes the chair near the door. Namjoon, having already taken his seat in the other chair, spun it to face you.
âGuarding the door, got it but I could sit in the chair and Mr. Prime Alpha could sit with you. I am sure it would be more comfortable with him here than with me.â
Next thing you know, you are face-to-face with Seokjin as he leans his chest across your body to tighten you in. You hold your breath as you make eye contact with his deep, intelligent eyes. Â
âI do hope you are not implying what I think you are,â Seokjin comments while handing Hoseok your seatbelt.
His eyes are searching yours for something. As your blush deepens, a smirk grows on his face before he says, âyou are much more cozy to sit with than Joon, Miss y/n.â
You are dizzy at the thought of making yourself âcozyâ with Seokjin. Blinking rapidly, you try to return to this reality and out of the gutter as you chuckle a response, âAh, cozy, haha, I donât think Gabriel Iglesias uses that in his levels.â
A mixture of hissing and growls fills the van. Your eyes snap up to see that Seokjin is the one hissing as he sits back correctly. Looking over, you see Namjoonâs jaw is set, and Yoongiâs eyes have narrowed as they growl.Â
Instinctually, you lean away from the dangerous noise makers which causes you to press against Hoseok. Placing a hand back on your elbow, he leans forward, whispering in your right ear, âDoll, I think you have had some rather mean and disrespectful people around you in your past, but you are with us now.â
âWe do not allow for anyone to be self-deprecating. From the look on Yoongiâs face this isnât the first time you have done this.â
Not taking your eyes off the three men whom you seemed to piss off yet again, âItâs not self-deprecation. Itâs pointing out the truth, which helps me stay grounded.â
A soft hiss is heard in your ear, causing you to jolt forward, only to be stopped by an arm now around your waist. Hoseok chuckles as he pulls you back against his chest. His warm breath only adds warmth to your already heated skin.Â
Whispering in your other ear, âWhile it is nice that you are so instinctually responsive to us, doll. You must learn to listen when you are told something. In time you will believe what we tell you as well.â
While time in the van seemingly stops and sound becomes non-existent, the focus is on you as you battle your various reactions.Â
Your body responds in a mix of ways. The lean but fit body pressed against your back warms you, causing your heart rate to race. However, the deep chuckles, hot breath on your neck, and primal eyes watching you cause heat to start pooling lower on your body.
Your mind is back in your damn nightmare because you cannot seem to go more than five minutes without causing some kind of adverse reaction from the worldâs most famous male K-pop band.
To top it off, you are internally scolding yourself for losing your professionalism when all you want to do is figure out how to make them stop being upset at you and hide before they notice that you are getting riled up over basically nothing.
Your gutter of a mind now takes the nightmare of being hunted by the pack of Alphas in a much different direction.Â
âKookie! Kookie! Come on, bun. You know Jin-hyung is only trying to find ways to help,â Jimin coos at the upset bunny hybrid. Shaking his head, Jimin wonders why it is his job always to calm down these two lovebirds.
Realizing Jungkook is a lost cause, Jimin undoes his seatbelt and sits in Taehyungâs lap, gaining his attention. Jimin asks, âAlpha, is this okay? We really need Tae Tae back to help with Kookie and our newest mate. If I scent you well, can you let go?â
The crystal blue eyes look over his slightly older mate,âScent then help mates.â
Smiling sweetly at the Alpha, Jimin noses at his jaw, causing the tiger to tilt his head to grant more space. Scooting forward and resting fully on Taeâs thighs, Jimin rubs his cheek along Taeâs jawline. Soft puffs of warm air blow across Taeâs neck, causing the Alphaâs breath to hitch.Â
Continuing his journey, Jimin sniffs down the tip of his ear, down his neck to the bend where the scent of ebony wood is most robust. Pressing a soft kiss to the gland, the scenting session continues.Â
The scent of ebony wood, oranges, and vanilla mixes. It is not long before the pouting bunny hybrid starts to watch his hyungs. Long forgotten is the reason why he is upset as he slowly releases his own calming cinnamon-like scent into the mix.Â
Realizing that he has successfully got one of the two mates into a better mood, Jimin ups the ante. Shifting his weight forward, he lays his body flush against Taehyung. Within moments, Taehyungâs hand gripped Jiminâs tiny waist, pulling him in tighter.
Chirping happily at the response, Jimin kisses up and down Taehyungâs neck. When Taehyung starts to scent Jimin back, Jimin nips over the scent gland and laves it with his tongue, mixing their scents deeper.
Soon, the youngest joined them on the bench, sniffing the air and whining. Shifting closer, his bunny tail wiggled, and his ears stood as tall as they could inside the van.
âTae-hyung, Minnie-hyung, can I join? Please?â Jungkook asks as he softly places a hand on Jiminâs thigh.Â
Nodding, Jumin moves to the other side of Taehyungâs neck, and Jungkook takes his place. Drowning the spaced-out Alpha in the loving scents of his two mates.
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New Year With You (M)
pairing: hfth!jungkook x f. reader
genre: established relationship, fluff, light smut [18+]
summary: Ringing in the new year means saying goodbye to Grandmother Jeon, lots of alcohol, and a devastatingly handsome Jungkook.
wc: 2.8k
warnings: alcohol use/mention (body shots), implied smut (unprotected sex, hickeys, sexual thoughts/conversations), food mention, Tae is a flirt and Seokjin is shy about it, oc scratched the hell out of JK's back (with consent), teasing
a/n: thank you @btsgotjams27 for helping me again đđ
read home for the holidays
date: January 19, 2024
Grandmother Jeon had left early this morning with the Jeons and Parks in tow. She had pulled you into a tight hug as Dae loaded her suitcases into the trunk.
âYou two have a good new year, and if I donât see you before Spring Break, make sure to call,â Grandmother Jeon instructs as she releases you to hug Jungkook just as tight.
âAnd you,â she smiles. âMake sure you check the house out before you return to school. Iâll make arrangements for renovations if you want to change anything up. Do what you want with it, okay?â
âYes, Grandmother Jeon. Thank you,â he says as he hugs her tighter, and she kisses his cheek before releasing him.
âDonât get into too much trouble tonight while your parents are away,â Grandmother Jeon raises a brow. âIâm gonna be overseas, and your parents are going to be out of town so we canât bail you out of jail.â
âIâll keep him in check, Grandmother Jeon,â you promise as you wrap your arm around Jungkookâs waist. His sweater is thicker than yours, and the wind rattles you to the core, but your goodbyes are more important than a few chilly minutes.
âThatâs what I like to hear, honey!â Minji laughs. âWeâve got to be tough with these Jeon men!â
âMom!â Dae calls from the car as he shuts the trunk. âWeâre all set.â
Minji smiles again. âYou watch out for that Park boy, too. Jimin and that mouth of his. Iâm sure Iâll be hearing about tonight from his grandmother. Weâre gonna play shuffleboard and find us some dance partners before midnight! Donât worry about me.â
âGet âem, Minji,â you giggle as you hug her one last time, promising to call soon. She waves as she links her arm with Jungkookâs as he walks her out of the house and toward the driveway where his parents wait for them. Luna is buckled in her seat, barking her head off when she finally spots her mother.
Across the street, Jimin is helping his grandmother get into his parentsâ car. He waves when he spots you in the doorway, and you grin.
The eight of you had plans to spend the New Year together. The weather was still rough. Snow still covered the streets and you werenât in the mood to be stuffed in a club like a sardine.
Jungkook had invited everyone over. Jimin, Joon, and Tae would probably walk home, and Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi would either sleep over or go across the street.
The plans for tonight involved games, alcohol, and plenty of food. The home was still decorated for Christmas, and Aera promised to put everything away once she returned. Before you could offer to help, Jungkook shook his head.
âMom likes to keep them up a little longer. She decorates for Valentineâs Day and so on. We should come back for Halloween. Youâd love it.â Jungkook smiled.
âIâm gonna miss her,â you tell Jungkook as he joins you on the front porch. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, kissing your cheek.
âGrandmother Jeon will be fine,â Jungkook assures you. âMy parents will be back in a couple of days and then we can go look at the house.â
âItâll be nice to party with Minji on Spring Break,â you giggle as you head back inside and shut the door after Jungkook.Â
âIf we can keep up,â he chuckles with a shake of his head.Â
âIâm glad this all worked out, Koo,â you admit as you wrap your arms around his waist. He rubs your back as you rest your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. It soothes you.Â
âMe too, baby. Otherwise, I would have waited until we got back to school to say something,â He giggles, his nose scrunching the tiniest bit.Â
You smile, kissing the mole beneath his lip. âCome on, babe. We have the house to ourselves and a few more hours before our friends come over.â
âOh, and how do you suggest we pass the time, baby?â Jungkook smirks.
âOh, I donât know,â you say coyly as you walk two fingers up his broad chest. âIâm sure we can think of something.â
Your laughter fills the home as you take off running toward the stairs with Jungkook right behind you. His laughter and yours grow louder when he catches you and leads you to his bedroom, where you spend the next few hours wrapped up in each other.Â
You shouldnât stare.
You shouldnât.
Youâre not.
Honestly, youâre not.
But you so are!
âAre you part of some male dancer association?â you blurt, covering your mouth with your hands. You did not just say that!
Jimin cackles, shaking his head. âNo.â
Seokjin smirks. âHoseok picked our outfits.â
Your eyes look over at Hoseok, the menace. He smirks when you eye him up and down. He lowers his sunglasses to drown you in his dark look. Fuck, fuck, wow!Â
âDonât you look ravishing,â he comments as he sets his sunglasses on his head. âGotta say, you look just as hot as I imagined.â
âHoseok!â you giggle, shaking your head.
Hoseok shrugs. âItâs a nice dress. Still had the tags on when I found it in your closet.â
âHas Kook seen it yet?â Seokjin asks as he rakes his eyes over you.Â
âNot yet,â you explain. âWe decided to get ready separately.â
âOh, heâs gonna die,â Jimin chuckles as he walks past you to the kitchen, where Yoongi finished cooking the food.
Alcohol fills the refrigerator and the counters. Jimin has a bottomless stomach when it comes to alcohol, and Tae always tries to keep up.
Youâre excited to see Jungkook, but after the stunt Hoseok pulled, youâre not so sure you could handle it.
âDarling,â Jungkook calls from the stairs.
Hoseok chuckles as he watches you turn around slowly, gasping when you spot Jungkook.Â
Jungkookâs dark hair is coiffed in a slicked-back manner. The blazer is too big for his frame, but the black mesh shirt hugs him in all the right places, showing off his taut chest and ripped abs. Silver jewelry adorns his ears, neck, and hand, but what you really love is the one pierced into his bottom lip.Â
You swear your brain malfunctions as it does for SpongeBob when all he needs to remember is fine dining. You donât think you could even remember your name right now if somebody asked because all you can think is how fucking hot your boyfriend looks. You donât even think youâre breathing, your voice caught in your throat as your eyes take in every delicious inch of his body.Â
Were you two alone, youâd have him beneath you already. His chest would get covered in your lipstick, and his cock would be inside you, making you cream around him as you bounced on him.Â
Jungkook isnât faring much better. The dress youâre wearing leaves little to the imagination. Heâs breathless as he admires your radiance. The smile on your face is bashful but directed right at him.Â
Jungkook should send Hoseok a personalized thank you note after this trip. Perhaps even a bouquet of peonies, freshly picked from a field they visited as children not too far from their home. He knows Hoseok wishes he had more time to make something for you. Heâs very talented, and no doubt would create amazing clothing for each of you if given the chance. Jimin wore a suit made just for him, a gift for his birthday just a few months ago.Â
Smirking, Jungkook takes the last step as he eyes the necklace sitting perfectly on your chest. Itâs on a thin gold chain with his initial. Thereâs an accompanying one on your thigh that glimmers in the light when you move toward him, the slit on your dress dangerously high up, and your heels click on the floor as you meet him.Â
âYou look gorgeous,â Jungkook whispers when you grab his suit jacket. He notes how you bat your lashes, eyes sparkling when you look at him.
âAnd you look good enough to eat,â you respond, not noticing how your friends give you a moment alone.Â
To be honest, Hoseok was a little worried youâd jump each other in front of everyone. You wouldnât lie. The thought had crossed your mind.
âDo I?â Jungkook smiles as he cups your face. His lips look very tempting as he toys with his lip ring.Â
What you wouldnât give to strip him naked where he stands. The thought alone sends a tingle down your spine as his fingers move downward to the necklace youâre wearing.Â
âPerhaps thereâs something I can do about that later on,â he whispers as he releases the initial and locks eyes with you. You blink, left breathless as his gaze locks you in place.Â
Should you take him to his room? Forget all about the evening planned with your friends and welcome the new year tangled in sheets, his name on your lips, and his hands on your hips.
âIf you guys are gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else?â Namjoon asks with a brownie in one hand and a champagne flute in the other.Â
Jungkook chuckles as he steps away from you. He takes your hand in his and leads you to your friends in the kitchen.Â
Itâs no surprise that Jiminâs already got the alcohol open. Yoongi turns the stove off and moves a pot off of the eye before calling everyone for dinner.Â
The dining room is filled with laughter. Joy spreads from one person to the next as the alcohol and fond memories flow.Â
Taehyung and Yoongi suggest moving the party to the living room. The table gets cleared by Seokjin and a tipsy Namjoon, whoâs had too many brownies and flutes of champagne.Â
Hoseok has cleared the living room coffee table and set the liquor and glasses on it. Each of you has a different glass straw to not get confused, but you know youâll end up sharing with Jungkook and possibly Jimin by the end of the night.Â
The TV is on in the background, a show on mute as they prepare for the new year. The countdown flashes on the screen, still two hours away.Â
Fireworks blast off outside from the neighbors and their kids. Despite the cold weather, gatherings still take place.Â
Jimin smirks when you take a seat on the couch beside Jungkook. Your hand rests on his thigh, and Jungkook toys with the small chain on your leg.Â
âHow about we start with body shots?â Jimin suggests, feigning innocence when his eyes connect with yours.Â
Jungkook scoffs. âAs if, Park.â
Jimin chuckles. He knows Jungkook well enough to know when heâs pissed him off.Â
âDonât worry,â Seokjin giggles. âWe wonât do it off your girl.â
âAlready making him mad?â Yoongi asks as he sets down a bowl of perfectly cut limes for the tequila. Yoongi normally sticks to whiskey and Tae and Jimin love tequila. Hoseok and you loved cocktails, and Jungkook and Seokjin will have whatâs available. Namjoon keeps a flute of champagne in his hand most of the night, sipping in between sweets.Â
âCan we just drink already?â Taehyung pouts as he eyes the bottle of tequila sitting untouched on the coffee table. âPlease?â
Everyone laughs as they open bottles. Yoongi sits in a recliner with a glass of whiskey in his hand as the music plays from a speaker on the mantel.Â
Hoseok sits on the loveseat, a sketchbook in his lap as he watches you. Heâd have to get your measurements later, perhaps in a few days or once you return to campus before the semester gets too busy for everyone. Heâd like to make something for you and Jungkook. Perhaps matching outfits if time allows, but if not, matching accessories are just as good. After all, nothing is better than a gift given from the heart.Â
An hour l and a half later, everyone is giddy and tipsy. Seokjin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon play cards on the floor. They grow louder, and curses and groans of dissatisfaction escape them when Seokjin lays down his winning hand.
Yoongi hums along to the song playing, and Hoseok puts the finishing touches on his sketch.Â
Jungkook has shed his suit jacket, as have most of your friends. The fireplace roars brightly after getting started by Jungkook and Yoongi.Â
Hoseok insisted everyone pose for pictures for his Polaroid camera, which caused Taehyung to ask everyone to pose for him.Â
âMemories,â he had said with a stern look. âPrecious memories that you will thank me for twenty years down the line when your kids ask how you spent your first New Year's Eve.â
It was hard to say no after that.
The countdown seems to fly by once youâre done taking photos. Jimin and Taehyung demand one more shot before heading outside to watch the fireworks and ring in the new year.Â
âOh, come on,â Jimin chuckles. âOne body shot.â
You laugh. âIâll do it off Koo if heâll let me.â
Jungkook nods, eager to get your hands on his body. Heâs been pretty tame due to company but heâs been eyeing you all night, wanting to get you alone to kiss you as much as he wants.Â
He hopes he can see you in that dress again when both of you are completely sober. He clears his throat as he lies on the couch after removing his mesh shirt. Heâs done a good job of covering the hickeys left on his torso from your past few romps.
 You kneel in front of him while Jimin shoves a lime wedge in Jungkookâs mouth.Â
âLick around his belly button,â Yoongi instructs with a cheeky grin.Â
âYou guys are the worst,â you grumble.Â
âYou can back out whenever,â Seokjin assures you. âNo judgment.â
Taehyungâs nods. âIâll do a shot off Seokjin next if itâll help.â
âNo,â Seokjin huffs. âThe last time you let it go down into my underwear.â
Taehyung shrugs. âI would have gotten it.â
Seokjin blushes. âShut up.â
âCan we do this before we miss the clock striking twelve?â Hoseok frowns.Â
âOkay, okay,â Jimin says as you lick around Jungkookâs navel. Yoongi puts some salt around the circle and moves out of the way.Â
âCome on, Seokjin,â Jimin says as he moves to the older man to get his shirt off.Â
âWait, you were serious,â he laughs as he takes his shirt off, and the friends get distracted for a moment while they tease him.Â
You do your shot seamlessly, kissing Jungkookâs hip before moving toward the lime wedge. You grimace when it touches your tongue, and you spit it out into a napkin.
âUgh, that never goes down easy for me,â you complain as you get on your feet.Â
Namjoon and Yoongi have left to fill flutes with champagne in the kitchen while Seokjin put his shirt back on.Â
âGet your coats on,â Taehyung claps as he starts handing coats to your friends. Jungkook gets off the couch, turning around to grab his shirt when your friends freeze, and you cover your face with your hands.Â
âGeez,â Jimin said your name in between bouts of laughter. âDid you have to maul him?â
âOh, lord,â you murmur into your hands as your face grows hot.Â
âWhat?â Jungkook asks as he puts his shirt back on and then his jacket.Â
âKeep your shirt on around your parents,â Taehyung giggles.
âUnless you want them to see the claw marks on your back,â Seokjin cackles as he leads his friends toward the door.Â
âIâm so sorry,â you apologize, mortified. âDoes it hurt? Oh, fuck. Iâm sorry.â
âDarling, itâs fine,â Jungkook assures you. âI asked for it, remember? I kept asking you to do it harder and harder?âÂ
You bite your lip, nodding. Jungkook grins, kissing your lips.Â
âMaybe tomorrow we can do it again?â Jungkook kisses your cheek as he leads you to the door to get your coat. He helps you into it before you join your friends on the porch.Â
Jimin hands you a flute, and Yoongi hands one to Jungkook.Â
Hoseok nearly jumps in his spot as he counts down from thirty.Â
Giddiness fills your body as you look at your friends. When all of this first started you never imagined feeling joy like this. True friendship that would last a lifetime surrounded you; and included you.Â
Jungkookâs hand goes to your hip as he pulls you closer. The wind is brutal but the fireworks burst with color in the air, and their beauty makes being cold worth it.Â
â3! 2! 1!â
âHappy New Year!â
You smile brightly as you raise your flute with your friends, taking a sip before Jungkookâs lips are on yours.Â
A new year, a new chance to make wonderful memories with the man beside you.Â
Nothing could be better than this.Â
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The Obsidian Pearl (I)
â pairing: mermaid seokjin x (f) reader â word count: 7.2k â warnings: yandere, descriptions of death/blood/violence â summary: Sailing through The Dead Manâs Passage is a death sentence and the whole crew knows it. But with the shipâs stocks dwindling fast, your captain is left with no other choice. When a haunting melody makes the crew jump ship one by one, you find yourself alone with the demon lurking in the murky red water. As the creature beckons you to jump into the icy ocean â âcome to me, petâ â you find that you canât do anything but obey.
Part 01 - 02
"Captain, this is a bad idea."
A hush falls over the deck, a few whispers being passed back and forth between the crew as they watch you challenge the captain's decision. There's an audible gulp somewhere behind you as the captain pins you with a hard gaze, his jaw clenched tight with annoyance.
He taps the map that's spread out in front of him, voice leaving no room for argument as he says, "This is the fastest route."
"That may be, Captain, but it's not worth the risk. Haven't you heard the stories? The numerous crews that have gone missing after sailing in this area? There's a reason it's called The Dead Man's passage!â
A ripple of murmurs flow through the crowd at the reminder, the passage's deadly reputation making it somewhat of a ghost story â a tale every seafarer hears at one point or another. You don't know much; the few crews that have managed the journey safely have been tight-lipped about their experience, their eyes left haunted. The part that has always baffled you the most about the stories is that the ships themselves always make it through the passage, fully intact and filled with loot, but their crews never do. It's like they all vanish without a trace, like they've just been whisked away by the wind â never to be seen again.Â
The captain clears his throat, a sharp sound that cuts through the growing voices on deck, silencing them immediately.Â
"We have no choice. If we continue on the intended route we'll run out of food and fresh water a week before we reach the nearest port. Cutting through the passage will save us valuable time. I would never take this risk and endanger the crew if someone had done their job properly."Â
You glance to the side, catching the eye of the cowering boatswain.
He's young, far too young to handle such responsibility on his own. He's only just grown into his ears, the top of his head barely reaching the captain's shoulders. He was thrust into the position much too soon, but it couldn't be helped. The previous boatswain suddenly succumbed to an infected wound just a few days before you were scheduled to leave the last port. It left all of you scrambling to pick up the slack around the ship and the poor lad must've been forgotten in the mess.
You had tried to delegate someone to help him, but the captain had been firm that he needed to do it on his own, to build character. It's no wonder he wasn't able to calculate the needed supplies correctly, not when he was still grieving the loss of his mentor at the same time.Â
You notice the bead of sweat that rolls down the side of the young boatswain's face, his skin flushed with nerves. You can't let the poor lad be punished for his sorrow, not when this whole predicament could've been avoided.Â
Letting out a small sigh, you lower your head in apology, "I'm sorry, Captain. I should've made sure everything was in order, this is no one's fault but mine."Â
"I expected better from you, Quartermaster," The Captain's comment cuts deep, even though you know this wasn't your fault. "Very well. Seeing as you have placed our crew in peril, I doubt you will oppose the solution to the problem you have created?"Â
You grit your teeth, dipping your head lower as you say, "Of course not, Captain. I apologize for speaking out of turn."Â
Clenching your hands by your side, you try to focus on the hot sun beating down your neck as you tune out the captain's voice. Getting angry won't do you any good here, not when you've already admitted defeat. The heavy thumps of feet moving all around you tells you that the crew is already beginning to change the ship's course, listening to the captain's orders as he yells them out. You shake your head, stomach churning as you realize that no one dares to challenge him, even if they all know deep down that they're being lead straight to the deaths.Â
You steel yourself as polished boots pause in front of yours, eye twitching as you look up and meet the captain's gaze. His solemn expression doesn't quite match the light tone of his voice as he leans in to say, "A hungry crew is a dangerous crew, Y/n. I don't think I need to remind you why that is."
Suppressing a shudder, you don't give him the satisfaction of knowing that his little comment has had the intended effect, bad memories already swirling in the back of your mind. Instead, you stare him down, defiant as ever until he shakes his head and walks off in the direction of his cabin.
It's only when he's out of sight that you reach up to trace the raised skin on your throat, the jagged scar that greets you whenever you glance in a mirror. No, there's no reminder nor threat needed. You know first-hand just how desperate a person can become when they're feeling depraved of what makes them human.Â
You swallow thickly, ripping your hand away from the old wound. There's no use dwelling on the past, there's nothing from that day that can help you now.Â
The sound of the sails billowing out as they catch more wind jerks your attention forward, gentle waves crashing against the hull of the ship as it picks up speed. You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the salty air and pray to whatever god that might be listening that you'll be able to make it out of the passage alive.Â
The night has already fallen, the moon high in the sky, by the time you catch sight of the two large rock formations in the distance. Everything about the passage screams unnatural and strange, the two small mountains practically appearing out of nowhere in the middle of the sea. While they look to be on the smaller side, you know there's no way to sail around them. The waters are littered with reefs and strong currents, all traps that are bound to sink unsuspecting ships. You can make out the faint outline of a few of them on the horizon, their broken masts and half-sunken hulls serving as a haunting reminder that the only way past the passage is through it.Â
You squint as you notice a faint glow in the distance, the light too obscure to make out properly on deck. You quickly make your way up to the helm, hoping the raised platform will provide a better view.Â
"What's that?" You murmur, shooting the coxswain a worried glance.
"Ain't anything good, that's for sure," The man grumbles in reply. He tightens his grip on the wheel, eyebrows drawn tight as the ship steadily draws closer and closer.Â
The faint glow grows brighter with each passing minute, more and more sources of light appearing all over the two mountains. You suck in a breath as the ship enters the passage, the area so tight it barely allows for two vessels to pass each other. The close proximity allows you to see the lights more clearly, and you're shocked to discover that it seems to be coming from huge white flowers sprouting from the mountain sides. There's something algae-like clinging to the base of the mountains as well, illuminating the edges of the passage like guiding lights, beckoning you in.Â
The ship glides smoothly through the channel, the soft current carrying you all through the quiet water. Based on the stories you've heard you were expecting treacherous waves and jagged rocks that appear out of nowhere to throw the crew off-board, but there's none of that. In fact, there's nothing that points to this passage being dangerous at all, no signs of broken planks or fabric clinging to the mountain, no sunken ships visible below the surface. You can almost fool yourself into thinking that no other humans have ever sailed through these mountains before.Â
As beautiful and untouched as the passage may seem, there is something terribly unnerving about the silence that has settled over the ship. The crew has gone completely still, like they're scared of breaking the quiet. Likewise, you can't really find it in yourself to make any noise either, your lips pressed firmly together as you anxiously scan the mountain for hidden threats.Â
You've almost made it halfway through the passage when you first hear it.
There's a low hum, barely louder than the noise of the water breaking against the ship, that echoes between the tall rocks. You have to strain your ears to hear it at first, but the sound seems to grow with each gust of wind in the ship's sails, gradually increasing the further into the mountains you go.Â
You can't make out any words, the language either too old or foreign for you to understand, but the angelic voice behind them makes your heart yearn. You can feel the melody wrapping itself around your heart, squeezing, as it roots itself in your ribcage, sorrowful tendrils clinging to each bone.Â
"Come to the water."
The wind carries the whisper straight to your ear, caressing your skin like a warm breath, before it travels on. You jerk forward at the sensation, whipping your head around to locate where the voice could be coming from.
There's no one around you aside from the coxswain who looks to be lost in thought, mouth slack as he stares ahead.Â
You glance down at the deck, frowning as you notice that more and more of the crew are beginning to abandon their posts. They're all migrating to the right side of the ship, walking on unsteady feet like they've been guzzling down barrels of mead.Â
"Come to me."
You wince as the singing grows more intense, your breath stuttering in your chest in response to the voice that's so desperately calling for you.
You blink, eyes struggling to adjust, as the flowers and the algae on the mountains begin to thin out, taking their light away with them. As if that wasn't bad enough, a great shadow is suddenly cast upon the passage, the last of the illumination you had rapidly disappearing behind thick clouds as the moon is hidden away.Â
You curse under your breath, mentally taking note of the lit oil lanterns hanging around the ship. There's ten, noâ nine, but if you gather them all up and place them near the bow, maybe it'll be enough light to get the ship safely out of the passage?Â
"I need toâ hey!" You stumble back as the coxswain bumps into you, his eyes unseeing as he stumbles towards the stairs to the lower deck. A sudden drift to the side propels him forward, allowing him to slip out of your reach before you can grab his shirt and haul him back.Â
"Shit," You hiss, only giving yourself a split second to hesitate before whirling around to grab the wheel. The wood has already begun to turn left without the coxswain's steady hands to lead the way and the ship groans as you hurry to correct it back on the right path.Â
You keep a tight vise on the wheel, leaning forward to yell out for another crewmate to take over, when you hear the first splash.Â
Hurriedly glancing down at the deck, the swaying lanterns provide just enough light to show one of the cooks climbing over the railing, his movements stilted and jerky as he suddenly flings himself off the ship. Your scream is caught in your throat, your eyes wide with horror as you hear the subsequent splash of his body hitting the water.Â
What in the gods is going on?
Feet rooted to the floor and fear squeezing the back of your neck with a iron grip, you can only watch as the crew all clamber over the railing, throwing themselves off the ship one by one. The steady melody echoing between the mountains is only interrupted by the terrible sound of bodies sinking into the ocean.
Dread settles deep into the pit of your stomach as you realize there are no screams, no gasps for air, only silence â and him, the voice that's begging you to come rest along your brethren in the deep, peaceful ocean.Â
"No," You wheeze, shaking your head to rid the fog that's has begun creeping in. You cling to the wheel, fingers slick with sweat as you try to keep the ship steady, ignoring the blur that has settled at the edge of your vision.Â
"Captain!"
Hope shoots through your veins as you find your captain in the dwindling crowd, his bulky figure illuminated by the dancing lights as he stumbles over to the nearest crewmate, pulling them back from the railing. He pushes a few men back, his strength sending them sliding back to the middle of the deck.
You almost loosen your grip, ready to run down and help him, when he abruptly turns his back on them and jumps over the railing in one swift motion. He lands on the small ledge just outside of it, heels shuffling not to slip as he grips the banister with one arm.Â
"Captain!" The scream rips out of your throat, carrying across the silent deck like a bullet.
The captain shudders as it reaches him, his body jerking back and forth like he can't make up his mind on whether he should jump or not. Horrified, you watch as he twists his upper body around to face you, his expression stricken as he meets your gaze across the ship. He almost looks like he just came out of a trance, his face drenched in sweat and skin grey with fear as he tries to figure out how he ended up at the edge of the vessel.
You can see mouth opening, his lips forming around the first syllables of your name when the angelic voice suddenly grows louder, the haunting melody reverberating between the mountains. The captain's mouth goes slack, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he once again succumbs to spell that was controlling him. The last thing you see as the captain lets go of the railing, is the serene smile that takes over his face, his eyes closing as he falls backwards into the ocean.Â
Heart pounding inside your chest, you stare blankly at the now empty spot where your captain stood. You flinch, sick to your stomach, at the heavy splash that follows only seconds later.Â
"Lay your tired body to rest."Â
Your fingers twitch at the command, a little whisper in the back of your mind begging you to obey â to give in. You legs have started to shake, sweat sliding down your back in a steady stream at the effort it takes to resist the pull.Â
Even as you struggle to gulp down enough air, your body in overdrive from the unfathomable things you've just seen, you still find your pulse quickening, panic flooding every fibre of your being as it finally dawns on you what's going on.Â
You've sailed right into the territory of a siren.Â
Perhaps you should have seen it coming â the tales of the passage all emphasize how it's only the crew that go missing, not the ships. You've heard whispers about creatures lurking in the deep ocean, of monsters that eat humans, but you never expected that you would ever encounter them. They were folktales, something you chose not to believe in to protect your own sanity as a seafarer. Now, you can only curse yourself for not trusting your instincts the moment you felt the unearthly atmosphere of the mountains; that you didn't have enough forethought to at least stuff your ears and tie each crewmate to their post as a precaution.Â
Maybe it would've been enough to save the them â to save you.Â
You cower against the wheel as the song grows so loud it causes your ears to ring, the voice promising peace and eternal slumber. It urges, demands, your body to move and you whimper fearfully as your feet take a step back against your will.Â
You can't tell how much time has passed since the ship entered the mountains, it could be mere minutes or it could be hours â but as you peer into the looming darkness, you can finally make out where the passage ends and opens back up to the vast sea. The joy fizzles out before it can even take root, the sight in front of you filling you with a sense of glum acceptance. Even if you can see the end, there's no way you'll make it there. The ship is moving too slow, almost no wind making it past the tall mountains.Â
Your head throbs painfully as the siren's whispers turns more insistent. You can feel the creature's wrath, how angry he is that you're still resisting him. The increased pressure behind your skull makes you groan, your vision going dark as you're hit with a sudden dizzy spell.Â
Gripping the wheel, you're confused to find that the woods feels thicker, less polished, than it was only seconds before. You force your eyelashes to part despite the sharp pain it gives you, blinking furiously to clear your swimming vision. Your knees nearly buckle as the silent waters below come into focus, your body no longer on the upper deck. Dazed, you stare at the white knuckled grip you have on the railing, your feet tucked into the openings between the posts.Â
"Oh gods," You whisper shakily.
You have no idea how you got here.Â
The sound of a soft splash makes you turn your head to the side. Your throat runs dry as you watch the big circle of ripples that fan out from the spot where something dived underwater, the waves much too big to come from a normal fish. As you keep looking at the one spot in disbelief, one of the lanterns on the ship sway outwards, following the rocking of the ship.Â
It takes you a moment to realize what you're seeing, the stale bread you had earlier that day shooting up your throat as the waters on the side of the vessel is lit up. The ocean is no longer the clear blue it was when you entered the passage but rather a murky red, saturated with what must be the blood of your crewmates.Â
The sight makes you heave, tears springing to your eyes as the reality truly settles in.Â
You're going to die.Â
The siren â the predator â luring you all to your deaths, is clearly waiting right below, ripping everyone apart the moment they're submerged below the water. Even if the shock of the cold sea woke them up from their trance, they would have no chance to fight off such a vicious creature. You have no chance. The moment you step off the ship, you're dead.
You sob as the shock tapers off, the singing once again hitting you with full force. You can't stop your own body as you clumsily clamber over the railing, your feet moving without your permission. It's only when you hit the ledge that you find yourself able to jerk back, a moment of temporary control allowing you to plaster yourself against the banister.Â
Staring down at the crimson sea, you find your mind going blank. You always expected to see flashes of your life pass by your eyes when faced with certain death but there's nothing. No happy memories to numb the inevitable pain of being torn apart, muscles shredded to bits as water fills your lungs. No echoes of the voices you adore saying that they love you and that everything will be okay.Â
Instead, there's only the deadly quiet sea and the siren's taunting whispers urging you to jump.Â
You eye the dark water, noticing a large shape moving closer just under the surface of the ocean. You mindlessly reach for the dagger on your hip, clutching it tightly in your hand even if it means you're only clinging on with one arm. If your death is unavoidable, then you're sure as hell not going down without inflicting a deep cut or two.Â
As something begins to emerge from the water, the song that has been constantly ringing between your ears suddenly quiets down. Your skin puckers with goosebumps, all the hair on your body rising in fear as a head slowly rises above the surface. The siren's dark locks are one with the water, the long strands flowing into the ocean like spindly fingers. In the dark, there's no telling where it ends, as if the ocean is merely an extension of the creature itself.
Two pitch black eyes, as dark and deep as the starless skies above, lock onto yours the moment they rise above the surface. The flickering lantern doesn't offer much assistance but the poor light tells you that it has no discernible pupils, nothing to indicate that there's any life in them. It's like staring into an endless void.Â
Despite the chill those eyes send down your spine, your feet willingly takes another step forward, like the mere presence of the creature alone is enough to entrance your body. You let out a pained scream as you slip, your shoulder popping loudly as you manage to grab onto a post, one arm working desperately to keep you from failing into the water below.Â
"No, no, no," You whimper, gravity making it impossible to reach up with your other arm. You won't be able to pull yourself up even if you drop your knife, the small ledge above making it impossible to locate another post.Â
You glance down as you dangle from the ship, your grip almost slipping out of fright as the siren's maw comes into view above water. His jaw is unhinged, hellish, mouth stretched way past that of a normal human. It's filled with rows of fang-like teeth, all stained with crusted blood. Terrified, you watch as the siren seems to simply pop his jaw back into place, like the fact that it was just opened so wide it was touching his sternum poses no issues at all.
The creature tilts his head, thinking, as he watches you struggle to drag yourself up. He swims closer, the movement so fluent it looks like he's just gliding through the water. Your arm is shaking terribly by the time he's only a few feet away from where you'll hit the ocean, your shoulder screaming with hurt from holding on for so long.Â
Through the blinding pain, you see the siren reach out a webbed hand, his long black claws nearly the size of his fingers. He gives you a smile you can only describe as sinister, blood stained teeth on display and his voice melodious as he says, "Come, pet."
You can feel the thrall taking hold this time, your body willingly going slack one limb after the other. You have no time to think, no time to act, before your hand simply just lets go of the railing on its own volition.
In the second it takes for your body to fall, before your eyes squeeze shut and your body is surrendered to the water â all you can think as you spare the skies one last glance, is that the gods must be cruel if they can't even give you a starry night to look upon before you're torn apart by their horrific creation.Â
Groaning, you slowly open your eyes. There's a dull ache at the base of your skull and every blink up at the pink-tinted sky only seems to make it throb more. The surface you're lying on is hard, terribly uncomfortable, and there's no steady rocking motion to soothe you back to sleep for a few extra minutes of rest.Â
Something feels wrong.
It's only when your eyes have fully adjusted to the soft light that you're snapped back to reality, the distant sound of waves breaking bringing back the memories of the night before. You jerk upright, heart racing, as they come flooding in all at once. The crew, the siren, the blood. You jumped. You should be dead.
You force yourself to take slow, steady breaths, shakily inhaling air through your nose as you glance around. You can't afford to panic right now, not when you don't know where the creature is or when it might come back.Â
The morning sun is just barely peeking over the top of the mountain that's blocking most of your sight, casting a large shadow over what appears to be a lake just in front of you. It's still dark, still dawn, on your side of the mountain and it makes the faint glow on the rocks all the more noticeable. You're too far away to tell for sure but you have a terrible feeling that it's likely the same flowers that you sailed past in the passage. And if you can still see them, that means you must be on the other side of the mountains you attempted to travel through.Â
You're sitting near the mouth of what appears to be a small cave, connected by a large piece of flat stone that's jutting out into the lake. It's lined with clusters of big and small rocks, creating an odd border along the sides of it. The mountain around the cave is unnaturally smooth, the incline too sharp for you to even think about climbing it. No matter how much you stare at the rock formation that's surrounding you, you can't find a way out. There's no open space that would allow you to escape.
You eye the other side of the lake with a shudder, noting that it looks to be more rough there with a few ledges and ridges you can probably use to haul yourself up. The only problem is; you'll have to actually swim across the deep body of water first. It sounds like a sure-fire way to get yourself eaten, though you doubt staying here is much better. The creature must've kept you alive and brought you here for a reason, and you're really don't want to find out why that is.
A pained gasp escapes you as you pull your right shoulder back. The initial adrenaline and panic when you woke up must've blocked out most of the hurt of your dislocated shoulder but now that it's starting to fade, it's coming back fast. The bone is still very much popped out of its socket, the area inflamed and swollen as you lightly touch it with trembling fingers. You swallow thickly as your arm begins to twitch, a burning spasm racing from your shoulder to the tips of your hands.
You bite down on your lip to stop your groan, tasting blood as the involuntary cramp continues.Â
"Fuck," You wheeze, eyes glazing over as you stare at the rising sun. If you're going to have any chance of escaping, you have no choice but to fix your shoulder.Â
You stuff the damp material of your shirt into your mouth, hoping it'll be enough to muffle your voice as you carefully lie back down on the stone. Years on the sea has taught you a thing or two and dislocated shoulders are a common injury when you're part of a crew that loves to brawl whenever they visit a tavern. You've seen the way they pale and yell when it gets adjusted and while you have no idea if the siren will be able to hear you scream â you'd rather not risk it.Â
White hot pain pulses out of your shoulder as you extend the arm to raise it above your head, your vision blurring as you slowly reach for your opposite shoulder behind your head. It hurts, gods, it hurts, but you have to do this. You release a muffled scream as the dislocated bone finally pops back into place, cold sweat dripping down your temple as you tremor with pain. You lay there, harshly panting through the cloth in your mouth, until the hurt subsides to only an ache.
You wince as you push yourself off the hard stone, spitting out your shirt to release a labored breath. Your body feels battered and bruised, completely worn down from all the horrors you've been through in the past six or so hours. You have no idea if you even have enough energy to make it across the lake, the distance probably greater than it looks, but what other alternative do you have?Â
Just as you're about to get off the ground, the sound of a soft splash echoes between the mountain walls. You jerk, heart skipping a painful beat in your chest as you frantically scan the water. You freeze when you notice how the surface is rippling much closer than expected, only a third of the lake between you and the waves that are parting around a dark shadow.
Out of instinct, your hand falls to your hip, searching for your knife. Your fingers only grip around air, the smooth handle nowhere to be found. In your panic, it takes you a second too long to remember that you held it as you fell from the ship, the knife probably lost somewhere at the bottom of the passage.
You scramble back on the rock as the creature's outline becomes visible, hands reaching out blindly behind your back for anything that can be used as a weapon.Â
You falter, blood running cold, as pale arms suddenly reach out of the water, planting themselves square on the edge of the rock. The siren heaves himself up without any issues, resting his back against one of the larger stones that's lining the flat extension of the cave. Water drips off his body like sparkling crystals in the morning light, giving a healthy glow to his otherwise almost sickly white skin. His long black hair hangs like a curtain in front of his face, the strands reaching far past his back, dipping into the water.Â
Patches of scales litter his arms and abdomen; a long fin running down the length of his spine. You find it hard to believe your own eyes as you stare at his stomach, at the area where the creature's human-like qualities disappear completely and transitions into that of a fish. His tail is long and thick, dreadfully similar to a serpent in the way it undulates on the rock as the water slowly evaporates from its scales. The slight movement allows the sun to dance across the siren's tail, showing off the iridescent glow that was hidden by the dark night. The sight leaves you transfixed, hues of colors you've only seen in the sky shimmering across his body.
Your attention is only stolen away when the creature raises one of his hands, his webbed fingers and pointed, long nails looking like they've been dipped in black ink. He runs his claws through his hair, parting the long locks that've been hiding his face.
You jerk back, swallowing thickly, when you find that the siren is already staring in your direction. His eyes are just as dark and emotionless as you can recall from the night before, two endless pools of black. The lack of a discernible pupil is unnerving, it makes it all that much harder to tell just where the creature is really looking. Long lashes frame his haunting eyes and the perfect slope of his nose leads down to the plushest, red lips you've ever seen.
You feel yourself pale as he opens his mouth, those horrible sharp teeth becoming visible as he calmly says, "Your knife is long gone, human." The siren dips his head slightly, looking at the way your hand is still resting near your hip, desperate for the familiar comfort of your knife.Â
What?
Your mouth parts in disbelief, brain slow to compute the fact that the creature just spoke, out loud, with a voice that sounded eerily human and ordinary.Â
"Can you not talk, pet? I swear I heard your sweet voice refusing me when the moon was high."Â
"I-I can," You stumble over your words, tongue twisting in your mouth under the siren's watchful gaze.Â
"Wonderful!" Something pleased passes over his face, his fin hitting the water with an excited splash. The loud sound makes you flinch, droplets spraying up on the rock just shy of your legs. The corner of the siren's lips quirks at your reaction, as if he finds it funny.
It reminds you of the way your crew used to look at street dogs, their expressions taunting and terrible as they made them do tricks for scraps of food.
It's cheap entertainment, they always used to tell you.Â
You can't help but wonder if that's what you are â mere entertainment for the siren until he decides to stop playing with his food.
The thought makes you furious. The mocking twist of his lips gives you a sudden rush of defiance, your rebellious nature rearing its head despite the dangerous predator right in front of you. Perhaps there might have been some truth to what your captain always liked to say â you never quite learned when to back down and keep quiet.Â
You breathe in slowly through your nose, attempting to calm your racing heart as you say, "How are you speaking a language I understand?"Â
"Easy. Humans are simple creatures and so are their languages," He answers, cocking his head.
"What are you, then?" You blurt, "Parts of you look human and the rest does not. Were you cursed?"Â
Like the flip of a coin, the siren's expression turns hard, offended, at the insinuation that he might be human. He jerks forward, lips pulling back to reveal his sharp teeth as he lets out a terrible hiss. The sight sends all the alarm bells inside of you blaring, your shoulder screaming in protest as you collapse backward, using your elbows to drag yourself further inside the cave.Â
"I am not a fragile human," He scoffs, turning his head to glance out on the lake. He flexes his tail to deliver another harsh smack to the water surface, the sound bouncing between the walls of crater. "Have you not heard stories, little human? Of creatures blessed with qualities of the sea and land?"
It takes you a moment to regain your voice, fear making it tremble as you carefully say, "Do you mean mermaids?"
"Correct, pet," He hums, "I see you're not completely hopeless."Â
You dig your nails into flat rock, voice tight as you ask, "What about the singing? You.. you made everyone jump. I didn't know mermaids could do that."Â
The siren looks wistful as tips his head back to face the sun. He closes his eyes with a small sigh, "Life becomes tedious when you stay in the same place for too long. I needed something new, so I left my brothers for colder water after hearing about these great big things that moved through the oceans there. Hm... I wonder if the ships have managed to reach them yet, it must be close to fifty humans years since I left."Â
You blink, shocked that the siren is well over twice your age. He looks young, definitely not a day older than you, but you suppose creatures like him must age at a different rate. Clearly the world is much different from what you first thought â slow aging is likely the least fantastical thing out there to discover.Â
"The ships lost their charm quickly," He adds, "But the humans on-board were fascinating. They called out to each other in melodies, both happy and sad as they sailed through my home. I was alone here at first, few of my kind dared to venture into colder climates, so the humans were all I had for company. It took me many human years to reshape my throat but I eventually learned to mimic their sounds. After that it was easy to learn the most common tongues that passed through my water."
"One day a ship of humans heard me singing and came looking for the source instead of passing me by â that was when I realized it was a wonderful way to lure you in. Your species have always been much too curious for your own good," The sun catches on the siren's teeth as he grins, highlighting the rows of fangs lining his mouth.Â
You shudder, stomach turning at how easily he speaks of the hundreds, if not thousands, of people he must have murdered over the years.
"Many moons passed and I grew tired of playing with my food. I found a sea witch â awfully slippery creatures â that gave me part of her magic, making it possible for me to enthrall humans from a greater distance. She was of great help, quite tasty too."Â
You can only stare at him in silence, lips pressed together tightly to hold back the acid burning at the back of your throat.Â
"I believe you humans created a name for me â to ward off others from crossing my path," He cocks his head, expectant, as he sends you a side-ways look.Â
"You're a siren," You whisper, pulling yourself back another inch.
"The one and only, pet," He purrs. "Though, I would prefer that you would utter my real name over something made up. Try saying Seokjin for me, little human."��
You'd rather force your shoulder back into its socket a hundred times before complying to a monster's wishes, but it isn't exactly a request you can refuse.
 So you grit your teeth, forcing out a stilted, "S-Seokjin."Â
Disgust curls deep in your stomach as the siren's tail once again quivers back and forth, seemingly pleased with your acquiescence.Â
You look across the lake at the unmoving mountain, mustering up the courage to ask the question that's been at the forefront of your mind ever since you woke up. "What happened to my crew?" You ask weakly, "Are any of them still alive?"
"No."
The answer comes easily, no hint of remorse or guilt in the siren's voice.
You can feel your nails ache and splinter against the rock as you scrape them across the surface, desperate for something to hold on to as you say, "Did you ... Did you eat them?"Â
"Of course. Do you expect me to starve?" Seokjin replies impassively, "You humans hunt your food too, I've seen how you use those rope contraptions to gather up fish."Â
You knew there was little chance of other survivors, but the confirmation still feels like a shock. Your vision swims, hot tears burning your eyes as unwelcome images of your crew â your captain â eaten by the very creature in front of you, flashes across your mind.Â
"We don't hunt other humans! Nothing this close to our own species!" You cry, voice rising with anger as grief twists itself around your heart. Your crew might not have been much, but they were still the closest thing you had to a family â a home.
Seokjin looks unmoved by your outburst, bored almost, as he says, "Pet, this is how the ocean works. Do you lecture fish when they eat their smaller brethren? Species do not matter. It's either kill or die here."Â
"Then why am I alive?" You ask, swallowing thickly around the lump in your throat.
The siren seems to perk up your question, scales glistening as he straightens up against the rock. He finally turns his head to face to you fully, his dark eyes sparkling with excitement. "See, little human, now you're finally asking the right thing. I find you fascinating â I haven't had a human pique my interest in many moons. I want to know how you managed to resist me for that long, why my thrall isn't as effective on you. What makes you so different from all the other humans that have jumped so willingly into my water?"
A foreboding sense of unease washes over you as Seokjin speaks, every muscle in your body tensing with fear. The siren wants to study you? The only way he can do that is to continue to use his thrall - his voice - and make you do things you do not want to do. He can force you to present your limbs for nibbling and you'll be none the wiser until it's too late.Â
"I don't know," You shake your head, "I-IÂ didn't even know you existed until last night!"
"How disappointing," Seokjin clicks, the flicker of emotion on his face once again melting away to nothing. "Well then, pet, as expected, it seems you will be staying here until my curiosity is sated."
"What?" You clamber to your knees, gripping them tightly to keep yourself from doing something as humiliating as bowing â begging â the awful creature in front of you for an ounce of humanity that he clearly does not have.Â
"You can't do that, I can't stay here!"Â
"Then jump in the water and see how long you last," Seokjin once again flicks his strong tail, the harsh smack sending a tremble down your spine.Â
The siren's lips part into a something akin to a twisted smile, his blood speckled teeth making you sick as he hums, "Your thighs look delectable, little human, and I am quite prone to an early morning snack. So unless you want to watch as I eat you alive, you better stay put."
There's a minuscule quirk to his brows, a challenge, as he watches you absorb his words. Seokjin doesn't wait for you to give him an answer, your stunned silence more than enough for him. He doesn't spare you another glance as he pushes himself off the rock, effortlessly jumping back into the lake. It only takes a few seconds, a couple of strong flaps of his fin, before he disappears from view and his dark tail is nowhere to be seen.
You find yourself frozen to the spot, unable to move as you stare mindlessly at the spot Seokjin entered the water. The harsh ripples dancing over the surface is the only proof you have that you haven't lost your mind, that all of this is actually real.Â
Pressing your hands to your face, you finally allow your body to break, to mourn, as you release pained sobs into your palms. Everything hurts. Your body, your mind, your heart. You have no idea how you're going to escape to the mountain on the other side, and even if you do, then what? The siren can just use his song to lure you back down.Â
Seokjin has made the situation very clear. You can try to cross the lake and dive straight into your own grave, or you let him do what he wants. Either way â you fear it won't take long before the siren makes good on his promise.
You don't doubt it'll amuse him to make you watch as he tears you apart, piece by piece.
a/n: hello folks!! we are once again diving back into the TCS universe, only this time with seokjin as our lead mermaid! what do you think about him and his siren powers so far? this will likely only be a two part series, with more yandere behaviour and some smut in the final chapter, so if you enjoy the story so far please let me know! itâs really motivating to hear your thoughts and read your comments (and reblogs help a lot)!!Â
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hii! its been a few days since i found u and i love ur writing and stories!! could i request a fic where yoongi and (possibly) female reader have a fight over jealousy (its either her or him or both even idk) and its a little angsty idk but then they make up and its all fluffy đ¤đ¤ thank u in advance luv
Hellooo. Thank you so much for your kind words and for requesting this! I really enjoyed writing this pair and some angst, I did a hint of both being jealousy, but is mostly him haha. Sorry it took me a while to finally post it, but I wanted it to be good, and I hope you like it!
Jealous, jealousy
Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader Wordcount: 2,467 words Genre: AU. Established relationship. Angst and comfort / fluff. Summary: Jealousy has never been a problem in your relationship, not until a comment can't leave Yoongi's mind and interactions at your officeâs party just make it worse. Content warnings under read more.
Includes: Jealous Yoongi. People thinking there's something between Jin and Reader⌠even Yoongi. Miscommunication. They argue. And then they're cute.
It all starts with the perilla leave question between Yoongi's friends one night out and a few rounds of soju in. As a self-identified non-jealous person, his answer was that it didn't mean anything, and even told the story about how it happened a few days ago when your coworker joined you two for lunch.
Jungkook, the non-identified most jealous person of the group, had obviously called him stupid. Questioned him about that guy and told him to be careful. âIf I were you, Yoongi, I'd keep my eye on him.â
Little rascal; didn't even bother to use honorifics with him anymore.
But the worst thing is that the idea is now on his head and not even Yoongi knows how bad it is about to get as he steps into your office party a few weeks later. Now having the opportunity to see his girlfriend and her favorite coworker interact more in a familiar environment.
Even the ones who don't know Yoongi a lot, know he can be pretty reserved around new people, that's why you continue to make your polite round of interactions after saying hi and leaving him at a table with a whiskey and snacks. Promising to come back as soon as possible.
He looks at you across the room, all professional and sweet, the queen of small talk and polite smiles, and one forms on his own lips without realizing. Only doing so when it's erased as someone greets him, sitting down beside him and he tries to follow your steps at looking, at least, a bit cordial.Â
âI don't think I've seen you before. Are you here with ( y / n ) or Seokjin?â
âYes, with ( y / n ).â
âReally?â She sounds genuinely surprised, âI didn't know she was inviting someone.âÂ
âWell, I like supporting her, don't really need the invitationâ he chuckles a bit awkwardly, âI'm her boyfriend.â
âOh, so she is dating someone?â Again, the surprise in her tone makes Yoongi believe is a true emotion, and that confuses him.
âFor a few years now, yes.â
âAnd here I was thinking that those two were going to be the next office romance,â she says sounding disappointed before realizing, âoh myâ not that it's bad they don't, just⌠they are both attractive and you knowâŚâ
ÂŤIs that supposed to make it better?Âť, he wants to ask, but instead he laughs, trying to dismiss everything as her hand lays on his forearm that is resting on the table, trying to reassure him as she goes on about him being handsome too and whatnot.
He stopped listening now. Because after that interaction, one hour seems long enough when half of that you have spent besides that guy, and Jungkook's words keep growing in his head as if he were watering them with the sweet alcohol. The one he has to switch hands to sip from now, because your coworker keeps the other prisoner of her hand.Â
Not even the excuse ( that is actually not really an excuse because he needs it ) to get a refill works and she only stops rambling his ear off when someone arrives at the place and she finally leaves the table to greet them.
âI saw you made a friend,â your sweet smile is almost enough to make him forget his thoughts when he is joined by you at the bar while ordering another whiskey.
âWell, figure I should while you had fun with yours.â he shrugs in an effort to dismiss negative feelings.
âWait, did you actually make friends with her?â is your turn to sound surprised, corners of your mouth falling a little.
âIs a problem if I did?â
âI⌠I mean, I was joking but I don't like her very much. You can make friends with other people, though.â
âAh, thanks for the clear up.â He walks back to the table to sit down, and even he can acknowledge it was a weird response, so, your next question doesnât shock him.
âAre you okay?â
âWhat if I made friends with your best friend, what's his name?â he asks instead. Comments from others blurring his psyche, making him act without much thinking.
âJin?â
âIs that his name? She called him Seokjinâ
âWell, Seokjin, Jin for short. What's the big deal?â
âNothing. Just⌠that's what she said when she asked who I was here with,â he explains before taking a sip.
âOf course she asked you that,â and eye roll accompanies your words.Â
âYeah, because apparently you didn't say you invited your boyfriend.â but he thinks there is more important matters than you not liking your coworker. âAs a matter of fact she didn't know you had a boyfriend.â
âBecause is none of her business. She doesn't need to know about my relationship.â
âShe does when she is talking about you and Seokjin having a romance.â
âWhat?!â
âSorry. You and Jin.â
âShut up, you know that's not what I meant. Can't believe she said that.â You steal a sip from his whiskey before continuing, âNo actually, I can.â
He buffs. âYou can?â
âYeah, I told you, she is⌠not likable.â
âJust that? Not because it would be believable for you two to be together?â He asks, his annoyance clearer as seconds go by.
âJin and I? Please, that's ridiculous.â
âOkay.â
âWhy? Are you jealous?â You inquire, playfully. As if it would be impossible to be true.
âYes.â
âWait. Really?! But you have never been jealous.â
âMaybe I am now.âÂ
âBecause of Jin?â youâre confused at how serious he is being, but before you can question more about it, youâre interrupted by said guy.
âOh, I was summoned. Hi.â he greets your partner, so casually since he doesnât realize Yoongi is mad with him too. âCan you come back? I don't want to interact with those people alone.â
You look at your co-worker and friend for a few seconds, and then to your boyfriend, trying to understand what is happening and if he is actually jealous. Him, Min Yoongi, the less jealous person youâve ever met.
âGo, have fun.â Your boyfriend encourages you, managing a smile that only confuses you more because is clear to you that itâs not genuine.
What the hell is happening?
Youâre surrounded with interactions the rest of the night, from your co-workers to their partners, people seem interested in Jin and you, after all, itâs the first big party since the both of you joined the company. Even when you go back to sit with Yoongi people get close to make conversation, one person actually asks about wedding planing and tells you she can get you in contact with someone. You know she means well so, with your best smile, you thank her and change the subject.
You hate those conversations.Â
Having spent your childhood between your parentsâ fights because ÂŤstaying together for their kidsÂť was a priority, when in reality it only made it worse for everyone involved, you grew up hating the idea of getting married. You understand it is for love, but you don't need a paper or a big party to announce that you love Yoongi. You don't need a ring on your finger to promise you'll do it forever. You don't need him to propose, let alone ask your parents permission to do so.Â
Is your life, your decisions. The only opinion that matters other than yours is Yoongi's and he has always understood, never pressured you. He is the love of your life, after all.
In the car on the way home, the silence is filled with music from the stereo and you try to take Yoongiâs hand on the gear lever as always, but only a couple of seconds pass before he pulls away, both hands on the wheel now.Â
Trying to figure out if it was on purpose, you ask, âWhat are you thinking about?âÂ
âYou spend a lot of time with him,â he says without a beat.
âYou told me to go.â
âI mean in general.â
âWe work together, can't really do much about that.â
âYou weren't working tonight and still it was like you were joined at the hip.â he hasnât looked at you and you canât decide if it hurts or bothers you more.
âAgain, you told me to go at the end,â you argue. â If you wanted me to stay with you, you could have said so.â
âNow I have to ask you to spend time with me?â
âWell, I canât read your mind, honey.â you poke his cheek, softly. An attempt to lighten the mood a little.
âThatâs not the point.â His tone is just as serious. And then you know that, whatever this is, itâs deeper than you thought.
âWhat is it then?â you genuinely ask, annoyance starting to build up inside you, but trying to stay calm. Surely he can tell, you think. âYouâre clearly upset, but why?â
âShouldn't I be? When my girlfriend keeps hanging out with this good-looking dude and everyone thinks they could be a thing?âÂ
âReally?â How can he even entertain those thoughts? You with another man? Doesnât he hear how ridiculous it sounds? âShouldn't I be upset because you let her touch your arm for like five minutes straight?â
âShe was trying to console me.â
âYeah, that actually makes it worse, Yoongi.âÂ
âYoongi?âÂ
âThat's your name.â He finally looks your way, but youâre looking at the road ahead of you and he canât tell it is just in order to calm down.
âWait. Why are you turning things on me?â
âBecause you're being irrational and I'm not having this conversation.â
Once again the music is the only sound filling the air, and you opt for folding your arms in front of your chest to stop you from reaching for his hand again.
Now both of you are mad. Great.Â
Arriving home, he still gets out of the car first to open the door for you, and it helps soften the heartache a little. But still, the night repeats in your head, trying to understand what happened.Â
Why suddenly spending time with Jin is a problem? Why is Yoongi so jealous about it? And whyâ
âYou let her touch you after she said Jin and I had a thing?â you ask as both of you are finally in the bedroom, getting ready to end the night.Â
âThought we weren't having this conversation.â
âNo. This one is different. This one is about you potentially doing things because you were upset with me.â
âThat would be stupid.â He stops his movements, shirt unbuttoned just halfway through. âWhy would I do that?â
âI don't know, you aren't exactly acting like yourself tonight.â
âBecause I'm jealous?â
âBecause we are fighting about you being jealous.â And trying to calm down once again, you continue taking your dress off, struggling with the zipper but too proud to ask him for help right now.
âOkay, let's not fight, then.â He sits down on his side of the bed. âJust answer this question: do you like him?âÂ
âYoongiââÂ
âJust answer. Please.â when you finally turn to him, the look on his face is different from what you expected. He doesn't seem angry, but hurt. Like your answer could break him.
âOf course not. Not like that.â You emphasize. Giving up on your clothes and kneeling in front of him, taking a breath before continuing. âYou know we started at the same time and he is always nice and fun, I think he is my only friend at work because everyone else keeps asking me when I'm going to get married and leave. Like your friend.â
âWhat?â
âThe lady you were talking to. Is always asking personal questions and I don't like it. Not because I don't like talking about you, I love you and I talk with Jin about you all the time, but is justâŚâ
âNot her business. And you don't have to explain yourself to others.â he completes. Yoongi is the first to always remind you that after all.
âExactly.âÂ
âSorry.â he is quick to say, feeling like an asshole now, a hand running through his hair, messing it up, âI really donât know what is up with me tonight, Iâm sorry.â
âWere you actually jealous of Jin?â the disbelief in your voice is funny now, and he nods with a chuckle. âThatâs surprising coming from you.â
âI know. Is dumb.â
âHey, donât say that,â you move closer to him, hands on his shoulders to make him look at you, âyour feelings are not dumb, Yoongi.â
âCan you stop calling me by my name tonight?â
âSorry,â both of you laugh softly, âbut I mean it. Even if itâs irrational to be jealous of anyone because I love you so very much and wouldnât even dream to be with someone else; your feelings are important, honey. Just⌠you know, we have to work on a better way of expressing them.â
He chuckles again, still feeling bad about it all but appreciating the reassurance. âI will, promise. I just never felt like this before, is⌠weird.â
Yoongi has always thought jealousy is stupid. He understands feeling insecure and all that, but acting like he did tonight has always been something he didnât understand. Something he judged. He thought it was about bad communication, distrusting your partner, and things like that. And, if you donât trust the person you love, does it make sense to be together? But maybe is not as simple as that.
He didn't care if you had your own friends and went out with them, like some of the people he knows do. He has his own opinion on marriage and engagement rings. But maybe he cares in other ways. Maybe he cares about people thinking you're with someone else because that's probably his biggest fear.
âI donât like jealousy.â he speaks again, bringing his arms around your waist, hugging you close and resting his head against your torso.
âGood, that means you are not toxic.â A pause while your hand combs through his hair, putting black strains back in place, âand now you know how I feel when people hit on you.â
âPeople donât do that.âÂ
âThey do,â he looks up at you, but before he can argue anything, you cup his face and bend a little to peck his lips, softly. âIâm sorry for leaving you alone with her and without a warning.â
âI tried to get away but she wouldn't let go of my arm and I didn't want to be rude.âÂ
His bottom lip sticks out in a small pout and you kiss it away, âYoonie, sometimes youâre too nice for your own good.â
âMaybe I should be just nice to you.â
âYou're too nice for that,â he rolls his eyes, making you laugh even more, âthat's why I love you.â
âI love you more, baby.â
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SEOKJIN:
As soon as Jin began to notice you distancing yourself he instantly went straight to the others about it. They'd been the ones to break what was going on between you so they were going to be the ones to fix it and he didn't care if they didn't want to.
"We didn't mean for it to come out the way it did," Jimin started, your gaze anywhere but at the guys in front of you but Jin was staring them down, all of them receiving a hardened stare.Â
"We meant it in a good way," Jungkook added with a small smile, looking back on the way they'd said it they realised that they could have bought it up better than. "You guys are never away from each other." but they only meant it in a complimenting way.
"I think it's sweet you guys are together all of the time," Yoongi said from the sofa, your gaze slowly went to him and he offered you a gummy smile.
"Yeah?" Your cheeks heated a little as Jin snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, kissing the top of your head.
"Honestly, I'd love if I had someone to spend so much time with, without getting bored of them," He told you as you felt a small smile beginning to grow on your lips
"Yeah and anyone that disagrees is probably jealous." Yoongi winks at you before you cuddle into Jin's side.
YOONGI:
If there was one thing about Yoongi it was that he absolutely adored whenever you guys were together, you were practically inseparable...or you used to be. Up until last week, the two of you could barely be taken away from one another but something changed. He wasn't even sure what it was until he felt you tense up in his arms when the boy's voice filled his apartment.
"Ah, the inseparable couple!" Jungkook yelled out but you put some distance between yourself and Yoongi, looking down at your phone as you pretended to be busy with something else.
"I should head home," You lied, the plan was to stay the night, you knew that and Yoongi knew that as he stared at you.
"Babe, what's going on?"
"I should give you some space, let you and the guys hang alone," You whispered wanting to get out of there as soon as possible but Yoongi was up and blocking the only exit from his living room.
"Did I do something to upset you?" He ran his hand over your cheek and you smiled weakly, shaking your head.
"I realised I just spend too much time with you," You shrugged your shoulders as Jungkook felt himself sink back as he realised where this was all coming from. He'd mentioned to the guys last week that you and Yoongi were joined at the hip and hadn't realised how hard the comment had actually hit you.
"There's no such thing," He shook his head at you as you sighed a little.
"I don't want you to get bored of me... or see me as clingy." Your voice cracked as you reached the end of your sentence, one second you were standing there and the next you were in Yoongi's arms as he held you tightly.
"I would never think of you that way, I love how close we are...Please stay." He practically begged as you sniffled a little, nodding against his chest as Jungkook sent a quick apology your way.
HOSEOK:
"Don't you guys think you spend too much time together?" Yoongi had asked in passing, something he hadn't meant to sound as bad as it did but the words still hung deep in your mind as you distanced yourself from Hoseok. You started doing all of the things you used to do together, alone, you started shopping alone, going to dance classes alone and putting a good gap between you and Hoseok.
"What are you two doing here?" You quizzed as you got home after a shopping trip to find Yoongi and Hoseok standing there, tears in your boyfriend's eyes as he pushed Yoongi toward you.
"I'm sorry for what I said the other day. I hadn't meant for it to come out the way it did." The way he was talking sounded as though he'd been made to rehearse the way he was speaking and you glanced at Hoseok who nodded his head for Yoongi to continue.
"It's sweet that you and Hobi spend all your time together, truly." This time he sounded convincing as he stared at you,
"It's been a long time since Hoseok found someone to make him so happy and I'm glad it's you." He ended before walking off, your eyes finding Hoseok's as he waited for you with open arms.
"He's right, we spend too much time together...M-Maybe we should give each other space."
"Do you want that?" Hoseok questioned, his voice almost saddened but you shook your head. You hated doing things alone,Â
"Then we don't need to give each other space." He smiled, wrapping his arms around you tightly before you cuddled into him.
NAMJOON:
Namjoon hadn't even realised what was going on until Jungkook had been the one to mention you not being around as much, and instantly Namjoon was hit with a wave of guilt. He couldn't remember the last time you guys had even spent the night sleeping in one another's arms and he felt his heart breaking.
"Yn..." You heard Namjoon say as you opened the door to your apartment, he had a spare key to use in case of emergencies and you weren't at all surprised to see him standing there.
"Why didn't you tell me something was bothering you?" He urged as you walked toward him, sinking onto the sofa and cuddling into him. Relieved to see him standing there after the shitty day you'd had at work.
"The guys mentioned that you might need some space and so I was giving it to you,"
"I don't...I don't want or need it," He mumbled, wrapping himself around you. Normally if you were around Namjoon wold remember to take regular breaks and get food, without you he was a robot at work and didn't remember what the days were. He needed you as much as you needed him in this relationship.
"We're spending the weekend in bed, not moving." He mumbled, kissing your cheek as you let out a small giggle, agreeing with him.
JIMIN:
"You guys are always together," Jungkook had said, his tone light but slightly teasing, your heart sinking as you stared over at them in the studio.
"Yeah, it's like you can't breathe without her," Taehyung chimed in, laughter echoing in his voice as you felt yourself wanting to sink into the floor suddenly wondering if you were overbearing toward Jimin or not.
So you'd given him space, lots of space, practically pulling away from him in every aspect of your relationship. But now Jimin was standing at your door looking worried,
"Baby, hey," he greeted, his eyes scanning your face for any sign that you were sick since you'd been ignoring him.
 "I was worried. You didn't respond to my text."
"I just needed some time to think," You whispered softly, but Jimin reached his hand to yours and squeezed it softly.Â
"Is everything okay? Between us, I mean. Did something happen?"
You hesitated for a moment before looking down at your hands intertwined,Â
"The other night, I overheard Jungkook and Taehyung talking. They said we're always together, and I started thinking...maybe I'm being overbearing. Maybe you need more space." Jimin's heart sank to the floor and his face softened.
"Yn, you're not overbearing. I love spending time with you. My friends were just joking around. They don't know what we have." He smiled warmly at you but you searched his eyes for reassurance,
"But what if I am?" You whispered but Jimin pulled you into his embrace.
"You are not. I promise you. You're my favourite person, and I wouldn't want to be with anyone else, anywhere else." Tears well up in your eyes before he squeezed you against him.
TAEHYUNG:
When you'd stopped replying quickly to Taehyung and stopped showing up every day after practice he instantly thought he'd done something wrong and he began to rack his brain for any kind of fight the two of you could have had but there was nothing. The two of you had been so happy the last time you were together besides the boys coming in there wasn't much that had happened.Â
"Tae?" You questioned as you walked to your apartment to see him standing there holding a giant bouquet of flowers and some chocolates in his hands.Â
"What-"
"Are we fighting?" He asked, cutting you off as you stared down at the flowers and back up to his face, slowly shaking your head.
"Then why are you so distant?" He pouts a little, as you resist the urge to reach out and comfort him. The guys had said in passing that the two of you were always too close and you wanted to give Taehyung some freedom of his own.
"I figured giving you a little space would be good...W-We're always together-"
"No." He said plainly, you unlocked the door to your apartment, about to say the same thing, but he shook his head and walked into the apartment.
"No. I'm not accepting that. I don't care that were always together. We're a couple. We're meant to be." He stated as he went to find a vase, a smile playing on your lips as you stared at him, it was nice to know he was refusing to leave you alone.Â
"I love you, okay? Nothing anyone can say will change that." He stated as you sat down across from him and smiled at him.Â
JUNGKOOK:
Jungkook would never let you go alone, as soon as he felt you pulling away from him to give him "space" he instantly became more clingy toward you. He didn't care that the boys thought it was weird that the two of you were constantly together and he certainly wasn't going to let you leave him alone most of the time, he enjoyed being close to you.Â
"You're being weird," You laughed a little as Jungkook cuddled into your side, you knew he had practice today and yet here he was, glued to your side refusing to move.
"I'm not." You smiled weakly and cuddled into him.
"I'm not bothered about what they said," It was a lie, it had hit you where it hurt but Jungkook wasn't going to let you wallow in it alone.
"Jungkook-"
"Yn," He said in the same warning tone you had used for him and you scoffed at him, laying your head in the crook of his neck and he smirked, proud of himself.
"You're not going anywhere. I don't care what other people think, I love how close we are together," He told you sternly, his hand running up and down your back gently as you smiled warmly, relaxing a little as you kissed his neck.
"I love you," You whisper to him, cuddling closer to him.
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"An unexpected rainstorm forces you to seek refuge at your best friend's house. Hoseok just so happens to also be your boyfriend's best friend, who till this day gushes about the night he and Hoseok shared. Soon you can't take the curiousity about his skills anymore. Especially when he looks so goddamn hot and the clothes you borrowed from him smell just like his cologne."
Pairing: Vampire!Hoseok x Witch!Reader
Genre: Best Friends with Benefits!AU, Polyamory!AU, Smut, some domestic sweetness
Warnings: minimal Yoongi x f.Reader, Domish switch!Hoseok, Switch!Reader, there's not really a D/s dynamic though just two people having sex where one just happens to take the lead more & then they change it up, *whispers* if you're new to the Sanguis Universe everyone fucks everyone here lmaoo, Hoseok is a whole boyfriend i said what i said, he gives her his clothes to wear, they smell like him <3, Hobi is a lil nervous hehehe, lap sitting, making out, oral (f. & m.receiving), mattress & thigh humping, handjob, she spits on his cock, he spits on her pussy, passionate missionary, hair pulling (m.receiving), nipple play (m.receiving), clit & pussy spanking with his cock, he shows off his vampire face, dirty talk, praise, he calls her good girl & babygirl, he's into making her beg, multiple orgasms for both, creampies, cockwarming for aftercare, cuddly aftercare, Hoseok's so whipped for her
Wordcount: 12.6k
a/n: you guys, i'm scared he is so hot fjadsfja also, if anyone dares to call me out on my oral fixation i will lick your nostril JFJADJF istfg i can't even deny that i have it hahahah have fun besties because a bitch might cum đ
The rain surprised you today. You were at the universityâs library for most of your afternoon after having spent your lunch and morning hours in lectures and classes. You want to finish your education. This is what your current plan is. A little bit of normalcy and the feeling of achieving one of your life long goals.Â
You are the only one who went back to university after everything which happened. The others had no reason to do so and you didnât blame them. You really liked being back at university, spending your days studying and your evenings practicing magic or cuddling with your boys. You are living the best fucking life.
The rain surprised you today. You were on your way back home when a sudden rain shower took control of the sky. You could have easily called one of your boys and they could have picked you up, but you didnât feel like it. Seokjinâs â aka Hoseokâs â house was just in reach and you are sure that you can find refuge there.Â
You increase your steps, fighting against the storm. Hopefully Hoseok is home. Seokjin and Emma are back in Gordes for a few months, so Hoseok has been taking care of the house. He spends most of his weekends at the estate however, if he isnât busy with his dance school that is.Â
You hurry up the few steps and slam your finger on the doorbell.Â
No answer for a few moments too long. The rain is wet and cold, the harsh storm brings down the temperature even more. You are shivering like crazy. Your clothes are soaked entirely.
You ring the bell a second time in sync with Hoseok opening the door. It results in you being able to hear the shrill ringing.Â
âHeyâ, you say, slipping your finger from the bell to give him a little wave.
âHey there hey, come in. Quick, come inâ, he greets you, waving you inside as he steps out of the way, âthe weatherâs crazy all of a sudden. Shit, look at you. Youâre soaked.â
âIâm freezing my ass off. The rain surprised meâ, you tell him, âcan I put my stuff on the mat?â
âYeah sure.â
Hoseok locks the door while you shrug off your soaked outdoor clothes and backpack.
âYouâre lucky I have increased hearing. I was wearing headphones.â
âYeah? Did you practice dance?â you ask, taking off your shoes.
Hoseok is already busy spreading your wet jacket on the radiator in order for it to dry quicker.Â
âNope, just making music.â
âThatâs cool. You keep talking about it. I wanna listen to your stuff, seriously.â
Hoseok dismisses you with a nonchalant tilt of his head, âsoon. Itâs not finished yet.â
âYouâre a perfectionist. Iâm sure itâs already good.â
âYeah I am, but at least it means that once itâs done, itâs amazing.â
âI canât argue what thatâ, say and feel shivers run through you, âbrrrr, Iâm so cold. And wet. Urgh, I hate the rain.â
âYou love rain.â
You laugh, âyeah, I do. I just donât like it right now.â
Hoseok smiles and chuckles. He nods his head into the direction of the stairs.Â
âYou know where the bathroom is. You can take a hot shower if you want.â
âThis would literally save my life. Thank youâ, you say and turn to hurry upstairs, âcan I borrow clothes?âÂ
âYeah sure. Whatâs your size again?â
Spending time at Hoseokâs place feels familiar and safe. You know every nook and cranny, find everything blindly and feel at home in the rooms. It is not only because you spent months in the guestroom during the time Namjoon was still a threat and you hated Yoongi. But it is also because next to the estate, the former Sanguis frat house feels like a second home. You and the others are always welcome here, you are allowed to act at home and the company is always amazing. There are many days where you take a short rest stop at Hoseokâs place before going home. And there are also many days where the others, especially Jungkook, leave the estate to spend time at Hoseokâs instead. In a sense, the cozy townhouse has become an extension of the estate where all of you are always welcome.Â
You are in the middle of drying your hair with Hoseokâs dryer when he knocks on the door.
âIâve put the clothes in front of the doorâ, he calls out.
âYes. Thanksâ, you call back.Â
Hoseok picked out one of his comfiest sweat suit. He is currently in a phase where he enjoys wearing matching sweat suits sets in the most colourful of combinations and with many accessories bringing the look together. He always looks to die for in them. He picked out a grey coloured sweat suit with neon green accents for you. You saw him wear it before and he looked amazing in it.Â
He also laid out a pair of boxers for you and some socks. They are freshly washed because if there is one thing Hoseok is, it is clean.Â
The clothes smell just like him and the cologne he always wears. Masculine and clean with a hint of sandalwood at the end. You catch yourself smelling the collar of his hoodie way too vividly, cringing at yourself afterwards because of how embarrassing that was. You couldnât help yourself. He smells so good.Â
Now wrapped in his soft clothes and with your body warmed up, you decide to look for him. Knowing Hoseok, he was back in his home studio.Â
It is located on the second floor just past his bedroom and the guestroom Yoongi stayed in all those years ago. The door is closed and you know that knocking is fruitless. You still do, entering his room at the same time.Â
âHobi?â
He doesnât answer you.
Just like you had thought, Hoseok was lost in his music, nodding his head to the beat of it. You can hear snippets of it escaping his headphones. It sounds as if he was rapping "burn" over and over again. The beat sounds aggressive and perfectly rhythmical.
âHobi?â you repeat yourself and tap his shoulder.Â
He presses pause and takes off his headphones, turning with his chair afterwards.
âHey there ___â, he says and grins, tilting his head to the side.
âSorry to disturb you.â
âYouâre notâ, he assures you and studies you from head to toe, âcute. My clothes fit you well.â
âThanksâ, you say, smoothing over the front, âthey smell like you.âÂ
He grins, âand that means?â
âNothingâ, you mumble and look away. Shit, why did you say that? So embarrassing.
He chuckles and turns back to his desktop. He is wearing a brown sweat suit today, combining some rings and an expensive watch with it. Knowing Hoseok, he would wear some funky glasses and chunky sneakers with it if he were to leave the house. But alas, only a pair of white socks adorns his feet. The latter he currently taps to a silent beat. The song must still be stuck in his head even now that he isnât playing it.
You take a step closer and point at the screen. Hoseok sneaks a glance up at you. You arenât aware of it, but like this, your body is touching his upper arm. Your warmth seeps right through your clothes.
âI heard glimpses of the song. It sounded really goodâ, you say.
Hoseok turns back to you again. Like this, you are between his legs.
âYou think so?â he asks, resting his head back against the chair in order to look up at you. His elegant fingers are folded on his stomach.
âYeah. You sang about burning stuff?âÂ
âYeahâ, he laughs, âyou could say it like that. I still havenât finished the verses yet. Itâs just a guide version for now.â
âIt already sounds good.â
âThanksâ, he says and stands up with his eyes running over your face. He steps closer to you, placing his hand on the table beside you, âwhy are you here?â
âI, I uhmâ, you clear your throat, âHobi, donât be like thatâ, you complain and push at his chest.
âLike what?â
âA flirt.â
He laughs, âIâm not flirting. I genuinely wanna know why youâre here.â
âI was on my way home from uni and the rain surprised me. This was closest.âÂ
âSo I wasnât a reason?â
âYouâre always a reasonâ, you say and nudge him, âsilly.â
He laughs and steps back, âare you hungry?â
âStarving actually.â
âWanna cook together?â
âYeah, Iâd love that.â
âFunky. Let me just save this and then Iâm ready.â
âYeah, take your time. Iâm calling Yoongi to let him know that Iâll stay the night hereâ, you say with your back already turned to him as you leave the room. You canât see the surprised look Hoseok sends you at the mention of you sleeping over or the faint smile which follows.Â
âSure, tell himâ, he says and looks back at his song.
You walk downstairs as you talk to Yoongi. The latter picks up after the third ring.
âHey, my princess.â
âHey, my prince.â
âAre you okay?â
âI am, donât worry. The rain surprised me.â
âI know, I noticed. I was worried alreadyâ, he confesses, making you smile.
âOf course you were. Donât worry about me, love. I managed to get to Hoseokâs just in time.â
âThank god, phewâ, he exhales loudly, âI can relax now.âÂ
âYeahâ, you giggle. Heâs so cute.
âAre you staying the night? I donât think the weatherâs gonna get any better.âÂ
âYeah right? Iâll stay the night if thatâs okay.â
âOf course it is. You donât gotta askâ, he assures you and suddenly you can hear the smirk in his voice, âmaybe youâll end up watching his stuff too, mhm?â
Your heart fluttered in your chest.Â
âYoongiâ, you gasp.Â
He chuckles deeply, âIâm messing with you.â
âWah, so mean. I feel hot now.â
âSorryâ, he laughs.
âYouâre not.â
âMhm, no Iâm not.â
âSo meanâ, you mumble and snicker. Yoongi does the same.Â
Silence follows, which Yoongi breaks.
âWhere are you right now?â
âKitchen. Iâm waiting for Hobi to come down. Heâs working on his mixtape.âÂ
âMhm, the songs are really good.â
âYou heard them?â
âYeah. He showed me and asked for my input.â
âThatâs so unfair. He doesnât want to show them to meâ, you whine.
Yoongi chuckles, âpoor woman. Youâll love them once he does.â
âMhm, Iâm sure I willâ, you say as your eyes shift to the doorway. Hoseok is finally here, âhey love? Hobi just came. Iâm gonna hang up now if thatâs okay.â
âYeah, okay. Tell him hi.â
âYoongi says hi.â
Hoseok smiles, âthanks Yoongi. I say hi back.âÂ
âHe says hi back.â
âThanksâ, the smile is obvious in Yoongiâs voice, âhave fun, love. Yeah?â
Your heart flutters. You know exactly how he meant that.
âSo meanâ, you mumble, making him laugh, âIâll have funâ, you add in a chuckle.
âGood. Sweet dreams, princess.âÂ
âYou too, Boongie. Iâll come home for lunch tomorrow.â
âOkay, Iâll have something prepared.â
âOoh, now I canât wait. I love you, Boongie.â
âI love you too, princess.â
âAnd Yoongi! Before I forget!â
âYes?â
âCan you tell the others where I am? So they donât worry.â
âOf course, Iâll tell them.â
âThank you, love. Okay, bye then.â
âBye, love.â
You hang up and place the phone aside, smiling to yourself.Â
Hoseok, who watched you talk to Yoongi on the phone, sends you a teasing look.
âYouâre so whipped for this manâ, he coos and nudges your upper arm.
âYes I am. What about it?â you throw back with a pout.
âNothing. Itâs cuteâ, he says and points at his fridge, âwhat you wanna eat? I gotta warn you, I donât have lots of groceries because I havenât really eaten lots of human food lately.â
âReally? But you love human food. Are you okay?â
âVery. Just way too preoccupied with the mixtape. I just crack open a blood bag and Iâm good. It takes less time.â
âYou guys are so lucky that you can choose if you want to eat food or not. I miss out on food once and feel shitty.â
âYeah right, I guess we are luckyâ, he says and sticks his head into the fridge, âwhat do you wanna eat?â
You close the distance and try to look inside the fridge as well, âwhat do you have? Oh pesto. We could make pasta with pesto.â
âThat sounds good. I think I still have your favourite pasta.â
âReally?â
Hoseok opens the kitchen cabinet and pulls out a package of your favourite pasta.
âYupâ, he says, shaking it.
âWah Hobi, I love you. This is the best pasta shape ever.â
âYeah, itâs good. It holds the sauces well.â
âAgreed and itâs the perfect size for my mouth.â
Hoseok snorts, âthatâs what she saidâ, he says, earning himself a nudge to the chest.
âPervâ, you say, but chuckle.
Hoseok snickers and busies himself with getting out the pot and filling it with water. He puts it on the stove and turns the heat on.
âWhat should we do now that the water needs to boil?â he asks.
âYou could show me your songs.â
Hoseok smiles, âwhy are you so persistent?â
âBecauseâ, you nudge his chest, âI talked to Yoongi and he told me that you show him your songs.â
âYeah? And?â Hoseok is giggling, which means heâs being playful.Â
âHobi, come onâ, you whine, chasing him to grab his waist and squeeze it.
He flees you with minimal effort, letting out squeaky giggles while his hands hold yours in place.
âIâm so curious. Come on, show meâ, you whine.
âFine okayâ, he squeaks, âokay, Iâll show you. Just stop tickling meâ, he says and pulls you out of the kitchen.
You skip next to him happily, swinging your hands back and forth. Hoseok studies you.
âWhy are you so happy?â
âBecause Iâm gonna hear your music.â
Hoseok sits you down on his studio chair while he busies himself with turning on the big speakers and subwoofer. You pull your legs up on the chair so you can sit cross-legged and watch him squat down in front of the desk. He rests his chin on it as he clicks away on his computer.Â
You place your hands on his shoulders and give him a gentle massage. Hoseok reacts by leaning into you slightly and letting out a deep purr.Â
âOkay, this songâs called More. I really like itâ, Hoseok explains.
âIs it the one I could hear?â you ask, running your fingertips through the fluffy hair at the nape of his neck.
âNo that oneâs gonna be called Burn. Itâs not done yet.â
âI see. Well then, play it. Iâm so excited.â
âRightâ, he says and presses play. He gets up and stands next to you with his arms crossed in front of his chest and a stern, almost angry, expression on his face. You glance at him at first, but then concentrate on the song instead. Itâs an amazing song. It is not all how you imagined Hoseokâs music to be and you feel terrible that you thought so because as you listened to the hard beat and aggressive guitar riffs between his passionate rapping, you realise just how Hoseok this song is. It is in Korean, which makes understanding the lyrics difficult for you, but you donât have to understand every word to know that this song means a lot to him.
The song ends.Â
You cheer and clap instantly, bouncing in the chair. Hoseok doesnât react to your cheers. He merely tilts his head to the side in a twitch and clicks his tongue, looking displeased.
âAh I could add more reverb at one sixtyâ, he says and leans on the table as he works with a stern expression.
âThis was amazing, Hobi. Look, Iâve got goosebumpsâ, you say, showing off your arm.
âYou think so?â
âYes. It was amazing. It had me totally captured and I wanna listen to the song whenever I do something I need motivation for.â
Hoseok turns and sits down on the edge of the desk. He still has his arms crossed.
âThanks ___, that means a lot.â
âIâm serious. Youâre so talented.â
âThank youâ, his features soften as if he finally starts to like the song as well, âyeah, Iâm proud of itâ, he says and smiles, âit took me a long time to get there, but itâs a good song. You know, I need my stuff to be perfect and I canât rest till Iâm satisfied.âÂ
âI know. Youâre a perfectionistâ, you tease, nudging him in the thigh.
âYeah trueâ, he agrees and pushes himself off the table, âwe should check on the noodle water.â
The water is boiling when you enter the kitchen so Hoseok pours in some pasta while you prepare the pesto and a plate for later. You set a timer on your phone, showing it to Hoseok.
âWeâve got around eight minutes to spare. Any more songs you can show me?âÂ
âNo, but Iâve got a living room we can chill in."
You chuckle, âyouâre so secretive with your songs.â
âHey, they have to be perfect. I already stressed out âcause you listened to More.â
âOkay, okay Iâm not saying anything. For what itâs worth, I genuinely think itâs an amazing song.â
âYeah? Thanks, uhmâ, he flusters and giggles, âshit, you got me giggling. Hah, thanks.â
You chuckle fondly, âyouâre cute, Hobi.â
You eat your pasta in the living room, chatting about everything and anything while outside it storms. You and he clean the kitchen after you finished dinner and then return to the living room for dessert and more chatting.Â
You and he share the sofa. Hoseok is sipping on a glass of blood while you opted for hot cocoa.Â
âAre you okay?âHoseok asks, interrupting your monologue about your library experience today.Â
âWhy are you asking?â
âCause youâve been rubbing your shoulders since we sat down.â
âOh yeah. I guess Iâm just a little tense. My backbag was really heavy today and it fucked my shoulders. It hurts.â
âI can massage you.â
âReally?â
Hoseok nods his head.
âYes please. Oh my god, my saviourâ, you say and get off the couch to sit down in front of him. Hoseok hands you a blanket so you can cover your lower body and then he turns so you were between his legs and he could reach your shoulders.Â
He rubs his hands together to warm them.
âShould I take off the hoodie?â you ask.
âNo itâs fine. Iâm starting. Is that okay for you?â
âYes, itâs okay.â
With your consent, Hoseok places his hands on your shoulders. He begins his massage by rubbing the flat of his palms up and down your shoulders and arms.
âWhat did you wanna tell me before I interrupted you?â he asks.
âMhm? Oh yeah! As I was saying, I tried to use the computer to look for the book and it didnât show me anything.â
âOh no. How did you find it then?â
Hoseok begins rubbing circles into your shoulders, looking for the tighter areas so he could relax them.Â
âThatâs when it gets cool because I used magic to find it.âÂ
âYo, really?â
âYes, really. I concentrated really hard and thought of the words Yoongi taught me and then suddenly, I heard a small bell sound.â
âA bell sound?â Hoseok gasps. He is putting pressure into his touches, relaxing the tense areas. They are hard under his fingertips, no wonder you were in pain.
âYeah seriously, a bell sound. And it became louder the closer I got to the book and then bam.â
Hoseok gasps.
âThe book was right there. In front of my eyes.â
âOkay thatâs so funky. What the hell?â
You snicker, nodding your head.
âI felt like a real witch then. I almost yelled until I realised I was at the library.â
Hoseok chuckles, âyouâre seriously so cool. I know who to call if I ever lose something again.â
âYes please do. Ahâ, you tense up, âah geez, it hurts.â
âRelax. Youâre too tenseâ, Hoseok says.
âIt hurts a lot, you know?â
âI know. Youâre really tight in this areaâ, he says, digging his thumbs into the area.
âI know, ah geezâ, you hiss, writhing in discomfort, âno need to break my shoulders, ah.â
âIâm not even using a lot of my strengthâ, he defends himself and lessens the pressure, âhowâs that?â
âYeah, itâs better. Sorry, Iâm a little wimp when it comes to getting massaged.â
âItâs chill. I can be gentleâ, he says, rubbing circles into your neck.
You feel yourself shiver. Not only because of the relaxing touches, but also because of his words. You are very well aware that he didnât mean them in a sexy way, but itâs difficult not to understand them in such a way when Yoongiâs words still run through your mind. You ogle the TV, then the armchair next to it. Yoongi told you what Hoseok did to him on that chair. You fumble with your own fingers, feeling your heart speed up in your chest. Would it be weird to bring it up right now? He is being such a good friend and you donât want to make him uncomfortable by being a horny slut. You are aware that Hoseok is a very down to fuck kind of guy, but just because he is, doesnât mean that he always has to be in the mood to be a horndog. Heâs just a person after all and a person you love so very dearly.
âWhatâs wrong?â Hoseok asks, placing his delicate hands on your upper arms, âam I being too rough?â
âW-why do you ask?â you stutter.
âYour heartâs racingâ, he says and rubs your arms, âI can stop if you donât want to anymore.â
âNo, I uhm, no. Hahâ, you laugh breathily, âsorry, I was just thinking.â
âOkay? Do you wanna tell me?â
âItâs okay. I donât wanna make you feel weird.â
âDude, now you gotta tell me. You canât just say that. Iâm a nosy bastardâ, he says, pushing you gently. He laughs.
You laugh, swaying back and forth.
âYeah I guessâ, you say.
âSo? Tell meâ, he encourages you.
You turn and lift your head so you can look up at him. Hoseok switches between looking into your right and left eye, letting his hands tangle between his legs.
âYou gotta pinky promise not to be weirdâ, you say, lifting your hand.
Hoseok hooks his pinky finger with yours, âpromiseâ, he says and seals it by pressing his thumb against yours, ânow open your mouth and talk. Youâre making me nervous.â
You lower your hand and take a deep breath, âIâd be down to watch your moviesâ, you say.
Hoseok gawks at you. His mouth falls open. The silence is intense. His eyes are almost round from how widely he opens them. His reaction is understandable and adorable.
âIf youâd be down that isâ, you add, giving him a little lopsided smile afterwards.
âI uhâ, he lets out and blinks quickly. His air leaves him in a breathy laugh, his right hand comes to touch his chest, âa-are, are you sure?â
You nod your head, âIâm curious what all the talk is aboutâ, you say and scoot closer to nudge his chest, âyouâve got Yoongi still talking about what you guys did that night.â
Hoseok exhales in a laugh and turns his head to the side. His hand shoots up to rub the side of his neck, coyness washes over his features.
âHe does?â
âYeah, totally. You know what he told me on the phone today?â
Hoseok shakes his head. He still isnât looking at you, fumbling with his own ear nervously.
âThat maybe youâll show me your stuff and that I should have fun. Youâve seriously messed him up back then.â
âYo dude thatâs just- yoâ, Hoseok says and stumbles off the couch, running his hands through his fluffy hair. He laughs, but it sounds nervous and so not at all like Hoseok.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask him, following him with your eyes. He is prancing up and down, rubbing the nape of his neck.
âYouâre messing with me, thatâs what up. You?â he looks at you with widened eyes.
âWhat about me?â
âOutta all the people coming here begging for a fuck, youâd be last I expected this from.â
âWhy?â you ask in a chuckle, âyouâve got Yoongi talking about it and Kook mentioning it when I fuck him dumb. I wanna see what the deal is about. Besides, I was just asking if we could watch your stuff, I never mentioned sex.â
Hoseok scoffs, âsure ___.â
You cross your arms in front of your chest and pout, âwe donât have to do it you know? Wow, I feel so attacked right now.â
Hoseok studies you for a moment.
âYeah uhm, give me a momentâ, he says and then leaves the room.
You boil in your loneliness, feeling like dying would be less awkward than what just happened. Out of all the reactions you expected Hoseok to have, pure shock and the need to flee wasnât one of them. You expected gloating, pride, happiness and cocky teasing, but not for him to run away. You touch your own chest because the embarrassment you feel sits heavy in your chest. This was the most humiliating shit you ever pulled. Fuck, you want to dissolve into thin air.
You pull out your phone to text Yoongi and ask him if he could come pick you up, but before you can, Hoseok is back in the room. He is carrying a translucent hard plastic box filled with cassettes and DVDs.
âSorry it took me a while, I had to make sure the collectionâs completeâ, he says and puts the box on the coffee table in front of you, âI still got a box upstairs. Let me get itâ, he says and disappears again.
You have never felt lighter before. All the embarrassment from before is gone from your chest. He didnât quit on you, he just got his stuff. You sit down on the edge of the sofa and begin looking through the box. The movies seem to be from the nineties and two thousands. Heâs on a few covers. Naked and with a hard-on. You try not to look at it even if you were literally moments away from watching him fuck on TV.
âOkay, I think this should be everything now. Iâve also got my Only Fans, but you have to subscribe to see that stuffâ, Hoseok says and places the second box next to the first one. The box was filled with DVDs and hard drives. He sits down next to you, close enough that your legs were touching, âsee anything you like?â he asks, placing his arm around you. He doesnât let it touch you, instead he just makes you hyperaware of its presence behind you. You feel yourself fluster because Hoseok has never been that close to you with an underlying sexual intention. Of course you and he hug and cuddle as friends, but initiating touch with the near future of fucking is new to you.
You turn your head to him. Hoseok meets your eyes. You and he are just inches away from kissing. The close proximity makes you feel giddy. Heâs got really pretty eyes.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks, studying your eyes and then your lips.
âNothing.â
âNervous?â
You look away, âshut up.â
âWah look at youâ, Hoseok coos and bumps his chest into you playfully, âmoments ago you wanted to watch my stuff and now youâre nervous about it.â
âDude, shut upâ, you complain.
Hoseok giggles and pulls you into him with a strong arm just so he can shake you around a little.
âLook at you being nervous.â
âShut upâ, you whine, âIâll punch you in the balls, Iâm serious.â
âHey, hey donât ruin whatâll benefit you later. My balls are precious cargo, ___.â
You roll your eyes, shoving him off of you, âyouâre annoying.â
âWhy? Iâm just saying.â
âUrgh whateverâ, you say and look back into the boxes.
Hoseok scoots closer and reaches into the first box. He pulls out a DVD. He is on the cover, oiled up and with his dick in his hands. You are looking right at it if you wanted to or not. Itâs well-shaped, an impressive length and just girthy enough that you have to do a double take. It almost looks â to put it frankly â just a little bit out of place on him. He is a very petite guy, slender and fit, and his cock looks almost massive on his body. His elegant fingers look so small around it.
âYour dickâs huge, dude. What the hell?â
Hoseok laughs, âright? Itâs my vampire cock though. People never noticed, but it comes in handy when you can grow your dick.â
âI can imagine. For porn itâs practicalâ, you say and glance at his face.Â
He meets your eyes.
âI hope you know that this is really fucking awkward for me.â
He chuckles, âitâs not awkward for me.â
âI know. Youâre an exhibitionist.â
âRightâ, he nudges you gently, âdonât be awkward. Itâs just me naked and very hard.â
He makes you laugh which lessens the awkwardness.Â
âYeah, right thatâs the issue here. Youâre my best friend and now Iâm looking at your boner. I really didnât think this through. Dude, thatâs what happens when you massage me, I say stuff.â
âIâm your best friend?â he sounds moved.Â
âYeah. Well. Technically Yoongiâs like my bestest friend, but youâre my best friend. You know?â
âThis just got really emotional right now. Thank you, ___â, he says and drapes his arm over you to pull you into a soft temple kiss.Â
You lean into it, feeling good about it.
âYouâre one of my best friends tooâ, he says and gives you a little squeeze, âwe donât have to do this, you know? Itâs okay if you changed your mind.â
âNo, itâs fine. I donât wanna stop. I just have to live with the fact that now I know how huge your dick is.â
He laughs and lifts the DVD into your vision, âwanna know why I picked this?âÂ
âCause your cockâs huge?â
He laughs, âno itâs because this is the movie I watched with Yoongi that got him all hornyâ, he says and flips the cover. His co-star is on the back, showing off his oiled-up hole. You do another double take not for cock reasons, but because the actor looks way too similar to Yoongi. Hoseok, who saw your eyes flit back for a second glimpse, grins, âyouâre seeing it too, arenât you?â
âI do. What the hell?â you gasp, grabbing the cover to get a closer look, âare sure that thatâs not Yoongi and he just erased your memories back then?â
Hoseok laughs, âit could be a theory. But no, thatâs Niragi. We did a few films together, but then lost contact.â
âItâs crazy how similar they look. Except for maybe their holes.â
Hoseok snort laughs, â___â, he gasps and nudges you.
You snicker, glancing at him, âIâm just saying. Yoongiâs not that loose.â
âI know. I felt itâ, Hoseok says and looks at your lips.
You feel it, just as you feel your heart speed up because of it.
âWe could watch that if you wantâ, he whispers.
âIntriguing, but I wanna see you act with a woman. Got something that looks like me?â
He chuckles, âbabygirl, no oneâs ever come close to your beautyâ, he partially jokes.
You roll your eyes and nudge his chest, âsweet talker.â
He smirks and shrugs his shoulders. He gives your lips one last hungry gaze then finally looks back into the boxes, âIâve got something you could like. You like female gaze stuff, donât you?â
âDo I give off those vibes?â
âWith the men you date? Yeah.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â you ask in a laugh.
âTheyâre at your feet worshipping your every step. Iâd be surprised if they even as much as called you bad girl in bed.â
You snort, âyouâd be surprised then.â
âMhm, surprise meâ, Hoseok purrs and pulls out a black hard drive, âthatâs where the good shit isâ, he says and stands up, âget ready for a good show âcause I fucked like rentâs due in this movie.â
âIâm expecting great things, you know that donât you?â
Hoseok squats down in front of his TV.
âYeah, I doâ, he glances at you over his shoulder. He lifts it after a second and giggles, âshit, Iâm nervous now. Youâre gonna watch my shit.â
You study him. He is so attractive to you right now. Shit, youâre getting horny. Itâs so easy to get you turned on.
âOr, I donât know, we could skip the movie and make out instead?â
Hoseok hesitates. Hoseok takes a deep breath. Hoseok looks at your lips. And Hoseok places the hard drive aside just to stand up and hurry to you. He falls to his knees in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. Like this, you are almost face to face, sharing intense silence and even more intense eye contact.
âIs this a yes?â you ask him.
He nods his head, looking at your lips.
You move in, but Hoseok moves back.
âMhm?â you are confused.
âI just need to know that this isnât gonna ruin what we haveâ, he says. You never heard him with such seriousness in his voice before, âI like you so much and I donât wanna lose you just âcause of one night. If tonightâs gonna fuck us up, I donât wanna continue.â
âItâs not gonna ruin it for me. You?â
âItâs not gonna ruin it, no fuckâ, he laughs breathily, âfuck, I wanted to make out with you for ages. Not that Iâm one of those desperate dudes thinking theyâre friendzoned, itâs just that I kiss my friends if theyâre into it. Or fuck them. And show them my porn.â
You laugh, âI know, Hobi. Weâre not traditional. None of us.â
âYeah, itâs the fucking bestâ, he says and moves in, cupping your cheek with both hands. His nose brushes yours, your heart skips a beat. He is looking at your lips as he talks, caressing your cheeks, âone last chance.â
âShut up, Hobiâ, you whisper and pull him in with your hand at the nape of his neck.
Hoseok stumbles into you, moaning against your lips as he scrambles to find your rhythm. You didnât give him a difficult rhythm to follow, no, Hoseok is just simply overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling your lips on hisâ.
You pull back. Hoseok is looking at your lips with half-lidded eyes and a faint smile.
âDid you brush your teeth?â you ask him.
âYeahâ, he says and pulls you back into the kiss. His hand comes in contact with the side of your face before naturally gliding down to hold the side of your neck. His fingers are long enough that you can feel them brush against the nape of your neck. The touch sends the biggest shivers down your spine.
You moan into the kiss and hook your arms behind his head, tangling your fingers deep in his hair. Itâs softer than you imagined it to be and that means a lot because you imagined it to be soft. Hoseok also kisses so much better than you imagined him to kiss. He knows just when to give your lips a little suck, when to involve his teeth and when to let you do your thing. His tongue also knows exactly when to trace your lips to make you crave more.
âShit, youâre so goodâ, Hoseok murmurs between kissing you, standing up with his arms hooked under your legs. He lifts you off the couch easily, purring deeply when you press yourself closer and bite his lower lip. You are squirming in his arms. Just as Hoseok had thought. Youâre into getting carried.
He bounces you in his arms and finally allows his tongue to stay involved for longer than a small trace. You moan, meeting his kisses with eagerness. His lips are so soft, he tastes so good and whenever he bounces you there is friction against your pussy.Â
Hoseok purrs, walking with a dizzy head. He is so happy for his vampire senses right now, because you are stealing his sanity. This isnât the first kiss you and he shared, but it feels like it to him. The night at the masquerade ball is a memory in his mind these days. It happened so many years ago and is tainted by the fun influence of alcohol. But this isnât the result of alcohol, this is untainted and real. Hoseok almost stumbles up the stairs because heâs so excited.
He stops once he is upstairs, pressing you against the wall to break the kiss.
âShit baby. Can I call you baby for tonight?â he rasps and begins kissing neck.
You roll your head back, revealing your vulnerable spots to him.
âYeah, you canâ, you sigh, playing with his hair and sending shivers down his spine in the process.
âYouâre so fucking hot, baby. Fuckâ, Hoseok moans. His breath tickles your skin, his lips follow. It feels so good that you canât stop gasping and squirming in his arms.
There was another occasion where you and he shared a kiss. Back when Alpha was still evil and you still hated Yoongi, you came to Hoseokâs room to comfort him after a fight with Yoongi. You and Hoseok talked and somehow the conversation shifted into you giving him a kiss. Back then, Hoseok was high after smoking too much weed and the kiss felt blurry to him.
Tonight feels like fucking ecstasy to him. He is clear in the head and gets to kiss you so fucking passionately. He growls, letting his fangs grace your skin. This is turning him on so fucking bad. He sucks needily.
âAh, Hobiâ, you gasp, arching your back.
The contact breaks because he pulled back.
âSorry, fuckâ, he apologises, kissing the tender spot. He got too excited and sucked a hickey onto your skin. Now the spot is pulsating in sensitivity, âfuck, I canât believe this is real. Youâre so fucking sexy. Fuck, babyâ, he growls and rolls his hips into you. His clothed cock grinds against your clothed pussy, sending electric tingles through your bodies.
You and he moan at the same time. You pull him closer while he chases you with another thrust.
You tug his head up by his hair and give him a second of droopy eye contact before you push him onto your lips. He finds your rhythm instantly, sharing the sloppiest tongue kisses with you. He growls into you, breaking away from the wall to carry you to his room. Itâs not far anymore and he needs you under him.
He doesnât bother closing the door because itâs just you and him in this big house. Nobody can run in on you and it doesnât matter if the door is closed or not, heâll have you screaming for him either way. No door will keep the noises out.
He places you on top his bed and steps back to take off his shirt. He throws it onto the ground, looking at you with lowered eyes.
âCouldnât you have turned the lights on?â you ask in a chuckle.
âAh yeah, sorry I forgot you canât see in the darkâ, he says and turns on his bedside lamp, "better?"Â
You look at him instantly, letting your eyes run up and down his torso. Hoseok falls into a pose instantly, taking off his sweats as he does. He keeps his briefs on. Theyâre the bikini cut type, dark blue and bulging in the front. He is very obviously hard, forcing your eyes to stay on his crotch.
âYouâre so hotâ, you say, writhing needily.
âThanksâ, he says and climbs onto bed. He takes the spot above you, claiming your lips in a kiss. He keeps his left hand rested beside your head while his right hand dances down your body to play with the hem of your sweats. Your lips tremble against hisâ, your hands touch his chest. He breaks the kiss but keeps close, âis that okay for me to do?â
âYeahâ you allow him, lifting your hips.
âThank you. You can always stop thisâ, he says and takes off your pants.
âI know. You tooâ, you tell him, writhing needily.
Hoseok wastes no time and takes off your boxers as well, throwing them on the bed beside him. The hoodie he borrowed you is long enough that it covers your pussy. You squirm on the sheets, pressing your thighs together as best as possible.Â
âNervous?â he asks.
âA little. You?â
âYeah, dudeâ, he laughs breathily, âIâm so fucking nervous. I could shit myself.â
You laugh, âplease donât.â
He snickers, âmhm no, I wonâtâ, he whispers and kisses your neck.Â
You close your eyes, rolling your head to the side as a happy sigh slips past your lips.Â
Hoseok pushes your legs apart with his knees, running his right hand down your torso while his left is propped up beside your head. He listens to your heartbeat for any kind of change. It is racing and increases in speed the further down his hand dances.Â
Hoseok nudges your head so it rolls to the other side and he can kiss your neck there. You purr softly, squirming under him. Your pulse is fluttering. Hoseok moves closer to your pussy. Your heart skips a beat. He swerves past your heat and feels up your inner thighs instead.
Up and down. Up and down. Hoseok traces your soft skin with just his fingertips. He comes close enough to your pussy that you know his touch is there and yet never close enough that you can feel it. Itâs making you squirm more and more.Â
You reach up, placing your hands on his chest.
âHobiâ, you sigh, sliding your fingers to his nipples. You rub them gently, eliciting a deep purr from him.
âMhm keep going. I like itâ, he rasps and bites your earlobe softly, âis it okay for me to touch your pussy?â
âYes, is okay. You fucking teaseâ, you allow him, rolling your hips up.
âMhm yeahâ, he agrees and dances his fingers up your inner thigh.
You shiver. The thought that soon you will feel his touch is making his fingers feel so much better on your skin.Â
Hoseok touches you.
âAhâ, you let out, feeling his chest vibrate in a deep purr. His fingers part you for him, starting off at your entrance and painting a path up to your clit. He does a swirl when heâs reached her, then dances his fingers down to your entrance again. It is a gentle touch, barely any pressure is involved. You have to keep squirming because these kinds of touches always feel so much more intense.Â
Hoseok puts distance between your neck and his lips. He studies your face and how you have it scrunched in pleasure. He takes a shaky breath, bundling the sheets next to your head. Heâs so into this.
âI wanna taste youâ, he confesses, âis it ok-âÂ
âYeahâŚâ you interrupt him in a breathy voice and your body writhing sensually.
âShit, youâre hotâ, he rasps and abandons you for the sake of shimmying down. He kneels by the bed and wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face.
He looks up. Your eyes are focused on the ceiling, you are breathing heavily. Pretty. He thinks youâre so pretty.Â
He switches his gaze to your pussy. Your sweetened scent is taking up his senses. He lowers his eyes halfway, running them over your exposed heat. Kissing made you wet. It sticks to you and waits to be devoured.Â
âSo fucking prettyâ, Hoseok growls deeply and connects his mouth with your pussy.Â
He drags his tongue through your folds, starting on your entrance until he reaches your clit. You gasp, hold your breath and release it in a quiet whimper.Â
Hoseok purrs, pressing his tongue against you. He shakes his head, grinding on you this way. This is still a warm up. Heâs barely began. Youâre so sweet and he needs all of it on his tongue. No wonder your boys are obsessed. Hoseok feels himself get addicted as well.Â
He stops shaking his head and moves it so his tongue dances up your pussy. He flicks it against your clit, feeling your thighs twitch in reaction. So he does it again. He flicks his tongue against your clit quickly, holding your thighs as they begin trembling.Â
âOh godâ, you whisper and reach for his hair. You stop yourself. You drop your hand.Â
âItâs okay. Hold on if you need itâ, he allows you and uses the moment to also praise you, âyour pussy tastes so good. Fuck, I wanna devour you.âÂ
âO-oh godâ, you stutter out and writhe.Â
âMhm, so sweetâ, Hoseok purrs, burying his face back in your heat. His nose is grinding against you as he sucks on your clit. He keeps you pinned with his strong arms around your thighs, making you take every single second of the hungry feast.Â
You whimper and reach for his hair to grab it desperately. Your other arm lies itself over your own eyes.Â
âFuck. HoseokâŚ.â
Hoseok closes his eyes and moans into you. He releases your clit, slurping up his drool running down your folds. You tug and twist his hair, trembling in his hold.Â
âHold onto me, thatâs it. Good girlâ, he lulls his words because youâve got him pussy drunk. Itâs only been a few moments, Hoseok is aware, but he fucking loves eating pussy. Especially when that pussy belongs to his pretty best friend with her pretty moans and prettier taste.Â
Hoseok lowers himself for the sake of burying his tongue in your pussy. His long fingers grip your hips and tilt them for easier access. His nose is pressed against you, grinding into you each time he fucks his tongue deep.Â
âHoseok oh godâ, you get out and choke out a moan, arching your back because itâs impossible to stay still when he is filling you up like this.Â
He breaks away, letting his spit connect himself with you.Â
âSo fucking sweet, baby. Youâve got such a heavenly pussyâ, he praises and spits on her for contrast.
âAhâ, you flinch at the feeling, writhing seconds later when Hoseok slurps up the sinful mess, âHobi please.â
Hoseok moans, looking up at you again. Youâre begging. Youâre that type of person. He slips his hand into his briefs to get his cock out because the revelation makes his cock ache. He jerks it off desperately, fucking his tongue deep into your sweet pussy. Those people are his favourites. Oh so ruined by pleasure they start begging without knowing what theyâre even begging for. He fucking loves them.Â
Fuck, he wants to drag every single plea from your tongue. Hoseok furrows his brows and growls against you, speeding up his tongue as he presses himself as close as possible.Â
âOh god, pleaseâ, you keen, twisting his hair. Your thighs close around his head. You have to grab more of him or otherwise you are losing yourself. He is so fast and sloppy. And so chillingly cool. Because he only consumed blood bags lately, his skin is cold to the touch and yet his mouth carries enough warmth to give you a constant change of temperature. One second his cold nose is grinding against your clit and in the next, his hot tongue follows. The contrast is keeping you on edge and desperate for more.Â
âPlease ahâ, you beg and grab his wrist.Â
Hoseok untangles his left hand from your thigh, sliding it together with your hand. You squeeze him instantly. Your palm is damp and hot.
You writhe and shake, pressing out another plea.
Hoseok growls, looking up at you with darkened eyes. Youâre so fucking precious. Look at you needing to hold his hand. You are squeezing him oh so desperately that he wonders if you want to never let go again. He brushes his thumb over your knuckles in soothing and begins concentrating his licks on your clit.Â
No more playing around. He needs you shaking.Â
He switches between licking your clit and sucking on it, combining the two sensations until they become this electric blend of never ending pleasure.
âThis is gonna make me cumâ, you get out and whimper, writhing on the sheets.Â
Good. Hoseok wants you to climax. This is all he is working towards right now. Your sweet, sweet orgasm on the tip of his tongue. Hoseok dreamed about it for years. He hate fucks his own fist in desperation, making love to your pussy in contrast.Â
âHobi this is- ahâ, you press out and shudder. You tug at his hair, closing your thighs tighter around his head.Â
He can hear your blood rush deep inside your muscles. It is rushing and pulsating oh so fucking quickly. He squeezes his eyes shut and sucks your clit between his lips to keep it there and swirl his tongue over it.
âAhâ, you get out and grow silent. You tense up before growing slack within the blink of an eye. Your pussy begins throbbing under his tongue. Heâs got you.Â
âOh god, ahâ, you mewl, filling the air with squeaky moans afterwards. This feels so good. Your legs feel like jello, the heat in your pussy is unbearable. Heâs got you climaxing so fucking hard that you actually feel too ruined to keep breathing.
You grab his hair and fuck your hips up against his face, needing it to last so much fucking longer.Â
Hoseok lets you hump his face with desperate moans leaving him. He keeps his tongue stuck out, basking in every new layer of sweetness you cover his nose with. Shit, he wonât get rid of your scent for days. Itâs so deeply burned into him. Hoseokâs in fucking heaven, soiling his hand in his excitement. He isnât orgasming, he is just very leaky.Â
âOh go-godâ, you soon drop into the sheets, shuddering in the aftermaths of your high. Your fingers fall from his hair and let go of his hand, âholy fuck.âÂ
Hoseok purrs and gives your clit a kiss. He sucks on her one last time even if you flinch in overstimulation. You had to take it, Hoseok needed one last reminder of your sweet taste.Â
âGood girlâ, he rasps and smiles, âyouâre such a good girl, babygirl.â
You mewl quietly, squirming from the praise.Â
Hoseok drops your thighs for the sake of feeling up your sides as he kisses a path up to your face. His hard cock keeps leaking onto you as he goes. He canât help it, heâs so fucking needy for more.
He kisses your neck. You press into him instantly, rolling your head to the side until your nose brushes against his cheek.Â
Hoseok lifts his head, meeting your droopy gaze. You smile and giggle. Hoseok feels his tummy flutter. He gives you his prettiest heart-shaped smile and a little giggle with a nose scrunch.Â
âWe just did thatâ, you say.
âYeah right. I loved itâ, he says.
âMe tooâ, you confess and touch his mouth.
Hoseok lets you with bated breath and parted lips. You are so mesmerised by his lips, looking so utterly enchanted by them.
âYour lips are prettyâ, you whisper and trace one specific spot repeatedly, âyouâve got a mole there. Itâs pretty.â
âUhmâ, Hoseok lets out and lowers his head because heâs actually flustered.
You snicker and drop your hand to instead touch his wrist.
âCan I suck your cock?âÂ
Hoseok lifts his head again in shock, âsorry?â
âCan I suck your cock? I promise I wonât bite it off.â
He laughs, feeling his entire body tingle in butterflies. You snicker, gazing up at him with sparkly, yet lustful eyes.Â
âCan I?â you ask, tracing his pecs with your nails. His nipples harden instantly, throbbing oh so needily when you brush your fingers over them.
âFuck, Iâm fucked what the fuckâ, he lets out and rolls off of you.
âWhy?â you ask, straddling his lap.
Hoseok sits up, gripping your hips. Your wet pussy is dripping onto his thigh, your weight is like heaven on his lap. He gazes up at you, drinking in every fucking inch of your face.
âIâm so fucking into you that itâs giving me butterfliesâ, he whispers.
âGoodâ, you say and push him down by his chest. He falls, letting out a breathy moan as his back hits the sheets. His hair is ruffled, his hands fall on each side of his head and stay there.
âStayâ, you order and crawl off of him. You run your hands down his body and take off his briefs as you go, eliciting goosebumps to the surface of his skin. He moans quietly, chasing your touch with squirms.
âFeels goodâ, he whispers and rolls his hips up in synch with your hands parting his legs by rubbing his inner thighs, âah, yeah feels really good. Hahâ, he lets out and laughs breathily.
Hoseokâs bed is low enough that you can kneel comfortably and reach his cock. You do so, dragging him to the edge as you fall to your knees. Hoseok mewls in reaction, gasping for fucking air. His body is burning up. You are fucking messing with him. Your knees hit the floor. The fluffy rug under you gives extra cushioning.
You reach the end of his inner thighs, rubbing circles into the spot where his groin blends into them. Hoseok parts his legs further. His cock twitches needily. You can also watch how his chest begins heaving up and down as his breathing speeds up in excitement.
You glide your right hand to his cock, placing your palm against the upper side of it while your fingers stay stretched. You donât want to give him too many touches yet. You want your tongue to be the first thing he feels.
Hoseok sucks in air.
You move in and connect your tongue with his base, licking up a thick, wet stripe along the underside of his cock until ending it with a quick flick on his tip.
âShitâ, Hoseok releases his air in a breathy moan, closing his fingers around the sheets right next to his head. He can barely grip them, but it has to be enough. Your tongue feels like fucking heaven on his cock and heâs already burning up.
You hum and drag your tongue down his cock again, swirling it over his balls to get a good feel of them. His skin is soft and cool against your tongue. He throbs at the first contact, making you want more because it was so delicious to have him throb for you. You suck the sensitive skin of his balls between your lips just long enough that it stings a little.
Hoseok reacts in a throaty moan and his hips squirming restlessly. You release him again, guiding your wet tongue up his cock in repeated small, yet terribly sloppy licks. It results in his shaft getting all slickened with your spit. You use it to finally wrap your fingers around him and jerk him off, taking his cockhead between your lips at the same time.
âA-ahâ, Hoseok moans, reaching down to grab the back of your head. His hips buck up, forcing his cock to glide over your tongue, and drops his hips again, which almost makes his cock flop out of your greedy mouth.
You let him hold your head. He clearly needs it. You force down the cocky smirk and instead hum around him as you begin bopping your head up and down his cock. You jerk off what you decide not to fit inside right now and dance your left hand up his torso until you can play with his nipples.
Hoseok is moaning so much. He tries not to be too loud, but he genuinely canât stop his voice from working. He gasps for air and each time he exhales, it happens naturally that he makes the neediest of sounds.
You like what he does. You find great enjoyment in making men noisy for you. There is something very satisfying about using your mouth or hands to turn an otherwise well-spoken man into a moaning mess. Somehow making Hoseok moan feels even more satisfying to you. It is as if you want to prove something to him and show off with what you can do, so hearing him be so incredibly noisy feels as if you are being very successful.
You slip off of him for a moment, spitting on his cock just to pick it up with your hand and spread it in quick movements.
âHoly shitâ, Hoseok whispers and arches off the sheets, âah, a-ah what the fuck?â
His legs are shaking and he canât do anything against it. Not many people manage to do that to him. Hoseok drops his hand from your head to instead grip the sheets and twist them. His cock twitches and throbs so nicely between your fingers, leaking translucent desperation which aches to be tasted.
âWhat the actual fuck?â he gets out and squeaks in a moan.
You purr and take him back inside, sucking off his wetness until he writhes under you. Now with his tip incredibly sensitive, you finally take him inside as deep as you can.
Hoseok moans your name and throws his head back, resulting in the sheets to crinkle and his chest to stick up into the air. Your fingers canât reach his nipples this way, but you donât mind. You take his balls between your fingers instead, fondling them as your throat jerks off his cock.
âYouâre making me cumâ, he gets out and groans. His right foot meets your thigh as somehow in his shakes, he manages to step on you. He doesnât slip off, instead he uses the leverage to arch his back. He gasps, throbbing deep inside your mouth, âIâll cum in your mouth, itâs gon-gonna happen, ah fuck.â
You moan around him, sending vibrations through his cock.
âNow, ah ___â, Hoseok moans and drops in the sheets as his orgasm takes a hold of him. He twitches and throbs inside you, covering your throat with his warm cum until it gets too much to hold and it trickles out of you. You slurp and suck hungrily, using the excess cum to jerk his cock.
Hoseok is quiet for eight seconds and then his voice finally comes back to him in a guttural growl, âholy fuuuck. What the fuuuck? Shiiit.â
He rolls his hips up needily, riding out the electric waves until the fire takes a hold of him.
âFuck, okay. Stopâ, he says, flinching in overstimulation.
You suck and suck on his tip even if itâs burning up.
âStop pleaseâ, he begs, touching your head with trembling fingers, âhurts. Stop. Please.â
You slide off of him with a delicious moan and swallow, licking your lips just to get the droplets he left outside as well. He tastes so sweet. Itâs insane how yummy vampires are. Itâs like they are begging to be feasted upon. How paradisically ironic.
âHoly shit, ___. What the fuck was that?â Hoseok gets out as his legs twitch in the aftershocks.
âWhat do you mean? I sucked your cockâ, you act oblivious on purpose, kissing paths up his thighs.
âYou made my legs shake.â
âAnd?â
Hoseok sits up and cups your face just to pull you to your feet and therefore into a kiss. He uses his powers to get you on top of the bed and under him again. His knee is between your legs, his hands are restless on your body. He is moaning greedily, licking into your mouth as if he wanted to taste himself on you. You let him, tangling your fingers in his soft hair as your hips naturally begin squirming on his thigh. Shit, sucking his cock made you so wet. You can feel it sticking to his skin. You squirm harder, chasing the sensations. It feels so good to grind on him.
âWhat the fuckâ, Hoseok breaks the kiss to instead very sloppily suck on your neck, âwhat the fuck? Iâm done. Thatâs how you suck cock?â
âYeah. Why?â
âDude, no wonder youâve got your men wrapped around your fingers. Holy shitâ, he babbles and shivers, âyouâve got me shivering in the aftershock. My legs never shake like this.â
âMhm goodâ, you purr and squirm sensually.
âYouâre fucking insaneâ, he rasps and reaches between your bodies. He can feel how wet you are and he is still hard as ever. Youâve also messed with his mind enough that he canât think clearly anymore. All he wants is to fuck your pussy. The proper, respectful Hoseok is gone. Youâve turned him feral with your tongue. He shifts so his hips were between your legs and then drags his heavy cock through your folds. They feel so wet and puffy around his tip, moving right around him as he guides his cock against you.
âOh? Ahâ, you gasp and open your eyes, meeting his gaze, âHobiâŚâ you get out, scratching down the back of his neck just to grab his shoulders in the end.
His eyes are glowing red. His ivory cheeks are covered in black veins. You rarely see him in his vampiric state, so this is properly messing you up.
âI wanna take youâ, he says and slaps his cockhead against your clit repeatedly. It sounds wet, makes you flinch and moan softly with each impact, âdo you want me to?â
You nod your head, âyes.â
Hoseok gives your clit one last spank, then drags his cock down to your soaked entrance. He applies pressure and slips in without resistance.
âHoly fuckâ, you and he get out at the same time, resulting in your eyes to meet knowingly.
âJinxâ, you joke and laugh softly.
Hoseokâs lips curl into a fond smile. He chuckles and tilts his head to the side, using the movement to lower himself to your face.
âKidding, you can talkâ, you say, making him laugh just as much as he moans. It results in those really deep, sexy chuckles, the kind which really messes with your sanity.
âYouâre too muchâ, he rasps and bottoms out. He stays like this for a moment, closing his eyes to really enjoy how your walls pulsate and throb around him. He can also feel your heartbeat in them. Itâs a vampire thing and means that it takes everything inside of Hoseok not to let his cock grow. He doesnât know if your boys give you their vampire cocks and just in case they donât, he doesnât want to overwhelm you. Oh how sweetly naĂŻve he is.
He furrows his brows and purrs deeply, nodding his head as if he agreed with what is happening right now.
âYeah, youâre definitely fucking incredibleâ, he says and peels his eyes open halfway, âcan I move?â
âYeah. Move.â
With your consent, Hoseok finally picks up a rhythm. He really drags out his strokes, including a skilled roll of his hips each time he bottoms out. He knows that he doesnât need to go fast to make you gasp.
And it works. Two strokes in and you release your first gasp, closing your eyes instinctively as his cock fucks the hottest electricity to the surface.
âHowâs that, baby?â he asks in a whisper as his hand caresses the top of your head gently.
You nod your head, giving him a little mewl.
âMhm, itâs fucking amazing for me tooâ, he says and closes his eyes, âshit, you feel so good.â
He straightens up, pressing his right hand into the pillow and grabbing a bundle of it. His muscles tense and shift under his ivory skin. The red neon lights really accentuate how strong he was despite his lean frame. He meets your eyes, feeling his stomach tighten in excitement. You look so blissed out, staring up at him with heavy, half-lidded eyes. He gives you a smile, overwhelming you with it to the point where your eyes roll back and close and you let out a needy whimper. You writhe under him, reaching up to grab his wrist.
âYouâre so fucking pretty, holy shitâ, Hoseok rasps and tenses his jaw.
âHarderâ, you breathe.
âYeah?â
You nod your head, wiggling your hips.
âFuck baby, thatâs hotâ, Hoseok moans and gets to his knees. He lifts your legs and wraps them around his waist. You mewl under him, gawking up at him with foggy eyes. The stretch follows seconds later when Hoseok buries his girthy cock in your puffy pussy, bottoming out with a sensual roll of his hips and a deep purr rumbling in his chest.
âHobiâŚâ
âThatâs it, take meâ, he speaks in a deep voice, keeping you pinned with his ruby eyes, âtake a deep breath for me, babygirl.â
You follow, feeling your mind scramble when Hoseok smiles proudly.
âGood job, babygirl. Keep breathingâ, he praises and rewards you with deep strokes.
Your breath shudders, your senses blur. He is so rough in his movements and yet they are still so gentle. It is difficult to describe other than that Hoseok knows how to move his fucking hips and he is currently making sure you know that he can.
âThatâs it, babygirl. Thatâs it, keep breathingâ, he rasps, sliding his hand to your lower tummy so he can apply gentle pressure.
You writhe and mewl loudly, squeezing your eyes shut. You can feel his cock reshape your insides. He is so fucking deep. Oh god, you are so sensitive inside that every time he bottoms out, you feel fiery pleasure in your entire stomach.
âFuck, your pussyâs so fucking tight like this. Gotta stretch it all out with my fat cock, mhm?â he taunts, making you whine in both embarrassment and pleasure. Heâs got the dirtiest tongue. You feel yourself soaking his cock in reaction.
Hoseok pulls out to the tip, dragging it through your swollen folds. Once, twice, a third time to really mess with your mind. He pushes back inside and gives you his whole length with a harsh thrust. The kind of thrust which knocks a sound out of you and produces the most sinful of slapping sound. You could even feel his heavy balls hit your ass.
âPleaseâŚpleaseâŚâ
He moans in bliss from hearing you beg, showing you just how good he can reshape you by pulling out to his tip and fucking into you again. Harshly, just like before. He doesnât stop after one thrust, keeping the rhythm going as his long fingers slip to your clit to begin circling her.
âAh! Oh god! Hob-ah a-ah.â
âFeels good, babygirl?â
âYe-yeah, yeah, yeahâ, he fucks the words out of you. You try to nod your head, but you just end up shaking it around on the sheets rather clumsily. It gives your hair such a sexy messiness to it, âyes. Yes, yes, yes please donât stopâ, you chant, clenching around him.
âI wonât. I can do this for hoursâ, he rasps and fills you with his cock oh so deep.
Hoseok drinks up the view like an obsessed connoisseur. Fuck, youâre the sweetest artwork he ever looked at. Heâs got you, doesnât he? After years and years of imagining how it might be to fuck you, heâs finally got you. And itâs fucking better than any fantasy he could have ever thought up.
âIt feels so goo-goodâ, you sob, spilling tears from the corners of your eyes.
ââFeels good for me too. Fuckâ, Hoseok spits the last word, falling to his hand so he was right above you. Your hips tilt up, allowing his cock to pound you in a better angle. His right hand is still playing with your clit, keeping her throbbing and sensitive. His weight is on you, keeping you where he needs you to be. Wrapped around him and stuffed with cock.
âHobiâ, you mewl, spilling new tears because everything just feels too good.
âDo you like it?â
âYes, yes ah yes.â
âFuck, I love hearing thatâ, he moans, âyouâre driving me insaneâ, he adds and kisses you. He canât take it anymore. He needs to taste your moans, your sobs and gasps for air. His fangs clash with your teeth messily, but you have enough practice with kissing vampires that you find the right rhythm soon. Sloppy, wet tongue kisses. Desperate sucks and nibbles on each otherâs lips. Moments where moans are mixing and breaths intertwine. Your fingers bury themselves deep in his soft hair, his fingers increase the pressure on your clit.
You canât grasp the passage of time when heâs got you fucked so good. Hoseok doesnât care about it either, basking in the blissful time vacuum with you as your bodies connect in harsh strokes. Outside the storm calms down. Outside the night arrives with dark skies and quiet streets. While inside, the red lights keep you illuminated and your bodies get ruined in the sweetest way.Â
âHoly fuck, Hobi ahâ, you whimper, writhing under him. Heâs fucked you long enough that youâre almost there.
âYeah, thatâs good mhm? So fucking goodâ, he lulls, dragging his lips up your neck, âfuck, youâre so fucking wet. Keep creaming my cock baby, I love it.âÂ
âYouâre making me cum soon.â
âYeah?â he moans against your lips, âfuck thatâs hot. Donât hold back, babygirl. Iâve got you.â
âHobi, I have to- ah, I have to, to...I haveâŚâ
âItâs okay, everythingâs okay. Donât be scared, Iâve got you. Iâm right here.â
His words are like the most wonderful hug to you. You feel so safe. He fills you with so much warmth and tingles that you fall over the edge with a whimper of his name and your legs pulling him closer.
Hoseok slows down his thrusts, keeping his cock buried deep and giving you sensual circles so your favourite spots would experience the fire as well. He presses his fingers against your clit, letting her experience warmth and pressure. This feels so good. There are no words for how good he makes you feel.
âThatâs it, youâre doing such a good job. Good girl, youâre doing such a good jobâ, he talks you through it, making it even better with every sweet word he speaks.
You drop the back you didnât even know you were arching and grab the nape of his neck.
âHobi, holy fuckâ, you choke out and pull his face into the crook of your neck.
âAh, heyâ, he falls with a chuckle and his right hand slamming into the pillow beside your head. It closes around the pillow desperately when seconds later, you are rutting up into him. Your legs are locked around his hips, keeping them from fleeing (not that he wanted to), your pussy is so tight around him.
Hoseokâs voice pitches, his body shudders uncontrollably.
âWhat are you doing?â he squeaks out, twisting the pillow, âa-ah holy fuck please slow, Iâll cum. Slow, youâre making me cum, s-slow ah.â
âFill me up, please. Hobi please wanna be creamedâ, you beg and twist his hair. You are cockdrunk. There is no denying that. He made you cum so fucking hard that all you want right now is for him to paint your walls white.
âShit, ahâ, he trembles, âshit, holy shit, ah fuckâ, he pants and chases your hips in quick ruts. Four strokes it takes him, four strokes and then it gets all too much for him. He climaxes with a pitched moan of your name and his left arm pulling you against his chest.
âYes, ah Hobi. Thank youâ, you mewl, holding him close as his cock fills you with his hottest orgasm.
âYou feel so goodâ, he gets out and drops on top of you. He shudders, exhaling against your neck with a defeated sound leaving him, âholy fuck.â
âYeahâ, you agree, snuggling your cheek against his head. You run your fingers up and down his spine, lingering on his head for some hair play each time you meet it.
âWhat the actual fuckâ, he murmurs.
âLiked it?â
âIâm dead. What the fuck.â
You snicker, sighing happily afterwards.
It takes the two of you a few minutes of silence to really come down. Hoseok keeps lying on top of you, stealing some of your body heat as his cock slowly softens inside you. Heâs got you so messy. It is seeping out of you even with his cock inside. You wanted to get up and clean, but he just told you to relax and that he will clean the sheets later.
It was a lull of his words before he grew silent again.
You like the silence. Itâs relaxing and helps your brain to reboot. You need that because he really fucked you dumb.
Hoseok lifts his head when his mood lights switch to pink. Silence. His eyes race between yours. He is propped on his elbows, keeping your head caged in safely.
âWhat?â you ask him.
âNothing justâŚâ he kisses your lips. It is a sweet kiss. The kind of kiss a lover gives his precious counterpart. It leaves flutters in your chest once he lifts his head again.
Silence.
Eyes race between each other.
The light switches back to red.
He runs the back of his hand down your cheek.
âYouâre so beautifulâ, he whispers, making your heart flutter.
âYouâre beautiful too, Hobiâ, you breathe, reaching up to caress his cheek.
His eyes lower just a little bit, a shy smile curls his lips.
âShit ___, youâve got me feeling romantic. What have you done to me?â he says and snickers.
âIs that bad?â you ask.
âNo, itâs justâ, he shudders, âgiving me the shivers. Mhm fuckâ, he says and nuzzles his face into your neck as he lets out a cute sound. He smooches you just once before the nuzzling continues.
You giggle, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.
âYouâre still staying the night, yeah?â
âOf course. Why shouldnât I?â
âThe storm stopped.â
âRight. I didnât even noticeâ, you say and giggle when he tickles your ear with his breath.
He chuckles softly, giving you a tender kiss on your ear.
âFuck, you really did it to meâ, he whispers with a smile on his lips and his nose nuzzling into the side of your head.
âThe feelingâs mutual, Hobiâ, you snicker, ruffling his hair.
âMhm good, yeah thatâs goodâ, Hoseok says and pulls you closer, âso like, why did it take us years to do that?â
âOur lives have been busy, havenât they? I feel like itâs only slowly been beginning to calm down.â
âYeah, right. Shitâ, he giggles again, âIâm giddy like a little boy. Youâre amazing.âÂ
âYouâre cute, Hobiâ, you whisper fondly.
It isnât necessary to mention that Hoseok will be the one to break the news to Yoongi the next day. Hoseok will drive you to class after shared breakfast and he will pick you up again, he will drive you to the estate and then greet Yoongi with a âshe just changed my life.â To which Yoongi lets a small smile escape followed by a kiss to your cheek and a teasing âI thought you wanted to change all our lives, Hoba. What happened?â
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REUNION SEX
SUMMARY: Seokjin has been now out from his military service, but he has buried himself with work and you miss him, miss sex.
PAIRINGS: Husband Jin x wife reader.
WORD COUNT: 1.7K
SMUT WARNINGS: Titty sucking over clothes, oral (m,f), fingering, riding, emotional sex at the end lmao, reader is called names( jagi, slut, whore), cum eating.
A/n: yeas, I'm back Hehe lol I hope you like this one I'll get better next time but I hope you like this.
It's been two days since Seokjin has been discharged from his military service, Minjun your son hasn't been happier when he finally knew his dad wouldn't go back, your husband used to come back in between for a couple of days and leave again.
Minjun was about six months old when Jin knew he had to leave and he was not happy to leave his son, you and the army but soon accepting he went ahead and served the country perfectly, occasionally posting on Instagram and Weverse and telling army's he's doing great and is eager to come back and perform.
It's almost 11 pm when Minjun gets ready for his bedtime after playing with his dad for a long time. Jin being the best dad and husband takes over the night duties and puts his son to sleep so till then you could get all ready for bed as well.
About your sex life it's been a while since you've been intimate with him so it is dry and now seeing him all bulked up has your hormones raging up, his shoulders are now lean not that they were in perfect shape but it's just something is stirring up in your mind, his abs are more Prominent and can be even seen over his shirt if he straightened up.
You have nasty thoughts about your husband in the shower while Seokjin also gets ready for bed, a white shirt with grey sweatpants hangs low on his slim waist and when you come out you gasp a bit to see him look this hot.
You both soon get on the bed cuddling each other while you lay your head on his hard chest and your legs all over him, you ignore the feeling of his length on your inner thighs and hum on the things he's saying, his long fingers are tangled on your hair, and he fiddles with them, and you sigh at this feeling.
"Jagi...?" Your husband calls you out of your thoughts and you look out for him and smile and ask him what's wrong "Are you sleepy? should I stop talking?" Seokjin hesitates, thinking he is keeping you up and he knows you are tired from all day keeping up with Minjun taking care of him and also looking after him.
"No Jin don't worry it's all right it's just something going in my head for a while, but it's nothing I know you must be tired we can sleep," you tell him in a low voice and motioning to detach from him, but you get pulled back and now he hovers above you and gasp.
"Tell me baby, what's wrong?" Jin said now completely serious, and you sighed and looked everywhere but him, his arms had now trapped you and you raised your hands and held onto his biceps and rose a bit so could kiss his plum lips and once again you fell for this man all over again.
"Nothing Jin, it's just I miss you, I miss sex, but I don't want to pressure you into it I know you are still tired from the service and all the events you can rest" you tell him and caress his bicep with your thumb and feel him.
"Jagi you could've just told me about it, you know it right I would never turn you down, I'm sorry I haven't been giving you time love, but this pussy for sure misses me, right baby? Jin teases and you nod while giving him a big smile at his teasing.
Jin slowly bends down so he can kiss your lips and you make space for him in between your legs and his now hard length is pressed against your core. The kisses shared are passionate between you and him and you bite out a moan when you feel his hands sneaking up to your clothed breast.
Your nipples harden when Seokjin's fingers circle them and you twitch in his arms because of sensitivity, the short satin gown does a poor job of hiding the print of your nipples and Seokjin bends down just so he comes face to face and licks and sucks you over the fabric, the print is more visible as it is now wet.
"Seokjin please, need more" You gasp at his teasing while he chuckles and stops his antics and is now welcomed by the red lace underwear you decided to wear just in case something would happen, and you didn't want him to be greeted by the normal ones and mentally smile about it.
Your husband smiles at the sight of his favourite red panties coming into his vision and wasting no time he pushes them to the side and rubs the ball of your clit "Try to stay calm y/n I know it's been a while" he says observing your sensitivity and timidness when you try to close your legs.
Nodding at him he gets right back to your pussy occasionally spitting, licking, sucking and slurping your juices and you try your best to stay calm and not make much Noice but you end up failing miserably when his long slender finger enters you "Such a tight fit Jagi, I don't think you can take my dick....already stressing over my finger" just like that his teasing never stops which throws you over the edge and you come silently.
"Such a slut Jagi" he tsks and removes his fingers from your heat and sucks them and hums "So sweet" You stay there breathless for a second until he undresses, and you remove your gown and panties, your eyes bore down at his luscious red tip oozing out some precum and you swear you feel your mouth water.
So, you take matters into your own hands, just when Jin hovers above you, holding on to his bicep you shift him so now you are the one above him and Jin chuckles and gets ready for what is coming for him.
Kissing his lips you go down his neck and paint a few purple hues and your fingers tease his length which is now in between you and your husband, he tries to refrain from moaning and only settles with hums, Seokjin guides you where he needs you the most, yes, his beautiful girthy, thick length and veins prominent and those plum balls, there's a patch of hair at the base but you don't mind and think it makes him 10x hotter than he already is.
You start off by laying kittenish kisses and licks on his length and then going to suck his tip, you hum when the taste of his precum hits your tongue, and you make a mess by spitting on him again, your husband grabs on your hair and tries to signal you that he needs more and wanted to hear you gag around it.
"The best baby, yeah just like that," Seokjin says as his hands now fall on the bed, and you continue to gag over him "So big baby, can feel it in my throat," you tell him to boast his ego feeling few tears falling from your eyes and Seokjin moans at the compliment.
"Yeah, baby just like that Jagi.... right there, I'm going to cum" your husband groans feeling his orgasm hit and then that's when you decide to be cruel and get your mouth off him, "Jagi I'm not even kidding I was so fucking close," Jin says disappointed and you hover over him and sit on his abs and bring your finger on his lips "Be quiet baby, let me do it my way tonight yeah?" you tell him in most sluty way.
Smirking he only nods and lets you do whatever you want, and you rise up just a bit so now that his tip kisses your hole and you gasp and try to take him fully, once you adjust you shriek out because of the stretch and Seokjin groans at the tightness it feels like his dick has been suffocated and you slowly start to bounce, your own hands coming up to play with your tits while his hands come up on your waist and you scream out real loud because of his tip hitting your sweet spot "Yeah baby faster" Jin gasps feeling himself come closer to his release.
"Argh fuck baby right there feels so good, dick so good" You talk to him and chase your high that's when Seokjin pulls you down to his chiselled chest and guides your hips, you feel your eyes water at his move and your right hands comes up to his face to grab and you silently say you miss him and missed this feeling, and your tears finally run down your cheek and you both come at the same time, his cum painting your walls.
"Y/n? Baby, are you okay? I missed you too Jagi like a lot" Jin says his hands now caressing your back "Yeah just missed you a lot and now that you are here it feels so much better" you tell him, and he smiles like a fool and kisses your forehead, after spending a while with his length still inside, you sigh and feel good until it was time for you to get up and clean as you both are sticky from the sex and you both need a bath.
While Seokjin gets up first to prepare a bath for both of you, feeling the cum drip from your pussy, with a wild move you try to collect and suck it off your fingers and give him a wink while you are at it, and he smirks collectively and tsks "so messy baby" and giving him an offended look you tell him it is better than staining the bedsheets.
"Sure, Jagi make excuses, such a whore for it"......
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