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jeonbunnie · 1 year ago

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the entertainer ✧ 2

✧ reader x seokjin, ft. yoongi

✧ summary: In need of some real cash, you take a job as a dancer in your city's most notorious strip club. You’re making your own hours, raking in a good amount of money, and feeling sexy while you do it. Everything was fine as long as you kept your work life and your personal life separated.But when a handsome stranger shows up one night you find it difficult to maintain the balance.Jin is a gorgeous, rich, and–taken man. But one look from you on that stage has him spellbound. He knows he’s got no business coming back to the club, but there’s something about you that makes him want more than just a private dance. . .

✧ genre: strangers to lovers; angst; smut; fluff; 18+

✧ content/warnings: 18+, rich/ceo!jin, fuckboy!yoongi, stripper!reader, college!au, songfic, pov shifts, based on summer walker’s last days of summer album, loosely inspired by pretty woman, slow burn, smut, pining, mutual pining, love triangle, romantic suspense, cursing, dirty talk, explicit sex, oral sex, fingering, aftercare

✧ a/n: this is an old fic I wrote under my prev pseudo @jeonsweetheart that I put on hiatus as noted in this lovely banner by @kookdiaries. however recently I’ve found some love for my old pieces so I decided to try writing it again. If by some miracle your someone who’s read this story in the past lol I’ve edited some details to fit the narrative better but other than that, I’m continuing with the story as is! this isn’t beta’d and since I haven’t done a series in a while I’m actually pretty nervous reposting this so if u like it pls stop by my inbox or drop a comment I’d really appreciate it :)

✧ soundtrack: girls need love—summer walker

✧ word count: 9k

♪ So what’s a girl to do when she needs loving too... ♪

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[2:06am] Yoongi: You up?

You squinted at your phone, reading the message in the dark as the blue light shined on your face. You liked Yoongi; you really did. But more and more, you noticed he’d formed a habit of messaging you late at night. Only at night.

He’d brush you off when you attempted to hang out with him outside of work in the daytime, then later hit you up when it was convenient for him. You were starting to hate him for that and yourself because you let him get away with it.

Well, not tonight, you told yourself. I’m not gonna play that game. You put your phone on DO NOT DISTURB, returned it to your nightstand, and buried yourself in your sheets. You lay in bed feeling empty inside; you liked Yoongi, but you didn’t like this. Feeling so desperate for him all the time it was stupid and embarrassing.

Is that what love is?

You didn’t know. You’d never been in love before. Not really. Sure, you had crushes, mild infatuations, and situationships galore, but nothing like this—not this dull ache in your chest. If what you felt for Yoongi was love, then as much as you hated to admit it, maybe it was unrequited, and Hyuna was right.

Love had to be better than going to bed alone, feeling so cold and numb even though you were covered by a blanket.

You hoped she was wrong.

You wanted to be more to him than a few stolen kisses in the night and a body to hold. But as much as you wanted him to take your relationship seriously—to take you seriously—you could never risk asking him for more. To ask would be to give him all the power, and Yoongi already had enough control over you.

It wasn’t always like this. There used to be a time when you had all Yoongi’s attention.

You were so nervous coming into the club the first time. Back then, you still weren’t fully comfortable with stripping. But you had just started school, and though you already had a job bussing tables, you were still so very broke, and those bills wouldn’t pay themselves.

So you sucked up all your inhibitions and made yourself audition. You don’t know how Yoongi saw you in that crowded room. There were so many girls, certainly some more eye-catching than you, but he managed to catch you in the corner having a minor panic attack.

“You need to breathe.”

“Huh? Sorry, did you say something?” You blinked, taking in the appearance of the handsome stranger before you. On any other day, his intense eyes would have made you swoon. But that day, you were too caught up in your thoughts, worried about the worst possible outcomes of your getting up on stage. It’d been a long time since you danced for anyone besides yourself, and somehow, you were convinced you would mess up. Trip over your heels or forget a part of your routine.

“I said, you need to breathe. You look like you’re holding your breath. Are you that nervous?”

Yes, yes, you were.

You smiled weakly at him, clutching the water bottle in your hands. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here. I don’t think I can do this.” Your eyes flitted towards the exit.

“You’re here now, so you might as well go through with the audition. Don’t stop halfway.”

God, you thought, were you that obvious?

“What if I fuck it up?”

“Then you fuck it up. But that’d still be better than not trying at all.”

You remember being shocked at his response. But the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Yeah, so what if you fucked it up? You didn’t know these people. Worse scenario, you wouldn’t get in and leave a little embarrassed, but no one would know about your private failure except for this handsome stranger.

You must have taken too long to respond because shortly after his blunt advice, Yoongi apologized.

“Sorry. . . I’m not that good at pep talks.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t know why, but that actually helped.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened. Just a bit. Just enough for you to know your response surprised him. “Uh, good. You’ll be fine.”

“Thanks,” you said. Then thoughtfully, you wondered out loud, “Why are you being so nice to me??”

You couldn’t believe some guy was talking you down from your anxiety attack in a strip club. What was his agenda? Did he expect something from you?

“Why not?”

You opened your mouth to question that logic when you heard your name called. Your stage name. It was your turn to audition next. You glanced up at the stage before you, the black velvet curtain in the background, soft pink and white lights setting the mood, guiding your eyes to the catwalk in the middle. And on that center stage, those same lights highlight the silver pole in the middle.

Just looking at it made you gulp. Even though you were no stranger to the spotlight, having been a dancer, this new venture was awfully intimidating.

Strange enough, you found yourself looking towards the kind stranger—for what? Words of encouragement?—but he offered you none. Just a lazy smile as he nodded towards the stage for you to dance.

Truly, you don’t remember how the audition went. You were too nervous, too full of adrenaline to recall if you did well and if your movements were graceful and sexy rather than stiff and awkward. What you remembered was the conversation that followed, what you could make out of the hushed voices huddled together to decide your fate.

You strained to hear them over the thump of your racing heartbeat.

The first man to speak still seemed to be in thought as he stated his opinion. “I’m undecided. She doesn’t really seem like the type. . . I can’t imagine her sticking around for long.” He turned to the other judges in the room, “What do you think?”

“I agree with Namjoon,” said a man so pretty you could have mistaken him for a girl. “Technically, she’s a great dancer, but she’s lacking major confidence.”

Finally, the woman spoke. “Well, I like her. I think she’s got a lot of potential. Everyone grows into it anyway; give her a chance.”

Even with that vote of confidence, the group leader still seemed unsure. He turned to look over his shoulder to the man in the audience you spoke to earlier, the one you gave your whole performance to as you swayed on stage under sultry lights. “What do you think, Yoongi?”

At last, you had a name to put to the face of the handsome stranger. His dark eyes held no hint or indication that he favored you, and if his body language was anything to go off of, you were sure it wouldn’t be a good thing based on the way he slouched in his seat, arms crossed over his chest.

But then he spoke, a slow grin pulling over his face that put all your nerves at ease.

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.”

That was how it started. At the time, Namjoon, Jimin, and Hyuna were strangers to you. You had no idea the club owner and their two most favored dancers were in the room with you deciding your fate. Yoongi gave them his vote of confidence and sealed your fate. You started work later that week.

After you were hired, you were always aware of his presence at the club. You could feel his gaze follow you on stage, at the bar, always that cool, calm smolder. And the attraction was mutual. You constantly watched him in the booth, amused by his natural gift for music. There are so many shows you put on just for him. It was a crush, simple as that. You wanted him, but you were much too shy to say it. Thankfully, Yoongi was brave enough for both of you, asking you out after your first week.

The date was a pleasant surprise. Despite Yoongi’s introverted nature, he actually took you to dinner and made conversation at first, none of that Netflix and chill bullshit. His calm, quiet demeanor was infinitely attractive to you, and you found yourself mooning over him the whole night.

You hadn’t planned on fucking him, honestly.

But it’d been a while since anyone had touched you like that. So when Yoongi’s gravelly voice whispered in your ear, asking you to tell him how you wanted it, how you needed it, as his fingers rubbed sweet circles on your clit, all you could do was whine and tell him how badly your body wanted him with a desperation that couldn’t wait. You needed him right then and there.

The next morning, you woke up and swore it wouldn’t happen again.

But, of course, it did.

Again, and again, and again.

So here you were, stuck inside a situationship you didn’t want but one you always succumbed to. And tonight seemed no different.

Closing your eyes, you will yourself to go back to sleep, and you do for a little while. Until a pounding sound woke you up. You barely registered it as a knock the first time, but after two or three times, you dragged yourself out of bed and to your front door.

You had half a mind to reach for the bat you keep in the hall closet, just in case. It was an ungodly hour, and you lived alone (times like these made you regret not getting a roommate). You checked the peephole first, then sighed. Irritation rose in your blood.

You unlocked the door and snatched it open. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t act so surprised. You were giving me puppy dog eyes all night. You really think I wouldn’t show up?”

You can’t tell if the anger surfacing is from your lack of sleep, the scare, or the fact that Yoongi is standing on your doorstep. It’s probably a combination of all three. “It’s two in the morning,” you said pointedly.

Yoongi isn’t phased by your grumbly voice or sharp tone. He shrugs and moves to step inside, but you block his path.

“Absolutely not. I’m going back to bed.”

“You’re mad.”

He didn’t say it like a question, but you could tell by the lilt in his voice he seemed surprised.

You scowled into the dark. “You can’t do this, Yoongi. Pick and choose when to show up.” Pick and choose when he could be in your life, when you mattered to him.

You motioned to close the door, but Yoongi stopped you, sticking his hand in the frame. And then he did something that made you pause. He reached for you, placed his hands on your waist, and pulled you close.

Shit.

Yoongi pulled you in like the tide. It was always eb and flow with him. When he did things like that. . . You couldn’t help but give in. You were weak for this, for his touch, for the moments when he wanted you. So when Yoongi swept in close, body heat coming off him in waves as his hand reached up to cup the back of your neck, you leaned into the embrace.

“I know I’m late,” he said, kissing the corner of your mouth. He nuzzled into your neck, sneaking kisses on your collarbones.

“Let me make it up to you.”

“Yoongi. . .” You started, coming to your senses for just a minute. But before you could protest, he interrupted you with a kiss. Any resolve you might have had left your body once his lips found yours. It was so easy to lose yourself in Yoongi. His kisses were fire, all-consuming, wild. You could never get enough. Yoongi licked into your mouth, and you moaned, stumbling back into your apartment.

And just like that, you crumbled.

You let him lead you to the bedroom, shrugging off his clothes, his mouth never leaving yours. You felt your knees hit the back of something soft and sat down on your bed while Yoongi kissed you stupid. You let him touch and, tease and pull you apart. Till the pleasure overtakes the pain in your chest. And it’s good, so good. Good enough to make you forget why you were even upset in the first place.

He inches you forward with kisses and bites—marks you know will leave a hickey—till your back hits the headboard, momentarily breaking you from his spell.

“Wait,” you said, eyelids fluttering open.

But Yoongi’s hands are already sliding up your nightgown, leaving wet kisses down your thighs.

And then there was the solid feel of his hands spreading your legs apart, lips dangerously close to where you needed him most.

He hooked a finger under the waistband of your lace underwear, pulling the material off.

“You were saying?” said Yoongi, and you shivered as his breath fanned over you.

Honestly, you couldn’t remember. You lost every coherent thought your brain was trying to form. All you could think about was his touch, his thumb on your clit, the feel of him stroking you gently. You were so, so wet.

And he knew it. You could feel Yoongi smile against you as he rested his cheek on your thigh, long slender fingers working over you until all you could do was tilt your head back and sigh.

“I love playing with your pussy.” He whispered, voice just above a purr.

His words made you throb. “Yoongi,” you moaned, his name a desperate plea on your tongue.

“What?” He answered, voice smug, “What do you need?”

Too embarrassed to say the words out loud, to admit just how badly you need him, you reached down, sliding a hand into his hair, tugging at his locks to pull him right where you wanted him.

Yoongi chuckled. “So impatient.” But he didn’t move his head from between your thighs. Instead, he leaned forward, licking a stripe up your center before rolling his tongue around your clit.

You couldn’t help but lean into the action, hips tilting up to catch the sensation. But Yoongi was having none of that. He brought up a hand, pushing one palm against your belly to press you down into the mattress, while the other caressed your thigh.

“Behave,” he said, the dominance radiating through his voice. It’s the only warning you get before he nips at your clit, drawing out a sharp cry from you, the pain mixing with pleasure. Before you could even respond, Yoongi lapped at your folds, tongue making a mess out of you.

You let yourself get lost in the sensation as Yoongi buried his head between your thighs, devouring your whole. You’re too far gone to stop the whimper that spilled from your mouth. All you felt were stars as his tongue curled around your clit, languid licks driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Yoongi knew your body like it was his. He memorized every shiver and shudder, every move that turned you on. He could hear your heavy breath, feel the tremble in your thigh, and know exactly how to push you over the edge.

So he does it, sliding two fingers deep inside you to press against the spot that made your body taunt with pleasure. The pressure of his palm against your belly, his hot tongue flicking against you, his fingers curling deep—it’s overwhelming.

Chest heaving, you called out his name, a plea and a warning all at once. You were so, so close.

Cum for me,” Yoongi rasped, voice vibrating against you, and that’s all it takes for you to fall.

You climax, pleasure rushing all through your body, blanking your mind, curling your toes. Your hands fist in Yoongi’s hair, once again tugging at his locks. Only this time, Yoongi didn’t stop your pleasure but doubled it, replacing his fingers with his tongue to delve inside and taste every drop of your release, stopping only when your thighs shake, the sensation becomes too much.

When you finally came back down and caught your breath, Yoongi lifted his head and met your gaze with a smirk. “Did I make it up to you yet? Or should I apologize again?”

Though you’d been satisfied, Yoongi ‘apologized’ twice more for good measure before laying you on your side and pulling you against his chest. Cold as he appeared, Yoongi defied all fuckboy logic and was quite fond of aftercare and cuddles. Thirty minutes later, he still laid beside you in bed, naked body flush against your skin.

These were the moments you treasured the most. Pos-coital bliss, where you could pretend, if only for one second, that you were something more than strangers who sometimes shared beds.

But they also made you the most confused. Because, here in his arms, it felt like more than friends, more than sex. But did he think that, too?

So many nights you spent just like this, trying to convince yourself that this was good enough, that you were comfortable living in this in-between state. But that was then, and this is now, and it’s not enough.

And now you know it never was.

“Yoongi?” you said, turning in his arms so you’re face to face.

“What,” he grumbled back, voice thick with sleep. It’s a sound you’re all too familiar with, one you’ve let lull you into a stupor time and time again. He leaned down to kiss you, but you placed a hand on his chest, keeping him away.

“What are we doing?”

It’s a question you’d always been too afraid to ask, but now that it was the only thing on your mind, you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting it out.

Yoongi scoffed. “Sleeping?” He nipped at the sweet spot on your neck, “Unless you’re up for another round.”

“Yoongi, I need—”

He licked a stripe up your neck, scrambling your thoughts. “What? What do you need?” He said, voice husky. It’s enough to make you moan but not enough to distract you from your racing thoughts.

I need to know what this is. I need to know where I stand with you. I need—

“More than this.”

“I’m serious. What are we doing? What. . . what are we?”

You said it. The thing you’re not supposed to say, and it made you feel sick to your stomach.

You shouldn’t—it’s not as if it’s some forbidden phrase, but the words weighed heavy in the air. You’re going places you’ve never gone with Yoongi, putting all your cards on the table. It’s risky. No one wants to be the one who cares most, but you do. And you know you’re not supposed to. You know you can’t say that you want more. That you want love. That somehow, this unspoken arrangement isn’t what you needed any more. You needed to know if he felt anything for you in return, and you needed to know now.

It was quiet for a minute before you finally said, unable to stop yourself from masking the vulnerability in your voice: “I like you.”

“I like you too,” said Yoongi. There was no weight to his words. He said it so quickly, so easily, that it stunned you.

Maybe a little too easy.

“So what does that mean for us?” you said, sitting up in bed, more awake now than ever.

Yoongi froze. “Us?”

“Yeah, is there an us?” You can’t seem to say what you really mean; the words hover around the truth of your real desires, that you want a relationship. It’s obvious, isn’t it? “Because if it’s not, if you can’t see this being real, then I don’t think I can do this anymore. I might take a break.”

He has to know what you mean. . .Do you really have to spell it out?

But apparently, you do because Yoongi glosses over the true meaning of your words entirely. “Can we talk about this in the morning? I’m tired. I don’t want to fight right now.”

He reached for you, his hand slipping up your thigh and rubbing small circles with his thumb. The touch is soothing, but your mind is still whirling. Still trying to connect the dots from what he said, what it meant, and what you heard.

“I don’t want to fight right now.”

Why does the question of choosing me have to be a fight?

It’s this thought that makes it all clear. It’s not a fight. Yoongi knows the question you’re asking. He just doesn’t want to answer.

You opened your mouth to say as much, but you’re tired, too. Tired of this bullshit. The ease with which Yoongi dismissed your needs time and time again. You don’t have the strength to plead your case, and you shouldn’t have to, really.

You laid back down with you back towards him, nodding your head in agreement even as you shoved your disappointment down deep.

As if sensing your frustration, Yoongi wordlessly consoled you. He trailed kisses down your body. Each kiss, a tiny apology. At the top of your head. Sorry. By your jaw, sorry. The dip between your neck and shoulder. Sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Despite yourself, you lean into the embrace. Yoongi didn’t always have the right words to say, but he always had the right touch. Still, a part of you starved for a deeper affection, a part that even Yoongi’s touch couldn’t reach.

. . .

In the morning, you woke up to the shining sun, aching limbs, and an empty bed.

Yoongi wasn’t beside you, and the loss of his touch stirred you from your sleep as the loneliness crept back in. You know there’s no note for you to or an explanation to where he’s gone, so you don’t bother checking. Instead, you roll over to your side, clumsily fumbling around for your phone on the nightstand.

You open your eyes with a sigh, blurred vision trying to make sense of the digits on the screen reading 9:02am when everything clicks into space with startling clarity. Your entrepreneurship class started at nine.

Shit.

“Late! I’m late!” You shouted, hopping out of bed and throwing on a T-shirt and jeans. No doubt, you look a mess, but you didn’t have time to worry about appearance. You could not be late; this course was one of the hardest in your major. You couldn’t afford to miss any class and pass, and if you flunked out, you’d have to wait another two semesters before it’d be offered again. That was time you simply didn’t have. It’d put you way behind your schedule to graduate on time with your degree, and you couldn’t afford to waste more time in school.

It’s the desperation that has you rushing down the hall to your classroom, tired and out of breath after sprinting from the parking garage into the building. You’re flustered, sweaty, and way too embarrassed to make eye contact with your professor as you enter the room, only bowing your head in apologies as your eyes scan the room for a seat.

Mia flagged you down in the corner of the room, and you slid into the desk next toher. “I saved you a spot,” she whispered, careful not to raise her voice above the steady drone of your professor’s lecture about starting a new business.

“Thanks,” you said, eternally grateful to have made a friend in this class. Mia was a school friend who, through late-night study sessions and lunch breaks, was slowly becoming a real friend, too. If only you didn’t have more time on campus, you’d probably be best friends by now, but between working for two jobs and school, your schedule was always full.

“We’ll dive deeper into identifying your target customer base next week.”

When the lecture ended thirty minutes later, you pulled Mia outside the classroom. “Hey, thanks again for saving me a seat. Can I borrow your notes from earlier?”

“Of course.” You thanked her as she pulled out her notebook and handed it over.

“No problem. Where were you this morning? I thought we were supposed to catch up before class.”

You forgot about that. “Uh, sorry. I overslept. Rain check?”

“Sure. I have a class until 3, but after that I’m free. You wanna grab dinner tonight?”

You wince, knowing you’ll have to turn her down once again. “I’d love that. I really would, but I’ve gotta—“

“Work, right. Of course.”

“Sorry, Mia.”

“Look. I get it you’re busy. But I feel like I never see you these days.”

You can’t help but feel guilty knowing she’s right. You have been all over the place this semester. Your social life was definitely suffering for it.

“And when I do, you see, you’re basically running around campus looking like a total mess.”

Ouch. When she puts it like that. . .

Mia must have read the hurt look on your face cuz she quickly backtracked. “I don’t mean to sound harsh. I’m just worried about you, ya know?”

You know she’s right, but it still made you feel like crap to hear your friend chide you like this. You know you’ve been distant, but were you really that bad?

“And I miss my friend,” she added, squeezing your hand.

At this admission, you relax, understanding where she’s coming from. “I know. Today’s not great, but I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?” You looked down at your phone, checking the time. Now you were going to be late for your next class, too. “I gotta run, but we’ll talk later?”

Mia nodded. You hugged her before hauling ass across campus to your next class.

. . .

“Do you know what an embarrassment you are to this family?”

Seokjin sighed, slumping in his seat. His father slapped the newspaper onto his desk so hard it’s a wonder the glass didn’t crack under his palm. It took all of his strength not to wince at the title:

Billionaire Playboy Caught At An Infamous Strip Club.

“I didn’t choose to go there. Taehyung and Namjoon took me out—“

“I don’t care what Taehyung and Namjoon do. They can destroy their families’ reputations if they want to. But you are my son. I won’t have you tarnishing my reputation. You think you deserve to run this company after a stunt like that?”

At this, Seokjin rolled his eyes. “I don’t think I deserve anything. I’ve never wanted this company,” he said.

“You ungrateful piece of shit.”

Seokjin meant what he said, but he wasn’t ungrateful. Inheriting his father’s million-dollar diamond corporation was never part of his interest. “You should hand over your company to the child who wants to run it. Sohee would—“

“Sohee doesn’t have what it takes to run my company.”

Translation: Sohee wasn’t a man. And Seokjin’s sexist father would never give her the chance she deserved to take over the family business. Even though she was the progeny most naturally suited for the job.

His father waved away the idea. “Enough of this talk of Sohee. You will inherit the family business. It’s time you stopped acting like a child. Have you forgotten your responsibilities? After your wedding to Mei, our company will expand. You’ll have no time for these foolish endeavors.

How could he possibly forget? Between the tabloids and the endless, frivolous meetings crammed into his schedule to decide what color goes best with the tablecloths or what dish should be served for the twelfth-course meal, he hasn’t been able to escape any thoughts of the wedding as much as he’d wanted to.

Seokjin met Mei under duress six months ago with the intention of their union expanding the company into the Chinese market. And though their families held a long-standing relationship with each other—they were practically strangers. He had no feelings for her, and their relationship was strictly business, to his chagrin.

Seokjin didn’t want to get married—let alone to someone he barely knew. But the decision wasn’t up to him. As with everything else in his life, his father made all the decisions. Every school, every job, and every opportunity was already picked out for him before Seokjin could even utter the word ‘no. Nothing was ever a choice.

He hated his father. For his cruelty and selfish ways, his blatant disregard for others, his children’s wishes, and the control he had over Seokjin’s life.

“As a matter of fact, I have an important business dinner with her father this evening—you will attend.”

“Of course, not like I had any plans.” Said Seokjin, smiling sweetly, but his eyes held malice.

His father cut him a look and opened his mouth for what Seokjin was sure would be a good cussing out, only for his father to explode into a coughing fit. The bastard was sick, but unfortunately for Seokjin, not ill enough to die. Just enough for his father to retire early and order him to take over, crushing any dream he had of escaping his legacy.

His father cleared his throat. “I expect you to be on your best behavior and impress him, boy. But don’t be a fucking kiss ass. Remember, you represent the Kim name. Show me you are not a complete disappointment as my heir. You can do at least that, can’t you?”

Seokjin grit his teeth, swallowing down his anger. He hated his father for his relentless demands, but he also hated himself.

Because despite resenting it all, Seokjin always did as he was told.

. . .

[4:34pm] Sunshine Boss: I have something for you :)

[4:34pm] Sunshine Boss: I know you’re off tonight, but you should stop by and pick it up. I think you’ll be satisfied with the gift.

You look up from your phone, stopping midway in your tracks. It’d be risky, but you could squeeze in some time to stop by the club before heading to your other job.

Jeongguk winked at you as you walked up to Paradise. You smile at him as he holds the door open for you, shaking your head at his endless flirting. It always amused you that he was the club bouncer when the kid was a little younger than you. But you always felt safer having Jeongguk at the door. You’ve seen firsthand how that sweet bunny smile could fade into a deadly expression. Jeongguk could be very intimidating when he wanted to be, and his muscles weren’t just for show. You felt sorry for anyone who crossed a line at the club and ended up facing off with him.

It doesn’t take you long to find your boss. He’s tucked away in his sleek gray office as usual, typing away on his laptop. He looked polished as ever in a new suit and a crisp white button-down. When you knocked on the door, Hoseok looked up and waved you inside. “Come in.”

“You said you had something for me?” You asked. You were still curious as to why he requested you stop by. Work was work, but Hoseok took your personal lives seriously. He never crossed the line between the two, so you found it odd he reached out.

“I do,” said Hoseok, reaching inside his desk drawer. “Your private session left you a big tip last night. I thought it’d be best if you received it directly.” You watched as he pulled out a fat white envelope and slid it across the desk.

Just looking at it made you raise an eyebrow. Hoseok’s bright eyes gave nothing away as he waved a hand towards the envelope, beckoning you towards it.

Without thinking, you opened the envelope and let out a little gasp of shock at the thick wad of bills inside. Hundred-dollar bills.

“All this is for me?”

“All of it.”

You shifted out a few bills, ready to hand over your expected dues, but Hoseok stopped you with a hand. “You misunderstand. I already have my cut. Everything within that envelope is yours.”

“Are you serious?” You said, unable to hide the shock in your voice. You had enough money in your hands to pay your whole rent for the month and then some. All from one dance.

The sharp angles of Hoseok’s face softened, and he smiled at your disbelief, a dimple showing out. “Clearly, you left a good impression, but I expect nothing less—you’re one of the best.”

You wave away his words, too embarrassed to accept the compliment, thinking about exactly how you won Seokjin’s favor. Just the thought made your heart race. As much as you hated to admit it, your patron wasn’t the only one affected by that last dance.

“I um—I’ve got to go. But thank you for making sure I got this personally.”

“Of course. Before you leave, your gift came with a letter,” said Hoseok, pointing back to his desk.

You don’t know how you missed it at first, but sure enough, another smaller envelope was on the glass with your name handwritten on the front.

“Oh.”

“I think you might have a new regular. Seokjin seems to be very fond of you.”

. . .

Later that afternoon, you pulled up to work, grateful you remembered to stash a bag with clothes in your car. You quickly run to the back, hoping to change into your uniform. But your boss caught you before you could sneak off to the back.

“You’re late,” she hissed.

Yes, that was becoming quite a habit of yours. You ducked your head apologetically, hoping the woman would scold you quickly. “I’m sorry, I was—”

“—I don’t have time for excuses. A high-ranking guest is coming in tonight, so just do your job.”

You don’t miss the pointedness in her tone—no fuck ups tonight.

“Got it,” you said, holding back your grimace as she berated some more before sending you off to change. All you could do was grin and bear it. Even if you didn’t feel like you had it in you to pull on a fake smile and tend to your special guests.

But that was your job as a hostess. It paid well, though sometimes it almost didn’t feel worth it with the snooty customer base you had to face, but between rent and your school tuition, you literally couldn’t afford to be picky.

Even if you didn’t have the energy to put up with these rich assholes, at least you didn’t have to pull a shift at Paradise after this. You just had to pull yourself together for a few hours, and then you could go home.

You change into a little black dress and switch out your sneakers for a pair of tall heels. It wasn’t exactly a ‘uniform’ uniform, but your second job still has a certain look and aesthetic to maintain. The dress hugged your curves in all the right places, and you can’t help but feel eyes on you as you make your way back to the hostess table up front, heels clicking.

Dionysus was in full swing, each white-clothed table crowded and buzzing, and you watched as people clinked glasses under the chandeliers. But at your post, you kept your eye on the empty room in the back.

Whoever your guests were tonight, if they were truly a big deal, you’d escort them to have their meal in that private room.

Once the opening crowd thins out, the evening goes by slowly for you, and before you know it, you’re sneaking a peek at your phone, trying not to keep your boredom at bay.

There were a couple texts from Hyuna and a picture she sent of herself and the girls at Paradise.

[6:15pm] Babygirl: I’m so BORED when you’re not here🥺

[ 6:16pm]You: Sameeee. Don’t have fun without me!

[6:18pm] Babygirl: You know it’s boring when you’re not here! Miss you tonight 💕

You heart the message, missing her too.

Still no messages from Yoongi.

All his silence does is confirm the feeling in your gut and fuel the quiet resolve to make a decision.

You’re so busy ruminating that you don’t even realize you have guests in front of you until someone clears their throat in front of you.

“Act like you have some sense. The reservation for the Kim Corporation is here.”

You shove down your disdain for your boss and put on your best smile, ready to greet your new guests. Only when you look up do you realize it’s not a new guest after all.

Kim Seokjin stood in front of you, handsome as ever. His fringe frames his face, drawing your attention to his dark eyes and immaculate suit. You could tell from the quality of his clothes that it was expensive, but the white button-down left open on his chest said that looking flawless was effortless on his part. His brows furrowed at the sight of you, but then the confusion cleared, and in its place, Seokjin fixed you with a dazzling white smile and said: “It’s you.”

You barely have time to recover from the blow before you fix your smile in place (the one you use strictly for work; polite and friendly) and greet his party.

“Welcome to Dionysus, Mr.Kim. It’s a pleasure to have you dine with us tonight.”

Seokjin blinked at your formal demeanor, not expecting your casual dismissal of his recognition. But you don’t react—you can’t. No one here knew of your other life, and you planned on keeping things this way.

“Please follow me; I’ll direct you towards our private dining experience.” You quickly turned on your heel, walking forward without sparing so much as a second glance towards him. But you can sense his eyes on you, that hot, molten feeling rising in your body as you lead the party toward the back.

When you stopped before the table, Seokjin pulled out the chair closest to your position, trying to address you once more. “It’s nice to see you again.”

You maintain your plastic smile. “You must be mistaken, Sir; we haven’t met. I’ve heard this is your first time visiting Dionysus.”

“You mean to tell me we haven’t met before?”

“I’m afraid not, sir.”

Seokjin raised an eyebrow, but your facade didn’t waver. If anything, your eyes seemed to embolden, daring him to question your professionalism. You’re so calm and cool that if it were anybody else, Seokjin might have believed himself to be mistaken. But he knows he’s not. As if he could forget your face after last night.

So that’s how you wanted to play this? Fine. Two could play that game. He’d get your attention one way or another.

“Excuse me, I have a special request,” asked Seokjin, successfully grabbing your supervisor’s attention. “Your hostess is so lovely. Is there any way that she could tend to our table tonight?.”

Your eyes widen in shock for a split second, not anticipating this outcome. “I’m sorry, I’m not a part of the waitstaff—”

“—Absolutely,” Your boss cut in. “I’m sure (Y/n) would like nothing more than to take care of your party personally.”

At the mention of your name, Jin’s eyes widened. He simply wanted you near, but his request seemed to come with a little gift now that he knew your name.

The realization must have dawned on you simultaneously since the look on your face is a mix of shock and rage. Jin finds the combination amusing, and he can’t keep the satisfied smirk on his lips, knowing he sneakily earned another night with you.

Serves you right for trying to ignore him. Seokjin gave you a look, cocky and full of ego, relaying this very thought.

You wanted to wipe his smug smirk off. Asshole. You haven’t waited tables since your first year in college, and now, because this guy batted his pretty eyes, you’re right back where you started?

Who does this guy think he is?

You’re beyond annoyed, but all you can do is plaster on another fake smile and join the servers at the table. Thankfully, you’d served with everyone working the table before, so getting back into the flow of things was easy.

You fell into step from memory; everything returned to you from years of practice waitressing. You reached past Seokjin to fill his wine glass, and the asshole had the nerve to look up and smile at you.

You smile back, of course, even though you’re silently fuming, but your eyes tell a different story. You let Seokjin see it, all the anger buried underneath the polite mask as you pour.

But Seokjin’s smile didn’t flinch, didn’t falter. You swear his smile only brightened, the grin spreading across his handsome face.

You didn’t realize you had overfilled his glass until you heard the scrap of his chair across the floor when he jumped back from the table.

You were so distracted you poured the wine right into his lap. But he didn’t have to know that. Even though it wasn’t your intention, you’re more than happy to claim the credit for his displeasure.

“My apologies, Sir,” you said with a smirk.

Seokjin glared at you in response. Now that the shock was gone, you had to stifle a laugh behind your hand seeing his pouty face.

Your boss hissed your name, eyeing you with a tilted head at the mess you were in no rush to clean up.

“Let me help you with that,” you sighed. You bent down, picking up a spare napkin off the table. You dipped it in water and mindlessly dabbed at the spill on his suit.

You were already so close before you realized your mistake. You could smell the heated spice of Seokjin’s cologne, and you were just a breath away from that dazzling face. Just as close as you were the first night you met. The memory of it flashes through your mind—the warmth of his palm cupping your cheek like you were his lover. It’s enough to make your breath hitch.

You met his eyes, and the depth of his dark pools told you you weren’t the only one thinking of your first night together. Seokjin’s gaze dipped, looking at your lips as he wet his own.

It’s that small action that brings you back. What were you doing? Surely you weren’t about to kiss the stranger in the middle of a job? Quickly, you removed your hand from his lap, clearing your throat as you backed away.

Your mind felt hazy, and you knew who was to blame. But what you wouldn’t understand was the fact that Seokjin had any effect on you at all.

You knew it wasn’t his status; you often came across rich men in your work. His looks were unparalleled, but you rarely found attraction towards a pretty face last if you hadn’t liked their personality.

And you didn’t like him, right? No. He wasn’t your type at all. Still, you couldn’t deny the pull felt whenever he was in your presence.

For the rest of the night, you completed service for the party away from Kim Seokjin. Dinner went on in a daze. And before you knew it was closing time. The Kim Party stayed the whole night, which was tiring, but the generous tip they left did lighten your spirits as you exited the building.

You’re halfway out the door, eagerly awaiting a night alone in your apartment, when you hear someone call out your name.

“(Y/n).”

It’s Seokjin. You looked up to find him leaning back against a luxury SUV. “Or should I call you Angel? Both names suit you quite well.”

Dammit. In the heat of the moment, you forgot all about your boss giving away your name. If your two lives weren’t crossed over before, they certainly were now.

You’ve half a mind to ignore him and pretend you didn’t hear him in the first place, but ultimately, you decided to deal with it before things get more out of hand.

You walked up towards him. “Look, I’d appreciate it if you kept that name to yourself.”

“Which name?” He teased, eyes glinting at you in the dark. “They’re both very pretty.”

“I mean it. People don’t know about my other job here.”

“So you live a double life? That’s sexy.”

“It’s not as sexy as you think,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s actually really hard, so don’t make it any harder for me.”

Seokjin tilted his head to the side, studying you. You put up a good front, coming up to him acting all demanding. But he could see the vulnerability underneath it all; a part of you was worried.

“I wouldn’t dream of making anything more difficult for you,” he said, earnestly hoping to put your mind at ease. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Oh…” You weren’t expecting him to acquiesce so quickly. You honestly thought he’d be the type of jerk to tease you and hold it over your head like earlier. But Seokjin immediately respected your boundary; you didn’t even have to put your foot down.

“Thank you,” you said awkwardly.

“Of course.”

His behavior took you off guard, but you couldn’t lose focus. Your name wasn’t the only reason you approached him.

“Um, also, while you’re here, I’d like to give you this back,” you said, reaching into your bag for the envelope. You help it out for him to take. “Thank you for the tip, but I can’t accept this.”

Seokjin stared at your hand. “That was a gift.”

“It’s too much,” you added as if that held any weight.

“I haven’t to politely disagree. I enjoyed myself, and I value your time. I think the amount reflects that.”

“I can’t accept it.”

“Can’t? Or won’t.”

“Okay, I won’t accept it. Take it back.”

“No.”

“Seokjin.”

“(Y/n).”

“Why are you making this so difficult?”

“Love, you’re the one making this difficult.”

“Look,” you said, frustrated at the conversation. “I’m not in the mood for games. I don’t know what your expectations are. But I’m not that kind of girl.”

Seokjin shook his head. “I’m not following…”

“Well then, let me make it clear to you. I said. I’m not that kind of girl.”

You were all up in his face, eyes full of fire, and Seokjin couldn’t help but like it. For a man in his position, very few people had the confidence to speak to him like that. He at once found it incredibly attractive and entertaining, watching you sass him with your neck craned as he looked down at you.

Clearly, you meant to be intimidating, but all Seokjin could think about was how sexy you looked when you were assertive.

“You didn’t read my letter, did you?”

“The letter is irrelevant; I don’t care how rich you are—you can’t buy me.”

“I think you are mistaken. I’m not trying to buy you, (y/n).”

You didn’t buy it. If there was anything you learned in life, it was that nothing ever came free. There was always a price. And this man came from a world where money ruled supreme.

“Then what do you want?”

You. It was the first thing that entered Seokjin’s mind. The thought took him by surprise. It’d been a while since he felt this attracted to anyone. And he certainly didn’t know what he was doing waiting after dinner to talk to you. Something was there, but he knew better than to voice this new feeling aloud.

Instead, he told a partial truth. “I don’t know,” he said, shrugging. “That night…. I’ve never seen someone move like that. The way you dance...You captivated me. You were like a goddess.”

You wanted to be mad at him. You really did. But you couldn’t help but feel yourself flush at the compliment and the sincerity in his voice. Men flirted with you often. It was a hazard of the job, but not like this. You’ve heard men highlight your body before, but no one ever mentioned the way you dance with awe in their voice, not just lust.

“It’s only natural to give an offering as your patron,” said Seokjin, winking at you.

Your body betrayed you then, a flush that heated you up. Get a grip! You thought. You weren’t some lovesick teen. You were grown. You would not be swayed by some rich asshole’s stupid flirting.

“Well, I don’t need your money. Here,” you said, thrusting it out in front of you. “You can have it back. I don’t want to owe you anything.”

“You don’t owe me. I wanted to give it to you,” said Seokjin, stepping closer to you. “I think you deserve a lot more, to be honest.”

Seokjin placed his hand over yours, firmly keeping the envelope in your grip. “It was a gift. Nothing more, nothing less. Keep it.”

You’re so close Jin could smell you; your skin is warm and sweet, and your perfume was sultry and floral. Seokjin could drown in it. The scent clouded his senses and, clearly, his judgment because he closed what little distance sat between him and you. Here, he had a front row to your beautiful eyes, and those plush lips, and the only thing running through his head was what it would be like to kiss you.

Seokjin looked at you, really looked at you, and this time, he noticed you were not startled. Your pupils are blown, your chest rising quickly—he’d bet anything that whatever it is going on with him, you felt it too.

But again, you pulled away.

You took a step back to give yourself space and clear your head. Any longer, and you might have kissed him for real. And even though you and Yoongi were barely a thing and planned on ending things, you hadn’t ended them yet. Even though Seokjin had you wanting to cross all kinds of boundaries—you weren’t about to cross that line.

“I um,” You stuttered, “I really can’t convince you to take it back?”

Jin considered your question. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I’ll take the money back in exchange for a date.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Was he really asking you on a date? “How is that appealing to me? That’s just swapping one problem for another.”

“It would be the best day of your life.”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

“I’m not hearing a no.”

You sighed. “I don’t want to give you the wrong impression. I’m seeing someone. And even if I wasn’t—”

“Are you exclusive?”

“Well, no—”

“—Then I have a chance?” Said Seokjin, taking a step closer to you. He smiled again, and this time, his eyes crinkled at the corners, and you felt the warmth of his gaze flush all over you.

“I, um—”

Seeing you stutter, Seokjin’s smile brightened. “I do have a chance.”

Stupid, damn feelings.

“You have no chances,” you said, barely recovering from the brilliant attack on your heart. “Because I don’t date clients, remember?” You let words settle between you, their weight grounding you back to reality.

“And now you’ve also popped up at my day job?”

“A charming coincidence, I promise,” said Seokjin, placing a hand over his heart.

“Hmm. Well, I guess I’ll keep your money after all.” Even if he was the most handsome man you’d ever met, you were an adult. Your better judgment kept you from crossing that line.

Seokjin smirked. “Good.”

Good? You narrowed your eyes at him. He looked a little too pleased with your decision. “Did you only propose that because you knew, I’d say no and keep the money?”

“No,” he said, leaning toward entrancing you again with a close-up view of his superior good looks. “I hoped you’d say yes. But I’ll take the consolation prize.”

“Besides, I’m rich,” laughed Seokjin. “It’s not like I need more money.”

And just like that, the moment of infatuation passed. Seokjin was back to being a rich asshole. Perfect. You could work with that.

You backed away from him, heading for your car. “Goodnight, Seokjin.”

“Goodnight, (Y/n)”

It’s not until you’re sitting in your car, catching your reflection in the rearview mirror, that you realize you’ve got a stupid grin on your face.

Immediately, you stopped, catching yourself. It felt nice to be admired and flirted with, but what was your problem? Why were you smiling about some random stranger when you had a—

The bright ping of your phone went, and you reached inside your purse to check your texts.

[9:06pm] Yoongi: Missed you at Paradise tonight? Can I stop by later?

Speak of the devil…Of course, Yoongi would contact you now.

You didn’t owe him any loyalty, but that didn’t mean you felt comfortable talking to other guys. But still, why?

Yoongi wasn’t your boyfriend. So why were you giving him the boyfriend treatment?

“Are you exclusive?”

“Well, no—”

“—Then I have a chance?”

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. Why were you thinking about Seokjin’s words earlier? He wasn’t even a dating option, but he did have a point.

For all intents and purposes, you were practically single, so why were you acting coupled up again?

You look at the three little dots bubbling up from your lack of response. How long were you going to keep doing this? Repeating the same cycle over again?

No. No more.

You fired off a text back: I can’t, busy, then threw your phone on the seat and started up your engine before you could change your mind

The cycle ends right now. You wouldn’t spend the rest of your twenties going back and forth with some guy who only ever wanted to sleep with you.

You’re young. You’re hot. You didn’t have to sit around and wait for some guy to want you. You could get a date with anyone you wanted, hell, even a millionaire!

For a minute, even though tonight was an inconvenience, you’re grateful you ran into Seokjin just for that reminder.

The next time you see Yoongi, you know what you need to do.

You’re ending things up with him. For good.

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plussizeappreciationfics · 1 month ago

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I got you it's bed chem by sabrina carpenter bed chem BTS Jin x black reader

Thank you!!

One shot: Bed Chem

I was in a sheer dress the day that we met We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec Your friend hit me up so we could connect And what are the odds? You send me a text And now the next thing I know, I'm like Manifest that you're oversized I digress, got me scrollin' like Out of breath, got me going like, ooh

Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent? Like (Ooh) Maybe it's all in my head

But I bet we'd have really good bed chem

"I know that you're single, (Y/N). No need to lie to me..." Jin's hot breath hit your lower lip, making a delicate shiver run down your spine as the two of you stared intensely into each other's eyes. The intense tension was palpable.

He had you corned in a random room, away from the fashion event that was taking place just a few rooms away. Your back was against the wall, your right thigh lifted up and wrapped around the singer's waist while his strong arms were wrapped around your thick waist. You tried to ignore the pulsing in between your thighs, but it was too hard to do.

"I am single, happy now?" you whispered with slight irritation laced to your voice. Your confession made Jin smirk as he knew that you had been lying all along. He had always been able to see right through you. What was the first encounter after his military-release had now turned into your long awaited fantasy.

"We both know that we cannot stay away from one another anymore...." his voice was a mere whisper but so clear to your ears. You held onto his broad shoulders and cleared your throat. "I-I don't know what you're talking about", another lie left your lips.

Jin rolled his eyes before a low chuckle left his plump lips.

"You do now, (Y/N). We know have all the time and all the freedom to finally dive into us". His words made goosebumps rise on your soft, brown skin while a shaky breath left your painted lips.

How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense How you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things, that's bed chem How you're looking at me, yeah, I know what that means, and I'm obsessed Are you free next week? I'd bet we'd have really good

Come right on me, I mean camaraderie Said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be Where art thou? Why not uponeth me? See it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy (Ooh)

Who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes and the big, bad mmm? Like (Ooh) I know I sound a bit redundant

But I bet we'd have really good bed chem

"I need you to tell me how you feel, (Y/N). Tell how what you want from me and then I will happily oblige to your wishes". Your eyes widened in surprise as the tension grew thicker by the second. The urge to pull the singer close and finally let your soft lips tangle in a passionate tango overwhelming you.

"Do the people actually know that you aren't shy, like at all?", you distracted with a grin. Jin rolled his eyes again, growing frustrated at the fact that he knew that the both of you wanted to do other things right now, then to ask stupid and silly questions.

His reaction made you chuckle, but the question was a genuine one. You knew that your good friend was known to be shy and barely act out on his real feelings. To have the Korean K-pop sensation pin you against the wall, your bodies glued to one another while your bodies obviously showed that the attraction, the lust was there, was a picture you could never erase from your mind.

"I am determined about my goals, my desires and my feelings. What more do you want from me?" Jin's patience was hanging onto a thread. He could no longer ignore his hard cock throbbing against his pants. All he wanted was for you to say the words, bring the two of you into the next level of your relationship so that he could finally show you how he really felt about you.

"What took you so long?" you required.

Another.damn.question.

Jin let out a long sigh, making you grin as you knew that you were testing the waters. You had him right where you wanted him. Desperate for you.

"I was restricted. My job, then the military service. But don't think for a second that I wasn't head over heels in love with you, (Y/N). I was counting the days in South Korea before being able to finally be in your presence again", his piercing gaze told you that he was voicing nothing but the pure truth. His confession made your heart flutter in your chest as the adrenaline started to pump its way through your body.

How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense (Makes sense) How you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things, that's bed chem (That's bed chem) How you're looking at me, yeah, I know what that means, and I'm obsessed (So obsessed) Are you free next week? I'd bet we'd have really good bed chem

And I bet we'd both arrive at the same time (Bed chem) And I bet the thermostat's set at six-nine (Bed, bed chem, chem) And I bet it's even better than in my head

How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense (Oh, it just makes sense) How you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things, that's bed chem (That's bed chem) How you're looking at me, yeah, I know what that means, and I'm obsessed (So obsessed) Are you free next week? I'd bet we'd have really good

Oh, baby

Jin leaned in closer, gently pumping your noses against each other while he took a step closer in between your legs. Now you could feel him. All of him. You gasped in surprise while digging your new set of gel nails into his shoulders, a wave of arousal slowly dripping out of you.

"You better not mess this up, Jin. Or else you will lose me forever" your determination surprised the singer as the mere thought of you being hurt or crying because of him already making his heart clench painfully in his chest. He shook his head and gave you a pleading look.

"Go ahead. I'm all yours" you whispered and instantly moaned when he pressed his soft lips against yours, a moan leaving his throat as he finally was tasting you, feeling you. You couldn't help but whimper while pulling him closer by the waist, not a piece of paper being able to fit in between your bodies.

Jin pressed his clothed cook against your clothed cunt, shivering at the heat radiating off your beautiful body. His head started to spin when his tongue silently asked you for permission to enter his mouth, a permission you instantly granted by parting your lips and moaning at the taste of his hot and wet tongue.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling your heart pound against your rib cage while the passion took over your body. The grinding got more intense by the second while your moans increased. No one could stop you now.

"I-I need" you gasped and pulled away from the kiss, knowing that the time was running out now and the last thing you wanted was to be on the cover of gossip magazines tomorrow.

"Let me feel you for a few seconds. Then we'll continue the event and not look at each other. The rest will be done at my place, deal?". Jin instantly nodded at your words, already breaking his cock free from its clothed cage while you pushed your lace underwear aside, already so wet and ready to be filled.

"Look at me" your lover whispered and smiling when you did. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you were drawn into his loving gaze. A loud gasp escaped your parted lips when you felt the tip of him slide up and down your drenched folds before he slowly slide in.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you bit down onto your lip, knowing that moaning right now would be crucial and draw the attention of others who were just outside the dark room.

"Look at me" Jin groaned and waited until your eyes fluttered open, pure pleasure clouding them before he proceeded to slowly fill you up all the way. The two of you didn't speak a word, just stared at one another while being connected in the most intimate way ever.

The sensation of finally feeling him deep inside you was indescribable. Your inner walls welcomed the smooth stretching while the tip of his pulsating cock smooched against your sweet spot. You knew that one motion of the hips would fuck you up all the way.

Jin nodded his head, fighting for dear life to not end what he had started. To not take you right then and there. A moaned your name in a blissful whisper before slowly pulling out, making you hum in disapproval.

"More of that later, my love" he promised while re-adjusting himself back into his pants while you lowered your raised leg and slid your underwear into its original position. Fuck, this would be a long night.

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honey-boyyoongi · 1 year ago

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“What do you think, will you help me”, he asked.

She sighed into her glass of ridiculously priced wine, “What’s in it for me?”

Seokjin scoffed, “Obviously, my presence is a gift within itself, but vacations, shopping sprees, the possibility of having to marry me…”

She slightly sputtered, “Marry, you said you just wanted to convince your grandfather that you’re settling down. Not that I have to marry you!”

Coming soon

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staycorpse · 2 years ago

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bts masterlist ♡ ྀ

key : fluff = ☀️ angst = 🌧 smut = 🌑

incomplete = 🪷 complete = 🌸 requested = 🩵

kim seokjin

coming soon!

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min yoongi

coming soon!

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jung hoseok

coming soon!

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kim namjoon

coming soon!

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park jimin

coming soon!

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kim taehyung

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jeon jungkook

coming soon!

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hobeemin · 2 years ago

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fool’s gold

💰 genre: angst, smut, drama, established relationship au, lovers to enemies

💰 pairing(s): ceo!kim namjoon x doctor!poc (f)reader x lawyer!kim seokjin

💰 summary: "the cause of broken marriages is selfishness in one form or another" - vance havner

vows were never meant to be broken yet here they were. the problem is how can you quit the very person you know is your soulmate?

💰 rating: 18+

💰 warning(s): divorce, infidelity, depression, anxiety, gossip, drinking, swearing, pregnancy, gossip, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, teasing, angry sex

💰 word count: 4.5k

💰 credits: a huge shoutout to @daimyosjeon and @sugakookitty for beta reading this fic. i hadn’t written anything in awhile so i appreciate the feedback you both gave cause i was so unsure of this fic 💜💜

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💰 a/n: for the heartbroken society collab hosted by @shina913 @playmetheclassics & @jeonlius

The horns outside roused the two occupants awake. The man blinked, trying to remove the sleep from his eyes. His lover didn’t take long to rise from the bed and search for her clothing strewn around the room. He watched with interest as she dressed, only sitting back down on the edge of the bed to put her shoes back on.

“Leaving so soon?”

She sighed as she felt his hand touch her lower back. She almost recoiled from it.

“We go through this every time, Namjoon. You know I can’t stay.”

He frowned, rolling onto his back as he looked at the ceiling. “You can; you just never do.”

She stood, walking over to the mirror at the dresser. “I’m not going to get into this with you right now, and I need coffee before my meeting this morning.”

He rolled his eyes. “Always a pleasure Y/N.”

“Likewise.”

---

Y/N sat at the table, fiddling with a pen in her hand. Her eyes kept glancing at the clock.

Late as usual.

“Are you sure he knew when the settlement started?”

She huffed, turning to the man beside her. “Jin, I’m sure of it, and it was scheduled months ago.”

Jin sat back and adjusted his tie. “Being late will only make the judge hate him more.”

The door opened as the judge walked in. She nodded to the three people sitting and sat down. “I see he’s late again,” she murmured, opening her files.

The second man finally spoke up, his features slightly annoyed. “Your honor, I’ve called my client but haven’t been able to reach him–”

The door to the conference room burst open as Namjoon entered, looking disheveled. He planted himself in the seat next to his lawyer and gave the judge a small smile.

“My apologies, Judge Park. Traffic.”

Judge Park scowled. “Traffic didn’t stop everyone else from being here on time. Mr. Kim, I’d suggest you get your priorities straight. After all, this is your divorce settlement.”

The judge continued to drone on, summarizing what had been said in the last few sessions.

Y/N glared at Namjoon. After seven years of marriage, they called it quits. They didn’t try to hold on to their marriage. How she felt about him and made her think they weren’t aligned. The bills from their marriage counselor were proof enough.

After a particularly nasty scandal involving a secretary, Y/N called it quits. She was tired of the whispers and the looks she received working at the hospital, which added even more stress to her already fast-paced life.

And yet.

She looked across the table at her soon-to-be ex-husband. Why couldn’t she stay away? The guilt of that morning still lingered, and the thought made her face heat up if they had any idea what she and Namjoon did the night before.

Feeling eyes on her, she looked up from her papers to see Namjoon glancing at her. She looked over at her lawyer. Jin was preoccupied with the judge, reading over his notes and paying attention, as was Namjoon’s lawyer. She rolled her eyes as a smirk spread across his face. The sudden urge to wipe it off his face with her fist grew each moment. When he sent a wink her way, Y/N let out an audible groan making both lawyers stop talking.

They turned, looking at her curiously. Jin raised an eyebrow at her in concern as he reached for his glass. “Everything alright, Dr. Kim?”

Y/N flashed him a smile.

Judge Park pressed her hands together with a nod to each person.

“It seems these are the terms from both parties. If we’ve reached an agreement, these can be drawn up, and in our next meeting, we’ll only need signatures. How do we–”

“Your Honor?”

Y/N huffed out a breath as Namjoon spoke up. Adjusting his tie, he shot her a look with a grin. “I’d like to go over the logistics of the assets once more.”

Jin frowned. “I’m sorry, but what wasn’t clear before?”

Namjoon murmured as he leafed through the sheets. Once he reached the section, he chuckled, flipping it around and placing his finger near it.

“The vacation property. What do you plan to do with it?”

Was he for real?

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “You can’t be serious. Why do you care what I do with it?”

“Humor me, please.”

A frown crossed her face. “Sell it.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Wha–B-But why?! We built it together, Y/N!”

A snarl erupted from between her lips. “It lost all value when you decided to bring multiple women into our bedroom, Namjoon.”

“I will have to step in and cease this conversation. This session is adjourned.”

As the judge stood, the group did as well until she left the room. Y/N sighed heavily as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. Namjoon observed the action. Yep. She was stressed, and it was her way of coping with it. He remembered when he first saw her do it as a university student, and they were studying in his dorm during finals week.

“Helps me calm down,” she once said.

He realized he’d been staring once her eyes fell on him. He looked away in haste. She rolled her eyes until she felt a hand on her arm. Y/N turned to see Jin standing next to her. He removed his hand once he realized they were still around other people. He dropped his voice enough for her to hear.

“Call me later?”

She nodded, giving him a small smile. Relief passed his features as he gathered his papers and put them into his suitcase. The group headed to the elevators waiting for it to stop at their floor.

“Where’s Haneul?”

Y/N scoffed at the question, keeping her eyes facing the elevator. “So now you care about your daughter?”

Namjoon sighed, feeling the sudden headache grow. “She’s just as much my daughter as she is yours.”

She rounded on him, and her temper began to flare. “I wish you wouldn’t try to test me. Keep it up, Joon. I’m trying to be fair, but if you keep antagonizing me, I will ensure you only get limited visits with her.”

“You wouldn’t do that, Y/N,” he accused quietly. Namjoon narrowed his eyes at his wife, and she was playing hardball now. He was a lousy husband but prided himself on being a great father.

Jin glanced between the two of them. “This isn’t the proper place for this discussion.”

“I’m aware, Seokjin,” she snapped before returning to Namjoon. “She’s staying with my parents; they flew in a few days ago. Happy?”

“Very. Thanks,” he mumbled. “I’ll pick her up on Friday and take her to school on Monday morning.”

She nodded, pressing the button that led to the parking garage. At least she could be civil when it came to their daughter.

“Fine with me. Just call before you arrive.”

Namjoon hummed in agreement, and the elevator ride fell into silence. As he leaned against the wall, deep in thought, he noticed something. Seokjin stood too close to his wife– he refused to call her his ex until the papers were signed. They were merely separated. But Y/N didn’t move away from Seokjin; she quickly smiled at him. Namjoon’s knuckles paled as he gripped his suitcase tighter. Clenching his jaw, he cleared his throat.

“Are you going back to work now?”

Y/N stepped away from Seokjin and turned to Namjoon. “No, I took a leave of absence.” Seeing his facial expression, she sighed. “It’s fine, and I have enough residents to help until I’m back.”

The last thing she wanted to do was have him pry about why she took time off work, and all it would do was lead to another argument. She was relieved when the elevator finally reached the parking level she was on. As the door opened, Seokjin held the button. She turned toward Namjoon with a curt nod.

“I’ll see you soon, Namjoon. I’ll let Haneul know you’ll pick her up.”

“Thank you. See you Friday.”

As she walked out, Seokjin followed, tipping his imaginary hat to him just as the doors shut. Namjoon frowned as he got off at the next level. Why did seeing her with Jin rustle his feathers so much? Not only would that be inappropriate, but it would also be an extreme conflict of interest. He was her lawyer, for crying out loud.

Would that stop you?

He shook off the thoughts, frowning as he walked to his car. Yes, things had gotten bad between them, but they always ended up in bed together for the most part. Regardless of their thoughts of each other, no matter how toxic it was, Namjoon and Y/N still had some physical attraction to each other.

---

“Oh shit!”

Y/N whipped her head back, biting down hard on her lip. One hand gripped the counter's edge, and the other tangled into dark hair from the scalp for dear life. She willed herself to open her eyes and look down at the head between her legs.

She bit back a scream as she rutted against his mouth. He massaged her inner thighs, placing soft kisses along her skin, making his way up to her pussy lips. His finger stroked her slit, gauging her reaction. His fingers dug into her thighs as his lips laid an assault on her swollen clit. Y/N’s hips bucked, making him chuckle as he pulled away.

At the sudden loss of contact, a frown formed on her face. Mischievous eyes met hers as his tongue licked a thick strip along her seam, causing her to jolt.

“Frustrated?”

Y/N eyed him with scrutiny.

Giving in would only make things rough. He knew what he was doing to her. A smirk spread on his face, watching her come undone.

“I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn. Just say my name, and I’ll let you come, darling.”

Making a point, he spread her lips, zeroing in on her clit. He flicked it gently, followed by a smack. With a muffled moan, Y/N’s hips bucked. Collecting her arousal on his tongue with kitten licks, he let out a hungry moan before covering her clit with his mouth, causing her to cry. He let go of her clit, letting his tongue travel down to her entrance. He hummed as he feasted, enjoying how close she was to unraveling. Gasping, she gripped his hair more, making a hiss slip past his pillowy lips as she anchored herself.

“Let go, Y/N. I know you want to, darling. It’s alright,” he coaxed silkily.

The tight coils in her belly released so suddenly that she almost scooted off the counter. He held down her thighs to keep her from falling as she cried out. The aftershocks were so intense she kept shivering as he stood from his spot. He picked her up in his arms, cradling her against his chest.

“Anything to say, Y/N?”

Finally catching her breath, she looked at him with a chuckle.

“Fuck you, Kim Seokjin.”

---

Y/N emerged wrapped in a towel, shower bonnet on her head as the steam billowed from the shower in the bathroom shower. The smells wafting throughout the apartment made her mouth water as she removed the bonnet shaking her faux locs from their confines. Slipping into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, she padded back into the living room, going toward the kitchen. A man stood around, turned by the stove, stirring something in a pot. Smiling, she walked behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Something smells delicious.”

Jin laughed as he paused his stirring. Turning, he bent down to kiss her before focusing on the pot. “It’s almost done. Wanna taste?”

“Do you have to ask me?”

He grabbed a spoon from the drawer and scooped some of the sauce onto the spoon. He blew it gently before bringing it to her lips. Y/N tasted the sauce, humming at how delicious it was.

“Not bad, Mr. Kim.”

He laughed, putting the lid on the pot. “Not bad, my ass. It’s the best kimchi tofu soup ever.”

She scoffed, removing her hands from his torso, and grabbed bowls from the cabinets. “And feed your already bloated ego? You think so little of me.”

Jin smirked as he swatted her ass playfully and kissed her cheek. “I think of you just fine. You ready to eat?”

She nodded as she helped set the table. Jin brought out the side dishes, scooping the rice into two small bowls. They sat down moments later, and Jin opened a bottle of wine, pouring each a glass. Sitting there in silence felt calming. No yelling or arguments...just peace.

She spoke too soon.

Jin took a sip of his wine before digging into his soup. “How are you feeling?”

Y/N’s brow arched in curiosity. “In what way?”

His smile reached the corner of his mouth. “You’re being coy, but I meant the settlement and Namjoon.”

Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “Do we have to talk about that?”

“But as your lawyer–”

“Correction...yes, you are my lawyer, Jin; however, we are off the clock. I don’t want to talk about that right now, please.”

“Fine. But I do have one more question.”

Y/N gave a lackluster smile but urged him to continue.

“When am I going to meet Haneul?”

She blinked once. Then twice. Where was this all coming from? As she remained silent, Jin began to feel agitated.

“It’s not a difficult question, Y/N. I mean, we’ve been seeing each other for almost a year. Don’t you think it’s time?”

"No. No, I don't," she answered.

He stared at her in disbelief, frown lines forming on his face. "No?"

"No."

"Why?"

All she wanted was a quiet dinner with him. Was that so hard to ask? The last thing she wanted was to think about custody hearings and the divorce. It was hard enough taking a leave of absence was hard enough, and work helped her be distracted.

Y/N rubbed her nose bridge again to alleviate the pain between her eyes.

Why was he ruining this?

Standing, she met his gaze as her lips drooped into a frown.

“I think I should leave.”

Jin swore under his breath, rising from his seat. “Why are you being so dramatic? It’s just a question.”

Rolling her eyes upward, she stormed off, grabbing her belongings and shoving them into a bag. “I don’t have time for this, Jin.”

He followed her into the bedroom, watching her dress. “Then make time.”

Her posture straightened as she let out a hiss, eyes narrowing. “What did you say?”

He walked up to her crossing his arms over his expansive chest. “We knew what we were doing, starting something. You’re so caught up in what everyone will think; you can’t see that someone cares about you.”

His voice lowered, reaching out to grab her hand. “Y/N, please stay. It’s late, and I don’t want to upset you.”

She shook her head as Jin’s thumbs circled the top of her hands. The gesture calmed her nerves as she thought about what he had said. She didn't want to admit it, but he was right in some aspects. Sighing, she looked up at Jin and nodded.

“I get what you’re saying, but can we slow things down for a while? I want to be able to do things right this time.”

Jin leaned in and kissed her forehead gently. “Yes. I’m willing to wait as long as it takes for you.”

---

Namjoon stared out at the skyline, drink in hand. The condensation coated his fingers. Brows furrowed as his insecurities began to eat away at him. Why was he feeling like this? He hadn’t been able to shake the suspicious feeling since seeing Y/N in the elevator. Something was up, and he did like the unknown. Lost in his thoughts, he barely felt the hands encircling his waist. Lips pressing against his earlobe caused him to shudder. A smirk ghosted her face.

“Come back to bed.”

“Can’t sleep,” he muttered.

She frowned, reaching out to take the glass from his hands. “You’re drinking again.”

“Helps me get to sleep.”

“No, it doesn’t. Just makes the bad things go away temporarily.”

Namjoon let out a heavy sigh as he fought to roll his eyes. “You gonna lecture all night and ruin my buzz?”

She scoffed with a frown. “Not unless you come back to bed.”

“Soon.”

She sucked in her teeth, glaring at the back of his head. “Namjoon, you’re making this easy for me to decide.”

“Decide what?”

“To leave you completely.”

He turned to look at her with a stare of disbelief. “Tiffany, you can’t be serious.”

She crossed her hands over her chest. “Very. It was fun while it lasted, but you’re a mess.”

“I wasn’t messed up when you came here today,” he taunted. “It wasn’t messed up when you and I started this. Admit it, you didn’t care you were fucking a married man, and you sure didn’t care that it was the husband of your colleague.”

“You’re a bastard,” she hissed.

Smirking, he gripped her by the hair, tugging her toward him. “I know. Now kiss me.”

Her lips smashed against his as he laid claim once again. The glass slipped from his hands, falling to the floor in an earth-shattering crash, making her pull away momentarily.

“Leave it,” he murmured against her lips.

Picking her up by the waist, her legs wrapped around him instinctively. Namjoon pushed her against the glass, pushing her panties to the side; she moaned as she felt him enter without warning, gripping him by the hair as their grunts and pants filled the air.

There was no tenderness in the sex, just two people seeking their selfishness. And it worked for them. Namjoon’s head fell back, lost in lust as his thrust quickened.

“Fuck, Baby, you feel so good around my cock.”

She could only moan back in response.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

Her eyes popped open as her hands dropped to his shoulders. “What the fuck did you say?”

The look on his face was of utter shock. “I–”

“Get the fuck off me,” she snapped.

Shoving him away after he placed her back on the ground, she avoided stepping on the glass as she gathered her things.

“Babe, let's talk about this.”

“There is nothing to discuss with you anymore. I’m done. You get your priorities together, Namjoon, or so help me.”

She placed her coat over her shoulders, slipped her heels on, and walked away without a word. All he could do was drop to the couch in disbelief.

What was he doing?

---

Y/N watched as Haneul ran around the playground with a smile spread across her face. It made her happy to see her daughter having so much fun. She sometimes regretted not giving her a sibling, especially since she came from a large family. But that time had passed in her mind. Would she want to go through it again? Would Jin even want to?

She shook the thoughts away as Haneul ran up to her, breathing hard.

“Eomma, did you see me in the jungle gym?”

“I did! You’ve gotten faster!”

“Appa helped last time,” she said with a smile.

Y/N strained a smile back as Haneul sat next to her. “Oh, he did.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I see.”

Haneul looked out at the scenery for a moment before speaking up again. “Is Appa going to come back to live with us?”

It was only a matter of time before Haneul questioned what was happening. She was far too observant of a child not to. Y/N dreaded the day it would come, but keeping her daughter in the dark wasn't fair.

“Next time Appa is with us, we’ll sit down and talk to you about it, okay?”

It seemed to satisfy her, and she got up again to play on the swings now that they were unoccupied.

“Mind if I sit here?”

She saw Namjoon standing beside her, holding three drinks in a carrier. She gestured for him to sit as she focused on Haneul.

“How are you doing, Y/N?”

“All things considered, I’m alright. Yourself?”

“More or less fine.”

“Good,” she answered.

He held out a cup to her with a small smile. “I got your favorite–a vanilla matcha latte, right?”

She took it from his hands with a tiny nod. “Yes. Thanks.”

After a minute of silence, Y/N spoke up. “We’ll have to explain things to Haneul at some point, and she’s asking many questions.”

He sipped his drink, taking in what she was asking. “When should we?”

“Sooner than later. I’m returning to work this week– maybe in a week or two. You can come over for dinner.”

He tried not to show too much emotion on his face. He hadn’t returned to their place in ages, and maybe this was the way back into their lives.

“Sounds good. I’ll call you to discuss details.”

Haneul noticed Namjoon as her eyes lit up. She jumped off the swings, much to Y/N’s protest, running up to her father and hugging him.

“Appa!”

“BunBun!”

She chatted animatedly with him as Y/N watched on. It almost felt like old times, and it was practically the calm before an even more significant storm— one they weren’t prepared for.

---

Y/N washed her hands as she turned to her patient with a warm smile. “I’ll send my nurse in to administer your shot. I’ll have your new prescription ready at the reception desk, and you can schedule a follow-up with me in six weeks.”

Walking out, she almost collided with one of the Nurse Practitioners.

“Oh, Dr. Kim!”

Y/N’s lips pressed thin as she stared at her unmoving. The woman felt uneasy under her gaze.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings, Tiffany,” she murmured with a slight edge.

Tiffany muttered an apology as she cast her eyes down at the ground. “Apologies, I haven't been in the right headspace today.”

Y/N shook her head, still lacking her normal empathy. “Maybe you should have taken the day off–”

Suddenly Tiffany hunched over, vomiting right in front of Y/N all over the floor. Nurses looked up from their computers and rushed over, fussing at Tiffany. A few bowed to Y/N as they ushered her away. Something felt off to Y/N. Her stomach twisted in knots. Giving the front desk her instructions, she rushed off in the direction they walked off with Tiffany. She found her in the physician's lounge in one of the beds. With a cold compress on her head, she brushed off the nurses standing around her. Once they noticed Y/N standing there, they hurried away, avoiding her gaze.

As Tiffany began to sit up, Y/N shook her head.

“No need to do that. Rest.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, staring hard at the lines in the hardwood.

“Dr. Kim–”

“How long?”

Tiffany’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

The sound that left Y/N's mouth was equal parts exhaustion and exasperation. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she met her gaze.

“You can stop playing innocent, Tiffany. Admit it. You’re pregnant.”

Silent tears fell as she covered her face away from Y/N. “How did you know?”

“Doesn’t matter. How far along are you?”

“I have an appointment tomorrow to find out.”

“Does he know?”

“No. I don’t know what to do.”

“You’ll figure it out,” she exited the room. “But you need to tell him. I mean it.”

As Y/N closed the door behind her, she felt the air deflating from her lungs. The lump in her throat grew as she nearly ran back to her office.

Once the door shut, she slid to the floor and sobbed quietly.

Things were always going to be different now.

---

If looks could kill.

Y/N and Jin sat across from Namjoon and Tiffany in the restaurant, and her ex looked as pissed as she felt. When Y/N suggested dinner, the last thing he expected was to see Jin sitting across from him.

So they were together. His temper rose by the minute, but he had to keep it in check. Otherwise, Y/N would have more arsenal to use against them in their case.

He sipped his whiskey, trying to seem interested in the small talk, but he couldn’t help but notice Y/N's body language with Jin. Nothing like his, and that didn’t sit well with him.

“I’m curious as to why you called this dinner, Y/N,” he said, interrupting the conversation.

Y/N set her fork down to glance at Namjoon. “Well, it only seemed fair to get everything out in the open. You and Tiffany are starting a family, and I have been seeing Seokjin for some time now.”

“Isn't this a bit extreme?”

“No. I don’t think so. Let’s look at the facts; Tiffany is...what, three months pregnant. If you look at the time frame–”

Jin put his hand over Y/N’s. “Honey, maybe this isn’t the place.”

She snatched her hand away. “No, I’m going to finish my thought,” her eyes flashed in anger and hurt at her soon-to-be ex-husband, “The timeframe shows that she got pregnant while we were still together before the separation. Legally, this breaks our clause, so you better sign the papers, Namjoon, or I will make your life hell. I mean it.”

Namjoon slammed his glass down, scowling at Y/N. “You think I wanted this to happen?!”

“Don’t play the victim here. You both are guilty and knew what the fuck you were doing. I’m tired of all this. Just let our marriage go, Namjoon. I’ve moved on, and you need to do the same.”

She was throwing it away like that. Tiffany tried to console him, but he moved away from her as he pouted. Jin cleared his throat, looking at him.

“I care about Y/N. Can you see what this is doing to her? It’s better this way.”

The last thing she wanted was to shed more tears for this man, but she stood so fast the chair fell back from her seat.

“I loved you unconditionally, Namjoon. Did any of it mean anything? I wanted this marriage to work and I poured my life into it. We wanted our family to grow, and you ruined it for selfish reasons. I’m done. Officially. Goodbye, Namjoon.”

She got up and ran out of the restaurant. Jin nodded to the remaining couple, grabbed his and Y/N’s things, and walked outside. From his position, he could see Jin wrapping Y/N in his arms. She leaned into his touch, letting him take care of her. He kissed the top of her head, making a smile appear on her face. He took her hand, kissed her knuckles, and led her away.

Tiffany turned to stare at Namjoon, questioning the last few minutes.

“What are you going to do about this?”

Namjoon called for the waiter to refill his glass. He watched the amber liquid pour into his drink and nodded once it was filled. Raising his glass to Tiffany, he brought the glass to his lips.

“Cheers.”

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Call Me Crazy...

Rating: T

Word Count:11.8k

Warning(s): anxiety/anxious thoughts, near panic attacks, injury, but also beware the fluff for it is potent

Summary: When Y/N gets her hands on the newest Samsung phone, she thinks at most she’ll get a little clout with her friends and fewer dropped calls. A direct portal to BTS? Not so much.

Tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | poly| FM!POC!reader

Ch.3: Don’t Hold Your Breath for a Break

A/N: Hiiii, sorry I’ve been away for so long. 🥺 Life has been pretty stressful. But, I’m back now, new chapter, whoo! I have had this on my mind for a while now, and finally got the chance to incorporate it into this chapter~ I really do hope you enjoy the arrival of the next BTS member to show up, whose dynamics with Y/N are already among my favorites. Also, always feel free to chat with me about this fic if you’d like, I don’t bite and thrive on the engagement! �� I wanna know if anyone wants to guess what is going on or has figured it out yet. This chapter is especially dedicated to the blog who had a super easy tutorial on how to keep your formatting from google docs to tumblr!! Saved me a lot of time. Hehe *PLEASE do not ask about the taglist in this story’s comments*

In the days that followed, Y/N completely fell down a rabbit hole. It felt prudent to look more into BTS, or more specifically, Park Jimin. From a strictly legal perspective and nothing more.

After all, she was sure his attorneys would be sending a court summons any day now just as soon as they managed to find out her identity and track her down. It was something she lived in fear of.

Binna was none-the-wiser that the reason she suddenly seemed so attentive about the band’s recent lives was because she wanted to know if they’d mentioned anything. Any clues that would tell Y/N when her days as a free person were coming to an end.

Honestly, she hadn’t found much. Nothing that would be helpful in allowing her to participate in her own legal defense. Speaking of that, could she even afford an attorney that would be able to stand up against Park Jimin’s? She was sure a global superstar would have the best in the country.

Y/N listlessly scrolled through yet more photos of Jimin—looking for hidden meanings in the recent videos the group had posted was starting to make her feel like she was overreacting at best and paranoid at worst.

There were pictures of him with a variety of hair colors and outfits, taken over time, and he was flawless in all of them. Even ones she came across where he wasn’t glammed out in full makeup made it obvious he was just one of the lucky ones, naturally born attractive.

“How many wardrobe malfunctions can one person have throughout their career?” Y/N found herself muttering, spying yet another photo where Jimin’s fancy jacket was sliding down his arm. “Is he allergic to keeping his shirt on his shoulders?”

Though, given how many fan compilations existed that compiled every single moment where Jimin’s shirt or jacket hadn’t quite managed to stay all the way on, it didn’t seem like there were many complaints. Army was swooning and swooning hard if anything.

But really, being sued within an inch of her life wasn’t even the worst part about it all. If someone saw the “notes” section of her phone, they’d have her committed first, and ask questions later. She’d have her committed, under normal circumstances.

Because what she had experienced not once, but twice? It went against everything she stood for. Logical, grounded, a firm believer in science and fact. Facts didn’t support phenomena like getting sucked through a mirror and ending up in an idol’s dance studio.

Facts didn’t support seeing the face of another idol—because she now knew the reason the man in the mirror looked vaguely familiar was because he was another BTS member, Seokjin—instead of her own reflection when she went to brush her teeth. It just…didn’t make sense.

Science couldn’t support it. It was nuts. Yet it happened to her. And that was the only reason she believed it. Too bad no one else would. Or worse, if and when Jimin announced he’d be pressing charges for assault, and she had confessed beforehand to someone…it would probably be taken as evidence the attack was premeditated.

Sure, they’d have to prove how she got in. But…but still! She couldn’t risk it. Wouldn’t. Which meant her phone was her only safe secret-keeper. They were co-conspirators in it all.

Speaking of the damned cursed thing… trying to outright return it hadn’t worked, even though she had the receipt and everything! She still remembered the bizarre events that day.

Y/N was almost out of breath by the time she entered the phone store, embarrassingly worked up in front of the few strangers milling around inside. She got a few curious, side-long glances, and then they went back to perusing the inventory.

“Welcome!” Called an employee already speaking to other customers. “Someone will assist you shortly.”

Y/N gave a short, affirmative nod, trying not to come off anxious as she glanced around. Everything looked…the same as the night she had bought the phone. Shiny new models on display, the monitor above their heads playing a loop of advertisements for different Samsung products, and everything neatly put away and organized. Absently, she began to think over the store’s layout, and the fact that it could have a strong subconscious effect on the consumer. Organization of inventory could actually play a role in whether or not someone wanted to buy something.

But, putting that aside, the store didn’t look like the kind of place that would sell someone a phone that would ruin their life. Looks could be deceiving, though. Who knew what was actually afoot?

“Oh, can I help you, miss?” A middle-aged woman wearing the store’s polo top came over with a tag that said her name was Hayoung asked in an attentive tone.

Y/N was quick to nod. “I’m here to make a return, actually. I bought a phone from your store not long ago.”

“Was the item not to your liking?” Hayoung asked, guiding her over to an available station.

The university student glanced down at the phone in question, which she’d placed back in the original purchase box. “You could…say that.” She mumbled. “I’ve thought about it, and I really don’t need anything even half this fancy.” Telling the woman she thought the phone might have it in for her was out of the question. “So I’d like to exchange it for something simpler.”

Hayoung dutifully accepted the box, scanning the barcode and then lifting up the lid. Y/N had anticipated a smooth return in which she’d flash her receipt, maybe some ID, and have the exchange completed in no time. But when Hayoung’s brow furrowed, she knew she wouldn’t like whatever the saleswoman was going to say.

“Is…is something wrong?”

“Well,” she paused, “Are you sure you purchased your phone here? From this store? I know we’ve had models similar to this in stock before, but this one’s just not ringing up.”

“Really?” Y/N shook her head, rummaging around in her purse. “I don’t see how that could be. I have the receipt if that helps…”

She then proceeded to go through her small purse, searching the exact spot she knew she had folded and placed the receipt. “Um, hold on a minute please,” Hayoung waited expectantly as Y/N kept looking, growing increasingly more frustrated as she turned the contents of her purse inside out hunting for the receipt.

No, no way was she ever that careless. She had made sure she put it into her purse before leaving the apartment, and she didn’t exactly care that much in it to begin with! It was all zipped up tight, so how could it have fallen out?!

It took several more long, awkward moments of searching futilely in vein for her to realize it was true. The receipt was no where to be found. Trying to fight down the flush of defeat crossing her cheeks, Y/N cleared her throat, speaking diplomatically, “I’m sorry, I don’t seem to have my receipt on hand after all. I guess I’ll just…try to search it out and return when I do.”

“Oh, there’s no need. Our system can search for and find the purchase if you happen to have the card on hand.”

Y/N wanted to slump over in defeat, “Actually my friend bought it…”

“Oh,” Hayoung tilted her head, “Do you happen to know the account number used?”

Y/N mentally wondered if Binna was free. She shouldn’t be in class right now, right? So it would be okay to quickly give her a call and get this sorted out. She had to leave the store without this phone. That was a must!

“H-Hold on please!” It was a little embarrassing, snatching the phone she had been trying to return from its box and powering it on. In anticipation of making the return, Y/N had thought to wipe it and remove the SIM card chip, but then recalled hearing it was best to do that at the store when the transaction was complete, in case there was something forgotten on the phone that still needed to be retrieved.

Hastily scrolling down the admittedly short contacts’ list, Y/N located Binna’s number and pressed the button to dial. The phone rang three times, and she anxiously tapped her foot as she waited to see if her friend would pick up. ‘Please, Bin. Come on. Please.’

Of course, as it always was when she needed something to work out, it didn’t quite go smoothly. Binna hadn’t picked up, and she had ended up ending the call right before it switched to voice mail. Typing out a text message asking for the information she needed, Y/N had glared spitefully down at the phone.

“Do you recall the name of the clerk who sold you the phone?” Hayoung asked gently.

Y/N thought it over, the sales associate’s face floating to mind. “Yes, his name was Suk-kyu.”

“Hmm, that name doesn’t sound familiar.” Hayoung shook her head. “I’ve been employed here three years and never heard anyone go by that name,”

It was unlike her, but Y/N felt she was entitled to a bit of out of character behavior when her jaw actually dropped. “You’re kidding…”

But, Hayoung assured her, she was not. She didn’t think they had ever carried the exclusive Army Edition of the phone. She didn’t know who Suk-kyu was, and Y/N couldn’t find her receipt, the only bit of evidence that might have been able to successfully lift the burden of the phone from her person. She had left the store, apologizing for wasting the patient woman’s time, and feeling like she was at least partially going crazy.

Needless to say, Y/N had been��anxious about the phone since then. A bit scared, even. A fear she had no choice but to shoulder in silence for the time being. There wasn’t much she could do but continue searching high and low for the receipt and hope it turned up soon.

In the meantime, she didn’t let on that anything was wrong, using the phone like before, though limiting that to when it was really necessary. No more playing around with it or downloading apps. Nope, she didn’t want to risk getting too attached to the thing.

The only thing she did besides make calls was research. Things she never would have thought about looking up before. Like, unexplained phenomena with electronics, most of which led to completely wild conspiracy theories or dead ends.

Y/N had been so engrossed in breaking her brain over what to do, she jumped when the apartment door swung open, turning around on the coach to see Binna march in, a few grocery bags in her hands. Keys in her mouth, she gently kicked the door closed, humming to herself until she happened to look up and spot Y/N.

“Oh!” Binna hustled into the small kitchen to set her bags down, then her keys. “Y/N, didn’t expect to see you here right now. You’ve got class today, right?”

“It was canceled…” she sighed, sliding down the couch cushions and placing her phone on the coffee table. “The professor’s out sick with the flu.”

Binna winced in sympathy. “Yikes, poor guy…”

“Yeah,” Y/N took great care not to get sick, so she hadn’t so much as had a cold in years, but she still remembered times when she was a child in bed with chills, body aches and a fever. Once she had even had pneumonia, her mother forced to call out from work and nurse her back to health. “He just wanted us to go over the assignment we’ve been working on since the start of the semester. You know, take this as independent study time basically. But…”

“Buuut, knowing you,” Binna smiled, “You’ve already taken the initiative and gotten a head start a long time ago, so you’re ahead of everyone else.”

“Done, actually,” Y/N confirmed, not afraid to admit to her efficiency.

Her roommate made a noise of encouragement as she began to put the groceries away. It didn’t look like much. A loaf of bread, some bottles of sauce they’d been running low on, some eggs and a carton of milk.

“That’s great, since it actually kind of works out. Chin-Mae and Min Su invited me to check out this new steak house that just opened up. I heard reservations are booked out for weeks already, but thanks to Min Su’s connections, we can go this evening. What do you say?” Binna wiggled her eyebrows, trying to entice Y/N.

“Alright, I’m in,” she agreed.

“Because I’m sure they won’t mind adding just one more to our party, especially if that person is you…” Binna continued to ramble.

“Bin, did you hear me?” Y/N clucked, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I said I’m in.”

Eyes round as the eggs she had put away, Binna blinked, nodded, and finally broke out into an ear to ear grin. “Oh, wow, that’s new. I m-mean not that it isn’t great you wanna join us, but…”

“What?” Y/N felt a little defensiveness creeping up on her, and she probably didn’t do the best job completely hiding it from her tone. “You made the invite, and you said Min Su and Chin-Mae would be fine with it. Did you not…really want me to come along?”

They thought she would kill the mood, the nasty little whisper entered her head unbidden. They thought she was so stuffy and boring.

“What, Y/N, no!” Binna immediately denied, “I’m really glad you can make it,” she shot over to the couch, wrapping her arms around her friend’s neck from behind as she bent over for the hug. “It’s true you normally put up a little more resistance when we ask you to come somewhere. You stay so busy, so I was a little surprised is all. But I’m glad you’re agreeing.”

Y/N’s tense shoulders relaxed, and she mentally sighed to herself, feeling silly. Of course, of course her friends wanted her there. And this was Binna, who struggled to have a bad thought about anybody. Secretly resentful definitely wasn’t her style.

But with the stress she had been under, and the dread she’d done her best not to give into, Y/N could admit her nerves had been on edge. “Yeah, sorry about that…” she laughed weakly, reaching up and patting one of the arms looped around her neck. “I don’t know where that came from, but I’m happy to eat a little steak if Min Su’s recommending it.” The man had the best luck finding good places to eat, or stores that sold exactly what you were looking for but probably overlooked.

“Good girl,” Binna uncoiled her arms and leaned back against the couch itself. “That’s the spirit. And hey, I heard from some of the girls in the campus’ BTS fan club that one of the guys on campus might be related to one of the waiters who might have catered the food on the set of a music video for Taehyung!”

She said it in a breathy squeal, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile indulgently. She was almost sure she knew which one Taehyung was, but she still wouldn’t put money on it. It might just as soon be someone else. Maybe Namjoon?

She’d gotten more familiar with their names but as most of her time perusing videos and photos had been spent investigating Jimin, she wasn’t entirely sure on the others’ faces. Well, besides Jin and J-Hope.

“Nice,” she said, letting Binna get all her gushing out as she texted Chin-Mae just to make sure it really was okay if she tagged along. Stupid to be anxious about feeling unsure if everyone really wanted her to come, but better to be safe than sorry.

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She was impressed the minute they walked through the door. Min Su stopped trying to sneak an arm around Chin-Mae’s waist and immediately went over to talk to the maître d. The two men spoke cordially, the head waiter confirmed their reservation, and then they were led to their table with a flourish.

Binna was practically bouncing on her heels, squealing under her breath. “Can you believe this place?” she whispered excitedly, “I feel like a movie star, coming here.”

The restaurant was definitely lavish, so she understood where her friend was coming from. The tables were polished stained oak, and lit by a candle to provide ambiance, and the floors were a gorgeous brown tile that Y/N suspected to be marble.

The restaurant was done in a mixture of black, gold with high beam wood ceilings and low atmospheric lighting. They walked past a bar, long and oval, with shimmering glasses the team of bartender would pull down as they did impressive tricks to wow the gathered guests.

“It’s one of the hottest spots in Gangnam right now,” Chin-Mae commented as they sat down. The table comfortably fit the four of them, and everyone got settled as a young woman hurried over, handing them menus and introducing herself.

“This is so cool,” Binna exclaimed, still wiggling in place. She shook Y/N’s arm. She was all done up with some icy blue eye shadow that matched her aqua dress, and a more subtle plum shade of lipstick.

Her hair was secured in a complicated twist by a pin she recognized from the last time they had gone shopping together. Y/N adjusted the shawl draped over her shoulders, pulling down her own strapless dress. Binna had helped her pick accessories, which were mostly shades of amber or gold, and apply some light makeup.

Y/N chuckled, nodding as she scanned the menu, trying her best to ignore the listed prices. She had come fully prepared to pay her own way, but Min Su insisted the meal was going to be on him. It must have been nice.

The perks of being from an affluent family, she supposed. The guy was already well on his way to being a successful lawyer, following the family tradition. He had moved all the way from his hometown in China to come and work on his master’s degree at one of the top universities in Korea, just for a change of pace. “Thanks again for letting us crash your date night, guys.” Binna beamed.

“Please,” Chin-Mae scoffed lightly, not looking up from his menu. “What was I supposed to do all evening? Talk to him?”

Min Su pouted, but it didn’t diminish the fond glow in his eyes as he leaned over his boyfriend’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear that gave Chin-Mae pause.

Their friend cut a sharp look at his partner, smacking his thigh and then proceeding to ignore the man who was happily leaning into him and commenting on the menu. Yeah, nothing new there. Min Su was totally gone on Chin-Mae, as always.

There was nothing about Chin-Mae’s bluntness or dismissive attitude in public that ever put him off. If anything, the mean behavior only served to make Min Su try harder. Though, she and Binna both knew Chin-Mae wouldn’t be with someone this long if he wasn’t just as serious about them.

He was just a straight shooter, raised in a family that wasn’t completely accepting of who he was, and unfortunately awkward and out of his depth about how to handle someone as affectionate and doting as the man he happened to fall in love with.

They were well suited in that regard. Min Su was patient and persistent enough to shower Chin-Mae in all the attention he needed to overcome the lingering doubts about being worthy of such deep love and devotion.

Y/N was perfectly fine, pursuing the path she was. Career goals first, everything else second. But sometimes, watching them, a little envy did ignite.

It must have been nice to find something like that, and she was truly happy for them. It didn’t seem likely she’d have time in the near future to go out and chase it for herself, of course. And she wasn’t really worried about it.

“So, what’ll it be for you guys?” Y/N cleared her throat, interrupting the warm and cozy silence they’d all been existing in.

“Ohh, I think I’m gonna have the smoked chicken and spinach salad, and a side of the fried mushrooms,” Binna announced, tongue poking out in concentration as her finger followed where the items she wanted were on the menu.

“You’re going so easy on him.” Chin-Mae remarked. “I’m getting the iron skillet trout,” he squinted, leaning further into the menu. Min Su only smiled, plucking the reading glasses from Chin Mae’s breast pocket that he had forgotten to put on and placing them on his face for him.

The absent-minded pat he got on the hand for it made the law student’s whole face light up. “And the chicken fried steak. That okay, babe?” He might not have looked it, exactly, but Chin-Mae had a healthy appetite. And if they were coming to such an exclusive restaurant for the first time, it wasn’t surprising he wouldn’t be keen to hold back.

Min Su was nodding encouragingly before Chin-Mae had even fully gotten the question out of his mouth. “And what about you, Y/N?”

She clammed up slightly, having been looking at the menu, mentally ruling out what seemed too expensive, or wasn’t quite her taste. “Uh, the pot roast sounds like a filling entree.”

“And?” Chin-Mae prodded, interlocking his hands together and leaning on them.

“And nothing,” Y/N shook her head. “It comes with two sides, that’s more than enough.”

“Boo,” Her friend hissed dramatically. “Fine. If neither one of you is going to take advantage of this, then I guess it’s up to me.”

Their waitress returned with a tray of drinks at precisely that moment, and as she set them down in front of the correct person, everyone began telling her their orders, which she jotted down without missing a beat.

Only Min Su had actually ordered any steak, but, given the price of a 24 oz there was just no way she felt comfortable doing that to the poor guy, even if he was a good sport about it and more than capable of handling a large bill.

As they sat, sipping their champagne and waiting on the food, something Y/N had been putting off thinking about started floating through her mind. Ever since the whole Jimin fiasco, despite her deep diving and frantic searching, nothing had turned up that indicated anyone was coming after her.

But she just wasn’t willing to believe she’d gotten away that easily. She almost killed a celebrity. And, due to that, she’d really wanted to seek legal advice from Min Su, under the guise of some far-fetched hypothetical, of course. Her friends weren’t onto her, and she couldn’t give them a reason to be.

She just had to find a way to casually broach the topic…

“Oh,” Binna gasped from her side, drawing the whole table’s attention to herself. She was carefully scrolling her phone with a freshly manicured nail, scowling slightly. It was so rare that Binna displayed any actual disdain, it had Y/N a bit curious.

“What’s wrong, Bin?”

“It’s nothing,” she replied immediately, then paused. “Well it’s not nothing but, it’s just…I really wished we lived in a world that respected idols as people, you know? Some people call themselves fans and act like famous people aren’t allowed to have any boundaries.” She then went on to describe how there’d been another sasaeng incident reported on a news site she followed to keep up with celebrity gossip.

Apparently, it was a pretty serious one, and crazed ‘fans’ had attacked an actress a well-known idol was reported to be dating. Her bodyguard had fended them off, but the actress still went to the hospital with some injuries.

Y/N perked up slightly, but Min Su and Chin-Mae were thankfully too engrossed in listening to Binna rant to notice. It would be much easier to bring up her question using the information Binna had just provided them as a pretext.

It was about time she had a stroke of good luck. Stopping to think it over, Y/N cringed. Not that she wasn’t sympathetic to the poor woman who had been harmed because of someone’s delusions. But it just…presented an opportunity she had to take, and….

‘Oh, why am I trying to rationalize it to myself?! I should just ask the question before the subject changes.’

That decided, she opened her mouth and spoke, doing her best to make it seem as casual as possible. “So Min Su, you’re practically a lawyer. What kind of charges could that person face? Attacking a celebrity and inflicting bodily harm isn’t the same as harassing them for a photo.”

Y/N silently patted herself on the back, sitting from her glass with an expression carefully schooled to look only mildly interested. Inside was another matter. She was rocking back in forth, heart hammering and eyes wide, waiting for an answer with baited breath.

“Hmm, well, I’ve mostly studied corporate law.” He admitted, playing with a ring on his index finger, “But I do know that given the severity, it’s likely both the actress and the company she’s represented under will press charges. Things are also moving faster these days, prosecuting people who do things like that.”

Y/N swallowed, eyes fixated on Min Su’s thoughtful expression. “There were also witnesses, so it’s very likely to result in a conviction.” Yes, there had been a witness in her case too. Well, J-Hope had only seen her fleetingly. Maybe. Hopefully not. But if she was on any camera then…it was most definitely over for her.

“The court could go light on them if it was a first offense…they might be sentenced to a large fine and community service…” Okay, Y/N thought. It would probably drain her savings, but it was still possible to bounce back and have a future, right? She could still put it in the past and become a CEO one day, right?! “Then again, it was a premeditated attack. Jail time is also a strong possibility.”

Her heart sank back down to her feet. Jail. What successful CEO in Korea had been to jail before graduating, and for assaulting an idol no less.

‘I. Am. Done.’

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Binna giggled, “You look like you smelled a rotten egg. But I guess hearing about how far some crazy people will go is pretty disgusting, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ll have much sympathy for them, whatever happens.”

“…Yeah…” Y/N said once her words came unstuck. That was another thing. Her sweet friend was going to think she was a criminal. She had known Binna since high school, having shared a homeroom class with her. They were vague acquaintances then, friendly enough to speak from time to time but by no means close enough to hang out between classes or after school.

In fact, admittedly, Y/N used to wonder if Binna’s perky personality was just an act. It had to be, in her cynical rationalizing, because who was really that upbeat, in high school?

Later on, she would realize she was just projecting, and once she stopped doing that was when she truly came to appreciate Binna for all that she was, steadfast and supportive. Although they didn’t become close, didn’t become friends, until meeting at orientation when arriving at Korea University.

“They knew the consequences before they did it.” Chin-Mae joined in, swishing the last of his champagne around before drinking it down. “It’s stupid to think your life won’t be impacted when you run wild like that.”

Except, Y/N wanted to wail. She hadn’t known. She wasn’t a sasaeng, and she knew she had assaulted someone but at the same time she hadn’t really done anything wrong. Except maybe buy a cursed magical phone, that somehow was behind all this.

…Yeah, she’d just keep that thought to herself.

“Well,” Y/N smiled, “Thanks for giving your input.” She told Min Su, who nodded, humming with a cheerful ‘no problem’.

A cartoony chime went off, and Binna groaned as she stared down at her phone, “Nooo,” she sighed, sounding truly remorseful. “Right now?”

“What’s happening?” Chin-Mae raised a brow.

“Jimin is going live!” She whined, “And normally I’d watch but I’m having such a great time with all of you, and I don’t want to be rude…”

“It’s fine, go ahead.” Y/N said, forcing a smile. “We know how addicted to that stuff you are.” Really, she wanted the floor to swallow her into the abyss. She knew the minute she heard that sound what was going on. If her phone had been turned on, they would have heard the same noise coming from her purse too.

She had made an account on several apps BTS often broadcasted their lives to, and set an alert for just that occasion. There were a couple of false alarms she hadn’t tuned into once she saw they weren’t from the person she was basically stalking at this point. But this was it. The big moment.

He hadn’t done a solo live since the accident…but Binna said his members had mentioned that he had a small accident while practicing and was recovering well.

All of Army was behind him, sending him tons of well wishes from all over the world. It was sweet, but she wondered how fast they would turn if they knew she was behind their beloved idol’s injuries.

“Yeah, what Y/N said,” Chin-Mae rolled his eyes. “Check on your man,” he joked.

Binna giggled, flashing them a cute heart. “He’s not my man,” she replied playfully, “I’d have to get in line for that. Plus, I’m really more of an OT7, you know? It’s really hard to stick with one bias.”

Nonetheless, when she began to watch, since Y/N couldn’t exactly whip out her phone and do the same without raising suspicion, she subtly leaned closer to at least listen.

Of course, Binna was always more astute than she let on. “Oh, did you wanna see too?” She angled the screen so they could both see before Y/N even had the chance to protest.

And the live was just starting, the exact same idol she had seen what felt like a lifetime ago was sitting in a room by himself. It looked like he was on a couch, legs crossed, looking small in his soft oversized sweater and giving the camera a cute wave. “Hi, everyone,” his sweet voice said. “Thank you for waiting on me!”

Gushing comments poured in, cheering him and welcoming him back, asking him what he’d been up to, and telling him he looked good. Jimin tilted his head, a coy, secretive smile appearing on his shiny lips. Y/N couldn’t tell if he was wearing gloss or if they always looked like that.

She had been a bit too preoccupied the one and only time she had the opportunity to see them in person. He had dyed his hair a different color, though. It was now a shade of strawberry blonde that complimented his angelic features well.

“Well, I haven’t been up to much. Just resting, really.” he explained. “Even on days when I felt better and tried to join practices, the members just shooed me away.” He laughed. “Oh, but look at this!” He reached down, his head dipping out of screen for a minute, popping up seconds later holding a little pot. “Taehyung got me this ‘get well’ plant!” He showed them a cute little sapling.

Binna cooed, Y/N glancing at her then refocusing on his words. Who knew when a hidden meaning would pop up.

“I don’t know how well I’ll be able to take care of it; I’m not sure if I have a green thumb. But I’ll try my best!”

Comments came pouring in again, people saying he was going to enter his plant dad era, because collecting succulents could be addicting.

Other people gushed at the sweetness of the VMin friendship, whatever that was, and yet more people reminded Jimin that he looked really good. Yet one comment in particular seemed to catch his eye, and he squinted, seemingly intrigued.

“Hmm? You wish you were a plant so I could take care of you?” He repeated. “You don’t have to be a plant for me to want to take care of you.” The statement was very matter-of-fact, “You’re Army. I’ll always watch over Army.”

Binna sounded like she released a tiny sniffle. “Is he not just the sweetest?” She asked, nudging Y/N a bit. “Since you’re new to BTS, have you chosen a bias yet?”

Y/N wished she could tell her the real reason behind her sudden interest, but that was kind of out of the question. “No, not yet…”

“Y/N’s a BTS fan now?” Chin-Mae asked, “Since when?”

“Pretty recent.” Binna replied.

Y/N was only half listening to her friends, mostly focusing on Jimin’s chatter. Someone was still insisting they wanted to be his plant, and he looked nothing short of amused.

“Okay, if you insist. Should I start a garden then?” He asked his fans. Y/N watched, stunned, as his bright eyes narrowed into a practiced and very effective smolder. She had seen it in pictures before, but in real time it was really something else, “It’ll be full of so many pretty flowers, and you’ll all bloom just for me, right?” The heady purr of his words sent a shocked shiver right down her spine.

Binna swooned, while Y/N felt her breath hitch. ‘What… the…hell…was that?!’ A flirty throwaway line like that had never had that effect on her before.

But then, thinking back, he had flirted with her in the dance studio too. She’d just been too worried to pay attention. Clearly, the man was an old hand at the art of duality, going from wholesome to heathen in five seconds flat. That was…dangerous.

Binna seemed to already know how she felt, leaning into her with a sigh. “That, Y/N, is what happens when Jimin turns from angel to demon.” Her friend explained. “I’d say you’ll get used to it, but odds are you probably won’t.”

Jimin then went back to amicably speaking to everyone, as if he hadn’t just teased fans within an inch of their lives. The conversation moved on, and he was speaking about upcoming projects he was excited about or a funny habit that he had noticed in his band member. All normal, non-threatening stuff. Y/N was almost thinking she could relax. Almost.

“What? You want to tell me a secret?” Jimin was reading another comment. “Okay, I’m listening…”

Y/N quirked a brow at the comment. “Sometimes I dream about you.” it read.

The idol grinned, replying casually. “Sometimes I miss Army so much I end up thinking about all of you in the middle of the day.” Y/N’s blood ran cold as he looked intensely at the screen. “It’s almost like you’re there…”

That was it. The sign she was waiting for! He was talking to her.

“I…” Y/N stumbled to her feet, startling Binna. “Need the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

“Oh, okay.” Her friend said slowly, setting down her phone. “Is anything wrong? You don’t…look so good suddenly.”

‘You wouldn’t either in my shoes,’ she thought miserably. ‘Park Jimin is going to sue me within an inch of my life.’

“It’s alright,” she held a hand to her stomach, selling the illusion of sudden nausea. “Just…lady problems.” She said lamely.

Poor Binna didn’t even question it; she nodded, eyes full of sympathy. “Well text if you need anything.” She squeezed Y/N’s hand. “I’ve got a few extra tampons in my purse.” she whispered discreetly. Really, Binna was too good of a friend for her.

Y/N rounded the corner in a hurry, blindly guessing where the bathrooms might be located. She passed their waitress, rolling out a cart that she was pretty sure contained their meals. Everything looked delicious, and of course she couldn’t even enjoy the great evening Min Su had generously provided. All because she was screwed.

She hustled into a bathroom as fancy as the rest of the steak house, and so spacious there would probably be an echo. She hustled over to the sink, activating the handless system by shoving her trembling fingers under it. As she splashed her face with warm water, the dread twisting up her stomach gave way to deja vu.

‘This is just like…the event at the internship.’ The wild day that would be the beginning of the end of her life. Removing her hands from the water, she gently pressed the pad of her thumb up to her eye, tapping it a few times.

Her makeup was well done, but it still felt like she could see bags. ‘At least it can’t get worse.’ She assumed. After all, what was worse than this? The dumb phone was put away in her clutch, turned off, and back at the table.

The very least she could do was fake a smile so she didn’t ruin everyone’s meal, and enjoy what might be her last chance to experience this. They probably didn’t serve many steakhouse dinners where she was going.

That thought firmly in mind, Y/N squared her shoulders and prepared to march back out, tightly gripping her clutch at her side. Wait, her clutch?!

Binna must have handed it over to her, assuming she might need it. She had said to text if she needed anything, and Y/N couldn’t exactly do that without a phone. Well, at least it was off. Y/N wasn’t totally sure what kind of phenomenon had disrupted her life, but it all started with that phone.

No sooner had she backed away from the mirror than a wave of dizziness overtook her, sending her keeling forward. Instinctively, she clutched the sink to maintain her balance, almost screaming out when she looked up as the dizzy feeling passed.

The mirror in front of her was the same as always, a reflection of her wide, mortified eyes. But the long glossy mirror that made up the entire wall of the bathroom at the entrance of the restroom?

A reflection of another room, just like before. “No…” she whispered, not ready to admit that it was happening again. What was worse? All of it being real, or her losing her mind? “Not again…!”

She clenched her eyes shut, then attempted to get her feet moving. She would keep her head down and hurry right on past, to the exit. That was the plan at least. And she was making good progress to move without falling over in her modest heels, but the minute she actually got closer to the mirrors, a strange feeling overwhelmed her.

Almost like a compulsion to stop. Y/N felt like she was watching a scene in a movie, watching a victim wander down the hall of a haunted house, towards the homicidal attacker lying in wait.

Her feet were making her move on her own! Her fingertips reached out, and yet she had no control. She had to touch the mirror, see if that room on the other side was real. But deep down, she knew the answer before her fingers made contact.

It was a strange emotion somewhere between surprise resignation when she wobbled onto a floor that was not marble and found her eyes darting around a room that was not the steak house.

Pressing against the mirror desperately, she confirmed what a large part of her had assumed. There was no give to the mirror, apparently no way back from the time being. Was she even still in Gangnam?

Her senses were feeding her all kinds of information, and frankly, it was starting to overwhelm her. The raw scents of sweat, male musk, and ammonia could only mean one thing, and it was further proven when she peered around the blind corner of a painted brick wall, only to see two people exercising.

Well, one was doing stretches, and with the way he hopped up, he had just finished. An older man in a tank top and sweats had pads strapped to his hands, and Y/N watched closely, not even daring to breathe, as the younger man sat down and laced boxing gloves onto his taped hands.

He stood up, and who she assumed was his trainer got into a defensive stance while the younger man hopped around nimbly. Y/N watched, wide-eyed as they began to train, the guy in the black hoodie practicing blocking, jabbing and dodging.

It was clear he had put a lot of dedication into this. Y/N was never much of a sports person, but she knew the result of hard-work when she saw it. His moves were fluid, and instead of slowing down, they got quicker the more he went at it.

Somehow, it never felt like a good time to draw their attention to herself, go wobbling over in her dinner attire, and ask for directions back to the High Tower SteakHouse. She had a few other options, of course, like calling Binna. Or maybe Chin-Mae…but how did she explain it?

She had gone to the restroom for a few minutes and wound up in a completely different location without leaving the restaurant?! Then again, it meant they would really have no choice but to believe her.

It was impossible for her to have gone anywhere far when they all saw her leave for the bathroom. Maybe she could sneak out while they were distracted and then call when she was outside the gym, not standing around all conspicuous.

Y/N was weighing the merits of her plan when she heard an excited yell, whipping her head around and watching the trainer give his client a few congratulatory pats on the back, apparently satisfied with the work he’d put in for the day.

They began speaking lowly to themselves, and Y/N paled when she noticed the only door out of the room she could spot was behind them…. The corner she was standing behind seemed to be where the water fountains and locker rooms were located.

Hiding out in there was another option, but it didn’t exactly appeal when she would have to keep checking to see when the gym was empty. Right now it was just the two of them, but what if more people came in?

They’d have questions about someone being dressed like she was, right? Then again she could also be found out just staying put where she was. Ugh…it was beyond frustrating.

Her luck was completely shot, huh?

A little hope returned when the trainer waved at the young man and then began heading for the exit. She assumed they were done for the day, and the second guy would be done soon too. But not so, because then she’d actually be lucky.

As soon as his trainer had cleared the room, he gave a loud sigh, beginning to shimmy out of his hoodie. Y/N didn’t think she was close enough to make the door in the small moment he had his vision obstructed, but she was close enough to get an eyeful.

If his training earlier hadn’t tipped her off that he was dedicated, his physique would have. He was all hard lines, though the minuscule glimpse of a thin waist when his shirt rode up with his hoodie was impressive too.

She could see a full sleeve of tattoos decorating one arm, and coupled with his longish two-toned hair, a deep brown that gave way to a raging red, he was kind of…hard to look at. Distracting in a way she didn’t anticipate. She didn’t get distracted, not usually.

He, on the other hand, got straight to business. Oblivious of her presence, he walked right over to the large, hanging punching bag and began to hit it. But he wasn’t just hitting it. Again, Y/N was no boxing aficionado, but she knew he knew what he was doing.

His strikes were always controlled, his breathing never ragged the way she could guess hers would be. He pivoted on his back foot, and she knew that the small movement put more power into his strikes.

He was hitting the bag like it owed him money, grunting occasionally, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing in his t-shirt. At some point, Y/N figured he would stop. He would either head out the door, or into the locker room, and that was when she would flee.

Hopefully, wherever the cruel cosmic entity that thought her life was a joke had dumped her, it wasn’t very far from the restaurant. Then again, shouldn’t she have gotten a worried text by now?

She’d been gone for a while. Or, maybe Binna had actually come to check on her and seen that she had disappeared entirely. Y/N could imagine the freak out as Binna flailed her way back to the table and informed Min Su and Chin-Mae that somehow, someway, she’d been kidnapped.

What was her life lately, she thought miserably. With nothing to really do but scroll her phone or continue to watch the mystery man go at it, she turned to checking what news was trending for the day. Normally, she at least kept up with news involving the business world, if nothing else.

The celebrity gossip blogs she left to Binna, BTS investment notwithstanding. Stocks were up at several companies she had an interest in working at after graduation—assuming she made it with her life in chaos lately—so that was good.

A CEO had resigned from his post at a company she had almost interned at but decided not to at the last minute off a strange feeling. Some scandal involving embezzlement. So she dodged a bullet there.

And, lastly, BTS’ Jungkook had endorsed some new sports brand, and now merchandise was selling out faster than it could be restocked. The article included a picture of Jungkook, posing in shorts and a t-shirt next to a mountain of different athletic gear for various sports.

Wait. Y/N could have swallowed her tongue. Wait. That man, the man in the picture and the one boxing…were the same person?!

Feeling like she may just be sick, Y/N did a quick check, and really took in the boxer. That was undoubtedly the idol pictured in the article.

Not only was she going to jail for assaulting one BTS member (albeit on accident) a fact that she had managed to forget up until that moment, she got pulled back into the same thing that got her in trouble before, and ended up crossing paths with another one?!

Once it came out what happened between her and Park Jimin, there was no possible way people would believe she wasn’t a sasaeng. The circumstantial evidence just kept getting more and more damning.

Jungkook. Jungkook. What did she know about Jungkook? Admittedly not much, considering all her focus had really been on Jimin for obvious reasons. She knew…that Binna said he was the youngest in the boy group. He was multitalented, and here her friend swore she wasn’t exaggerating or anything.

According to her, he was like some kind of Barbie of idols, he could do it all. Those weren’t her exact words, but it was the gist. Jungkook also had a habit of being a little shy around members of the opposite sex, or so it was claimed.

Y/N personally had always thought all idols had to be manufacturing some parts of their personalities for public consumption. Who knew which parts? None of the scraps of information she had been fed told her anything about whether he was liable to press charges for stalking him or not.

Then again, he was an idol, and knowing that, Y/N had to assume he had gone out of his way to book private gym time, hence why the spacious work out room was empty save for him. Which meant him catching her was going to lead to a world of trouble.

How good were her odds if she just booked it for the exit the minute he went back to the locker room? Or if he left, she’d wait a little bit to be sure he had cleared the building, then she’d leave too. Waiting…yep…that’s all she could do. If she wasn’t in a dress, and didn’t find the idea so dirty, she would slump over on the floor.

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Jungkook caught the punching bag as it swung back from his last strike, finally feeling satisfied with his boxing for the time being. His limbs had that good burn that he liked, and his heart rate was up, despite his controlled breathing. But he wasn’t ready to leave just yet, so he decided to switch from boxing to something new. After a break.

Unlacing his boxing gloves, he found his gym bag and rummaged inside for his water bottle. Sitting down on a mat, he took a few sips, trying not to gulp it down too fast. His bottle was empty in no time, despite his attempts at moderation, and refilling before he resumed working out didn’t seem like a bad idea.

His footsteps echoing in the big empty gym was probably his imagination, but the weird sight when he rounded the corner? That he was pretty sure was real. Leaning against the wall, a woman…no, a girl, dressed up like she had somewhere important to be was nodding off. He froze, staring, all kinds of thoughts flying through his head.

Who was she? How’d she get in? When did she get in? Was she dangerous? Did he need to call for back up? Jungkook had purposely began training at this gym because it was exclusive. As his fame had grown, unfortunately he had to stop using more easy to find public gyms.

The one at HYBE was an option, but sometimes he wanted something…quieter. Trainees who came in meant well, and they tried to be respectful besides giving him friendly greetings, but they couldn’t help but gawk, and that made it awkward when he was trying to get in the zone. Here, he had thought, was perfect.

But maybe he was rushing to conclusions. He didn’t know anything about the situation besides a girl in a nice dress was falling asleep by the water fountains while standing up. Her head slumped forward, then snapped up quickly as she jolted awake, eyes wide and alert.

That was when they locked gazes, and his loose, sore muscles tensed right up. She, on the other hand, curled away like she was facing a thug in an alley. It was bemusing; yeah he’d bulked up a lot in the last several years after he got serious about training. Jungkook never considered himself all that intimidating, though.

“Are you… staff?” he asked, since it didn’t seem like she was going to speak up first. Not with the way she kept looking like the guillotine was coming down on her head any moment.

It took a reasonably long time for her to compose herself and answer, which was another pretty big tip off that something was not right. He was ready to whip out his phone and call security. Or at least he would be, if he hadn’t put it on do not disturb and left it in his bag.

“This is all a misunderstanding, really,” she warbled, her hands slapped the wall behind her like she was trying to steady herself. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to be here.”

“What?” Jungkook was definitely growing suspicious. No one who wasn’t up to something just answered like that.

“I was just going to wait until you left and I guess I started to nod off…” she ran a shaky hand through her hair, disturbing it a little. “But really, please, if you’ll pretend you never saw me, I promise, I’ll be on my way.”

He backed away quickly as she lurched forward, but before he could tell her not to do anything funny, she bowed very formally, and the idol watched, perplexed. When he didn’t respond in any way, she resumed her upright position, then tried to brush by him with her head down.

Though, when he noticed the phone clenched tight in her fist, he acted without thinking. Something his hyungs had told him to be careful of doing in the past. At least they weren’t around to scold him.

“Hey,” he seized her wrist, and she stopped in her tracks, though he wasn’t expecting her reaction at all. Her eyes took in the hand on her like she could just flay it off with the intensity of her stare alone, and then she met his eyes head-on, hers surprisingly stony. “Your phone…”

“What about it?” she tried tugging her hand away, but he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. Not until he got some answers. He liked this gym. He wanted to keep using this gym, and at the thought that his privacy was being invaded yet again, and he would have to find somewhere else, yet again, he was getting a little worked up.

“That’s an Army phone, a Galaxy Z Flip 4: Army Edition.”

Her eyes widened, and then she scoffed, shaking her head. “Yeah, I guess you would know. But to tell you the truth, though I can admire your band’s marketability, this phone itself has been nothing but problems. This is just the latest one. Now, please, let go.” There was some bite in her tone now, her voice surprisingly stern.

When she tugged again, he acquiesced, something she probably didn’t expect, since she stumbled before catching herself. And when she felt her cellphone tugged right out of her hand? She rounded on him, scowling. “That belongs to me.” She held her hand out, clearly expecting it back.

“Why are you here? This is a private gym, and you don’t sound like you’re staff.”

She snatched for the phone, but he held it away, using his speed to his advantage. “Are you Army?”

“What? No,” she sounded offended by the notion, which in turn offended him. Then again, a true Army wouldn’t do this to him. Wouldn’t invade his space. “And what does that matter?”

“You’re not Army but you’ve got a phone that’s a rare exclusive. Only Army would want to own something like this. And if you’d go this far, you might be a sasaeng.”

Here, she did pause in trying to retrieve her phone, a bit red in the face under her makeup. “Please, between my class schedule and internship, who would even have the time? The people who think stalking and harassing idols is worth jeopardizing their future for really need…” Surprisingly, the girl tried to jump for the phone like she wasn’t in heels, but he held it above his head, which meant it was way above hers, “…a hobby!”

“So I won’t find pictures you secretly took on this?” Jungkook squinted, not convinced.

“No!” She hissed, jumping again, “Now who’s invading whose privacy, you…you muscle-headed, bunny-eyed brute!”

He was so taken aback, he faltered, and with one last pounce, the mystery girl had snatched the phone, though not without a cost.

Before she could even yell out in triumph, her heel wobbled and her foot rolled. Jungkook watched in slow motion, wincing in automatic sympathy as she went down.

Time sped up as she cried out, on the ground and clutching her ankle in a dress too nice to be touching the bare gym floor. He stood over her, carefully watching her face at first. He could tell she was in pain, but attempting not to show the extent.

Something about that alone…took him back to his early days. A wave of nostalgia he didn’t want to feel washed over him. He would hide his exhaustion, sometimes even hide injuries sustained while on stage until the end of a performance, until he couldn’t hide it anymore, just to avoid worrying his hyungs.

And when they caught him, like they inevitably always did, he’d cry, apologize, worry they would resent him. It didn’t make sense to everyone, probably only to those who had experience firsthand with the feeling. Not wanting to let others down, wanting to live up to everyone’s expectations, struggling with the fact that they were still human.

The girl gingerly tried to shift her injured ankle, and that alone seemed to send a fresh wave of pain throbbing through it. With the way she bit her lip and clenched her eyes to stifle the cry he could just tell.

And even though Jungkook had been concerned about a million things regarding her appearance, including that she might be another delusional ‘fan’, no one could fake pain that expertly. Plus, she’d have to be some actress to make her ankle swell on command.

It was probably stupid of him to drop his guard, even for a second, but he found himself dropping to his knees, almost reaching out, and then hesitating. She stared up at him through her lashes, her own eyes as guarded as his had been, but wavering as she focused on ignoring her obvious injury. “I need…I need to call my friend.”

Making up his mind, Jungkook loosely grasped her foot by the heel, ignoring her half-hearted attempts to swat his hand away. He extended her leg, careful not to hurt her as he manipulated her foot to get a better idea of how bad it was. “You rolled it pretty hard.” He finally concluded.

“Yeah, no kidding.” Jungkook briefly met eyes with her again, but she stubbornly looked away. “I wonder how that happened.”

Guilt hit him pretty fast. Yeah. Even if he thought she was an intruder, he should have just called security and let them handle it. They were never far, and there was no way she could have stopped him. Not by physically overpowering at least.

“Hang on,” he told her, setting her foot down and getting back on his feet. “I can help.”

“That’s a nice gesture,” she ground out, failing to hide a wince, “But really, I have my phone, so I can just call my fri—” she grabbed it and opened it, only for her face to fall. “Really? Now?” He heard her grumble irritably.

Noticing his quizzical face, turned a blank screen to him. “It’s dead.” She deadpanned.

“Okay, then let me help.”

Jungkook didn’t know this stranger by any stretch of the imagination, but he had anticipated what her response would be. It probably sounded something like “no”, since she seemed disinclined to take his help.

Was she always like this, so stubborn? Was it some kind of pride thing? He had been there, too; his hyungs really had their hands full with him over the years, didn’t they?

Retrieving the first aid kit Jimin had gifted him some time back, he made a brisk return to find the girl in much the same position he had left her, staring sulkily at her injured ankle. She looked up when he approached, but didn’t say a word.

“You might have to take off your shoe.” he informed her.

He waited to get a response, the big plastic kit held by his side. Jungkook wondered if she just planned to ignore him, and if he should take her silence as consent and proceed, but that didn’t feel right. Finally, she mumbled, “…This is really happening…isn’t it?”

Nodding slowly, he popped the kit open and examined its contents, locating the roll of compression wrap. While he did that, he noticed her leaning forward, trying to unstrap her heel without moving in a way that would hurt her foot even more.

Jungkook had never worn heels, but he always thought anyone who did without falling over must have some hidden talent. Hers weren’t as tall as some, but she was still plucking at the strap with building frustration.

Guessing she wanted it over and done with just as bad as he did, the idol seized the heel of her foot again, bringing her leg out and reaching for the buckle himself.

If he expected a beaming smile and a grateful attitude, he’d be sorely mistaken. She gave him the stink eye. “I can do at least this much.”

“Maybe, but I can do it faster.” He shrugged, already loosening the heel and sliding it off while holding her foot steady. From so close, and without the shoe in the way, he could really see just how fast the ankle had discolored and swollen. Again, he wrestled with the guilt, absently reaching for the wrap. “So,” he began by holding her ankle at a ninety-degree angle, “Who are you? Because this doesn’t mean I forgot…”

“Believe me, I’m someone who doesn’t want to be here anymore than you want me to be here. I didn’t have a choice, not that you’d ever believe me…” she huffed. “But, because legal repercussions are probably unavoidable, I’ll start by being cooperative. Maybe when they review all this, that’ll work in my favor.” It sounded like she was talking to herself, not him, but then she cleared her throat and extended her hand. “My name is L/N Y/N.”

Jungkook didn’t expect such a strange introduction, and the attempt at a handshake reminded him of Namjoon-hyung. He grasped her palm very briefly, barely holding on to it long enough for their hands to go up and down, but she didn’t seem inclined to want to hold onto him either.

“Y/N…” he repeated.

“As for what I’m doing here…well, again, it’s not something any sane person would believe.” She switched her focus to watching him meticulously wrap her ankle. It was pretty careful care for someone that could have been stalking him, but he had already started, and if he was going to do it, his sense of perfectionism said he had to do it right.

“Are you…insane?”

“Excuse me?” She didn’t look very amused, but he guessed it wasn’t exactly a polite question.

“You said a sane person wouldn’t believe you…” he explained.

“I am not insane,” Y/N rubbed a hand to her forehead. “I just feel like I am lately,” she whispered. “I was dining out with some friends, in the restaurant bathroom and then…”

Jungkook waited while he secured the wrap with some bandage clips and closed his first aid kit. “And then?”

“It’s going to sound insane,” she finished matter-of-factly, “You’re going to call me a liar and accuse me of stalking you, then we’ll be right back where we started.”

Jungkook was torn between still wanting to contact security, but also experiencing some curiosity he couldn’t quite tamp down. “Do you have proof?” It didn’t sound like she did.

“Proof?” Y/N repeated, arching a brow as if he had just said something strange.

“You’re not even going to try to make me believe you?” he goaded.

“Sure, help me up and I’ll hobble right over to the mirror. You’ll see exactly how I got here and this whole think’ll be cleared up just like that.” Her tone was so sugary the sarcasm was evident.

Jungkook figured he had indulged this for this long…why not go all the way. Offering her a hand, he warned her to brace herself, and then pulled her up with ease. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She said warily, trying not to show him how much she was utilizing the wall for support.

“Okay,” Jungkook nodded, “Show me.”

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Idols were weird. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was just the fact that they lived in a completely ‘different world’ from normal people or what, but she hadn’t expected her first extended run-in with some world-famous celebrity to go like this.

Park Jimin was one thing; he’d been concussed, so that was enough to make him loopy. She hadn’t expected anything out of his mouth to make sense. But this guy, Jean Jungkook?

Totally different. He wasn’t suffering a head injury, for one. And he had seemed angry at first, but still handled her appearance in much the same way a mean boy on the playground would in elementary school. Playing keep away with her phone, really?

He’d even treated her with decency when she tripped and sprained her ankle. God, that was yet another thing she was going to have to deal with. Sprained her ankle! Sprained! How was she supposed to get around campus quickly? It was huge. Though she supposed that wasn’t a concern at present.

The idol’s strange demand was at the forefront of her mind, seeing as he was right behind her while she hobbled slowly to the mirror, her heel in one hand and her phone in the other.

She must have looked like a suffering pigeon, doing a funny little hop. But she refused to let him touch her after she got her bearings. It was humiliating enough to have someone see her make a fool of herself and get injured to boot, idol or no idol. Well actually, his status made it even worse.

And he was watching her oh so closely as she made it to the mirror, taking a deep breath and turned around to look at him with some difficulty. “Here it is.” She said flatly. “How I got in, and how I probably would be able to get out, if life felt like cutting me a break.”

He stepped around her, staring at her incredulously like she knew he would. She would look at herself that way in his position. Jungkook pressed against the mirror with the flat of his hand, one good time, as if to confirm it was solid. “You used the mirror? What, like magic? Like a drama?”

“You’re the one who said you wanted proof; I never said it would satisfy you.” she retorted. “I barely understand it myself, but what I’m saying is the only truth I have to cling to.” Her chin dipped, “No matter how implausible it is…”

She knew she would get the same result he had when she pushed on the mirror, but as if to confirm her fate was truly sealed, Y/N tried anyway. When her hand went right through, the cool glass giving way to cool nothingness, she yelled, pitching forward.

Jungkook made a noise, something startled, and she glanced at him to confirm he was seeing what was happening. His bulging eyes made it evident that he was. Yes! Y/N jerked her arm away too fast, and in doing so almost fell back on her ass, if not for the lightning reflexes of the idol who moved to extend an arm around her waist.

Y/N got her bearings, smoothed a hand over her shirt and her racing heart, and tried to hold back her tears. He could see. He could really see. The weeks of going crazy in silence, holding it all in, and someone else…could see.

“Your arm went through the glass,” he breathed.

“More than my arm’s gone through.” Y/N spoke with more confidence, now that there was no way he could deny it. “That’s…how I got here.”

The idol once again moved forward, pressing both hands against the mirror. Nothing. “How?” He wondered.

“I don’t know.” Y/N replied, “It’s been happening since…since I got this phone. So that’s my only theory, that the events are connected.” She held up the dead device and wiggled it around. “Not that that’s a story anyone would believe if I got caught breaking and entering.”

The idol appeared to be thinking, worrying his lip piercing with his tongue, “Unless they saw it.”

Y/N squared her shoulders, eyeing him up and down. He fidgeted, looking small somehow, despite being fairly tall with a healthy amount of muscle. From close up it was even easier to see than watching him from behind the wall.

“It might come as a surprise for you to know, not everyone would be as cavalier as you about all this. In fact, I’d go as far as saying your reaction was a bit…strange. Has anyone told you that you’re odd?”

‘Nice going, Y/N.’ She thought bitterly, ‘That was over the top blunt. You’re not trying to make an enemy out of the very first person to be witnessing the crazy with you.’

Luckily, the idol didn’t look overly offended. Jungkook pursed his lips, big eyes sheepish as he rubbed his head. “Uh-huh, my hyung.” he said thoughtfully.

“Well…” Y/N gestured vaguely. “Now that you’ve seen what I’ve seen, you know about as much as I do. Would it be too much trouble to ask if I could…go?” Pointing a thumb toward the mirror like she was about to miss her cab would seem dumb if he didn’t know.

“Oh, right,” Jungkook’s tapped the mirror again. “You’re going back to where you came from.”

“Ideally,” Y/N frowned, “I’ve been gone a long time. There’s no way my friends aren’t concerned about that. And when they can’t find me who knows what they’ll think.”

Somewhat afraid the give they had both witnessed was a one-off, Y/N pressed her hand to the mirror once again, happy when it rippled and went right through. It might have been too late to salvage the evening with her friends, but at least she could salvage her reputation.

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Silent Grace| ix : "Reunion" p. ii

Ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader

au/genre: Mafia!au

rating: M

wc: 2.4k (4.8k total)

Chapter warnings: MAJOR FIGHT AND BLOOD MENTIONS if there is anything else I will come back and put it:(

summary: Yoongi continues to open up little by little with you, one of the hardest things he has done to date. You decided to trust Yoongi and quit your job. You have a nice dinner date but it's rudely interrupted.

tagss: @shadowyjellyfishfest @baechugff @maunosorioh @shelylamc @princess-sunshyn @scuzmunkie @wanceu @coldcoffee2121 @maunosorioh @massivelyfullenthusiast

The few months were a rollercoaster for you. You’ve left your job officially and Yoongi was busier than ever. You hardly saw him anymore. Before, you understood that his ‘work’ was necessary. But now, it scared you what he could be doing.

“I really hated to see you go Yn. Who am I going to pass the time with?” your co-worker said with a cheesy smile, on the Facetime call. You laughed and shook your head.

“I’m not leaving the city, just left the hospital. We can always hang out otherwise,” you said on the phone. Just as you were finishing up your conversation, Yoongi came from the bathroom and headed towards the dresser.

He smiled to himself as he placed his jewelry on while he was listening to you.

“Okay, okay, Yoongi’s ready, I have to call you later!” You giggled. Your friend smirked as she wiggled her eyebrows. “Have fun! I better be an aunt the next you call me!” You playfully rolled your eyes at her before shaking your head, telling her goodbye, and hanging up.

Yoongi was completely amused by your friend. The smile hasn’t left his face since he first walked in.

“Are you ready blossom?” He asked,

“Yes! Yes!” You said excitedly as you grabbed your purse and checked your outfit to make sure it looked good. (outfits: Yoongi, you: poc)

“You look absolutely beautiful baby. I knew you would look beautiful. Let’s go so we don’t be too late and before I change my mind and keep you here” He smirks softly as he kisses your lips sweetly.

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Yoongi decides to take you to the new restaurant you’re raving about. You heard your friends talk about it at work and when they showed you the pictures, you immediately sent them to Yoongi. So tonight he decided to surprise you. He even went as far as getting you a new dress.

He held your waist protectively as you both moved through the beautiful restaurant. After a few minutes, you and Yoongi sit at a table adorned with candles. Namjoon and Seokjin decide to sit a few tables behind you, so you could have some privacy. Although it was a date, they had to follow you both. To keep you safe of course and eat on Yoongi’s dime.

After a while and a few glasses of wine, you two are engrossed in a deep conversation, your laughter filling the air followed by Yoongi’s.

“I’m telling you, you can’t beat me in basketball, blossom, even if you tried. You still wouldn’t beat me.” Yoongi declares. You scoffed with a wide smile. “As if! I had to go to hundreds of games, I even practiced with my brother! I’m a professional!” Yoongi laughs genuinely.

You could play, but you were no professional, it was just cute to watch Yoongi’s expressions. You guys continued to eat and conversate until something caught Yoongi’s eye. Suddenly, Yoongi's eyes widen as he spots someone across the room. His eyes grew dark and full of hate. He couldn’t believe that out of thousands of restaurants in Seoul, he decided to come here.

Hoseok, now looking distant and bitter, locks eyes with Yoongi. They haven't seen each other since their childhood, when they were once inseparable friends. Yoongi turns back to you, trying to dismiss the unwelcome sight.

You frowned softly and tried to look for what Yoongi was looking at, noticing the man you had saved and his friends. Jimin locks eyes with you and gives you a warm smile to which you return before looking back at Yoongi.

“Baby is everything, okay?” you ask, pulling Yoongi’s hands to yours. The sight tickled Hoseok. He shook his head and leaned over to whisper something in Jimin’s ear.

“Yeah, just someone from my past, I’m not too fond of, has made his presence known.”

You frowned softly.

“We can leave, let’s go somewhere else. We can go see a movie or just go home.” You said gathering your things. Yoongi agreed.

He wasn’t scared, he just didn’t want to have to kill anyone tonight. He didn’t want to scare you.

Yoongi pulls out his phone and texts Namjoon and Seokjin, but they are already two steps ahead of him. They had already called reinforcements and they were lining the premises as they headed towards your table, but Hoseok beat them to the punch. Hoseok and his men reach Yoongi's table, sparks of tension filling the air. The diners watch with rapt attention, sensing they are about to witness something significant.

“Hello, Miss Nurse. I haven’t seen you at the hospital anymore” Hoseok smirked not even acknowledging Yoongi, only to get under his skin, which was working. You were still a bit oblivious to who this man was or his infatuation with you but you just remained respectful.

“O-oh, yeah,” you start with a nervous chuckle before continuing “I don’t work at the hospital anymore. I’ve moved on. I wanted a change of pace.” Hoseok pouted “Aw. That’s a shame. I liked seeing you there. I only trust you with my checkups.”

Yoongi’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he stared at you. He wasn’t doing so to indicate that he was upset with you in any way. He needed to keep his eyes on you to serve as a reminder that he couldn’t let you see him be the evil person he was. Or he was supposed to be.

“There are many amazing nurses there, I’m sure you’ll find someone amazing.” You said. You looked at Yoongi, wishing he would save you from this conversation but the look he was giving you sent chills down your back.

“Oh, where are my manners, who’s this gentleman?” Hoseok smiled looking at Yoongi. Yoongi’s dark glare met with Hoseok’s taunting one.

“This is my-“

“You know exactly who I am, Hoseok,” Yoongi said nonchalantly.

Their eyes meet again, and tension fills the air. It was suffocating. You sat back in your seat as you looked back and forth between the two men.

“Hello Hyung, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” Hoseok started, “It’s so nice to see you again”

“Can't say it's good to see you,” Yoongi said with no interest in having a conversation with him.”Hoseok, you always had a way of showing up where you're not wanted”

“Aw don’t be like that Hyung. We’re better than that. We’ve known each other since diapers. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting your stunning girlfriend. She is quite beautiful. She catches the eye of many people doesn’t she?”

Yoongi's brows furrow and he instantly becomes defensive from Hoseok's words. He stands immediately, knocking into the table and grabbing everyone’s attention. You stood to your feet as well. “Y-Yoongi don’t” you whispered. He clenched his fist tightly as he took a deep breath before looking back at Hoseok. You gripped his hand. Yoongi lets a sly smile play on his lips while his grip on your hand tightens. You look at him with a worried expression.

“Don’t fucking play with me, Hoseok. You left me alone. I left you alone. You got what you wanted, don’t fuck up what I want. Let’s play nice. I want to have a nice evening with my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? You’ve been dating for quite a while. Four years right? You haven’t asked her to marry you? You haven’t fulfilled your master’s wish? Where’s his grandchild? You move quite slowly hyung, I’m surprised. That’s not the Yoongi I know.” Hoseok chuckled and tilted his head. “I can always take your place if you’d like. She’d-”

Yoongi stepped closer to Hoseok which caused Jimin and Taehyung to get closer which only made Seokjin and Namjoon do the same. Jungkook came behind you, pulled you away, and placed you behind him. You could barely keep your eyes away from Yoongi as he stood fearless in front of the same men who scared you out of the operating room.

“Say another fucking word,-” Yoongi spat before Hoseok cut him off, his face turning dark. “And what the fuck are you going to do about it?”

“You better watch your tone, Hoseok,” Seokjin said firmly Jimin and Taehyung exchanged glances, ready for a confrontation. Namjoon prepared himself promptly. Hoseok takes a look at Seokjin “Ahh, Hyung, how is your mother doing? Still waiting for me to finish what I started? I must say, I was always her favorite.”

“Don’t ever mention my mother when you’re the reason she isn’t here in the first fucking place” Seokjin clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white.

“If you’re looking for a fight, you will find one if you keep this up,” Namjoon said. Hoseok's grin widens maliciously, and he signals his men. Suddenly, all hell breaks loose.

Tables flip, glasses shatter, and chaos ensues as the two factions clash in a brutal display of mobster power. The jazz band abruptly stops playing, and terrified diners scramble for cover amidst the mayhem.

Amidst the chaos, Jungkook grabs you and pulls you behind a wall guarding you from the chaos. Tears filled your eyes and you started shaking as you watched your boyfriend skillfully deflecting blows and landing precise strikes. Jungkook turns to you and gives you a reassuring smile. “Everything is going to be okay. I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you or Yoongi”

Soon, the authorities are called, and sirens wail in the distance. In the midst of the chaos, Yoongi approaches Hoseok wiping the blood from his lip as he watches Hoseok do the same.

“If you really want to settle this like men then you know where to find me,” Yoongi says darkly… His words were last with pain and hatred for this man he once called his friend. Hoseok carried that same amount of hatred for Yoongi as well. “You can count on it. I'll always be around.”

“As will I” Yoongi spat, watching Hosoek walk away with that same malicious grin he had coming to his table. Yoongi wasn't worried about the police nor was he worried about the owner pressing charges. The owner knew what was best for him. Yoongi turns to Seokjn who hardly had a scratch on him

“Tell the owner that we will pay him for the damages and however long it’ll take him to open up again. Go with him.” The two men nodded.

Jungkook helped you up. You looked at the now-empty restaurant, standing amongst the ruins of the once-fancy establishment. You were shocked as you looked at the damage. Yoongi turned to you seeing the look of fear wash over your face as you saw your boyfriend there with a few small cuts on his face. He walked over to you and pulled you into his arms tightly.

You practically fell into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“Baby…I’m okay. I’m okay. You’re okay”

As the sleek black car smoothly made its way through the dimly lit streets, Yoongi sat in the back seat, his gaze never leaving yours. Your eyes were still filled with a mix of shock and worry as you replayed the brutal scene that had unfolded before her. The atmosphere in the car was heavy, but Yoongi remained calm, despite being sore from the fight and ruining a perfectly good shirt.

Yoongi reached out and gently took your hand in his, his touch grounding and soothing. "Blossom," he spoke softly, his voice laced with reassurance. "Blossom please look at me. You're safe now, okay? You're with me, and I won't let anything happen to you. That will never happen again."

You turned your head to face him, your eyes gleaming with unshed tears. Taking a deep breath you nodded, squeezing his hand tightly. "I know, Yoongi. It's just… seeing you like that, in that fight, it scared me. I didn’t think it would escalate to that. I didn’t know that’s who you were talking about…this is all happening so fast"

Your words tugged at Yoongi's heart, and he understood the turmoil you were feeling. It’s only been a short time he told you and things were already falling apart. He leaned closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his side. "Baby…” he starts “I know it wasn't easy for you to watch, Y/N. For now, this is who I am this is how it has to be. I’ve tried to shield you as much as I can but I can’t always hide this part as much as I would like to."

"Who you are, or supposed to be, scares me sometimes," you admitted quietly, your voice shaky. You still couldn’t begin to imagine all the things Yoongi does when he isn’t around you. This was probably the mildest thing he’s ever done. "I love you, but I hate seeing you in danger, putting yourself at risk for this lifestyle."

Yoongi tenderly brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes holding nothing but love and understanding. "I understand your concerns, Blossom. And believe me, I hate putting you through this. But, this life comes with certain responsibilities and certain enemies. I need to protect our people and our interests. More importantly, I need to protect our future. It's a part of who I am, but it doesn't define me completely."

As the car moved along, the tension began to ease, and Yoongi's driver kept a respectful distance, giving them a sense of privacy within their conversation. Yoongi leaned in closer, his deep voice velvety and comforting. "I promise you, blossom, I'll do everything in my power to keep you out of the line of fire. You mean everything to me, and your safety will always be my top priority. Nothing else"

Your eyes met his, searching for any sign of deceit, but all you could find was sincerity and love. You nodded and gave him a small smile, trusting his words. "I believe you, Yoongi. I’ll try my best to stay out of the way and not put myself out there. I don’t want you to keep getting hurt like this" You say rubbing his face softly and looking at the cuts and bruising across his hands.

Yoongi kissed your forehead, his lips warm against your skin. "I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and everything we build from here on out"

Wrapped in Yoongi's embrace, you found solace, knowing that you had each other to lean on in this chaotic life. As the car continued its journey home, you held onto each other, drawing strength from your love, knowing that you could face any obstacle as long as you were with him.

#bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts angst #bts jungkook #bts x reader #bts yoongi #bts jhope #bts smut #bts namjoon #bts smut drabble #bts jimn #bts seokjin #bangtanwhq #micdropnet #female oc #bts taehyung #bts mafia au #bts mafia series

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hisunshiine · 2 years ago

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hisunshiine’s 2022 Stories

Running List of my fics posted in 2022. Top of the list is December 2022 and goes back through January of 2022.

❀ tri-wizard trials | myg (m)

slytherin!yoongi x gryffindor!reader — hogwarts!au; (12.26.2022)

❀ late night talking | kth (m) [2/3]

taehyung x reader — camboy!au; (11.22.2022)

❀ daydreaming | kth (m) [1/3]

taehyung x reader — camboy!au; (11.19.2022)

❀ whims & inconsistencies series | ksj (m) COMPLETED [7/7]

seokjin x poc reader — SERIES; victorian era!au; (11.04.2022)

❀ cures for idiosyncrasies | jjk (m)

jungkook x reader — victorian era!au spin-off of wai; (09.30.2022)

❀ an angel’s mistake | jjk knj (m)

jungkook x reader, past namjoon x reader — idol!au; (09.29.2022)

❀ ship happens! part of The Seven Seas | myg (m)

yoongi x reader —cruise ship!au; (09.06.2022)

❀ happier | myg (pg-13)

yoongi x reader —lovers to exes & ANGST; 845 words (05.16.2022)

❀ eternal night: part of the everlast series

taehyung x OC —unrequited love & vampire au; 3.8k (05.08.2022)

❀something in the heir

jungkook x reader — non-royals palace au; 1.6k (02.16.2022)

❀ in flagrante delicto

jimin x reader — lawyer au; 12.4k (01.21.2022)

↳ All of my fics written in 2021 (i think) can be found HERE

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THANK YOU FOR READING! ♡

#hisunshiine writings #bts imagines #bts #bts reactions #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts smut #bts au #bts angst #bts fluff #BTS masterlist #hisunshiine 2022

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linos-luna · 1 year ago

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Eternally (Pt. 3) ❣️🔪

Yandere!Vampire!Jin x Fem!Reader

(Pt. 1) - (Pt. 2) - (Pt. 3)

Warnings: Yandere, Blood, Murder, manipulation, hypnosis, making out, unprotected sex, manipulation

Synopsis: you found yourself enchanted by a handsome vampire. He was a vain and cruel man but he found that there was someone he loved more than himself. You.

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You led him in. Stumbling around quite dramatically. The man looked at you with lustful eyes as he was sure he could do anything to you in this very moment.

But that wasn’t the case at all.

You weren’t drunk. Not in the slightest. You led the man from the bar down the street to the kitchen, acting drunk and as if you were trying to get water. He was amused and followed.

You stood against the refrigerator. Getting a bit nervous has he came closer.

Where was he?? You thought.

Some fear was building up before you finally saw him.

“Thank god you’re here.” You sighed, looked past the sleezy man to your boyfriend.

“You know I don’t believe in god.” Jin chuckled before grabbed the man from behind.

“You tricked me!” The man yelled as he realized you were completely sober. “You bitch!”

“Now I don’t like you talking to my baby like that.” Jin shook his head as you walked out, letting him do his thing.

You waited in the living room, hearing the man’s screams before a thud.

You looked up to see your boyfriend there with a smile. His mouth and chin covered in blood, along with some drops on his chin

“Oppa, you got your shirt dirty again.” You sighed. “You know that’s hard to get out.”

“Oh well.” He shrugged. “Go clean the mess.”

You went to the kitchen as he presumedly when to the bathroom, either to clean up or admire himself. He always felt revitalized after eating.

The kitchen wasn’t too much of a mess. Some splatter on the fridge and floor. Nothing a little bleach couldn’t get rid of. On the side, against the wall was a big trash bag. Must be the body.

You’ve never actually seen the people he’s killed. It was always a weird thought. But you were curious so you untied the bag and peeked in, nearly screaming and instantly feeling the need to puke. This man was stuffed in there like a rag doll, his lifeless eyes staring back at you. It was still terrifying.

“You know you’re not supposed to look at that.”

You jumped at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice and instantly turned around.

“S-sorry…”

“I always take care of it.” He said while grabbing the bag. “Let’s not corrupt your mind.”

“What are you talking about?” You said with a frown. “I see blood all the time.”

“Hm.” He sighed before giving you a kiss on the cheek and leaving to take the bag out.

You touched your cheek, knowing that there was a blood smudge there.

You love him but doing this every few weeks was exhausting. And lately he’s been a little more hungry than usual. This kill was his second in two weeks.

You were getting ready for bed when Jin came back. Your hair was in braids as you put on your silky night gown followed by som pajama pants. Your boyfriend bought you the gown but since you got cold, you’d often wear pants underneath.

“Oppa…?” You ask as he was changing. “Are you okay?”

“Why do you ask that, jagiya?”

“Well… you’ve been eating more lately. More than usual.” You said this with an uncomfortable shrug. “People are going to get suspicious. Maybe we should take a break—”

“I decide when we do and don’t hunt.” He said sternly as he stood close, practically looking over you.

You got quiet and looked down.

Jin grabbed your chin and had you look at him. He was obviously annoyed.

“I decide when we’re done.”

“Y-yes sir…”

“Repeat.” He said sternly.

“You decide when we’re done…” you repeated. Your voice trailed off as you suddenly felt very tired and you silently climbed into bed.

Jin said next to you and stroked your hair. “We’re going out again tomorrow, baby.”

“Yes sir…” you replied with a sigh as you fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~~ 🥀

“Her. I want her.”

Your boyfriend was pointing in the direction of a woman at the bar. She must’ve been in her thirties.

“A woman? Oppa I can’t—”

“That’s what I want, y/n.” He interrupted.

“I can’t do it!” You said starting to cry. “I-I- can’t!”

“Jeez. I’ll do it myself!” He was clearly annoyed and pushed past you.

You waited outside as he chatted with the woman, only to be stopped by two cops.

“Hi Miss. We have some questions…”

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You got home later after a little interrogation. It made you nervous and now you’re just worried.

As you walked in, you could hear that your boyfriend was in the kitchen.

“Baby! Come here!”

You perked up at the sound of his voice.

Walking into the kitchen, you notice a mess on the floor. Jin had blood stained lips and it was on his chin as well.

“Yes?”

Jin smiled and lifted you, seating you on the counter.

“What happened today, baby? You disappeared.”

“Oppa… the police are asking questions…” you said with a sigh.

“What kind of questions?”

“Well they’re seeing a pattern and think maybe we’re connected to the disappearances…”

“And what did you say?” He asked gently while moving your hair.

“ I just denied. Like you said. “Deny deny deny.”

“Good girl.”

“We gotta be careful.” You looked at him worriedly. “I-I don’t want them to take you… or me—”

“No one will ever take you from me!” He said suddenly. “Never! You got that?”

You nodded with some tears going down your cheeks.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He said with a kiss to your cheek. “For defending me.”

You nodded before he kissed you again but this time on the lips. Tasting the metallic blood on your lips wasnt anything abnormal but for whatever reason it got you worked up. Sometimes he makes you horny just with a kiss. You weren’t sure if it was some kind of spell or something.

You chased his lips when he tried pulling back, whining and moaning as they got sloppier. Your boyfriend held onto your waist, loving how you were practically licking the blood from his chin and lips. Why? You weren’t sure. It was as if you were doing this mindlessly.

Jin picked you up as you wrapped your legs around him. He sat on the bed and had you on his lap.

You were suddenly feeling needy. Very needy.

Please me, darling~

You could hear his enticing words ringing in your head. Over and over.

Please me~

It repeated as you started grinding on him. You could already feel how wet your cunt was. You whined while tugging on his belt.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He said with a smirk. “Need help?”

“Oppa please~”

“Please what?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“I want—… I want to please you-~” you whimpered. “I-I-… I want—…”

Jin smirked as he undid his belt and lowered his pants. You could see his bulge through his boxers and you found yourself staring.

“Take care of it, y/n” he commanded quite sternly.

You lowered his boxers before lifting your skirt and removing your panties. They were soaked and your boyfriend threw them to the floor.

You continued to sloppily kiss him. Your whimpers sounded desperate as you licked away the blood from his chin. It was ridiculous. Who in their right mind would do this?? Do you even have control of yourself??

It wasn’t long before you sunk onto his cock, gasping as you were trying to get used to the size.

“Too big… it’s too big…” you said in breathy moans while moving slightly.

Jin went back to kissing your lips, nipping at them every now and then. Then slowly grinded you against him.

You threw your head back at the overwhelming feeling and eyes rolled back as he kissed down your neck. Leaving what are to be dark hickies for later. He came across your scar from the night he bit you. It still hadn’t completely faded away.

It was all so much and you were holding back your moans as it was late and didn’t want to wake any neighbors.

“Let me hear the noises, darling.” He whispered. “I love when you make them.”

As if right on cue, you let your needy moans out with no volume control or filter. You continued grinding on his lap, mind blank of any other thoughts.

Only Jin. That’s all that matters. Only pleasing Jin…

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missbangtangirl · 2 years ago

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Dayummmm 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 D-Day out now

#augst d #suga #bts suga #min yoongi x black reader #min yoogni #bts grammy #bts headcanons #bts ambw #bts gif #bts x poc #bts scenarios #bts smut #jung hosek #jimin park #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #jeon jungkook

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bangtanwritershq · 2 years ago

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “TaeJin Season” Masterlist

December’s the month for celebrating TaeJin Season!

In Honor of these two Kim brothers, we asked our members to share with us all of their Seokjin and/or Taehyung centric stories, so that we could share them with you! If you are in a Jin, Tae, or Taejin mood, this masterlist is for you!

In this post you'll find fics from our members that feature Seokjin and/or Taehyung as the main character with various au types and tropes! Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes)

✅ - sfw (no warnings)

💖 - smut

⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

*some links to twitter provide links to AO3 or wattpad. the chapter the specific story appears as if on AO3 is identified to not confuse the ratings on other oneshots in the story.

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Fitted (Twitter) | @cherrysoulth [1/2] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: Canon/Romance Rating: PG - MA (eventual rating) WC: 2,224

🔞 💖 ⚠️ In The Eye Of The Storm | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: Strangers to Lovers Rating: MA WC: 11,968

🔞 💖 ⚠️ The Heart Wants What It Wants | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: Exes to Lovers Rating: R WC: 4,081

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Below Your Mouth | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: defense attorney!seokjin × prosecutor!reader AU Type: Rivals to Lovers Rating: MA WC: ~4.1k

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Get Away | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: Taehyung x Reader / Namjoon x Reader AU Type: Angst/Fluff Rating: MA WC: 2,337

🔞 💖 ⚠️ An Empty Home | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: model!yoongi x oc / businessman! taehyung × oc AU Type: Arranged Marriage/Love Triangle Rating: MA WC: 5,243

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Come Unwrap Me? | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: Taehyung x Reader AU Type: Established Relationship/Christmas Time Rating: MA WC: 4,562

🔞 💖⚠️ Reunited (Twitter) | @roxyjean82 [1/1] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: Smutty Oneshot Rating: MA WC: 708

✅ The Set (Twitter) | @roxyjean82 [1/1] Pairing: Taehyung x Reader AU Type: Fluff Oneshot Rating: PG (Chp 6 on AO3) WC: 1,604

🔞 💖⚠️ Secrets Underneath The Moon (Twitter) | @roxyjean82 [36/36] Pairing: werewolf!Seokjin x Reader AU Type: Shifter Rating: MA WC: 41,569

🔞 💖 A Kim Seokjin One Shot (Twitter) | @noonasto [1/1] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: Pure Smut Rating: MA WC: ~600

🔞 💖 Cutting Room Floor | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: xxxdirector!jin x onlyfans!reader AU Type: Pornstar Rating: MA WC: 1,184

🔞 💖 A Tie | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: Roommates to Lovers Rating: MA WC: 800

🔞 💖 Drunken Lullabies | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: Roommates to Lovers Rating: MA WC: 1,603

🔞 💖⚠️ Whims & Inconsistencies Series | @hisunshiine [7/7] Pairing: Seokjin x POC Reader AU Type: Victorian Era Rating: MA WC: 39,554

🔞 💖⚠️ Last Day To Say It | @hisunshiine [2/2] Pairing: Taehyung x Reader AU Type: Apocalypse Rating: MA WC: 2,817

🔞 💖⚠️ The Color of Break Ups & Make Ups | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: idol!Tae x makeup artist!Reader AU Type: Idol/Lovers to Exes to Lovers Rating: MA WC: ~1.6k

🔞 💖 Feels | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Taehyung x Reader AU Type: Slice of Life Rating: MA WC: 2,254

✅ The One That Got Away (Twitter) | @roxyjean82 [1/1] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: Fluffy Oneshot Rating: PG (Chp 11 on AO3) WC: 240

🔞 💖 Change of Plans (Twitter) | @roxyjean82 [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung AU Type: Smutty Oneshot Rating: MA (Chp 16 on AO3) WC: 1,949

🔞 💖 Forbidden Hybrid (Twitter) | @roxyjean82 [1/1] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: Werewolf Rating: MA (Chp 19 on AO3) WC: 3,302

🔞 💖⚠️ Love Is Not Over (Twitter) | @roxyjean82 [24/25] Pairing: idol!Taehyung x OFC AU Type: Idol Neighbor Rating: MA WC: 51,554 (ongoing)

🔞 💖 By The Pool (Ao3) | @bluewhale52 [1/1] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader x Jungkook AU Type: University Rating: MA WC: 2,929

🔞 💖⚠️ Staggering | @cherrysoulth [1/1] Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Seokjin AU Type: Mafia Rating: MA WC: 5,070

🔞 💖 Stan Twitter (Twitter) | @cherrysoulth [1/1] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: Canon/Idol x Staff Rating: MA WC: 1,862

🔞 💖 Le beau garçon (Twitter) | @cherrysoulth [1/1] Pairing: Taehyung x Reader AU Type: Canon/Long Term Relationship Rating: MA (Chp 2 on AO3) WC: 1,769

🔞 💖⚠️ 30 Minutes (Twitter) | @cherrysoulth [1/1] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: Sci-Fi/Eternal Love Rating: MA (Chp 13 on AO3) WC: 4,786

🔞 💖 The Castle (Twitter) | @cherrysoulth [1/1] Pairing: Taehyung x Reader AU Type: Canon/Married Life Rating: MA (Chp 1 on AO3) WC: 3,005

🔞 💖⚠️ What Hides In The Shadows (Twitter) | @cherrysoulth [12/?] Pairing: Taehyung x Reader AU Type: Vampires vs Hunters Rating: MA WC: 45,249 (ongoing)

🔞 💖 Driving Me Needy | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Taehyung x Reader AU Type: Established Relationship/Non-Idol Rating: MA WC: 1,631

🔞 💖 Double The Trouble | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Taehyung x OC / Jungkook x Named Reader AU Type: Idol/Established Relationship Rating: MA WC: 1,568

🔞 💖 Skate Night at Dreamglow ft JK| @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: bf!Jungkook x Reader x bff!Taehyung AU Type: Skating Rink/Disco Era/Established Relationship Rating: MA WC: ~1.5k

🔞 💖 Skate Night at Dreamglow ft Joon | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: disco!Taehyung x Reader x DJ!Namjoon AU Type: Disco Era/Strangers to Lovers Rating: MA WC: ~1.6k

🔞 💖⚠️ Everlast | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: vampire!taehyung x human!reader AU Type: Historical Vampire Rating: MA WC: 1,024

🔞 💖⚠️ Eternal Night | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Royal!Tae x Royal!OC AU Type: Vampire/Fantasy/Unrequited Love Rating: MA WC: 4,768

🔞 💖⚠️ Lube Job | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: racer!Taehyung x racer!reader AU Type: Motorbike Racing/Exes to Lovers Rating: MA WC: ~1.6k

🔞 💖⚠️ Primal | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: photographer!Taehyung x culinary!named reader AU Type: Sex Club/Established Relationship Rating: MA WC: 4,557

🔞 💖 Daechwita | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: dom!tae x sub!reader x dom!yoongi AU Type: Idol/Established Relationship Rating: MA WC: 1,202

🔞 💖 Movie Night | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jimin AU Type: BFFs Rating: MA WC: 1,079

🔞 💖⚠️ One Step At A Time | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: bff!Tae x Reader / ex!Namjoon x Reader AU Type: BFFs to Lovers/Roommates Rating: MA WC: 3,508

🔞 💖 I Thought You Couldn’t Make It | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: idol!Taehyung x Reader AU Type: Slice of Life Rating: MA WC: ~500

All stories copywritten of the specified author. The authors provided consent for their stories to the network to be shared by submitting their stories. Stories posted in the order of submission to the event.

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btshoneyhive · 1 year ago

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the honey harvest - project m.list

Welcome to our Honey Harvest Opening Ceremony! Please take a sneak peek at the amazing creations our Bee Keepers will have prepared for us all to enjoy!

⌜ Forever Staycation, Please? ⌟

Growing up, you always zoned out during the summer vacation stories of kids in your class; initially because you had nothing to say and later because there was nothing you wanted to hear. Fast forward a long few years of you finding your true calling, you're ready to venture for your first solo vacation. Obviously, you expect a lot of it but what you never expected was someone who would catch more than just your eye.

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader Event Theme: Vacation Booth Vendor: @tangy-tangerine

↳ Visit Booth (coming soon)

⌜ Midsummer ⌟

Once a year on the summer solstice, the veil between the realms thins. the couple can finally walk among the world without a care. what happens during midsummer, stays on midsummer.

Pairing: Faun!Seokjin x POC Fem!Reader Event Theme: New Love, Opposites Attract Booth Vendor: @hobeemin

↳ Visit Booth (coming soon)

⌜ TBA ⌟

Starting over after a nasty divorce, you swore off men and decided to stay dedicated to your five year old daughter. But your new house needs a gardener, and Taehyung happens to be a jack of all trades. But what happens when the lines start to become blurred and you think of breaking your own rules?

Pairing: Gardener!Taehyung x Single Mom!Reader Event Theme: New Love Booth Vendor: @sun-kore

↳ Visit Booth (coming soon)

⌜ Lover Boy ⌟

Maya thought she had it all figured out: get good grades, earn a degree, start a career. This all changes one fateful summer when she meets the man who will open her eyes to new experiences.

Pairing: Jimin x Fem!OC Event Theme: Summer Fling, Vacation Booth Vendor: @baljinciaga

↳ Visit Booth (coming soon)

⌜ Say You'll Be Wine ⌟

After divorcing the man you thought was the love of your life, you and your best friends plan a relaxing girls trip with the purpose of getting wine-drunk and enjoying summertime in the countryside. What you don’t expect however, is to find love.

Pairing: Sommelier!Jimin x Divorcee Fem!Reader Event Theme: New Love, Vacation Booth Vendor: @shuadotcom

↳ Visit Booth (coming soon)

⌜ Dandelions ⌟

After escaping the big city and moving to a sleepy one-horse town in the hope of finding yourself, you unexpectedly cross paths with a florist whose eyes hold galaxies. You had fallen in love before, but with Hoseok it doesn’t even feel like falling; or the one where the grumpy goth and the cottagecore cutie get together.

Pairing: Florist!Hoseok x GN!Reader Event Theme: New Love, Opposites Attract, Fresh Start, Florist Booth Vendor: @cowboylikeyoongi

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⌜ Let's Get This Bread ⌟

The summer heat brings in many things - hot and heavy sleeping, wasps, mosquitos, and a broken AC unit. When you and your best friend get a summer job to repair the aircon, you find that summer also brings hot and heavy feelings in your friendship.

Pairing: Jimin x Fem!Reader Event Theme: Bakery Booth Vendor: @temptaetions

↳ Visit Booth (coming soon)

⌜ Purple Study of the Middle-Earth ⌟

Short visual series centering on the joint theme found in the works of Tolkien's Middle-Earth and BTS music.

Members: OT7 Event Theme: tbd Booth Vendor: @namjoonia

↳ Visit Booth (coming soon)

#the honey harvest #project masterlist #bts x reader #bts #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #bts fanfic #bangtan

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nanamismoonchild · 2 years ago

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I posted 253 times in 2022

70 posts created (28%)

183 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@namjinsmoonchile

@sugakookitty

@sweetestofchaos

@namchyoon

@rkivian

I tagged 66 of my posts in 2022

#namjoon - 13 posts

#bts - 10 posts

#hyunglinenetwork - 10 posts

#networkbangtan - 9 posts

#btswritingcafe - 8 posts

#bts smut - 7 posts

#bts fluff - 7 posts

#bts angst - 7 posts

#kwritersworldnet - 6 posts

#yoongi - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 66 characters

#white women will never hold themselves accountable because of yall

My Top Posts in 2022:

fic announcement

→title: disturbia

→ pairing: demon! ot7 bts x rebel!poc OC named Afternoon

→ genre/au: science fiction, dystopian au, thriller, smut, fluff, angst, enemieis to lovers, enemies to friends.

→ summary:Afternoon is a rebel that was recruited by the agency called the Facility. The Facility’s main goal is: overthrow the government. A few days after a mission gone wrong, Afterrnoon and her team are told to go on a rescue mission. This mission will require for her team to go to the one place they’ve been avoiding.

→ rating: 18+

→wc: by chapter

→warnings: by chapter

→post date: biweekly starting August 3rd! In the Afternoon :D

→ author’s note: Good Afternoon! Yes, I will be making this a joke haha. Get ready for Afternoon’s story because you (da reader) are in control of her story. After every chapter, there will be a poll with two or three options.

if you would like to be tagged for this fic, please send an ask or comment below! Better yet, just yell at me until I notice you.

59 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

chapter 9- throne

pairing: god!namjoon x goddess!reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: allusion to sex, choking, jealously, mention of poison, destruction of property, thoughts of killing, allusion to voyeurism

wc: ~3.3k

a/n: Please let me know how we feel about namjoon in this chapter!

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tags are in comments :D

The throne room was complete and Namjoon couldn’t help the few tears that fell down his face. He had it completely redone once he and Persephone were married. The workers, ones he persuaded to leave from Taehyung’s forge, worked quickly and efficiently to have it done by the end of the day. And they had done a magnificent job.

The room felt much bigger and powerful. Not even a few hours ago, it was only bleak and shouted boredom to anyone who walked in. Now it was bright with purples and gold colors everywhere.

Namjoon’s chair was intricate with gold molding constructing the legs, arms, and frame of the back, familial sigils and symbols of the ancient lineage. He would sit stiff backed, somewhat uncomfortable, while lions rested beneath his hands. Only the finest velvet, reserved for kings and emperors, dressed the cushion and the backrest, and an ornate golden sculpture bearing his staff rose high above his head.

Persephone’s was covered in a purple veil, concealing the chair.

While he was waiting for Persephone to come back from her midday bath—something that the servant Seokjin had forced her to do—he received the perfume. He had glanced at the tiny spray bottle in confusion as he had never been given a gift from any of his servants. Not to mention that the liquid had an evident stench to it.

“Throw it out.”

“Are you sure, my king?”

“You could keep it if you want.”

“I don’t think I will. It was made by Hyojin and it kind of stinks, my king.”

“Hyojin created this?”

Mina nodded, a grimace forming on her face as the pungent liquid sneaked into her nose. It was the most horrible thing she’d ever smelled.

“Hm.” Namjoon was curious. The solution was a pretty pink, a colour that was rarely seen down in the Underworld. He had no idea what was in it to make it so gorgeous in hue, yet so awfully distasteful in smell.

“Where’s my queen?”

“Seokjin is getting her into the dress you ordered, my king,” she paused in hesitation. “May I ask why?”

“I have a question for her before I show her the throne.”

“With all due respect, my king,” Mina cast her eyes downwards, “but shouldn’t you try waiting until after you show her the throne?”

“And why do you think that?” “Well,” she began before clearing her throat, “It’s just that blood is red and would stain the new rugs we placed today.”

Namjoon’s eyebrow raised in question.

“I have a feeling that our queen would not take too kindly to Hyojin gifting you a nasty perfume. She might kill her. And we all know she could.”

“That’s very true. Fine, I’ll talk to her after then.”

And no sooner had the words left his mouth, Namjoon heard the telltale click of heels–and the aggravated mutterings of his wife about the dress. He took one final look around the room and nodded for the band, a group of servants who had been followers of Apollo, to begin playing a slow ballad.

His heart began to thrum in his chest, nervous energy finally making its way through his bones. This is the one thing Namjoon wanted to be perfect besides his wedding. He needed Persephone to understand that he didn’t just see her as a trophy he had won from battle, but a partner in life who would come to make decisions for him when he was absent.

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The Ancestor’s Scales [Teaser]

→ pairing: dragon prince! namjoon x dragon princess!poc OC

→ genre/au: fantasy, enemies to lovers (just a smidge honestly), royalty au, smut, fluff, humor, soulmates au, explores a little of African mythology

→ summary: Your hand in marriage could only be won through a game of sorts: find the lost scale of your great-great-great-great grandmother. All of the bachelors in all of the lands were eligible and, unfortunately for you, Namjoon couldn't pass up an opportunity.

→ rating: 18+

→teaser wc: 1k (im sorry but i wanted y’all to see this scene)

→warnings: none for the teaser

→post date: July, just july. No date really.

→ author’s note: ok! ok! this is a preview of my fic The Ancestor’s Scales for @btsblackcreatorsociety’s The Realm of Legends! This is actually my longest oneshot and it’s not even done lol. This is my first OC! You can put yourself into Isador’s shoes or you can just read about her journey. Up to you and I hope you come to love her as much as I do when the final fic comes out. I’ll give a big thank you to BCS in the final fic as well. the banner is by the lovely @eerieedits ! uhhhhh das it. just enjoy the teaser!

if you would like to be tagged for the final fic, please shoot me an ask! or leave a comment. send a pigeon.

A chorus of hello’s, hi’s, and what it be’s came from the crowd. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Namjoon bow slightly.

“Welcome back to Gailan, the home of the dragons that freed us all. If it were not for my great-great-great-great grandmother, none of us would be where we are now. We could still be in shackles or who knows? Maybe one of your ancestors would have found themselves in my grandmother’s position. But regardless of who did what, you are all here for one thing. Another clue,” she took a deep breath, the rehearsed speech longer than what she thought.

“I started this scavenger hunt because I believe that my hand in marriage can and will be only won through a game of sorts. All of you are bachelors or bachelorettes wanting my hand. At least I assume so.” It would suck if you didn’t. “I will remind you of the first clue: Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. But walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?”

“Since no one came to me with any of the scales, I’m assuming no one guessed the riddle. Unfortunately, I won’t be giving out the answer today. I will, however, be telling you the second clue. It is also in the form of a riddle.”

A few groans could be heard in the crowd. Too bad Isador adored riddles.

“The second clue is: Born underground, raised by the sun, a host for the living, caterer of fun. What am I?”

She smiled as everyone processed the riddle. It was her favorite one and could answer the first riddle as well.

Prince Isaac was the first to complain. “Why must we receive riddles? It would be a better scavenger hunt if you’d just tell us outright.”

“It wouldn’t be a scavenger hunt without the riddles, Isaac.”

Isaac hated having to lift a finger to get what he wanted. It’s why Isador was happy that Isaac was only here for gossip and not marriage.

“Isaac, save the complaining for you boo,” she smiled as Isaac flushed a deep red. She laughed as he turned in his seat to hide his face.

“Well, as you know, these things are always quick. If you have an answer to both riddles, then please come up and I can give you the last and final clue. Otherwise, I will see you all next week for it.”

Chairs scraped against the wood of the pavilion. The chatter from earlier rose to its former height. Isador said goodbye to everyone. All princesses and princes, some brother and sister, competing for her hand in marriage. She had known most of them through her childhood, but, once they grew up and had responsibilities, they all distanced themselves.

Truthfully, she thought it was because everyone believed her family had no magic flowing through their veins anymore. And once you married into the family, the magic you already had disappeared as well. It was an ignorant thing to think considering her mother had magic in her voice and her father had superspeed. But that didn’t matter to them. The family had lost the most precious and powerful gift the gods could have given them. She sighed and watched everyone leave.

“Prince Namjoon,” Ndaque was saying as she bowed. “How can Princess Isador help you?”

“Are you not a Princess, Ndaque? We drop titles in events like this.”

“I am a guard at the moment, Prince Namjoon.”

Isador glanced up (way up) to see Namjoon smiling at Ndaque. His dimples stretched and made his smile even more pleasing.

“I have an answer to both of the clues.”

Isador’s eyes widened and gasped albeit a little dramatically. She peered over to Ndaque who shared the same face.

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bts at the cookout w/black reader (namjoon, yoongi,hoseok, seokjin)

Namjoon:

“Momma, you seen Namjoon?”

The two of you had arrived a little late. Regardless, the food still wasn’t done and your mom had forced you to help her. Namjoon had scurried away before she could force him to chop or stir something.

It was in her good graces that he didn’t bother with cooking anyway.

But now, the food was done and you wanted to sit by your man while you ate a plate full of lasagna and collard greens.

“I think I heard Grandma Shirley say she was going to bring him a plate of her cobbler.”

“Aw lord, she trying to take Joon from me. Why didn’t you stop her?”

“That’s a you problem.”

True enough, when you went outside to look at the grandma and auntie tables, Namjoon was sitting by your Grandma Shirley and Auntie Patricia. From the looks of it, he was caught up in their long going argument of who had the better pie. He didn’t seem to care since he had two pieces of pie in front of him and the ladies were just watching him eat.

Cheater.

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Seokjin:

Seokjin had always heard you bragging about [insert your home city ( but we all know Memphis has the best bbq, and I stand by that lol)] barbeque. To him, no one had better bbq than Seoul. But he realized how mistaken he was as he bit into a rib that was damn near falling off the bone.

The seasonings were making his taste buds dance around his mouth. And the sauce? Spectacular. He was trying to keep himself from licking his fingers.

And don’t get him started about the deviled eggs. Or the mac and cheese. Or the, gods help him, potato salad. Seokjin had dipped the rib into the potato salad

“I need to marry whoever made this.”

“My auntie made it. And you’re married to me, fool!”

“Polyamory it is then.”

“No sir. That’s weird.”

“Well, we are getting a divorce then.”

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257 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

→ pairing: dragon prince! namjoon x dragon princess!poc OC

→ genre/au: fantasy, enemies to lovers (just a smidge honestly), royalty au, smut, fluff, humor, soulmates au, explores a little of African mythology

→ rating: 18+

→wc: 23k

→warnings: recreational drug use, choking, poisoning, animal (?) abuse, slavery, nudity ( this is explained), humiliation, posessiveness, namjoon is sort of dick, jimin makes a dick joke, mentions of civil war, mentions of knives, weapons, hospitals, assassination attempt, mutual/not-so mutual pining, exhibitionism,

→ author’s note: July has come and gone. And the fic is now here. Part 1 anyway. But Part 1 is a thick girl and is full of everything I promised (I hope) in the teaser. Please enjoy Namjoon and Isador’s world! Thank you again to @eerieedits for the banner and Indigo @playmetheclassics for betaing. Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me to write this! Now onwards!dic

if you would like to be tagged for part 2, please shoot me an ask! or leave a comment. send a raven.

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306 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

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