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Collateral 🗡️ POV: Seokjin

After a successful day of scheming, Seokjin calls his favorite plaything to join him and Hoseok for a little fun.

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❗ THIS IS A CHARACTER POV CHAPTER!!!

if you do not wish to perceive any POV that is not the main character, please feel free to skip this one!

🗡️Seokjin x Hoseok

🗡️ word count: 7.2k

🗡️ mafia au, dishonest characters, established relationship, bdsm, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit, 21+

🗡️ warnings: top Seokjin with mention of bottom Hoseok; top Hoseok & bottom Seokjin; scheming; mention of the use of heroin; use of the word "whore" not meant derogatorily, but not always kindly; allusion to puppy play; talk of manufacturing and selling drugs with the purpose of getting people addicted; shower play; enema play; light humiliation; ass eating & fingering; Seokjin is...morally grey at best.

🗡️ notes: mc is referred to in 3rd person (she/her) pronouns for this chapter! listen: Seokjin is not the nicest person, so please take the way he speaks with a grain of salt. it is hard to put everyone's full intentions into the POV scenes because i still need there to be surprises later on!!! but i feel like this is going to really help to solidify the way many of you feel about this character hehehe. i hope you enjoy!

🗡️ early draft beta read by @blog-name-idk - with minor unbeta'd edits done since.

🗡️ posted march 2024 - originally jan. 2023 | read on ao3

"She's not going to go for it," Hoseok teases as he reaches around Seokjin's broad shoulders from behind and straightens out his burgundy satin tie.

Seokjin's tie matches a fitted burgundy Armani suit, which he wears with a cream undershirt. His hair is pushed off his forehead, bringing together the look.

He has a meeting at House of Cards with some investors who are looking to build near the Shin territory just outside Busan, in a smaller port city, and Seokjin wants to make sure those men are on Yoongi's side if push should come to shove.

But first, he plans to make a stop by the mansion to discuss something with Yoongi's little pet.

"She doesn't have to go for it," Seokjin responds, watching Hoseok's reflection with adoration swelling behind his lungs. Recently, Hoseok has been letting his hair grow out, and he looks devastating with dark brown waves falling past his eyes and longer bits tucked behind his ears.

Hoseok raises an eyebrow and cocks his head, done with his task and letting his arms hang over Seokjin's shoulders. Seokjin spins on the balls of his socked feet and wraps his arms around Hoseok's waist, pulling him close.

"I am merely planting a seed. I want the actual idea to be hers when the time comes."

Hoseok grins. "Elaborate."

"Well," Seokjin says, "for starters, the plan is terrible. Shipping her off to Busan for a week—or whatever the span of a vacation may be—is hardly enough time to turn her into an informant. She is smart enough to know that much. But I will pose it to her that way, insisting Yoongi cannot know, which will force her to stew on it. I know she wants revenge for the recent attack on Jimin at Paradise, and if Shin sends any more men to try to shake us up, it will only fuel her fire."

"And you want her to do this, because...?"

Seokjin chuckles. "Because, my love, Ryujin has always responded best to the friendships and authority of women. As sweet and empathetic as Hyunjin is, she has not gotten as close to him as we hoped. Yoongi's wolf cub, on the other hand, is the perfect bait. Not to mention, she comes from the honey bee ring, which Ryujin will sympathize with."

"And if Ryujin recognizes her from Serendipity?"

Seokjin pouts, sticking his lip out and down-turning his eyes. "Seokie, baby, you pretend I haven't thought of absolutely everything, and it wounds me."

With a roll of his pretty eyes and a soft giggle, Hoseok says, "Then humor me, love."

Seokjin rubs the tip of his nose against Hoseok's, then places a soft kiss, making Hoseok smile widely. "All we have to do is spread a rumor that Yoongi has harmed or upset her in some way. Nothing too damaging to his reputation, just a simple whisper. Ryujin may be hesitant, but, given her feelings about Yoongi, I think she will fall for it."

Hoseok leans in and mimics Seokjin's motion, rubbing their noses together, making Seokjin's heart pound just a little bit harder. "And if Ryujin doesn't believe the rumors? We don't think Yoongi was abusive to her at any point?"

"Not abusive..." Seokjin drifts off, squinting slightly while he chooses his words. "But when his parents died, he went off the deep end with drugs. All the voices have to whisper is the word heroin, and her ears will perk up."

Hoseok purses his lips, thinking over what Seokjin says but looking unconvinced.

"And anyway, she's competitive," Seokjin continues, gently kissing the tip of Hoseok's nose, "even if she doesn't buy the rumor," Seokjin kisses the apple of Hoseok's cheek, "Ryujin might still take her in, thinking she can convert her to actually become part of her family."

"Or, she might kill her," Hoseok responds with a pointed gaze.

Seokjin places a kiss on Hoseok's other cheek as he shrugs. "Sometimes, the cat must wet its feet, no matter its dislike of water, in order to eat fish."

A soft, pretty chuckle comes from Hoseok, who presses his lips against Seokjin's and then mutters, "Idioms to describe a human life, Jinnie bear? Tsk tsk."

Seokjin hums, says, "Sacrifices need to be made for the greater good," and licks over Hoseok's lips until his partner parts them, pulling him into an eager but soft kiss.

Time comes to a halt in Hoseok's arms, and Seokjin holds him tight, kissing slow and deep, savoring each taste, touch, and sound. There is nothing in the world quite like being in his lover's arms. Even the joy of watching the light die in his enemy's eyes pales in comparison. Seokjin thinks that he would do absolutely anything for Hoseok.

"Join me?" Seokjin asks. "She may be more comfortable with you around; you seem to have made a better impression on her, anyway."

"Fine," Hoseok mutters. "But I do not condone a plan that may get her killed, just so we're clear." Seokjin playfully rolls his eyes, and Hoseok smacks him on the shoulder as he continues, "I do like the idea of her running off to Busan for a while. For her sake and for Yoongi's."

"Oh?" Seokjin asks with a curious cock of the head, studying the microexpressions that tug gently at Hoseok's lips and eyes. To the untrained pupil, one would hardly notice these quirks, but Seokjin sees everything. Hoseok is nervous.

"Namjoon thinks he's becoming unhinged again," Hoseok finally says. "Slipping from reality. He's worried about another bender...so your plan to tell the voices about heroin use seems more grounded in reality than you realize."

"And you think taking her away from him won't just make him worse?" Seokjin teases, bending at the knees to smack a kiss on Hoseok's chin.

Hoseok nibbles on his bottom lip, considering his words. "I think she needs to spend more time out of the house, and out from under Yoongi's shadow. He is still very controlling, despite her willingness to stay, and whenever she's not directly in his line of sight, he gets paranoid and on edge."

Seokjin mulls it over. "I have noticed he is on edge more when we are away from home for extended periods."

"He needs to break out of that loop. We can't have a mad king on our hands. Especially one who could raze the city to the ground."

"So, we need to somehow get him to grant her more freedom, in a way that does not cause Yoongi to completely lose his shit," Seokjin clarifies.

Hoseok nods. "I'll talk to Namjoon about it."

"Good plan."

And with that, Seokjin presses one more kiss against Hoseok's lips, then releases him, linking their hands together as they make their way out of their bedroom, through the hallway, and down the stairs.

"And what is our excuse for visiting the mansion?" Hoseok asks as Seokjin sits on a charcoal grey chaise lounge beside the front door, reaching for a pair of black wingtip shoes. Seokjin slides his feet into both and begins tying the laces on one after the other.

"I am either going to catch Yoongi before he leaves for the day and discuss what he would like me to say to the investors this afternoon," Seokjin sighs, "or I will message to let him know that I was trying to catch him before he left, yadda, yadda, yadda."

As Seokjin stands and rubs his hands over his slacks to straighten them out, Hoseok pulls his black shirt sleeve back to reveal an elegant black timepiece. "He should be home for another fifteen minutes, assuming Namjoon is making him punctual and not late."

With a pleased hum, Seokjin offers an elbow and says, "The weather is nice. Shall we walk?"

The weather truly is beautiful, and the two of them take their time, walking hand in hand along the gravel path. Seokjin does not like to be nostalgic, but it is hard not to smile as he remembers the years spend in this secluded stretch of trees with Hoseok, before there were mansions on the property, and they would steal away to be alone.

As timing will have it, Yoongi and Namjoon are just about to leave when Seokjin and Hoseok arrive. Seokjin can hear the two of them laughing on the other side of the bulletproof door and opts to use the large brass knocker rather than scan his retinas, and all that.

The door swings open to Namjoon's tired but smiling face, and he walks outside, followed by Yoongi. They are in their standard black outfits, and Yoongi wears a cardigan rather than a blazer. Seokjin wonders what the two of them may be up to; Yoongi only mentioned meeting with some people concerning the mess Jeongguk recently made—which, Seokjin thinks, is a very flippant way to address a killing spree.

"Gentlemen," Yoongi calls with his arms held wide, "to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"Looking sharp, Jin," Namjoon mutters, making Seokjin grin.

"My reason to visit today is twofold," Seokjin begins. "I was hoping the chef was in so I could have a plate of his fabulous eggs benedict.

"Of course," Yoongi responds with a smile.

"And, I wanted to let you know that I will be meeting with the Choi brothers about their desire to open a casino near Busan."

Yoongi hums and then nods. "The chef is in, although, I am surprised you haven't perfected the recipe on your own."

With a shrug, Seokjin lies, "There is something about his hollandaise sauce that I cannot quite nail, but he refuses to give me the recipe."

The truth is that the chef adds horseradish rather than dijon mustard, and just a dash of dried ginger, giving it more of a bite. Seokjin figured it out almost immediately, but he likes that the chef can whip it up on a whim, saving him the trouble of purchasing the ingredients and doing it himself.

"And the men?" Yoongi asks as he reaches into his front pants pocket, pulls out a metal cigarette case, and opens it, revealing a row of perfectly rolled joints.

"Shall we offer to buy them, or shall we threaten them?" Seokjin simply asks.

With a smirk and a shrug, Yoongi pulls a joint to his lips, muttering, "Offer first, threaten second?"

Seokjin nods, watching as Namjoon pulls a lighter from his pocket and ignites Yoongi's joint, feeling glad that the two of them are finally able to be together once more. Yoongi needs a lapdog more than anything, and Namjoon is the perfect fit.

"Excellent," Seokjin says with a small bow, "then I will be on my way to the kitchen. Shall I order an extra serving for the wolf cub?"

Yoongi takes a long drag of the joint, holds it in, and then slowly lets it out, creating a plume of skunky smoke between them. "I doubt she'll be up for another hour or so."

Perfect, Seokjin thinks; he actually was hoping to be fed. "Sounds good."

The front door hadn't been closed completely, so Seokjin enters the mansion easily, stepping aside to remove his shoes while Hoseok does the same. They close the door tight and make their way toward the kitchen.

"You're so hot when you lie," Hoseok mutters, leaning in close enough for Seokjin to smell his cologne.

Seokjin twists and bends to place a kiss on Hoseok's lips, saying, "As are you, my love."

* * *

Despite having to wait more than thirty minutes on the balcony for Yoongi's darling to wake up, Seokjin considers their little meeting a success. He was certainly able to get into her head and could tell she was not ready to completely write off the idea of taking a trip by the time they made their exit, giving him just enough time to get into town on schedule for his meeting.

House of Cards is a raucous place even in the daytime when fewer men are around to throw away their money. The machines ding and play loud soundtracks, and televisions blare with various sport and fighting events.

Seokjin enters through the main doors after leaving his sedan with valet, and he walks past all the drunks and coke heads with a straight face, making his way to his decoy office on the main floor to meet with some men whom Namjoon claims are going to be good for business if they can manage to keep him on their good side, and bad for business if they do not.

Frankly, Seokjin could hardly give a fuck about what is good for business—Yoongi has inherited one of the oldest families in Korea, and by far the wealthiest. House of Cards brings in money simply by existing, and he hardly has to do any actual work. The boxing nights were Jeongguk's idea because he likes watching men fight to the death, and the wealth gained from those simply fuels the family's more expensive drug habits.

The Shins in the east hardly have a stronghold on their own docks, and the Songs in the south are happy to form an alliance when the price is right, showing loyalty to no one but their own pockets.

Rumor has it the Song family turned down the Choi men because they do not wish to be in the business of entertaining tourists, and a casino might bring in the wrong crowds. Let the tourists flock to Jeju, they say, and Seokjin agrees. The Shins, on the other hand, are desperate for anything they can get their fingers on, and more or less offered them a stretch of land.

All Seokjin has to do is offer the Choi brothers more money and an illusion of influence. Seems like the easiest thing in the world. The only variable he thinks that could possibly make those men want to side with the Shins would be an old family bond or rivalry, and as far as he can tell, these men have neither. So now, all he has to do is meet with them and find out what he can find out.

Seokjin has a way with men. A look, a gesture, and a veiled threat are all he needs to get them talking. He has no doubt he will be able to make these men sing.

* * *

Seokjin barely manages to light a cigar before his phone rings. The Choi brothers left mere minutes ago, and Seokjin had been hoping for a moment of alone time, but it is his informant who has been living with the Shin family, which makes this call potentially very important.

"Hyunjin, darling, what's the news?"

Seokjin sits back in his large, black leather chair, listening to the shocks whine as he leans, bending the springs a bit too far. He is in his real office on the second floor, and has a cigar between his teeth, slurring his words around it while he holds his cell phone to his ear. His informant, who works on Ryujin's drug-running team, sighs.

"She plans to intercept Yoongi's next shipment of pills. Apparently, one of his dock men was bought. A man by the name of Kang Daesung is going to steal the shit."

"Fuckers," Seokjin mutters, spit flying from his lips. He takes a puff from the cigar and holds the smoke in, then lets it out with a bitter huff. It feels lackluster now, and he gently stubs the cigar out on a golden ashtray, then sets it aside to let it extinguish itself the rest of the way.

Shin has really been coming for the drug operations, which has Seokjin feeling concerned for Jeongguk's safety. And his sanity.

"I am also one of the only people who knows this information, so now that I have passed it along, I have put a target on my back."

Seokjin hums and considers his options.

"You want to come home, or hop off the peninsula for a while?"

Another sigh comes through the line, and Seokjin gives him time to consider. Hyunjin has been with the Shin family long enough that leaving the country may be his best bet, but he does have a family of his own, which could complicate things.

When Hyunjin does not respond, Seokjin says, "We can get your little girl into a prestigious American school. Or Australian; there are plenty of Koreans in Australia. And we could assist with getting you and the wife nice jobs."

"Yeah," Hyunjin says. "Yeah, you're right. I'll think it over and talk to Jisu. Maybe Australia would be good."

"Let me know," Seokjin says as he thumbs through his files, opening a folder that reads "Hwang Hyunjin'' and pulling out documents. "Your passport is current, and I have a burner identity on the books with a line of credit. I can have you on a flight within an hour, any time, day or night, alright?"

"Thank you, Seokjin-ssi."

As they end the call, Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. He hates giving Yoongi bad news. This will also put another man in Jeongguk's crosshairs, and Seokjin really hopes that hunting him down will not also include killing fourteen of this man's closest friends.

Seokjin dials Yoongi and is surprised he picks up on the first ring. "Jin."

"Yoongichi, bad news."

Yoongi sighs and hums, and Seokjin continues. "Hwang called. Says Kang is planning to switch teams and sabotage the next shipment of pills."

"She bought him, eh?" Yoongi asks.

"Yup."

"Fuckers."

"Yup."

"What about Hwang?"

"I offered him an out, and he said he would think about it. Considering Australia."

"Sounds good. I may call everyone to meet later. Taehyung has an engagement until nine, so it will be a late one if I do."

"Alright. I'm headed home soon. Should have my hands full for a few hours, so after nine is perfect."

"Thanks, Jin."

"No problem."

At least Yoongi's tone was pretty flat; no reaction from Yoongi is the best reaction. Especially if Namjoon is worried about him falling off the rails.

This bump in the road aside, Seokjin considers the day a win, and he lifts his cigar, fits it between his lips, and lights it back up before locking up and heading out.

* * *

Seokjin My winning streak continues. This calls for celebration.

Hoseok In the pink dollhouse room?

Seokjin Of course, baby. Where else?

Hoseok ETA?

Seokjin 1 hour. Going to make a pitstop. I called Puppy, and he will be there in 20.

Hoseok I'll be home to get our guest ready.

Seokjin Thank you, baby.

Hoseok Anything for you, Jinnie bear.

To celebrate, Seokjin calls Hyungwon—his and Hoseok's favorite whore—to join them in one of the dollhouse rooms. Hoseok is home to get him ready while Seokjin stops at one of the boutiques to buy him a white leather muzzle that is shaped to fit a dog, with pointed ears on top and a pretty pink bow in the center.

The pièces de résistance, however, is a bar inside the muzzle for Hyungwon to bite down on, ideally making a mess of himself with drool.

One of Hyungwon's favorite toys is an anal plug with a long white tail, and Seokjin wants to see him with a pretty new accessory to match it. And, although Seokjin has plenty of items like this in his puppy playhouse room, this muzzle is a gift specifically for his most special whore. He is feeling rather generous tonight.

The drive home is short and sweet, and when Seokjin arrives, he is pleased to see a motorcycle parked in the driveway and light shining through the sheer white curtains of the first room on the second floor, confirming that Hyungwon has, in fact, already arrived, and that Hoseok must be getting him ready.

Seokjin always finds it incredible how the man can strip down from all his worn, thick leather and stand in the prettiest pink lingerie, and he laments briefly that he was not home to witness the transformation.

When Jimin first hired Hyungwon at Paradise, Seokjin thought that, perhaps, the heavens had opened up and shined just for him. He has a cold indifference to him that makes Seokjin want to break him apart and make him sob. And he does.

Hyungwon is the only man who allows Seokjin to do every little sadistic thing he desires, then leaves at the end of the session with a soft kiss and a promise to return. Seokjin treasures him dearly.

Many whores blacklist him for less.

Of course, now that Jimin has returned to their bed, Hyungwon may have to take second place, but that is a discussion for another time. Seokjin is eager to make Jimin sob again and again, but he worries about coming on too strongly and scaring him off. Jimin has always been quite sensitive, which Seokjin will never understand, but he does his best to respect it.

Seokjin takes his time exiting the car, grabbing the black paper shopping bag with an expensive monogram on all sides. He knows the men have heard his car pull up, and he wants to draw out the anticipation and make them wait.

Hoseok, in particular, hates to wait. His temper is as explosive as the incendiary devices he so enjoys crafting, and Seokjin takes pleasure in pushing his buttons.

As he punches the hex code of his partner's favorite shade of sunshine yellow into the door and waits for the device to scan his retina, Seokjin takes a deep breath and allows a hint of a smile to creep over his face.

Things within the family have been a bit of a mess lately, but everything seems to be going fairly well, aside from their drug runner turning heel. Men on the lower ranks tend to chase money, after all; they are no stranger to these types of incidents.

If he can ensure the Choi brothers remain loyal and convince Yoongi's darling to leave town for a while, everything might even be perfect for some time. Seokjin hesitates to dwell on the thought.

Once inside, Seokjin closes the front door as quietly as he can and has a seat on his chaise lounge to remove his wingtips one at a time, placing them carefully beside the rows of footwear. Then, he takes the handles of the bag gently in his fingers and creeps up to the second floor, stalking like a tiger in the hope of catching the men off guard.

He can hear their voices coming from the room, though what they are saying is difficult to make out. Hoseok has an excited lilt to his voice, and Hyungwon is speaking too softly to be detected clearly. Hyungwon is often quite soft-spoken—another thing Seokjin enjoys about him.

As Seokjin gets to the top of the stairs, he forgets that the landing step is particularly creaky, putting down his weight as the wood whines beneath his toes. He lets out the breath that he had been holding, dropping his head in a defeated sigh as a tuft of brown hair shoots out from the first door on the right, and Seokjin spots his partner.

"Gotta get that step fixed," Seokjin complains as he straightens his posture and smooths down his burgundy jacket.

Hoseok grins from ear to ear, and he stands in the doorway to the pink dollhouse room with his hair disheveled and the top four buttons of his dress shirt undone. The sight of exposed sun-kissed skin has Seokjin's heart thudding behind his ribs, and he lifts a brow, playfully assessing the sight.

"Did my puppies begin without me?" he teases as he approaches with his shoulders hunched forward to give Hoseok the impression that he is stalking his prey.

Hoseok chuckles, and Seokjin can tell he is feeling shy from the accusation as he bites his lip and shakes his head. "Hyungwon messed up my hair because he wanted you to think we had started without you. But we are being good puppies, I promise."

With a hum, Seokjin stalks further, watching Hoseok become increasingly antsy the closer he gets. "And is he all ready for me?"

"He is," Hoseok beams, taking a step back to allow Seokjin to enter the room.

Seokjin, however, pounces, pressing Hoseok into the far side of the door frame and caging him in with his arms, giving him nowhere to go. With a hand on the dollhouse room wall and the hand holding onto the shopping bag on the hallway wall, Seokjin towers over his partner and gazes down at him hungrily.

"But are you ready for me?"

A silly question, since a stipulation to being Seokjin's lover is to be ready at all times. Hoseok cleans himself every morning, and he inserts a plug every time Seokjin is expected to be home so that there is very little need for prep and Seokjin can take what he wants.

Of course, Seokjin is no monster; if they are unable to engage in play, Hoseok simply removes the plug—or gets himself off and then removes it—ensuring that it does not stay nestled up inside him long enough to cause any kind of complications or health risks.

But Seokjin tries to be very clear about his expectations, and they communicate their schedules in order to make sure Hoseok can be ready for him at the drop of a hat. Seokjin's appetite is insatiable, and it is not unusual for them to fuck five or six nights a week. One of the reasons they invite so many whores to play dress up and join them is to give Hoseok a little extra help. That, and whores tend to come pre-used.

A plus side of fucking Jimin back in the day was when he would come home from the club, already stretched from his clients. Even when he would whine about being sore and sensitive, he would be such a good, pliant boy for Seokjin. Not a day goes by that Seokjin doesn't dream about the sweet sounds Jimin would make, becoming an overstimulated, sobbing mess long before either of them would reach their first orgasm.

Hoseok's smile falters ever so slightly, and Seokjin already knows what he is going to say. He must have assumed that, because they have a guest for the night, Hoseok would not be expected to be stretched. He should know by now that when Seokjin calls with good news, that a victory fuck is in order, whether or not they are tending to a guest for the evening.

And this, Seokjin thinks, is the danger of falling in love. Years ago, Seokjin would plot ways to punish his puppy for being so short-sighted and disobedient. But now? Staring into his deep brown eyes, downturned beneath a knit brow, all Seokjin wants to do is kiss him and tell him everything will be alright. His heart has become soft.

Before Hoseok can excuse his bad behavior, Seokjin plants a soft smooch on the tip of his nose and grins. "I'm kidding," he assures softly.

"You're not," Hoseok groans as relief paints his face.

"I'm not," Seokjin admits, taking a step back and allowing Hoseok to breathe. "But I am in too good of a mood to make you cry."

"Lucky me," Hoseok teases with a wink.

Seokjin leans in and places a kiss on Hoseok's forehead, then enters the room. The walls are all painted cotton candy pink, and there is a large bed on the left with plush pink bedding and a white wrought iron sleigh frame with beautiful spiral designs at the head and foot—perfect for attaching restraints.

Hoseok's favorite addition to the room is a pale pink sex swing that hangs from the center of the space, with vines wrapped around the long arms that stretch to the ceiling. Seokjin is partial to the vanity with a large mirror that is very sturdy and perfect for humiliation play.

The wooden furniture and wainscoting are all painted pink with gold accents, the floor is covered in pink carpeting and large, white cloud-shaped rugs, and every light fixture is a giant, white orb. In the corner of the room furthest from the bed is a chair in the shape of a giant pink high-heel, and when Seokjin enters, that is where he finds their guest.

Hyungwon is breathtaking in sheer pink babydoll lingerie with little ruffled sleeves that hang from his shoulders, and a skirt that falls just above his thighs. He reclines on the shoe chair with one knee bent, bare foot adorned with pretty silver chains and rings, perched delicately atop the chair, and the other leg down, spread slightly to accommodate for the chair's width. His hair is long enough to be styled behind his ears—straight and black as a raven's feather—and he wears a thick silver choker of shimmering zirconias and a glittery lip balm.

"Master Seokjin," Hyungwon states as he moves from his reclined position—which Seokjin assumes he only sat in to be a tease, in the first place—and slowly lifts his leg, leaning forward and getting onto his hands and knees. "You look ravishing tonight, sir."

Seokjin turns to Hoseok with a puzzled expression, then back to Hyungwon, "Baby, did you give our pet permission to speak?"

"I did not, sir," Hoseok responds simply, standing near the wall with his arms flat at his sides. "But you do look ravishing tonight, sir."

How in the world Seokjin wound up with two disobedient puppies, he will never know, but he cannot bring himself to be upset when they are so devastatingly pretty and so good to him. Seokjin reaches to tap the underside of Hoseok's chin with the pad of his finger—a playful gesture that also tells him to keep that gorgeous fucking mouth of his closed unless he is asked to open it.

Hoseok smiles, winks, and does not say another word.

"I got you something," Seokjin beams as he turns back to Hyungwon, closing the gap between them.

He reaches into the bag, pulls out the leather dog muzzle, and holds it up. Hyungwon's eyes widen, and a soft smile plays on his lips. If the man truly is excited, Seokjin has no idea; all he cares about is that he acts the part, as he is paid to do. And Hyungwon, as always, is a brilliant performer.

* * *

The shower down the hall in the guest bathroom runs as Seokjin pushes a hand through his hair, walking from the dollhouse room to his bedroom. His cream shirt is unbuttoned and hung open, burgundy pants are undone, and he is covered in a sheen of sweat.

Hyungwon practically needed to be carried away when Seokjin was finished with him, and Hoseok is currently assisting with washing him and tending to his various marks with creams. Seokjin was not too hard on him, but his nails did break skin a couple of times, and he spanked him until both cheeks were tomato red.

Although it is getting late, Yoongi has called to request everyone to congregate at the mansion at the top of the hour. It gives Seokjin thirty-five minutes to change into a black dress shirt and slacks and see that Hyungwon is able to get home on his own or has a suitable bed to sleep in for the night. Ordinarily, Seokjin is not as kind to his whores, but after what he did to the guy's ass, he takes pity on him for driving out on a motorcycle.

The sound of the shower shutting off is followed by muffled voices, and Seokjin shrugs out of his shirt, dropping it into a hamper near the closet door, and grabs a black shirt from a hanger. He attempts to listen for the men—to get a sense of whether or not Hyungwon will need to stay—but all he can make out is Hoseok's bright, happy laughter.

Seokjin loves it when Hoseok laughs loud and unabashedly. It rings like music to his ears.

"Baby?" Hoseok calls down the hallway.

Seokjin takes a step out of the closet as he buttons his shirt and shouts, "Bedroom," then returns to the racks of clothing and wiggles out of his slacks, picking them up and placing them into the hamper, and then reaching for a black pair to slide into.

"Ah," Hoseok says as he rounds the corner and finds Seokjin dressed in all black. "Yoongi called."

"He did," Seokjin responds.

"For all of us?"

"For all of us."

"Hyungwon should be good to drive, but I'll go check on him."

Seokjin flashes Hoseok a smile. "Thank you, love."

Once he is ready, Seokjin switches off the light and exits his and Hoseok's massive closet, then he leaves the bedroom and makes his way down the hall, to the pink dollhouse room. The dark wood wainscoting and blood-red walls adorned with pretty brass sconces is such an abrupt change of scenery compared to the pink playroom, and from time to time, it makes Seokjin chuckle softly when he leaves one atmosphere for the other.

Hyungwon sits on the edge of the bed dressed in blue jeans, a blue and white flannel shirt, and a black leather jacket, with his hands in his lap. Hoseok stands before him, dabbing a salve to his lip, which Seokjin split from slapping a little too hard once the muzzle came off. To Seokjin's credit, Hyungwon was the one who begged him to hit him harder.

As Seokjin enters, both men turn to him with smiles, and Seokjin leans against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"How is our puppy feeling?"

"Amazing," Hyungwon responds, always saying so no matter which state he seems to be in.

"Good. And I take it your ass isn't too sore for the bike?"

Hoseok shoots Seokjin an incredulous glare, which he pointedly ignores.

Hyungwon chuckles quietly. "No, sir. Not too sore."

"Good. I will be downstairs, then." He turns his gaze to Hoseok. "Join me soon?"

Hoseok nods and screws the cap on his balm, then leans to place a soft kiss on Hyungwon's forehead as Seokjin takes his leave and goes downstairs, to the kitchen, to have a few shots of whiskey before heading out to Yoongi's place.

It does not take long for the others to join him, and they bid Hyungwon farewell with kisses to his cheeks and forehead, then link hands and take the long way to Yoongi's property, up toward Taehyung's place and cutting through the gardens. It is eerie out here at night with low lighting and tall, dark shadows. They walk all the way around the mansion, to the front door, and find Taehyung and Jeongguk on the stoop, smoking a cigarette.

"Fellas," Seokjin calls, and everyone lifts their hand hello.

"Is it just us?" Hoseok asks, and Taehyung shakes his head, saying, "Jimin is inside."

Seokjin takes a puff from Taehyung's cigarette, then goes inside, happy to find Jimin and Namjoon seated on the couch as he takes his place on the far end. Seokjin assumes Yoongi would be upstairs and is surprised to see him enter through the front door with Taehyung and Jeongguk. Once they are all seated, Yoongi begins.

"We have two orders of business, which are somewhat related. The first is that Jeonggukie has been working with a team to formalize a new type of ecstasy that contains amphetamines, to give the user more of an upper-type high. It will be smoother than the shit the Americans sell, which contain meth, and the users will crave the experience, ideally getting them hooked on it."

This news comes as somewhat of a surprise to Seokjin, but he does not show it, keeping his expression stoic. He is curious when Yoongi decided to pivot into selling drugs for the purpose of creating addicts, and thinks perhaps the man really is losing his mind. He sounds like his late father, which is no compliment.

Yoongi continues. "So far, the trials have been pretty positive, and we should have those on the streets within the next month, or so. Let Jeongguk know if you would like samples."

Yoongi sits up and sighs, "And for our second order of business, it seems our main dock man Kang has been bought, and he plans to fuck with our next shipment of pills. I will be orchestrating a hit some time this weekend."

"I can go," Jeongguk offers, and Seokjin is pleased when Yoongi holds his hand up, turning him down.

"I need you to stay here this weekend. I want us to start going to the range again, and there are some other things I want you around for. I'll put Changkyun on the job."

Jeongguk opens his mouth to complain, and Yoongi cuts him off. "Ggukie, we have men hired to carry out hits. Let me utilize them."

Silence falls, then Namjoon clears his throat. "Is there anything anyone else would like to share?"

Seokjin cannot believe everyone was called over for this, and he crosses his arms over his chest and glances around. When nobody says anything, he shrugs and says, "Guess that's it."

"Alright," Yoongi says as he slaps his palms over his knees and stands with a sigh. "I thought this would be more of a conversation, but it seems pretty cut and dry. Thanks for coming by."

Seokjin studies Yoongi as he stands, curious about what Namjoon sees that makes him so paranoid. There are bags under his eyes, and he seems quite tired, but he does not seem jittery or pale, or any of the other symptoms Seokjin tries to remember from his last bender.

It could be his more recent shift in seeming colder than usual. Prior to the pet moving in upstairs, Yoongi even went so far as to have a nasty little violent streak. Still, violence is not an indicator of drug abuse.

Yoongi has always been good at hiding shit until it is really bad, however, and he has always been quite unreadable, wearing parts of himself on his sleeve while keeping the rest locked away. He hopes that Namjoon's suspicions are false, but nobody would know better than him.

With that, everyone stands to leave, including Yoongi. In fact, the only person who seems to hang back is Namjoon. They say good night, everyone begins to head back to their homes, and Namjoon locks up the mansion as Yoongi slides his hands into his pockets and sets off in the direction of Namjoon's home.

Something is definitely amiss, but Seokjin does not feel like asking. The warmth of Hoseok's hand pulls him from his thoughts as he is tugged in the direction of home.

When they return from the meeting that could have been a conversation via group text, Seokjin sits with a huff on his chaise lounge. He bends his leg to lift it in order to untie his shoe, but Hoseok drops to his knees and places a hand on Seokjin's foot, guiding it to the floor.

"You seem off, baby," Hoseok mutters sweetly. "Let me take care of you."

With an affectionate smile, Seokjin crosses his arms over his chest and lets his posture droop in a sigh. "Always taking care of others."

Hoseok's eyes shine as he mutters, "I live to serve."

Seokjin chuckles and sits up straight as Hoseok removes one shoe, then the other, and places them neatly aside. "We both know that is untrue."

"Yes," Hoseok responds, also laughing.

Seokjin leans forward, takes Hoseok's chin in his hand, and pulls him close. Hoseok strains to get near enough, sitting high on his knees, but Seokjin stays just out of reach as he says, "You can still take care of me, though."

He revels in the way Hoseok's tone drops as he asks, "And how would you like me to do that, baby?"

Seokjin begins to think of all the ways he would like to make Hoseok whine, but Hoseok continues, "It's been a while since you've submitted to me and completely let go of control."

It has been a while. Probably months. Seokjin mulls it over with a squint of his eyes. There is nothing in this world that he likes more than pulling sweet sounds from Hoseok's lips, but he knows that Hoseok also enjoys being in control. However, relinquishing power does not come easily to a man like Seokjin.

"You are correct," Seokjin finally responds. "It has been a while."

Hoseok's eyes glimmer with mirth, and even if Seokjin had not been considering it before, he would certainly cave now. With a nibble of his bottom lip, Seokjin leans close enough to kiss Hoseok.

"I'll let you fuck me tonight. Give me twenty minutes to get ready?"

With a pout, Hoseok shakes his head. "I want to get you ready."

"Oh?"

"Please."

"Enema play, Seok? Really?"

Hoseok shrugs. "I want to watch you tremble and whimper as the water falls out."

Seokjin, admittedly, gets it. "Alright, let's go."

Hoseok is gentle as he takes Seokjin's hand and leads him up the stairs and down the hall to their master suite. He is gentle as he undresses him and leads him to their shower. Gentle when he bends Seokjin over—hands splayed on the white tile bench that runs along one wall—and inserts the nozzle of the enema. Seokjin gasps from the sensation; he hasn't done this in quite a while.

When Hoseok takes Seokjin by the hair and lifts his head, pulling him into a standing position, he is less gentle. Lifting the bag, which is full of tepid water, so that it can enter his body makes Seokjin gasp, sending a shudder through him.

Hoseok holds his chin, firm and not very gently as he says, "Eyes on me," and slowly pulls the nozzle out, releasing the water to the floor of the shower.

Seokjin keeps his eyes on Hoseok as the water rushes from him, a sensation that he thinks should not be in the least bit erotic. Hoseok knows that this is mildly humiliating, which, Seokjin thinks, is the reason he is insisting on it.

Hoseok inserts the nozzle two more times, sending water rushing from Seokjin's rectum, holding him in place while they stare into one another's eyes. Warmth covers Seokjin's face in a mix of embarrassment and arousal, and when Hoseok bends him back over right there in the shower to eat him out, Seokjin practically blacks out.

"Fuck, feels so good," he whimpers as Hoseok teases his hole with his tongue, circling the rim and prodding inside.

"You like it, baby?" Hoseok groans, biting Seokjin's buttcheek and circling a finger over him, gently pushing inside and pulling out, making Seokjin sigh and tremble from pleasure-pain.

"You know I do," Seokjin whines.

Hoseok groans. "Too bad I won't let you cum until you're begging and sobbing."

Evil. Pure fucking evil. Hoseok loves making someone like Seokjin beg. He whimpers before he can stop himself, and Hoseok chuckles and crashes a hand over his ass with a loud, wet smack.

"Come on, big boy," Hoseok sing-songs "Let's tie you to the bed and make you scream."

Seokjin already fears for his life, knowing that Hoseok will edge him for hours. But the earth-shattering orgasm that tears his world asunder, followed by Hoseok's sweet, pretty smile, makes everything worth it. How could he possibly resist?

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i didn't give Hyungwon a relationship tag since he's not a main character in the story, nor does he appear again. for those of you who aren't monbebe, this is the man i was talking about:

i also remember being too exhausted to write a smut scene when i was putting this POV together, which is why we don't get to experiencing these three together hahaha. i think i wrote Hoseok and Seokjin back to back.

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winter-dayz · 1 year

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Fictober 2023

winter-dayz

A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.

Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.

READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.

Taglist: @soobin-chois

Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream... College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror

Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror

Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love Vampire AU Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut

Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting Ghost AU Genre: Horror

Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure Dragon AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes The Purge AU Genre: Smut

Felix Lee: So naive... Fairy AU Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)

Kim Seungmin: Lonely St. Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Min Yoongi: Betrayed Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror

Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff

Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Namjoon: Reclamation Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Horror

Park Jimin: Movie Marathon Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff

Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains Shadow People AU Genre: Horror

Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror

Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Fluff

Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra Golem AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Yugyeom: Guardian Demon AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Chaeryeong: First Serial Killer AU Genre: Horror

Yang Jeongin: The Walls The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016) Genre: Fluff

Shin Ryujin: For the Best Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror

Kim Taehyung: Capable Android AU Genre: Smut

Han Jisung: The Ring Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Minhyuk: Promise Haunted House Genre: Fluff

Lee Minho: Left Behind Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut

Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Yoo Kihyun: Luring Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)

Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst

Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut

Choi Soobin: Every side of the story Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU Genre: Fluff

BamBam: Best Halloween Ever Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff

#angst #bangtan sonyeondan #blackpink #fictober #fluff #got7 #horror #itzy #monsta x #oneshot #reader #smut #stray kids #tomorrow x together #wonho

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persphonesorchid · 2 years

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Constellations Of You - JHS

Summary: A new chapter of Him and You begins. He’s waited a long time for this, for the mornings where he could wake next to you in a house you’d both made a home of.

Genre: Est. Relationship, Fluff, smut (minors begone)

WC: 3.3k

Warnings: Soft Dom Hoseok, he's a little bit mean. Unprotected sex, lots of pet names, uh Hobi puts his thumb in Mc's mouth at one point, hand on throat but not actually choking. Hoseok is soft as hell for MC and I'm gonna marry him or some shit.

Notes: Happy birthday to my man Hobi. Genuinely hope he's having a great day. Also I wrapped this fic up at like 2am this morning so if you see any mistakes, don't hesitate to tell me!

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It’s cold, and somewhere on the cusp of sleep and wakefulness, Hoseok shifts closer to you out of habit. The arm he throws over you meets the chill of the air too soon, and he lifts his head away from where it’s tucked against your neck. Sleepily, he squints against the light of the rising sun, it’s not quite there, but it’s peaking through the crack in the curtains and annoyingly, right in his eyes.

Shifting a bit more, Hoseok realizes that it’s cold where his hand is because you’ve kicked the sheets away from you at some point. Though he could see the furrow of your brows and the telling curl of your spine against his front, where you’d drawn your knees up and close to your chest.

Sighing, Hoseok sits up, yawning as he tries to pull the covers from where it’s tangled at his legs and somewhere – somehow – under you. Successful, he fixes the covers over you and sinks back into the warmth of it when you relax.

You murmur something that sounds like his name, rolling over and tucking yourself against him. Your feet are cold against his shins, but Hoseok doesn’t mind too much despite the quiet swear he lets out.

He’s awake enough now, to stare at the bare wall on the other side of the room. There’s two rolls of wallpaper leaning in a corner because you’d decided against painting, boxes stacked on top of each other because you’d both done everything but unpack them yesterday.

There’s still a lot to do, but Hoseok would like to wait until the sky is blue and he’s not as tired.

“What time is it?” you ask, lips brushing against his collarbone. He slips his hand under the oversized jersey you wore, pressing his fingers into the warmth of your skin.

“Too early,” Hoseok sighs, “go back to sleep.” He hikes his leg over your hip as you get comfortable. Just as he settles, eyes drifting closed again, you call his name and he answers with a hum that rumbles in his chest.

“When does the furniture get here?” Your voice is quiet, and Hoseok knows you’re already on your way back to sleep. He is too, and his answer is equally quiet.

“’Round eight...”

When Hoseok wakes again, you’re gone and he’s hugging the covers. There’s a clang from somewhere down the hall and a soft swear that follows. Rubbing at his eyes, Hoseok sits up, scooting to the edge of the bed to swing his legs over the side.

He walks out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen where you stand facing away from him. There’s a soft popping of eggs in the frying pan, bacon set aside on a napkin covered plate and the electric kettle is whistling. He knows better than to sneak up on you while you’re over the stovetop, so he waits until you’ve set the spatula aside.

Walking over, he wraps his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder to peer into the frying pan. You startle still, giggling, you lightly pat his arm, “You scared me.”

Hoseok places a gentle kiss on your neck in apology, “Thought you heard me.”

“S’okay,”

Hoseok sways you gently in place, forehead against the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. He’s content to just stand there, and if time freezes around him, he wouldn’t notice nor would it matter. In this moment where it’s just you and him and nothing can separate you both.

He’s waited a long time for this, for the mornings where he could wake next to you in a house you’d both made a home of. Even though, right now, it’s barely anything, a house full of your presence but lacking in memories. Something that will build in time. The space in which you’d share your highs and lows, when days would blend together on repeat and he’d lose track of them.

Hoseok could spend forever here, wrapped tightly in the little bubble of comfort. Where the scent of your coconut shampoo invades his senses and the warmth of you is a welcome sensation. He inhales softly, nose against your hair and presses a kiss where his lips could reach.

“I can’t do anything if you’re glued to me, Jay.” You chuckle, wiggling against him like a worm caught, but you don’t push him away. You turn the heat of the stove off with a quick movement of your fingers. You shift to the left and he moves with you, unwilling to separate by even a few inches. “Hoseok.”

Hoseok ignores the whine of his name, “Just pretend I’m not here.” He tightens his hold, only releasing when you whine louder.

Chuckling, he shuffles over to the kettle that’s long turned off, steam rising out of the pointed lip. The mugs you’d used last night were the only two in the cupboard overhead, and a half empty packet of instant coffee tucked into the corner. “Coffee or tea, babe?”

You look over at him, from where you’ve started cutting into an avocado. “Is the tea in the cupboard?”

Hoseok shakes his head, eyes darting to the boxes tucked in the far corner near the fridge behind you. “It's in there somewhere, I think.”

The face you make has him chuckling; he doesn’t want to go digging through the boxes anyway. He takes the mugs down, letting the dark grains of coffee roll on into them in even share. He pours less water in your mug, knowing that you’d put milk because there’s no creamer. Carefully, he takes the mugs over to the table and sets them down, the table that has two more chairs than needed but would be filled someday – one day.

You smile as you set the plates down, fingers reaching to dance at the back of his neck. Hoseok watches as you pour milk into your mug before you stick it into the microwave to bring back the heat it’s lost.

“What do we have to do today...besides unpacking everything?” Hoseok asks once you’ve settled opposite him, picking at the crust of his buttered toast.

You hum, “Grocery, and we have to replace the plates that broke yesterday. And the furniture’s supposed to be here soon.”

Nodding, you’d both spend the next ten minutes not doing much talking, mouths being busy otherwise. When finished, Hoseok does the clean up while you shower, and busies himself with unpacking the dishes. By the time you’re out, the mover’s truck is parked outside and for the next hour and a half, you and Hoseok decide how and where everything would go.

Distracted, for moments where you’d talk from different sides of the room, or doing silly dances to the hip-hop tracks coming from the stereo. And Hoseok, was more specifically distracted by you struggling to drag a large bag of drapes into the room from the hallway. You laugh as you stumble, deciding to stop and push instead of pull, the soft light from the sun coming in through the windows glows against the backdrop of your form.

“What color should we go with?” You ask, hands on your hips as you stare down into the open bag.

Long before, a good four or so years ago, Hoseok never had to worry about the ‘we’. He didn’t have to measure his actions to suit the cause and effect of another person, free to be who he was in all his lonesome. When he’d work and return to his apartment that was solely his. His own space in which he was content, where he’d cook only for himself, or didn’t have to worry when he left the toilet seat up in his half awake state.

When the framed pictures on his walls were of him and his friends, treasured moments that belonged only to them. Then, you came and that had to change, I became Us – a unit that took time to build upon and get used to. Suddenly, he wasn’t cooking for himself anymore, and he would put the toilet seat back down no matter how sleepy he was. The framed pictures on the walls never changed, only new ones were added, treasured memories that belonged only to you and him.

It wasn’t all easy, no relationship ever is. There were ups and downs, arguments where you’d both said things you hadn’t meant when anger and frustration persisted. Moments when it was better to just give each other space to cool off, and all would be forgiven after a long talk.

And there were moments where Hoseok felt like he was floating somewhere above the clouds. So high up, tethered to earth by a string that wound itself around your wrist. Sometimes he worried, in late nights after a particularly bad fight and too much whisky, that you’d cut him loose one day and he’d come crashing down like a comet. You never did, though, you’d only hold tighter to the string that kept you both.

Hoseok walks over to you, you’re digging through the bag, pulling out different shades of lighter curtains to get to the drapes at the bottom. He lays his palm against your lower back, fingers dipping under the edge of the sweater you’ve taken out of his side of the closet. You hum in question, straightening against him. “Can I help you, sir?”

“Maybe.” Hoseok smiles, letting his hand roam around to the soft expanse of your tummy and leaves it there. “I don’t need anything, just love you.”

“I love you, too?” Your brows furrow and you chuckle out your confusion. In all his dramatics and flare, Hoseok pulls away from you, a hand pressed against his chest as though wounded.

“A question?” he gasps, “Doth the fair maiden not share the same sentiments?”

“Oh, God. Never say that again.” You turn to face him, a laugh on your exhale, but you go along with it anyway; never one to deny him. “A rash assumption, Sir Jung.”

On your toes you tip, and Hoseok meets you halfway when he leans for your sake, expecting the kiss that you brush so lightly against his lips with a sweet hum. “I love you too, silly.”

Hoseok is reaching for you, but you slip away too quickly, free from the grasps of his hands you nudge the bag at your feet. “Now if you would be so kind. Help me pick a color.”

“Should we get this?”

You’re a little ways away from Hoseok, where he’s manning the shopping cart filled with groceries. You’re standing near the freezers, a box of ice-cream pops in your hand. You’re not looking at him though, instead, pondering the different flavors in your sight.

Hoseok wheels the cart and sets it to the side and out of anyone’s way. You’ve long run through the list of essentials, now, Hoseok’s only trailing behind you as you ask his opinion on random things you wanted. “If you want, yeah.”

He looks at the flavors too, and picks up a box that marketed a pistachio flavor. You glance at it and make a face, “It's not that bad,” he chuckles, taking your plain chocolate and placing them both in the cart.

By the time you’re out of the grocery and on the drive back home, it’s almost four pm. Most of the morning and early afternoon was spent organizing the house, and a late lunch left you both behind on getting everything done.

With the indicator ticking rhythmically, Hoseok turns onto the neighborhood street. You lean forward in your seat, squinting, “Is that Seokjin’s car?”

It was, and once Hoseok parked in the driveway, he’d found his friends sitting on the sidewalk. Hugs and congratulatory greetings were shared, Jungkook is holding a stack of pizza boxes, a couple more than Hoseok thinks they’d be able to run through. Seokjin’s complaining about the crick in his neck that he acquired and blames on the length of time he’d spent driving over.

Namjoon and Yoongi are standing a little ways off to the side of the group, both laughing at the fact that they’ve brought the same bottle of whisky. Jimin’s clinging to Hoseok’s frame, saying that he missed him too much even though he’d seen him the day before in the city. Taehyung’s trying to get everyone to quiet down, camera in hand and wanting to take a photo.

So you all stand there once Taehyung has the camera on the tripod and they all surround you both, with smiles and peace signs. A photo that would be framed to put somewhere in the living room. And you all clamber inside, out of the cold before Yoongi could start to complain about it. A housewarming get together that was entirely unplanned, but not unwelcome.

When the sun pulled the moon into the sky, and the pizza boxes were surprisingly empty, the boys said their goodbyes at the door. Wandering off to Seokjin and Yoongi’s cars with promises of visiting as often as their time allows.

You and Hoseok called an early night, after you’d both washed the day away. He’d left you to settle into bed while he locked the doors and windows. Eyes wandering around the space that was previously open, now comforting, and with a memory that’s on its way to sinking into the walls.

Hoseok makes his way up the stairs, after making sure he’d left the kitchen light on because you wouldn’t be comfortable if all the lights are out. He finds you, just as you place your phone down on the nightstand. Shutting the door behind him, he quickly crawls under the covers and into your space.

He draws you closer to him with an arm around your waist, kisses your shoulder where your tee shirt’s tugged down to reveal your warm skin. You shift in his hold, turning to face him and Hoseok peppers small, fluttering kisses all over your face.

Nudging your chin with his fingers, Hoseok tilts your head back enough to slot his lips against yours. The kiss is languid and patient, much like his love for you, his fingers drifting softly against your jaw and into your hair.

It wasn’t long before Hoseok’s sucking on your bottom lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth to slide against yours. His hand trails away from your hair, down and back under your tee shirt where he gently grips your hip. He brings his knee up between your thighs and he swallows the sound you make when it pressed flush against your core.

He directs the motion of your hips against his thigh, and the whimper you let out when he pulls his mouth away from yours runs like electricity on a wire straight to his cock.

The hand that’s trapped under the weight of your head twists towards you, lacing into your hair so that Hoseok could press his lips against your neck. He nips at your skin with blunt teeth, there’s a desperation in the way you try to rock your hips faster than he’s letting you and the way softly whine his name.

“Hobi.” He feels your hand curl into the material of his tee and the way you tug. He hums, too busy sucking a bruise below your jaw to properly answer.

“Want you.”

Hoseok pulls away from your neck, his eyes adjusted enough to the darkness of the room to make out the outline of your features. He needs no light to guess how you look right now: pupils swallowing the expanse of your irises, flushed cheeks and kiss swollen lips.

Tilting his head, he halts your movement with a firm grip. Allowing you your moment to protest against it, there’s a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth and dark need swirling in his chest.

“Yeah?” Hoseok coos softly – mockingly – tongue flicking out to wet his lips. He feels your nod more than he sees, and he chuckles, “Ask nicely, little girl.”

“Please, please.” You chant, begging so, so sweet for him, and Hoseok catches your hand that snuck under his tee shirt. Softly, he clicks his tongue against his teeth, and pulls away.

He shifts, raising to throw the now too warm covers off. He settles you how he wants, on your back with his knees on either side of your hips. He keeps your wrists in his hand, above your head, while his other hand teases at the band of your panties. He kisses you softly, pressing his lips against yours and not doing much else, shifting to get himself between your thighs.

“So desperate for me, hm?” Angling his hips just right, he lets his arm hold his weight and presses the firmness of his cock against your covered cunt. At your moan, Hoseok draws his bottom lip between his teeth. He could barely stand it himself, his boxers felt too tight against him, he could feel just how worked up you are. There’s a dampness that’s all you, easing the grind of his cock against you. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Touch me, please.” You request breathlessly, hips raising to meet his.

“I am touching you, doll.” Hoseok squeezes your wrist gently in his hold to remind you, and he could only chuckle at your frustrated exhale, “You know how this works. Tell me exactly or I won’t know what you want.”

He stills his hips and waits – ever patient – until you catch your breath.

“Want your hands, cock – anything, please.”

Leaning down, Hoseok presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, before he draws back again, letting go of your hands. Running his hands along your sides, he tugs lightly at the hem of your tee, “Off.”

You raise slightly, hastily pulling the shirt up and over your head. Hoseok does the same, quickly clambering off the bed to get out of his clothes and getting back in just as quickly.

He puts himself right back between your legs, a hand fumbling blindly to press against your clit. His fingers slide against you easily, sinking into the warmth of you, his other hand squeezes at the base of his cock to mirror the tightness he feels. He’d barely gotten a few thrusts in when you’d turn restless, the way your hips rose to meet the motion of his hand gave way to your frustration.

“Hobi...”

“Okay, okay.” Hoseok chuckles as your impatience is his own, too. He tugs you to him with his arms around your thighs, using a hand to rub the sensitive head of his cock against your sodden folds. A groan leaves him as he sinks his cock into you, keeping a steady pace of shallow thrusts until he bottoms out.

“Fuck, baby.” Hoseok squeezes his eyes shut, leaning forward over you, caging you in with his hands beside you head, “Always so good for me.”

The kiss you share then is teeth and tongue as Hoseok finds his rhythm, the sound of his hips meeting yours is loud in the stillness of the room. He groans into your neck where he licks and sucks at your salty skin.

Hoseok almost blows his load when your pussy clenches around him. He knows he’s hitting the right spot when you shudder, thighs tightening as you try to pull him as closely as you could. “Gonna cum?”

“Y-yeah.” Your words broken, pitched high with your need, eyes rolling back as Hoseok began to drag out his movements.

“Yeah? Then beg for it little girl.” His hand shifts, resting against your jaw gently, “Beg me to let you cum.”

His thumb slips into your mouth and you suck on it like you would his cock, tongue swirling around the digit. Hoseok groans low in his throat, cock twitching inside your cunt. Eyes trained on your mouth, he presses down on your tongue to pry your lips apart. “Come on, sweetheart.”

His fingers squeezing into the plump flesh of your thigh, hips rolling against yours, “Beg.”

“Please, please let me cum, Hobi.”

“Good girl.” Hoseok hips snap, wild and chasing his own release. Nimble fingers with jagged movements against your clit, your moans raise in pitch and it had Hoseok’s hips stuttering.

“Fuck baby, c’mon.” Hoseok’s eyes roll back, he rests his forehead against yours, “Cum for me, pl-please, baby.”

He kisses you, when you gasp his name and shudder - all tongue and teeth and a sloppy mess, pace slowing to measured thrusts, and then he was coming. His hips stutter as he mutters a string of curses that blends into your name. There’s stars behind his eyelids and he can’t hear past the rushing of the blood in his ears.

Your fingers are running through his hair when Hoseok finally feels like he’s not melting into a boneless puddle against you. He presses kisses to your skin, wherever he could reach, with a lazy smile.

“Hobi,” You grunt, though there’s humor in your tone as you pat his side, “Please get off me I can’t breathe.”

Hoseok sighs, long and drawn out, “But I like it here.”

“I will bite you.” It’s a threat, and a promise, and Hoseok takes it seriously. Carefully, he raises up and off you, sitting near the foot of the bed.

He rubs at your calf with a light touch, “Wanna change the sheets now or after a quick rinse?”

“After,” you mutter, “I don’t even think I can move right now.”

Chuckling, Hoseok helps you sit up, crowding your space once more to place a kiss against your nose.

When all is said and done, you’re both laying in bed again, on fresh, cool sheets. Hoseok has his arm around you, and you’re both sleepy enough to drift away in the comfort that you’d both created.

"I love you.”

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bangtaninborderland · 1 year

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JHS- Twisted Feelings (10)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Genre: idol!jhope × fem!reader, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, ongoing series

Warning: none for this chapter!

A/N: I’m back from seeing yoongi and it was such an experience. This is kind of a filler but I love building these characters up. Did you miss twisted feelings as much as I missed writing it?

Ch.09 < Series Masterlist > Ch.11

You woke up later than expected, Na-Rae not leaving until 1 am definitely being a bad idea. You were thankful for the late night/early morning shower you had taken which allowed you to get ready in half the time you usually would.

Today was Yoongis day, you would be lying if you said you were excited. At first, he seemed to be easy to have a conversation with but the recent events with the translation mishap only served to leave him suspicious of you, which admittedly is not great when you have to spend hours teaching him.

The conversation last night still bugged you, keeping secrets was never your thing especially when it came to work and your career but Rae had made a few good points on just why the Jung-Woo story had to remain a secret. No company would want a near murderer to work with their most precious assets.

The company lacked the reporters that Jungkook had mentioned swarming the building yesterday, you were grateful for how quickly Bighit seemed to manage security infractions.

“I need your company ID.” The woman’s voice was familiar and you recognised her as the same woman from the day of your interview.

“Oh, of course so sorry.” You chuckled lightly hoping to break the tension as you hand over the company-issued ID, the smile she returned to you is faker than the Gucci sunglasses you chose to wear this morning at the sight of the raring sun but you brushed it off, wanting to start the day in a good mood.

Even if she was a snarky bitch.

She sighed loudly, sliding your ID pass across the desk. “You’re signed in, next time come straight to the desk with the ID please.” You gave her a nod before walking away, you were not going to lose this job by running her face along her keyboard, not today at least.

The rest of the walk was quiet, a few idols passing by giving you small nods and others completely ignoring your existence. You were fine with both, too tired to care.

“Where’s your smile this morning?” You were not expecting Hoseok to come up behind you, his touch on your shoulder making you physically jump.

“HOLY SH-“ you turned to face him, calming at the sight of him and quickly composing yourself. “Hoseok-ssi.”

He tried to hold his laughter in but failed, his eyes creasing. “Sorry sorry I’ll warn you next time, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You lied, forcing a small smile.

“Would you like to get some coffee? There’s a machine around here.” His face was warm and for some reason you wish you didn’t have to decline.

“I have a class with Yoongi-ssi. I’m already short on time.”

“I’m sure Hyung won’t mind, I’ll call him now besides he was stressed and stuck on a song anyway so you probably would sit waiting for a while anyway. Only if you want of course.” He pulled out his phone waving as if tipping the scales on your decision.

You held up your hands in agreement. “Okay…but only and I mean only if he is okay with it, I would like to try and be a little happier for my class with him especially if he is having a stressful day.”

He nodded at you, grinning as if he had just won some kind of award. It left you wondering if he was truly like this with everyone. “He said it’s fine.”

“Lead the way.”

The walk there was pleasant, similar to the last time you had gone together. Hoseok made small conversations, mostly about random information he had learned about the world and his craft. His eyes seemed to hold a particular shine when he mentioned the fun they had on tour, the story of how they would pick rooms when they were unable to have one to themselves making you double over in laughter.

“Here let me.” You swiped your card, paying for both yours and Hoseoks' coffee.

“Oh.” He took the cup, eyeing you as he stirred in the sugar. “You didn’t have to do that we get them free.”

“Still, my treat. I’m happy to pay, you got the last one.” You added your own milk, stirring it before wrapping a tissue around the cup. “I’m going to get ready for my class with Yoongi-ssi, even if he is working I should be there when he finishes to start whenever he is ready.”

“You take your work very seriously, don’t you?”

You smiled, nodding. “I do, I think if you commit to something it should be taken seriously even on hard days or days you don’t want to do that particular thing.”

He hums, his lips pressed together in a hard line. “What do you think about giving up?”

“Giving up on?” You responded, sipping at the froth of your coffee.

“Anything.”

“I think in order to give up you must be brave enough to face what happens when you do, many people find a weakness in it but I find something admirable. I also think it’s okay to take a break, if you give up you can always try again. I think there are two sides to it because in life we want to see those around us reach a level of success that makes them happy so in some cases it’s okay to encourage people to not give up and to keep working towards their goals, giving up should never be something final. It’s okay to stop one thing if there’s something you want more.” He stared at you and you were absolutely sure you’d said way too much but before you could apologise he began to speak.

“Not many people have a mindset with views like that, I think when they get to know you more the members will like you.” He come to a stop as you reached the genius lab studio.

“Hyung?” He tapped his knuckles on the door, trying the handle to no avail.

“Wait.” Yoongis gravely voice called out, it was an easy sign he had been rapping. “I’m coming.”

The door opened and a dishevelled yoongi stood before you. “Oh shit.”

“Hyung!” Hoseok exclaimed.

Yoongis eyes shot open before he shook his head, apologising. “Sorry, I forgot we had a class. Let me just save my work.”

“It’s okay, take your time I’m here all day.” You tried to sound as reassuring as possible, not wanting to leave him feeling bad. He nodded to you before turning away, the door closing behind him.

“Sorry, it’s a busy time.” Hosoek swirls his coffee, sighing.

“You don’t seem as stressed, I thought there’d be staff running around and non-stop practices. Sorry, I don’t have much of an idea regarding behind-the-scenes stuff. Award shows are intense.” You try to laugh off some of the awkward and somewhat sad tension that fills the air, wanting to bring back the calming vibe held between you only moments ago. “Things will be okay.”

“Thank you. Give it a few weeks and it will be exactly like that, this is more of the mentally draining process. Preparing and practices are structured, it’s when the last-minute details get finalised and songs get finished, altered or scrapped. We’ve changed songs entirely a day or two before the same goes for choreography.”

You never truly understood how difficult it was for artists, especially the biggest group in the world. Sure it could be hectic at award shows and more than once you’d been privy to a group argument or mishap backstage but you’d never fully grasped the difficulties they face and you never be able to but you knew looking at Hoseoks false smile, you’d do anything to try and help. “If there’s anything I can do let me know, I know my work here is only a portion of the difficulty you face and has an entire lower level of importance but don’t hesitate to ask for something if you need it, the same goes for all the other members.”

“That’s really kind of you, I’ll pass it on to the other members. I should get going Hyung won’t be long, you’ll be okay?”

You stare stupidly for a moment before blinking “Yeah I’ll be okay, thank you for getting coffee with me.”

“Thank you for paying it was re-“The door beside you leading to Yoongis studio swings open, stopping just before it hit the wall.

“Oh, sorry.” The rapper mumbled, locking the door behind him. His previous state of stress was seemingly better.

“I’m just leaving Hyung, I’ll stop by later to go over those demos.” Hoseok gives you a smile before leaving, heading in the direction of his own studio.

Yoongi watches the younger man disappear around the corner before talking to you. “Sorry about the wait, you have an office right?”

“There’s no need for apologies it’s absolutely fine and yes I do, please follow me.” Thankfully there wasn’t much of a distance between Yoongis studio and your significantly smaller but still cute office.

The artist looks around some before taking a seat at the table. “It’s cosy here, you are allowed to decorate I’m not sure if anyone has told you that.”

“One of the managers did but I wanted to wait a little, I thought it would be better to focus on settling in and building up lessons with yourself and other members first.” You shuffled through the folders you had assembled for each member, finally finding the black one with Yoongi across the label.

“You made us folders?” He raises an eyebrow as you place it down on the table. “Colour coded too?”

“I like organisation and the colours for the most part were random.” You laughed, handing him a pen.

“So there’s no reason in particular mine is black, Jungkooks is black and Jin Hyungs is bright pink?”

“When you look at it that way.” You paused allowing the small joke you’d built up between you to linger. “Maybe you’re right, I’ll never spill my secrets when it comes to my filing process.”

“You sound like me when I would talk about my old USB sticks.” You felt relieved you were able to break the tension that had accompanied your previous meeting with one another.

“What can I say, I’m a genius.” You both laugh for a second before he begins reading over the lesson plan you handed him seconds earlier. “You said you wanted to be able to have conversations and you weren’t too happy with your pronunciation so I thought we could go over some exercises that may help you sound clearer. I also thought we could work on some vocabulary, because you don’t want to be fluent to the point you could live in a foreign country I think just relearning basic sentence structure and vocabulary should be enough.”

He scanned the sheet, “You really were thorough with this, to be honest when Hobi pulled you out of a job to be a translator I had more than one worry. I’m glad to see you taking this seriously.”

“He didn’t exactly pull me out of a job.” You laughed, handing him a highlighter. “My contract was nearing its end and it gave me an opportunity to have time to write and work.”

“What do you write?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

“Stories mostly, anything my imagination can conjure. I like creating a world I can escape to, where anyone can escape to even just for a short while. It’s nothing special I’m just trying to have a book published.” You laugh lightly, attempting to brush off the sudden embarrassment.

“I think that’s similar to music, I love reading I think it’s admirable you’re following your passion.” You were happy the atmosphere between you felt calmer, and he too seemed to be less stressed.

“Thank you.” You often wondered why people would do something that stressed them out to such a degree of devotion but you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t understand, when you love doing something you accept whatever it comes with.

He placed the sheet down, uncapping the pen. “Should we start?”

“Sure, whenever you’re ready.”

Whenever you were teaching time never felt slow, you were used to that. Work being slow all the time despite the fast-paced environment but here it wasn’t like that, it was too fast nor too slow but time seemed to fly away which is how you were surprised when the alarm yoongi had set went off, declaring the end of the class.

You’d spent the two hours discussing conversational English, mostly things he already had an idea of but needed the specifics clarifying. He had attempted to speak English for half of the class but gave up when his memory of the language came to a standstill.

“Already? Did I set the alarm wrong?” You knew the question wasn’t directed at you as he picked his phone up, double-checking the time. “How did I do?” He turned to you, sliding the exam-style sheet back.

“You did well especially for your first class, don’t be overwhelmed by the vocabulary or speaking even. These things take time and you have to take them slowly. For an English speaker to become fluent in Korean it can take up to five years, we have an advantage because most of the time it’s taught in school, you have an extra advantage on top of that because of your continued exposure to the language. Things like vocabulary and pronunciation are easy compared to grammar and you seem to already have a great idea of that. So my overall rating is that you’re making my job very easy.”

“Maybe I should ask you to make me a report card to show my parents.” He laughs, standing up.

You follow suit, walking towards the door to open it. “If you need one let me know, I’ll even stamp it.”

“Yes, teacher.” He laughed. “Thank you for the class.”

“Please don’t thank me.”

“What are you doing here,” Yoongi asked, his voice pitched in surprise.

You greet both Taehyung and Hoseok as they step around into the doorway. “Here to pick you up Hyung, Namjoon says you’re needed for the army track.”

Yoongi shifted his feet, shaking his head. “What happened? I thought we were finished with that song already.”

“We were but Namjoon Hyung hit the wrong button and now it sounds funky rather than family,” Taehyung responded, laughing.

“It’s not that serious, we just need your input to make sure it’s back where it was.” Hoseok responds, seemingly calming Yoongis' sudden worry. “How was the class?”

You don’t realise the question is directed at you until the room falls silent. You look up from the patch on the floor to see three sets of eyes on you. “Oh, OH forgive me I’m so sorry I spaced out. It was an amazing lesson, Yoongi-ssi is an exceptionally fast learner.”

“Ah Hyung I’m proud.” Taehyung slaps his hand over his chest, pursing his lips together as he fake cries. “Is this what proud mothers feel like?”

“Why a proud mother why not a proud father?” Hoseok asks, thrown off by the comment.

“Because it’s Taehyung. Come on let’s go.” Yoongi turns to you, saying a quick goodbye. “Thank you for the class once again.”

“Literally any time.” You respond, waving them all out.

They leave in a hurry and suddenly the busy room is left with you and you alone. You just about sit down before your phone busses with a notification.

You can’t help but smile at the new text from Hoseok that reads:

JHS: “Your job isn’t unimportant nor is it easy. Have a good day.”

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miastideclock · 2 years

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masterlist

hello, my loves! i'm back i guess? i have updated the masterlist, so here we are♡ please let me know of you feel i have labeled my posts wrong in terms of angst or triggers, and we can look into it together!! thank you x

also, take these labels with a pinch of salt as i have zero clue what the damn hell i write :)

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fluff; ᰔ angsty-ish; ☁︎ triggering; TW suggestive, and i use that term loosely; ༄ stupid/attempted humor; 𓍯

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stray kids

bang chan ink, a bang chan series (finished) part zero, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen, part fourteen, part fifteen ᰔ ☁︎ 𓍯 bang chan drabble, “can i sleep here tonight?” ☁︎ bang chan drabble, “the one where the dog gets away.” ☁︎ bang chan drabble, “exhausted.” ☁︎ bang chan social media ᰔ 𓍯 bang chan drabble, “figure it out.” ᰔ ☁︎ bang chan drabble, "bunny." 𓍯 bang chan drabble, "home." ᰔ bang chan drabble, “quiet” ᰔ bang chan drabble, "nightfood" ᰔ 𓍯 a year with bang chan; ᰔ january 2nd february 14th march 2nd april 17thmay 30th june 4th july 14th august 1st september 12th october 3rd november 1st december 31st

lee know lee minho drabble, “water.” ☁︎ lee minho drabble, "whale watchers". ᰔ

changbin seo changbin social media ᰔ 𓍯 valkyrie street, a seo changbin series (coming) ᰔ ☁︎ ༄ 𓍯

hyunjin hwang hyunjin drabble, “i’m right here.” ᰔ ☁︎ TW

han han jisung social media ᰔ 𓍯 han jisung drabble, "cruise ships" ᰔ

felix lee felix drabble, "how incredible." ᰔ ☁︎

seungmin none yet

i.n yang jeongin drabble “inside beauty.” ☁︎ᰔ

group and plurals stray kids reaction to their soft s/o accidentally cursing ᰔ stray kids reaction to their girlfriend flinching ☁︎ stray kids reaction to their s/o sleeping in their bed ᰔ stray kids reaction to their s/o filming an intimate scene ᰔ stray kids reaction to their relationship going public ᰔ stray kids reaction to their s/o being shy about their singing-talents ᰔ 𓍯 stray kids reaction; everyday texts ᰔ 𓍯 stray kids reaction; love at first sight ᰔ stray kids reaction; realizing they love you ᰔ stray kids reaction: dancing with you at 2am ᰔ stray kids as taylor swift songs ᰔ𓍯 bang chan & hwang hyunjin drabble, “1. 16. 33.” ᰔ ☁︎ TW-ish 3racha reaction to ice skating ᰔ 𓍯 3racha reaction to their girlfriend being from a different country ᰔ stray kids drabble, "twisty-tie." ᰔ stray kids drabble, “tan lines and late nights.” ᰔ stray kids texts, summer edition ᰔ

dating bang chan ᰔ𓍯 dating lee know ᰔ 𓍯 dating changbin ᰔ 𓍯 dating hyunjin ᰔ 𓍯 dating han ᰔ 𓍯 dating felix ᰔ 𓍯 dating seungmin ᰔ 𓍯 dating i.n ᰔ 𓍯

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bts

rm kim mamjoon drabble, “drunk.” ᰔ kim mamjoon drabble, "chai lattes." ᰔ kim namjoon drabble, "go to gate." ᰔ kim namjoon drabble, "2. 21. 50." ☁︎ kim namjoon drabble, "9:52pm" ᰔ

v kim taehyung drabble, "the ringing of a library." ☁︎

group and plurals rm, suga, j-hope drabble, “ddaeng.” ༄

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extras

pick a number

name playlists sasha leigh anne leilah alice rubina grace darryl

former

day6 day6 reaction to kissing their crush ᰔ day6 reaction to being in a long-distance relationship ᰔ day6 at their wedding ᰔ kim wonpil drabble, "highschool!au" ᰔ

got7 im jaebeom drabble, “cravings” ᰔ

monsta x shin hoseok drabble, “you make me feel alive.” ᰔ im changkyun drabble, “are you really in love with him?” ᰔ im changkyun drabble, “10. 45. 49.” ᰔ ☁︎(?) chae hyungwon drabble, “oceans.” ᰔ ☁︎ chae hyungwon drabble, “1. 38. 41.” ᰔ lee jooheon, drabble “I Love You.” ᰔ

nct jung jaehyun drabble, “for you” ☁︎ TW

seventeen seventeen reaction to asking you to be their girlfriend ᰔ seventeen hip hop unit at their wedding ᰔ seventeen reaction to you overhearing them confess their feelings for you ᰔ seventeen reaction to meeting their ex girlfriend ᰔ

Feel free to request, but please read the rules first! Thank you x

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chapter 1

“Thank you good sir” i havent seen this in a serious manner in a long time, and laughed cuz it sounded like 1890s memes 😭 im sorry

pulls the door open with ease. NO WAY I PUSHED AN PULL DOOR BYE U DIDNT HAVE TO ATTACK SOME OF US LIKE THAT 😭 violence i will be meditating

ALSO IS IT TAE OR JIN AAH HOLD ON JOON IS TALL TOO maybe kook??

“I’ve been a student here for quite some time actually” this sits at the same table as "how long have you been 17? a while"

oh it was jooniebug WHY IS OUR PRESIDENT A DICK 😭😭

“At least I don’t look like a stoner from the seventies” JIN STOP, HOBI U LOOK AMAZING

funky what is funky why is funky when is funky where is funky how is funky who is funky

what is she studying to have history and human anatomy together?/srs. ooh literature with different stuff for minor

boi i havent heard the word coolio in a decade, the last time probably while reading ff in 2014

oh my god its the bad boy. is it yoongi? YES I WAS RIGHT

4 HOUR LECTURE ON ONE TOPIC?? BOI I WOULD HAVE DIED AND RESURRECTED IN THAT TIME. i have 2 hour lectures with 5 minute after an hour and its amazing

"No reason really”, *plays why u always lying meme

Hoseok agrees with a quirk of his perfectly styled eyebrow. YES HIS EYEBORWS ARE HOT AS FUCK

ofc kook is a sports major

rest of the Alpha dirt”, damn hoseok really got beef with them

status from royal blood? eww hoseok is slay for that *me acting like i wasnt being a thot while reading yoongi, tae, kook drabbles/oneshots

FUCK SOCIETY

“Dear lord, give me strength”, jin and joon with bangtan

JIMIN WTF U WERE SUPPOSED TO BE LIL FLUFF BEAN *bitch stop u knew how they were in the beninging(yes i misspelled for the meme) YES KICKING IN THE SHIN SUPREMACY

what is a hacky sack? i found out its a game? but what is he exactly studying lol?

also its the way she is making friends and talking to people LIKE SHE SPOKE WORDS YALL could never be me, sure i would have asked someone to help me to my classes but i wouldnt be talking after that, would have said im busy even though im not

if you would excuse me, but you’re quite weird, BYE IM LEAVING THE EARTH THIS IS THE 2ND TIME IM EMBARRASSED you can find me in 134340 business days, where i will be rotting under my blankie bye

“Perfect, now that everyone is welcomed accordingly. an example of when theater theaters in the most theater form

It leaves you wondering what he meant with that. u know what he meant by that, this is where you do the whole twilight thing

“I feel I just witnessed a man high on three different drugs theatre kids in a nutshell (apparently people on tumblr are either gay, english major or a theatre kid, and i sent the meme to my friends, guess what they said................... "looks like you fit all three category" our schools dont have it, but im apparently a theatre kid to them 😭)

WHY DOES THIS MAN WANT TO KILL ME SHUT UP I HATE YOU GO AWAY *gets closer again

How is he walking that quietly you walk with your entire feet, part by part, like in those "special" shoes ads, that helps in reducing sound. slow yet quick

“well, that is indeed a predicament.” oof so elegant, classy, AND RUDE (there 2seok, happy?)

your voice actually comes out squeaky. girl mine would have came quiet yet squeaky way before 😭

BABY CONNECT THE DOTS HOW DID THEY GET THAT FAST QUIETLY??

let’s get the 1860 one.” IS SHE THAT SPECIAL?? WHATS GOING ON AAAH

Seokjin actually answers him with a quiet “yeah!” OFC HE WOULD DO THAT

THEY GOT DEAD BODIES IN THE FREEZER

If you died here tonight EXACTLY U GONNA DIE BYE GIRL, YOU WILL (NOT) BE MISSED jk jk lol

ig kook is scared of girls *eww that was cringe bye Maybe he just needed to take a really urgent shit OH MY GOD PLS😭😭 this is going to stay in my mind forever, everytime i see him running im gonna think of this no doubt

“exactly, that is the reason. He is really shy.” aww such a shy lil bean OK BUT IK THATS NOT THE REASON *inserts suspicious hobi eyes

you must have the crispiest oxygen sounds like an indian water ad, that said "more of oxygen " Arrey yaar h2o water has not turned into h2o2 toxic hydrogen peroxide 😭

i love ur descriptions, they are very picturable and i love the vibes. it is soo good, i could smell the place? the seats, library, just the university smell, restaurant. it was great. i dont think my words do any justice lol

NO WAY I PUSHED AN PULL DOOR BYE U DIDNT HAVE TO ATTACK SOME OF US LIKE THAT 😭 violence i will be meditating

I think this is like a universal human experience to push a few pull doors lmaooa

ALSO IS IT TAE OR JIN AAH HOLD ON JOON IS TALL TOO maybe kook??

questions over question mhmhmmhm

oh it was jooniebug WHY IS OUR PRESIDENT A DICK 😭😭

QUESTIONS OVER QUESTIONS INDEED

what is she studying to have history and human anatomy together?/srs. ooh literature with different stuff for minor

honestly? i gotta be honest with you, don't think too deeply about the logistics of her studies. i chose her courses for the sake of plot and nothing else LMAOAO

boi i havent heard the word coolio in a decade, the last time probably while reading ff in 2014

coolio still slaps like 10/10 word (also you see how I made them using "outdated" words wink wink almost as if they were from a different time wink wink)

oh my god its the bad boy. is it yoongi? YES I WAS RIGHT

BADBOY YOONGI AWOO

Hoseok agrees with a quirk of his perfectly styled eyebrow. YES HIS EYEBORWS ARE HOT AS FUCK

THEY ARE THANK YOU FOR SAYING THAT

ofc kook is a sports major

djjfja thinking back, it makes no sense for him to also study JFJDAFJ (you'll understand it later fasdjfj)

JIMIN WTF U WERE SUPPOSED TO BE LIL FLUFF BEAN *bitch stop u knew how they were in the beninging(yes i misspelled for the meme) YES KICKING IN THE SHIN SUPREMACY

HAHHHAHAH he may have tricked you fadjfjas

what is a hacky sack? i found out its a game? but what is he exactly studying lol?

yes it's a game fakdsfka in theory he studies dance PLEASE don't think too much about the logistic I literally just went with vibes

i get both sides like i would want to make friends but would be too scared that they would hate me FADJFJ if people like 2seok talked to me though? helloooooo :)

if you would excuse me, but you’re quite weird, BYE IM LEAVING THE EARTH THIS IS THE 2ND TIME IM EMBARRASSED you can find me in 134340 business days, where i will be rotting under my blankie bye

hahahahhaha this part is actually so embarassing bHAHAHHAHAHAH

i don't get the hate on theater kids, all I see is people who don't fit into the "societal norm" and are therefore labelled as weird losers. we don't have stuff like "theater kid" or "sports kid" in Austria either becuse school is solely there to study not to offer clubs but I still never understood the weird hatered some clubs get in America jfdjfa

THEY GOT DEAD BODIES IN THE FREEZER

👀👀👀👀

as for now it seems like he is ooooh 👀

“exactly, that is the reason. He is really shy.” aww such a shy lil bean OK BUT IK THATS NOT THE REASON *inserts suspicious hobi eyes

SUSPICIOUS INDEED MHHHHM

OMGG THANK YOU!! gosh this is actually such a big compliment :( I'm so happy to know that I managed to really make you exprience the place gaaah thank you for this review heheh 💜💜

#asks: sanguis alpha #asks #minusback #tw: long post

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mintyjin · 6 years

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mermaid au: wonho

sorry for the late post!!! I have no excuse except that I’ve had the very best day I’ve had in a while and I’ve just been basking in it lmao

every summer, you go to the same beach at least once

it gives you a sense of peace to revisit a familiar shore

to sit on familiar sands

and it’s not a very popular beach, but it’s all the more gorgeous because of it

the beach is clear of trash, the waters more deeply blue, the town free from the grossly touristy stores littering other spots along the shore

you love to rent a paddleboard and row into the ocean, ignoring the slight burn in your arms as the wind gently moves your hair and the sun warms your skin

once you get past the rougher waves near the shore, the water is much easier to push through

so you sometimes lay back on your paddleboard and close your eyes

feeling the waves lift you slowly up and down

the sun bright red through your eyelids

one day you were doing exactly that, one hand hanging in the water, when suddenly, you were thrown underwater

to be more exact, you were pushed underwater as a wave crashed into you, throwing your board far from arms reach

you felt yourself turn in the water, your hands outstretched, unable to find the surface

briefly, your head breached water and you took in a gasping breath

but seconds later you tasted only seawater

your hands scraped against corals and sand and needless to say, you felt your heart pounding from fear

stories that start with the feeling of drowning don’t end well

your lungs are burning and you can’t see a way out of the situation

and then something takes your waist and pulls you backwards

you vaguely make out the sight of the wave rolling over your head

and then you’re pushed up to the surface

gulping air, you look frantically around for whatever it was that saved you

it wasn’t what you expect, to say the least

there is a boy staring at you

a handsome boy… with dark, kind eyes and pale hair

ok y/n not what you need to be focusing on you almost drowned a minute ago

“Are you ok?” he asks

“I-I’m fine. Ah, are you?” you ask between coughing from swallowing sea water

because obviously he was in the same situation as you to have been this far from shore

“Huh? Yeah, of course!”

you look back towards the beach and you’re not that far out anymore, but you’re feeling too winded to try to swim back right away

your paddleboard? no where to be seen

“We should get you back to shore…” the boy says

“You, too…” you start, but then you notice something kind of… odd

the boy has…. scales…. lining his jaw and hairline

he watches your eyes trace his scales and laughs almost nervously

“Um, so-“

“Hold on, I just need to check on something,” you say, ducking under the water, your eyes wide open

and there, in front of you, is a tail

like. a tail belonging to the boy who saved you from near drowning

you pop back up out of the water, sputtering

“You’re. You’re a mermaid!”

is he shy? he’s a little pink and is rubbing the back of his neck but he’s also shooting you a kilowatt smile

“Yeah, I am... which is how I saw you get pulled under. Are you sure you’re ok?”

you’re like yes of course I’m ok

but also you’re like.... were you,,,, watching me???

he’s like oh well,, um,,,, I’ve seen you here before and I just wanted to make sure nothing bad happened to you... that’s ok right?

wait... you’ve seen me before?

he’s like yes you come here every year don’t you?

and this is.... not how you thought your day was going to go

but it’s strangely touching that this boy... mermaid... didn’t want anything bad to happen to you

the ocean is a scary place, after all

and there are a million things you want to ask and say but instead you smile, laughing incredulously, and say, “Thank you. I’m Y/N.”

he’s smiling so bright the sun seems to get darker when he says, “I’m Wonho! And I couldn’t just let you drown- it really doesn’t deserve thanks.”

“Of course it does!”

“No, really. Ah, maybe I shouldn't say this?”

“What?”

“I’m kind of glad you got knocked off... because I wanted a chance to talk to you without scaring you.”

and you're like... yeah... if you had just popped up out of nowhere I probably would’ve screamed

and he’s like,,, lightly splashing you with water

“I’m very scary, Y/N, I don’t blame you.”

you splash him back and yes. it turns into a war

and you’re laughing and having the time of your life

totally brushing past that whole thing where you almost drowned

cause wonho is so easy to get along with

he’s just a good person.... mermaid.

of course you want to talk to him, to learn about him

(not just because he’s a mermaid, mind you, but also because he seems so kind)

(and he’s hot)

but you feel your limbs growing heavy, your brain getting foggy from the stress of the day

“Let me swim you back to shore,” he says, moving closer

you’re too stunned by everything to protest, instead nodding

you’re like... this might as well happen

and he gently takes your waist in his hands like he did when he got you out of the wave’s grasp and wowwww you’re suddenly very close to his face

he notices your flustered expression and looks down, shooting you a wink

you’re like, “Are you flirting with me?”

“Blatantly.”

but hmmm he’s blushing so the confidence act really isn’t fooling you

you just wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tight as he starts to swim you to shore

and every once in a while, the end of his tail is visible above the water for a second or two

and maybe it should be a little more weird but... it’s very pretty

wonho is very pretty

just stating the facts

and his hands are cool against your skin, flushed from exposure to the sun

and when you get to shallow water, you release your hold on him and he sets you down ever so softly

but his hands,,,, they’re still on your waist

his eyes are darting between your lips and your eyes

and you’re so, so down to kiss this boy

mermaid, whatever

but instead of a kiss, you feel his hands leave your waist

and you’re like wait no get back here

but his hands are going behind his neck to unlatch a necklace

you didn’t notice before but... the stone on his necklace is peculiar

kind of a milky white, but you could swear it changes color when it leaves his chest

he reaches around behind you and fastens the necklace around your neck

“Wonho, what-”

“It’s bonded to me. If you come into the ocean near here, I’ll feel it. And I’ll come see you.”

you place a hand over the stone on your chest and you could swear you feel a subtle warmth from it... along with... a pulse?

“I’ll come back soon,” you promise

“Pinky promise?” he says, smiling

you lock your pinky with his, returning the smile, and say goodbye

but as you unlatch your pinky, he takes your hand to his mouth and kisses it

“See you soon, Y/N!” he says, and then he’s gone

like... the boy just disappears

gone into the waves

but you look down at the stone on your chest and feel the small beat it emits and...

wonho will keep his word, you know it

he’ll be there the next day

spoiler alert: you were right. and he was so happy to see you again

#monsta x #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x reactions #monsta x wonho #monsta x wonho scenarios #monsta x fluff #monsta x wonho imagines #monsta x wonho fluff #wonho #shin wonho #shin hoseok #shin hoseok scenarios #shin hoseok imagines #shin hoseok fluff

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squishylilmochi-blog · 6 years

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֎ Dating Shin HoSeok (Wonho)

sweetest and purest person on earth

(Fight me in this!) o(´・ .・`)9

although he looks confident and strong

inside he’s really insecure

and a scary-cat

is a very sensitive person

can speak out his mind and heart easily

he’s more innocent than what it might seem like

if you stare at him intensely

he’ll blush quickly

(will hide from you his rosy cheeks with a smile on his face)

his favorite sound is your laugh

there will be lots of hugs

and kisses

he loves having long walks as you hold hands

doesn’t really care about gender tho

but his person has to have one quality

(which is a MUST have)

that person must know how to cook

(Y’know, he wants his ramyeon well done~) ~~旦⊂(･∀･ )

he loves coffee

so having dates in a cute cafe won’t be a surprise

loves movie nights

cuddling in the sofa

will take you to the gym from time to time to have a ‘date’

(more like to show off a little in front of you tho)

not that you complain ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

loves animals

and children

(Have you seen him in ‘Monsta X Ray ep.5’? OMG such a cute guy~)

marriage is not in his plans

at least in the near future

now a little of NSFW Time~

in one word: SWITCH

a soft and caring lover in bed

will check on you all the time

will not let you leave the bed until you’re in cloud9

not that you complain tho

LOVES ORAL

both, giving and receiving

is an experimentalist

will try anything new, at least once

but has two favorite positions:

doggy style

(so that he has the control and can go deeper) ʅ（´◔౪◔）ʃ

and the cowgirl

(so that you take control and he has a nice view of you) (*＞ｖ＜)ゞ*゜

lots of whispering

loves biting your ear

is kind of a teaser

will leave you hanging from time to time

loves it when you get sexually frustrated/triggered

hearing you asking for it, turns him a lot

has a thing with public/open places

so you better get ready for some action in those kind of places

(mostly in cars, balconies, swimming pools tho)

will leave love bites

everywhere

every inch of your skin will be touched and kissed with passion

will hug you till you both fall asleep

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Collateral 🗡️ 12: Loose lips sink ships

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

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🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon 🗡️ word count: 11.6k 🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+ 🗡️ chapter warnings: the return of our favorite gossip girl Felix, graphic descriptions of violence (use of incendiary device to start fire, use of kunai knives and glass to stab & slit throats, use of drugs to force an overdose, smothering), sleep paralysis nightmare, fingering and face-sitting in the garden, joonbug is a real softie, 2seok are up to something. 🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin! <3 🗡️ posted on jan. 2023 | read on ao3 🗡️ note: happy new year, friends! so excited to kick off 2023 with a chapter of my beloved Collateral! this chapter was fun to write, and it is introducing so many things that will be important for the rest of the story. the descriptions of violence in this one are pretty wild, so please be ready!

Light pours into Yoongi's bedroom, and you grumble as you stretch your arms over your head, feeling the final dredges of sleep wash away to wakefulness. The bed is empty, and the light pouring in is still soft with hints of pink, signifying dawn, so you assume that the men had gotten up much earlier and probably will not be back until afternoon.

Feeling hunger pangs in the pit of your stomach, you grumble and concede to getting out of the warmth of the giant, lonely bed, to make your way into the kitchen for something to eat. Perhaps Felix or Changbin will be around to join you—though you still feel put off by the latter's behavior the last time you saw him, you would still welcome his company.

As you push the heavy door open, making your way out into the balcony, you find two bodies sitting on the bench outside your bedroom door. However, neither are the men you expected.

Seokjin sits tall in a burgundy three-piece suit with one leg crossed over the other, holding his phone as if he is watching something on the screen. Beside him, Hoseok is dressed in his standard black garb with his head on Seokjin's shoulder, smiling at whatever he is looking at. Suddenly, you feel exposed walking out in only one of Namjoon's oversized black shirts and panties, and you take a step back to rethink your attire and consider putting on some of Yoongi's sweatpants.

However, before you can make it back into the safety of the master bedroom, Seokjin looks up and, with a grin, clicks his phone off and keeps his attention on you.

"Well, well," he mutters, "if it isn't the wolf cub we were hoping to see."

You rock on your heels, still deciding whether or not to excuse yourself into Yoongi's room, but Hoseok sits up straight, and Seokjin stands, both with their eyes fixed on you.

"Come," Seokjin says, slipping his phone into his front pocket while holding out his free hand. "I have something I would like to discuss with you."

"Oh," you mutter, reluctantly stepping forward and padding over to the men. "Okay."

"Before we begin," Seokjin says, moving into your personal space and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Seokjin wears an expensive-smelling cologne—woody and musky with fruity and floral notes; more feminine than you would expect. "This proposition I have for you...it has to stay between us."

"What do you mean?" you mutter as Hoseok stands before you with a pointed stare.

"We have devised a plan to spy on the rival family," Seokjin says.

"Yoongi's ex," Hoseok adds, though you already know.

"But in order for this plan to work, Yoongi mustn't know."

You hum, already feeling trepidation over doing something behind Yoongi's back that involves mafia activity. Especially considering the Shin family is all the way in Busan; how would they suppose you can spy on them?

"We have a little bird on the inside," Hoseok continues, "but he is afraid to get too close."

"We were thinking," Seokjin says, "that if we could get you into her home, you would be able to get a lot more information."

You shake your head. Into her home? Absolutely not. Not to mention—

"How would we get me into her home without him knowing?"

"Deception on both sides, of course," Seokjin answers as if it is nothing. "Yoongi gets word that you are feeling suffocated and cooped up, and you need to take a vacation. I offer to set everything up—as I am wont to do—and we send you to Busan."

"And Ryujin?" you ask incredulously. "She has already seen my face. How would we get me into her house?"

Hoseok shrugs. "Someone leaks information that you are being abused and need somewhere safe to hide from the Min family. She's a softie; she'll take you."

The thought of framing Yoongi as abusive to win his ex's favor settles like a brick in the pit of your stomach, and you tense in Seokjin's hold, clenching and relaxing your fists at your sides. In an attempt to play it off, you shrug and scoff, rolling your eyes as you glance from Hoseok to Seokjin.

"A softie? She sent men to beat your boxer to death, and to attack Jimin. I would hardly call her a softie."

"Compared to what your hubby does," Hoseok snarls playfully, "that's nothing."

A shiver runs through you at the word hubby. Something about it stirs your insides in all the worst possible ways. Setting that aside, the plan seems foolish. How long do they expect you to feign being on vacation? Getting to know someone well enough to spy on them is something you imagine would take months, if not a year, at least.

"This plan is terrible," you respond, turning away from Seokjin and letting his arm fall away from your shoulder. "I can't imagine I will be able to gather as much intel on her in the timespan of...whatever a getaway is."

Hoseok shrugs. "So we tell him you're on sabbatical."

"It won't work," you insist. "Yoongi is far too clingy for that."

Seokjin hums, and you turn to find him studying you with squinted eyes.

"If I revise the plan and make it more believable, would you reconsider?"

There is a part of you that wants to say yes, if only as payback for what they did to Jimin. But there is no way someone as possessive as Yoongi would let you leave. And even if he were foolish enough not to see through the lie, you doubt that Namjoon would be.

"If it is actually a believable plan then yes, I will reconsider."

Both men smile, and Seokjin reaches to pat you on the shoulder. He shares a knowing glance and says, "Loose lips sink ships," before turning to walk down the stairs.

"See you soon, little cub," Hoseok sing-songs, following close behind.

You sit on the bench outside your bedroom door, feeling the soft upholstery on your thighs, and wait for them to get enough of a head start before making your way to the kitchen. Part of you hopes that Yoongi has been around all along, rendering the whole conversation moot so you can all move on and forget about it altogether. But, when you finally do make your way downstairs, toward the kitchen, the main hall is empty, and the mansion is quiet.

After a small breakfast of cereal and fruit, you walk into the main hall to find Felix at the entrance, kicking off his shoes. You fail to hold back a squeal as you run through the hall, and Felix looks up with a wide smile, holding his arms wide to catch you.

"Hello," Felix beams in his deep voice, Australian accent adding unnecessary consonants—something you have missed dearly.

"Poolside!" you shout as you step out of the hug. "Champagne and catching up! Don't say no!"

"I wouldn't dream of saying no," Felix responds, rubbing a palm over the top of your head as if you are a child. To his credit, you are still running around in nothing but a giant t-shirt and underwear, which seems like something a child might do.

With a mock-offended groan, you swat Felix's hand away and turn, running for the stairs. Although Felix follows behind, his footsteps are much slower, taking his time. You slam your bedroom door open and jet into the closet, tugging Namjoon's shirt off as soon as you are safe around the corner of the walk-in, and fling open a drawer that contains bathing suits.

Grabbing a black two-piece, you hardly give it a glance as you hop out of your panties and into the suit, then you yank the first baby blue sun dress you see from its hanger and unceremoniously pull it over your head, spinning it several times around your neck before your arms line up with the correct holes.

Felix appears in the doorway in swim shorts and a tee.

"I wore the trunks here knowing you would wanna swim," he says as you pad over.

"Of course you did," you mutter in response, delighted by how predictable you are, and the two of you bound down the stairs.

The moment you step outside, the bartender approaches, and you wonder if the poor guy ever takes time off—what must his hours be like? At least he has the wherewithal to leave the open bottle behind right away, saving himself a trip. It only takes two glasses of bubbly before your lips are too loose for your own good—ignoring Seokjin's earlier advice.

"Is the mansion bugged?" you ask as you hold your champagne flute to your lips.

Felix's eyes widen, and he stares unblinkingly for several seconds. "Why do you ask?"

With a shrug, you mutter, "Just curious."

"Are you having conversations you don't want master Yoongi to hear?"

With a scoff, you shake your head and mutter, "Please do not call him that," making Felix laugh.

"On the contrary," you continue, "I may have overheard a conversation that I wonder if he should know about."

You do not want to divulge what Seokjin and Hoseok said to you up on the second-floor balcony, and attempt to separate yourself from the conversation. All good lies come from a place of truth, after all.

"But you don't want to snitch," Felix suggests with a grin.

"Of course."

"Because snitches get stitches."

You chuckle as you say, "So I have heard," then you gulp back the rest of your champagne. Felix finishes his, as well, and takes your glass to refill it.

"No," he continues as he pours, "the mansion is not bugged, save for the dining halls, I believe—rooms where meetings with outsiders may take place. But, as far as I know, those systems are only switched on when needed."

You nod and accept your full glass, taking a sip.

"Yoongi trusts his men implicitly. So if the conversation you overheard was between two of them, then you may want to sow some seeds of discontent, making Yoongi investigate on his own. Or record any future conversations they may have."

"Do any of the family men need Yoongi's approval to enter the mansion when he's not here?” you ask, eager to sway the conversation.

Felix shakes his head. “The family men have twenty-four-hour access. And the retina scanner pings Yoongi’s phone so he always knows who is coming in and going out.”

“I suppose you also have access, since your room is upstairs.”

Felix blinks at you several times as if confused, then chuckles and shakes his head.

“We only occupy that room when Yoongi wants constant watch over someone. Changbin and I live elsewhere, on a nearby property.”

“Oh,” you mutter. That explains why you have not seen either of them in a while.

“And we do not have constant access. Yoongi sends us a code for the door that changes daily, so we can only come in on days when he wants us to.”

You suppose you should not be too surprised that Yoongi is paranoid even of his security staff. He is, after all, more powerful than even you still realize, but something about it is a bit unsettling…though, what that something is, is hard to put your finger on. You decide, instead, to sway the conversation a bit.

"And the parties that used to take place out here? Which have all but stopped."

"Mostly Jeongguk and Taehyung's doing, as far as I know," Felix responds. "But ever since the whole ecstasy fiasco, they stopped letting people over. And with Jeongguk getting stabbed..."

Felix trails off, and you find yourself biting back a smirk. It is, of course, not funny that Jeongguk got stabbed, but whenever you remember a very exasperated Seokjin carrying him over his shoulder while Jeongguk was high out of his mind, you cannot help but feel amused. He is fine, after all.

"What...was all that about?" you ask, wondering if Felix can even tell you. "Namjoon and I met up with Changkyun once to beat some information out of a couple of guys, but I haven’t heard Namjoon or Yoongi mention it since.”

The surprise in Felix's voice takes you off guard. "Yoongi never told you?"

You shake your head and shrug. "No, but, to be fair, I never asked. And we have had other things come up, I suppose."

After a pause, Felix asks, "Are you sure you wanna know?"

You nod, wide-eyed and eager, and you must really look silly because Felix chuckles and shakes his head.

"The whole thing feels like a scene from a movie, honestly; it was so weird hearing about it that I almost didn't believe it was real. Even while I watched it, myself, it felt too insane."

Anticipation hangs, and you watch as Felix stares at you with a grin. You kick his shin and urge him to continue.

"Alright, alright," he says. "But it gets pretty...gruesome at times. So stop me if you need to."

"I'm a big girl," you tease, "I can handle myself."

"Yeah?" Felix challenges with a raise of his eyebrows. "Do you know how many men Jeongguk killed that night?"

Until this very moment, you were unaware that Jeongguk had killed anyone that night. You shake your head as your eyebrows knit—the concern written on your face only seeming to delight your friend all the more.

"Fifteen," Felix says slowly, drawing out each syllable.

"Fif—what?"

With an eager nod, Felix takes a gulp of his champagne and begins. "Apparently he had these ecstasy pills that were laced with meth, and he popped two of them, drank down a bunch of whiskey, snorted a pile of cocaine and just went ape shit on a room full of men who were linked to the one guy who ripped him off."

Your mouth hangs around words like who and what and how but nothing comes out.

"I watched the security footage, so everything I am about to tell you is the truth. And you need to believe me when I say it is the craziest shit I have ever seen. At one point, Jeongguk reached into his shirt and pulled out a kunai knife that he twirled on the end of his finger. And over the course of the fight, he pulled out several more, so I don't know if he had like a bandolier of them strapped to his chest, or something."

"Kunai?" you ask in disbelief, and when Felix nods, you add, "Like, from Naruto?"

This makes Felix double over, spilling some of the champagne from his glass.

"Yes!" he shouts as his head hangs between his knees. "Like from Naruto!"

The idea is so funny that you join Felix in laughter; you know that kunai is a real weapon, but you have never actually seen them used outside of television. Of course, the fact that Jeongguk used these knives to at least kill some of the fifteen men is hardly funny, but the visual is just ridiculous. What kind of person is Jeongguk? This is a question you find yourself thinking about often. What goes on inside his head?

"Okay," Felix says, sitting up with tears in his eyes. "I will spare you all of the gory details, but basically, Jeongguk orchestrated a gathering of these fifteen men—including the one who had stolen from him, Jae."

The name Jae rings a bell from when you accompanied Namjoon to beat those two men with a baton.

"They were at some dingy bar that Jeongguk owns, and Jeongguk showed up, told the outside door guard not to let anyone out, and bid the bartender farewell. Then, he hopped over the counter and began constructing a molotov cocktail."

Already, this sounds like a fever dream, and you take a gulp of champagne, feeling tipsiness begin to swirl in your chest and head.

"So," you inquire with a raise of an eyebrow, "he grabbed a bottle of..."

"Vodka."

"Right, of course," you respond, biting back a grin. "Then he shoved a rag into it and what? Lit it on fire?"

"Exactly."

"Wh—" You begin to wonder who in real life, in their right mind, even thinks to do that. But then you remember that Jeongguk was most certainly not in his right mind.

"Then, he hopped up onto the bar with the incendiary and chucked it over the crowd of men so that it smashed against the ceiling, raining fire down on them."

Again, you attempt to ask questions that never form, only finding yourself able to mutter, "That...sounds fake."

"It was honestly incredible," Felix beams, perhaps a little too excitedly. "Fire rained down on these men and they began to panic. Only one man caught fire to the point of needing to stop, drop, and roll, but the commotion it created was precisely the type of chaos that someone like Jeongguk feeds off of.”

You imagine men running around frantically as their hair and clothing burn, and although the imagery is cartoonish in your mind, the idea makes your stomach churn.

“Jeongguk managed to isolate the Jae guy and restrain him to a pipe,” Felix continues. “It’s an older brick building, kind of industrial, with some of the pipes coming out of the walls and snaking back in, and I believe Jeongguk used handcuffs to restrain his wrist. Then, he went to town on the other fourteen while Jae watched.”

“What do you mean by he ‘went to town’ on them?”

“With the kunai,” Felix responds as if it is obvious, then he screws up his face in thought. “Mostly by stabbing the tips into the men’s necks, or slicing their throats open. A couple men attacked with punches, and he would use one blade to punch into their arms, blocking their swings, while advancing with the other kunai into this jugular. Some got headbutted before throat-gauged. It was a mess. At one point, there was so much blood on the floor, and vodka from the Molotov, that a guy slipped and broke his head open on all the broken glass.”

Suddenly, you do not think you want to know how the situation escalated so much that Jeongguk got stabbed. Though, considering he was outnumbered and the floor was covered in broken glass, you can wager a guess.

“One of the details I overheard Taehyung tell was that in his pocket, Jeongguk had a bloodstained mouth guard. Imagine that sight. Jeon Jeongguk, high out of his fucking mind, covered in blood and sweat, wielding kunai knives with this wide, plastic grin. Maniacal.”

“And he only got stabbed once?” you ask incredulously as you remember all the substances in his system while he fought all these men.

“Twice, technically, but from the same guy. He most likely got cocky. He was facing Jae—saying his final words, I assumed, judging by how he stood—and a guy who must have been playing dead before gathered two large pieces of glass and first tried stabbing him in the guts under his ribs, but only really managed to get him between the shoulder blades.”

“And, let me guess,” you deadpan, “he got a kunai to the throat?”

“Two to the stomach, I believe. He was already bleeding pretty badly, though from where, it was hard to tell.”

“And I assume Seokjin found him somehow and brought him home?”

Felix nods.

“Luckily, Jeongguk had the wherewithal to call Seokjin before it all went down and tell him he would need a ride home. Unfortunately for Seokjin, however, Jeongguk failed to mention he had driven his bike into town.”

A scoff rocks through your chest as you try to imagine Jeon Jeongguk—dressed head to toe in his standard mobster black attire with his pupils dilated into black disks—riding a bicycle like a carefree child.

“And this bike,” you inquire, failing to hold back a smile, “what does it look like?”

Felix beams. “Oh, it’s the cutest thing! Mint green with a little brown basket on the handles.”

“You’re lying,” you mutter in disbelief.

Felix shakes his head. “It has a bell and everything! He pulls up to the house and brrring brrrings it with a shit-eating grin.”

Now that is something you would pay to see.

“Wait, so Seokjin brought him back here on a bicycle?”

With a hum, Felix says, “He must have a luggage rack over the back wheel, because Seokjin complained about him sitting behind him, leaning hard into his back while his feet kept slipping from the pegs and bumping into the tires.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Good thing I befriended Jimin and not Jeongguk,” you mutter.

With a knowing grin, Felix leans forward and says, “According to a little bird, Jimin recently orchestrated a murder, too.”

“You’re lying,” you gasp as you chug back the rest of your champagne and begin to refill your glass.

Felix shakes his head and holds his empty glass for a refill, as well. “Well, I think technically, Seokjin finished the job. Jimin is by far the biggest softie of the group.”

"And the least soft one is Jeongguk, I presume?" you mutter jokingly.

Felix's eyes widen, and he says, "That would be Taehyung."

You cock your head to the side, pointing an ear in his direction, as if you may have misheard. "Taehyung?"

A grin tugs at Felix's lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Taehyung didn't become a doctor because he likes to help people. He became a doctor because the human body fascinates him, and he enjoys ripping them open. He just happens to be very good at taking care of the select few men he has no desire to rip open. Evidently, the man has a stare so deadly, it makes even Jeongguk cower. But this is all conjecture; we do not dare talk about Taehyung's personal life unless he tells us something directly."

“This is too much information,” you grumble as you top off Felix’s glass and set the empty bottle onto the small table between the heads of your poolside beds.

You definitely want to know more about this situation with Jimin, but after Jeongguk’s murder party, you have heard enough; you cannot even begin to fathom what goes on behind Taehyung's closed door. Instead, you store the information away for later, chug the remaining champagne, and then ask Felix if he would like to swim.

You must have fallen asleep poolside after returning to the padded bed, feeling a little too drunk and quite a bit tired. The last thing you remember is Felix continuing to swim and convincing the bartender to strip down to his briefs and join him.

Although your eyes are open, everything poolside seems strange. It feels muted and still, and although you can hear the gentle sloshing of the water and several distant male voices, you are unable to detect any movement. Like an abandoned movie set, closed up, and left for the night.

A shadow looms over you, and you wonder at first, if you are imagining it. It looks huge—great enough to fully engulf and crush you if it wanted to. You attempt to close your eyes or look away, but you are stuck, paralyzed as the shadow hovers closer and closer. In the recess of your subconscious, you recognize that you are still dreaming and that you need to wake up.

Although you open your mouth to scream, nothing comes out. You thrash and claw at the cushion below, but it is useless as the shadow creeps closer and closer. It does not even touch you—does not have to—yet it pushes the air from your lungs until they burn, desperate for oxygen.

Warm hands touch your shoulders, and you hear a familiar voice.

"Hey, sweetheart? Are you having a nightmare?"

Namjoon—an anchor in a storm—gently pulls you from hell, and you sit up, eyes wide and pouring tears as you gasp for breath. The sun is still up, and although you are in the shade, everything is incredibly bright, causing you to squint. You feel dehydrated—mouth dry with a headache blooming in your temples. A product from day drinking in the heat.

"Fuck," you mutter under your breath, overwhelmed and out of sorts. "How long have I been out here?"

Across the pool, Felix is asleep under one of the awnings, curled up like a child and gripping onto a bottle of champagne. You cannot help but snicker.

"Long enough," Namjoon responds sweetly as he sweeps hair off your seat-sticky face and leans in to place a kiss on your cheek. "Are you hungry? We were thinking about grabbing dinner after a shower."

You do not have to ask who we is, though you do wonder where the other half may be.

With a smile, you nod and mutter, "Sounds perfect."

Namjoon stands and twists, then scoops you up, carrying you into the house. Your sundress is still discarded on the end of the pool bed, but you decide not to bother with it at the moment and curl against Namjoon's chest, breathing him in.

"Did you have a good day?" Namjoon asks, deep voice vibrating from his chest to yours.

"I did until the nightmare," you admit sheepishly.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Concern laces Namjoon's voice, making you feel so giddy, you bury your face into his neck and shake your head.

"Just sleep paralysis."

"Glad I came to find you at just the right moment, then."

Gently, slowly, you press a kiss into Namjoon's skin. Then two. Then three.

"Me too."

Upstairs, you enter Yoongi's room to find his shower is already running. Namjoon takes you straight into the en suite and sets you down beside the sink, then turns to the linen closet to grab more towels. You begin to strip from your bathing suit and tiptoe toward the shower. It feels like ages since you have seen Yoongi—even though you fell asleep in his bed last night—and you want to surprise him.

Namjoon, however, stops you with a firm hand around your bicep.

"Hey Yoon," he announces loudly. "We're here to join you."

"Perfect," Yoongi grumbles, voice sounding uncharacteristically low.

"Best not to surprise a mob boss," Namjoon mutters into your ear, giving you chills. "Even a shampoo bottle can become a weapon."

You clear your throat and nod, forcing a smile. Suddenly, you feel apprehensive to find what kind of mood awaits you. However, when Namjoon steps ahead and pulls the shower doors open, you find Yoongi standing below a stream of water with his head back, rinsing off with a small smile on his lips. Suds fall from his nearly jet-black hair, running down past taut muscle, deep scars, and pretty pale skin.

Yoongi straightens out and rubs the water from his eyes, then fixes you with a soft, happy smile.

"Darling, come," he says with his hands outstretched, and you realize you had been standing and staring from the doorway the entire time.

Namjoon makes his way past Yoongi, grabs a rag, and lathers it with liquid soap. You enter slowly, closing the door behind you, and let your eyes flit between Namjoon and Yoongi, feeling the dizzy, shitty sleepiness from napping after day drinking as you approach Yoongi and let him pull you into a hug under the warm stream of water.

"I only saw you this morning, yet I missed you all day," Yoongi mutters softly against the side of your head.

You chuckle and hug him tight, letting water pool in the space between your cheek and his chest.

"I was asleep," you tease, and Yoongi responds with a soft, "And looking so precious all bundled up."

Seokjin's proposition from this morning comes back and sends a chill through you. The thought of deceiving Yoongi and leaving him feels impossible, and you decide that even if he does come back with a convincing lie, you will turn him down again. And again, and again, as much as it takes.

"I always miss you," you admit quietly.

Yoongi kisses your temple and pulls from the hug, so you drop your arms to your sides and glance up at him, taking in his sullen expression. Even with his lips tugged into a smile, you can see sadness in his eyes, and you reach up to stroke his cheek and neck.

"Everything alright?" you ask softly.

You do not miss how Yoongi's gaze flicks to Namjoon before he glances back at you and gives a smaller, less convincing smile.

"Everything is not alright, but we are working on it."

Dread pools in your tummy, and you swallow a lump that's suddenly formed in your throat.

"Oh."

"Nothing you need to worry too much about," Namjoon says as he begins gently rubbing a sudsy cloth over your back and arms. "Jeongguk and Jimin made a couple of messes that we have to...clean up."

Your conversation with Felix returns, and you nibble on your bottom lip.

"I may have heard something about that."

"Did Felix tell you?" Yoongi asks, voice stern but steady. You worry that perhaps Felix was not supposed to tell you and that he might get in trouble, but as you nod, Yoongi's expression softens. "I was hoping he might. It probably came out a lot more playfully than if one of us explained it. And, although Jeongguk's mess is not yours to worry about, it does affect what happens under this roof, so you have a right to know."

"And Jimin?" you ask before you can stop yourself.

Namjoon washes your legs and taps each ankle so you can lift your feet one after another, making this conversation feel so out of place during such a domestic moment.

With a sigh, Yoongi's gaze falls.

"Jimin found out the man he was dating was sent here by Ryujin to spy on us. Allegedly, according to Jimin, Jiyong said that he stopped performing his duty when he and Jimin got serious, which caused Ryujin to send someone to shake Jiyong down, but rather than following his order, he ended up booking Jimin at Paradise and attacking him. You saw the aftermath of that."

"Jesus," you mutter under your breath. Your heart aches for Jimin—for how he must have felt to find out the man he may have loved was working for the enemy.

"So, Jimin drugged him with the intention of killing him, but he called in reinforcements when it didn't go according to plan."

"Seokjin," you mutter, remembering the smug way he regarded you this morning.

"Gotta hand it to Jimin," Namjoon says as he turns your body to face him and rubs the cloth over your chest and stomach, "his plan was extremely tidy. Mixing triazolam and codeine into cocaine with the intention of forcing an overdose is some black widow shit. I would have just left a bullet in his skull."

The thought of Namjoon shooting a man in the head makes your blood turn cold, and you wrap your arms around your chest.

"What did Seokjin do when he arrived?"

"Smothered him with a pillow," Yoongi answers simply, and your eyes fall to the tile floor. You feel bad for Jimin, who must have been pretty heartbroken to be unable to complete the task without help.

"The men Jeongguk killed are more or less nobodies," Namjoon adds as if to assuage the tension that suddenly hangs. "Only one of them has a family who might come looking, so Yoongi is going to make them an offer and pay them off."

Yoongi adds, "Jimin and Seokjin's target is a little less of a ghost. When word travels back that he was killed by our men, Ryujin may retaliate, so we need to prepare for that. And find out if any of the people who Jimin met through Jiyong can also be bought."

"Sounds complicated," you mutter as Namjoon approaches the line of bottles and squirts more liquid onto the cloth to clean himself.

"It's not, really," Yoongi says. "Men care more about money than pretty much anything else. But, this will take me away for a day or two. I want to meet with everyone as soon as I can, while making a bit of a loop through the city to find out whether anyone may be trying to tail me. Gonna stay at one of my hotels and pretend to lay low."

"Oh," you mutter, turning your gaze from the spot on the wall that you had spaced onto, to Yoongi. "When?"

"According to the terror twins, the brother of the man Jeongguk killed has accepted an invitation to House of Cards tonight at 11 PM. If all goes well, I should be back tomorrow night."

"The terror twins?" you ask, glancing between Yoongi and Namjoon, who both crack a smile.

"It's what we lovingly call Taehyung and Jeongguk," Yoongi says, and Namjoon adds, "Behind their backs only."

You suppose that after everything Felix has told you, the name makes sense. Overwhelmed by the thought that Yoongi could be putting himself in danger by meeting with these people, you wrap your arms around him, pulling an oof from his lips as you slam his chest into yours.

"Darling, I'll be fine," Yoongi assures you as he lifts his arms and gently drapes them over your shoulders. "Namjoon will be here with you. I'm sure that with all the attention he is willing to give you, you will forget that I am even away."

Petulance overtakes you at Yoongi's candor, and you release the hug, giving his chest a playful shove as you pout, "Not funny."

"Alright, no rough-housing in the shower," Namjoon says as he takes you gently by the arms and pulls you into a stream of water to rinse off all the soap that he has so kindly covered you in.

"Let's unwind with takeout and a drink before I go?" Yoongi offers once Namjoon has finished washing himself. You find Yoongi fixing you with a devious grin, and you feel the last of your frustrations melt away.

"Fine," you concede, pouting once more, though less convincingly.

Namjoon is the first to exit, and he dries off, wrapping the towel around his hips, then he grabs a second towel and holds it open for you to step in, draping it around you with a kiss to your forehead. He does the same for Yoongi, and you watch in awe as Yoongi momentarily melts in his hold, then searches for you with a smile.

With several hours to spare, you return to the bedroom, to the large couch while Yoongi and Namjoon exit the room for several long minutes. They return with a bottle of white wine but no glasses, and you pass the bottle around and enjoy slow, sloppy makeout sessions with both men until a pile of Chinese takeout is delivered to the room by a very drunk, very sleepy Felix.

By the time Yoongi has to get dressed and leave, you are back to feeling tired, and you curl against Namjoon's naked chest, doing your best to avoid the erection beneath his towel. Perhaps later, when it is just the two of you, you will work him up again just to help him out.

"Feel free to have fun without me," Yoongi groans against your lips as he pulls you to your feet and kisses you goodbye.

Rather than respond to his invitation, you lean in for a kiss, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with worry.

"Please be safe. Come home in one piece."

Yoongi smiles against your lips.

"I will, darling. I promise."

Namjoon walks Yoongi out, muttering to him while thumbing through his cell phone, and you hang back and pad over to Yoongi's closet for some clothing as a shiver runs through you. Although you are certain that Yoongi has gone on missions that are far more dangerous, you fear for the worst.

The conversation that you, Yoongi, and Namjoon had about love has been playing on repeat, thawing a part of your heart in a way that you never expected it could, and it serves only to ramp up your anxiety. You grab an oversized tee from the section of the closet that Namjoon has begun filling with his own clothing, and a pair of sweatpants from Yoongi's side, slipping into each garment before making your way back to the far side of the bedroom.

When it is the three of you, the size and shape of the dark blue sofa is welcoming—an invitation. But alone, you feel small and uncertain, and you bring your knees to your chest to sit in a ball and move your fingertips along the soft blue fabric while you wait for Namjoon to return.

It does not take long, and when he steps into the room and closes the large doors behind him with a smile on his face, you relax and allow your lips to tug into a gentle smile of your own. You twist and sit high on your knees, resting your arms over the back of the couch as Namjoon approaches.

"Oh, sweetheart," Namjoon drawls, "don't look so worried. Yoongi is in good hands." With a playful raise of his eyebrow, he sits beside you and adds, "And so are you."

"I know," you respond softly, suddenly embarrassed by the surge of emotion that feels almost overwhelming and difficult to parse.

"What would you like to do in the meantime? We can eat some more, watch a movie, go to bed early...I think we have a stash of Jeongguk's molly if you wanna get real weird."

You let out a boisterous laugh, feeling the mood lighten.

"I think I'm good not dipping into Jeongguk's ecstasy stash after the story Felix told me."

Namjoon laughs and shakes his head.

"That shit Jeongguk had sucks. It came from America, laced with meth. The stuff we actually put on the streets and do ourselves is pure, not laced with anything. Just a clean, euphoric high."

That actually does sound nice, and you imagine how adorable Yoongi and Namjoon would be while rolling.

"Maybe when Yoongi is back," you concede.

Namjoon chuckles as he says, "Deal."

"A movie might be nice. I haven't seen anything in ages."

Namjoon reaches for a remote that sits on the small table and turns on the large television that must have been installed on the wall at some point while you were passed out poolside. Every streaming service you can imagine—and some you have never heard of—come up, and you watch as Namjoon scrolls through and chooses one, then surveys the options.

When you finally settle on a film that came out earlier in the year, that Namjoon seems excited to watch, you curl up to his side, suddenly feeling the weight of everything dragging you down. Perhaps you should have opted to sleep, instead.

Namjoon fiddles with some controls that are nestled between the various cushions, causing both your and his sections to recline, with the bottom of the couch becoming an elevated footrest.

"Is this good?" Namjoon asks with his lips pressed to your temple, adjusting to wrap his arms around you. "Do you mind if I stay here and watch the movie?"

"'S nice," you mutter against his naked chest—he still wears only a towel.

Draped over the back of the couch is a soft, tan blanket, and Namjoon grunts quietly as he twists and yanks, making his best effort to grab it without jostling you around too much. Your lips tug into a lazy smile as you wrap an arm and leg over him while he covers the two of you and pulls you close. You do not make it past the opening scene before you are sound asleep.

Briefly, you wake to the feeling of Namjoon slipping out from under you and removing the blanket. You groan from the sudden cold, and from being pulled from your slumber, as Namjoon scoops you up and carries you to bed. The sheet and blanket are cold beneath you as he sets you down on your back, and you roll in toward the center, curling into a fetal position as the mattress dips behind you and Namjoon's warm, strong arm wraps around your waist, cradling your back against his chest.

"Sleep sweet, beautiful," Namjoon mutters into your nape.

"You too," you grumble, drifting back into the dark, warm heaviness of sleep.

You are not sure if you imagine Namjoon whispering he loves you or if he really does, but you think you might say it in response if you were more awake. You think that, perhaps, you could come to mean it the way he wants you to—the way you think you would like to.

"Yoongi expects to return sometime tonight," Namjoon reports as he steps out from the bathroom with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, wearing a plain white tee and black basketball shorts.

You nod and use the palms of your hands to rub the sleep from your eyes, then stretch with a long, deep yawn. Sunlight fills the room, dappled by dark blue curtains, and you let your hands fall to the mattress, to your sides, as you adjust to being awake.

"Alright," you mutter in response as Namjoon leaves the room to rinse his mouth. The sink runs for a moment, and you hear him swish and spit, then shut the faucet off.

"I was thinking maybe we could walk around the gardens today?" Namjoon offers as he returns.

He grins as he climbs onto the end of the bed on his hands and knees and begins to crawl to you, and you cannot help but smile back with affection blooming and bursting behind your ribs.

"That sounds nice," you respond as Namjoon places his arms on either side of you, hovering close and caging you in. He nuzzles his nose against your neck, and you giggle, attempting to push him away with one hand to his shoulder, groaning, "Why are you like this?"

Namjoon chuckles—voice as deep as the ocean—and you lift your shoulder to your chin, attempting to stop his breath and lips from tickling your skin, which breaks out in goosebumps.

"I like you," Namjoon responds playfully, nestling his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

Every nerve is on fire, and you feel jumpy from the sensation. You begin to swat and shove at Namjoon, leaning back, uselessly.

A giggle rocks through you as you complain, "It tickles, you jerk."

Namjoon only presses further, and when you fall back against the pillows with a huff, he hovers over you with a devastating smile before leaning down to slot his lips against yours. Once more, you begin to swat at him.

"I have morning breath," you attempt to say with your lips sealed as tightly as possible.

With a wide, mischievous smile, Namjoon licks a long stripe across your lips, leaving a minty scent in its wake.

"Have some of my mouthwash."

You squeal and attempt to shake your head from side to side as he licks over your lips once more, in the other direction.

"You're a monster!" you shout, giving him one more shove with both hands.

Namjoon collapses beside you with laughter, leaving you to lie dazed, staring at the ceiling ahead with your lips covered in minty spit. In a last-ditch effort to have any control, you swing your arm to the side, smacking Namjoon square in the chest with your palm while you mutter, "What is wrong with you."

Your hand is caught between both of his before you can pull it back, and Namjoon yanks you gently until you comply and roll toward him to settle with your head against his chest.

"You love it," Namjoon grumbles, a vibration you can feel better than you can hear.

You hum in response and close your eyes. Namjoon smells like a fresh bouquet on a spring morning, and you breathe his scent deeply with a smile, muttering, "I guess so," while nuzzling your cheek against his pec.

"Shall we get up and have breakfast?" Namjoon asks with a gentle squeeze of his arms around your middle and a kiss to the top of your head.

"Soon. Wanna stay this way for a little while longer."

"Alright," Namjoon responds, wiggling slightly as if to get comfortable. "We can stay this way for as long as you would like."

A dangerous proposition, you think, as you consider the pros and cons of never getting out of bed again.

Breakfast consists of omelets that Namjoon nearly burns. Despite his efforts, it comes out delicious, and you beam from across the kitchen counter at the blush that reddens his cheeks while you take another bite.

"It is hard to reconcile you being this domestic while also being the guy that beat those two men with a metal baton," you mutter with a mouth full of food.

Namjoon smirks, but something dark, possibly sad, flashes over his eyes.

"I've done much worse than that."

You hum and nod; you suppose he has, but you are not so sure you feel like asking what he means, exactly.

"Does it bother you?" Namjoon asks, sounding somewhat apprehensive.

With a shrug, you say, "I'm adjusting," then take a drink from the large glass of orange juice shared between you. "On one hand, I'm used to the lifestyle. Growing up on the streets, watching people die, finding bodies....killing a man."

The memory sends a chill through you, and you take a deep breath, then continue.

"I thought that I could escape it and make an attempt at a normal life—date a normal dude and all that. But it seems that I was always going to return. Perhaps I was never as far away from it all as I thought I was."

When you lift your gaze to Namjoon, his eyes are on his food, but he does not move to eat.

"Yoongi would have wanted you no matter what," he mutters.

All you can bring yourself to say is a soft, "Yeah."

It is a thought that has haunted you for some time.

No matter how far you would have run, Yoongi would have brought you back to him, if that was his goal all along. If you allow it to, the thought will easily consume you—make you feel suffocated and at a total loss of control. But, as you come to settle into his home and get to know his family men better, you find yourself becoming more at peace with it, as long as you do not allow yourself to overthink.

Better this than living on the streets. And if Yoongi really does come to love you the way he says he would like to, then you will be protected. At least, you allow yourself to believe that there will not be a permanent crosshairs attached to your back—you allow yourself to sleep at night with the belief that his men will keep the two of you safe.

The rest of breakfast is eaten in silence, and Namjoon excuses himself to answer a phone call as you finish up. You decide to clean, taking your time washing and rinsing the handful of dishes the two of you used and placing them in the large metal drying rack.

When Namjoon returns, he seems distracted, but he takes your hand and guides you to the pile of shoes by the front door where the two of you slip into some sneakers, then you walk down the narrow hallway, to the large glass doors that lead out to the garden entrance.

You walk much the same path that you had taken with Felix during your second or third day at the mansion, but it is nice to see everything once again. The statues and fountains feel alive against the backdrop of the clear blue afternoon sky, and birds flit around overhead.

Although the weather is warm, you are glad that you chose to wear a sweater and sweatpants from Yoongi's closet, feeling a slight chill to the air and wanting comfort. Namjoon is in blue jeans, a white tee, and a soft brown cardigan, looking perfectly huggable and not at all like the mobster you know him to be.

"I don't know why I don't come out here more often," you mutter with a sigh.

"Yeah," Namjoon responds. "I used to come out here a lot more, but lately, I haven't found the time."

"Is your home nearby?" you ask, turning to watch Namjoon, who looks to the east, nodding his chin.

"Just over the fence, in the next house over."

A smirk tugs at your lips. "Never too far away."

Namjoon tongues the inside of his mouth and smiles widely for the first time since breakfast.

"Indeed."

"And the others?"

Namjoon points as he explains.

"Taehyung lives behind this garden, and Jimin is just past my house, in between the two. On the opposite side is Seokjin and Hoseok's house, and just past them is Jeongguk. There are small roads that lead to each property so you don't have to exit the gates and use the main road, and they all lead directly to Taehyung."

"Makes sense," you respond, imagining that the doctor would need to be easily accessed.

Gently, Namjoon takes your chin in one hand and strokes his thumb over your lip.

"You're welcome to come to my home any time, you know. I can show you the path that leads there."

You tilt your head down slightly, parting your lips to take Namjoon's thumb gently between your teeth and flick the tip with your tongue. Namjoon groans and bends, standing face-to-face.

"Use your words, sweetheart. What is it you want?"

Until this moment, you had not had anything on your mind, but the gaze in Namjoon's eye is exciting, and the prospect of him putting his hands on you out here, in the garden, appeals to you. You suck on Namjoon's thumb, then release it with a pop.

"I want your hands," you respond sweetly.

"My hands?"

You hum and nod your head.

"What would you like me to do with my hands, sweetheart?"

With a smirk, you say, "I want you to touch me, silly."

Namjoon rolls his eyes and takes you by the hand, pulling you past the Greek statues to a stone bench just inside the shrub maze. He unbuttons his cardigan and shrugs it off, placing it down on the bench and tugging your hand in its direction, a silent order to sit down. Namjoon gets on his knees in front of you and runs his hands up your thighs, sending a shiver through you.

"The one time you don't wear a dress," he teases as he reaches up, slipping his fingers below the waistband of your borrowed pants and pulling.

You angle your hips upwards, lifting yourself off the seat as you allow Namjoon to pull them down, past your hips and thighs. He rubs his hands over your bare skin, up and back down, then begins to pull the garment over your knees. You help expedite the process by lifting your right leg and pulling your foot free, and Namjoon leaves the sweatpants around your left calf.

Namjoon stands and joins you on the bench, pulling your right leg over his lap and rubbing his hand up your thigh. Between Namjoon's touch and the gentle breeze, goosebumps break over your skin, and a shiver tingles down your spine.

"Is this how you want me to touch you?" Namjoon asks, leaning to brush his lips across yours.

You let out a soft, satisfied sigh and close your eyes, nodding your head.

"This is a good start."

A deep, sweet chuckle ghosts warm breath over your skin.

"A good start, you say? What can I do to make it better?"

"Touch me higher."

Namjoon brushes the tips of his fingers up your thigh and hip, and then higher, under your shirt to circle your belly button. You huff a scoff of frustration and amusement, and shake your head.

"Lower," you whine, "in the center."

With a deep hum, Namjoon nuzzles his nose against your skin as he moves his hand down, over your panties, leaving featherlight touches across your labia. The gentle contact makes you whine, sending a rush of arousal through you.

"Namjoon, please," you moan, spreading your legs further.

"Use your words, baby."

A shattered exhale leaves your lips, and you tilt your cheek toward his face, suddenly feeling shy to voice what you want.

Your voice is soft and weak as you beg, "Touch my pussy, daddy. Please."

"That's my good girl," Namjoon groans as he presses against your clothed lips and rubs his fingers up and down.

The wave of pleasure that rushes through you is abrupt, and you arch your back, moaning and shuddering from the sensation. Namjoon twirls his fingers over you several times, then he drags his hand up slowly and pushes it past the waistband of your panties.

"Does my baby like the way I touch her?" Namjoon asks as his fingers separate your lips and graze over your clit, down to your entrance, and back up, slick with your arousal. It feels heavenly, and you nibble on your lip and whimper.

Namjoon's voice is stern and low.

"Be a good girl and use your words."

"I love the way you touch me, daddy."

Namjoon spins his fingers over your clit in slow, steady circles, building you gradually as heat flushes over your skin.

"I'm dying to taste you, baby," Namjoon groans, sucking a spot gently into your skin and licking over the mark. The sensation of him teasing your neck makes you tremble and moan as you imagine that talented tongue between your thighs.

"Then taste me, daddy," you gasp.

Namjoon's hand leaves you, pulling from your panties and letting the elastic waistband snap gently against your skin. You whine, desperate for his touch once more, but he moves your leg away from his lap and gives your hip a gentle slap.

"Stand up," Namjoon instructs, and you sigh as you follow his order, watching as he stands, picks up his cardigan, and rolls it into a little ball, then places it on one end of the stone bench. Namjoon sits, then lays back with his head cushioned by the shirt, and pats his shoulder with one hand commanding you to, "Sit."

"Sit?" you ask incredulously.

"On my face," he specifies with a raise of his eyebrows.

You approach and swing your leg over the bench, kneeling on the cold stone as you place your hands above either side of his head and lift your other leg. Yoongi's sweatpants dangle from your ankle, and you reach down to yank it free over your sneaker, then lift your leg, hovering above him.

Namjoon places his hands on your ass and pulls you forward, craning his neck as you settle, and lapping his tongue against you. His tongue is warm and wet, instantly building your arousal once more, and making you moan. One hand slides away from your ass, reaching between your legs to press two long fingers inside you.

"Fuck," you moan, feeling your arousal rapidly build from the stretch. "That feels so good, daddy."

With a deep, muffled groan, Namjoon licks hungrily at your pussy as his fingers steadily pump in and out. Your hips tremble and gently grind against him as he alternates licking and sucking your clit.

Yoongi's voice pops into your mind, teasingly groaning, "So easy," as you feel yourself quickly reaching the precipice of pleasure.

"You're gonna make me cum, daddy," you whine as your hips grind a little harder. "Please don't stop."

Namjoon picks up his pace, fucking his fingers into you relentlessly, and you begin to dissolve, vibrating from head to toe as the dam breaks. A sob rips through your chest as you peak, orgasm pulsating through you, and Namjoon does not slow down, pulling wave after wave out until you can no longer take it and begin to shutter from overstimulation.

"Please," you whine. "It's too much, daddy."

As his fingers and lips slow, you continue to tremble, feeling sensitive and fucked out. As soon as Namjoon pulls completely out, you sit on his chest and lean forward on your hands, caging in his head.

"You're so good to me," you purr as you attempt to get your bearings enough to stand. Namjoon lays patiently as you slide haphazardly, placing one foot on the ground and swinging over the other.

"Of course I am," Namjoon finally responds as he sits up.

You gather the sweatpants and step out of one shoe and into the leg hole, sliding into the shoe as your foot breaches the end, then repeating with the other side, wiggling your hips as you pull the pants up. Then, you approach Namjoon, slotting a leg between his and grabbing his face as you bend to leave a soft, chaste kiss.

"I like you a lot, Joonbug," you mutter against his lips.

Namjoon wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, licking into your mouth with a moan. You melt against him, tasting heady hints of your release.

"I like you a lot too, sweetheart."

"Let me take care of you?" you ask sweetly, reaching for his erection, but he shakes his head softly and says, "Later. This was just about getting you off."

You tilt your head back to get a look at Namjoon, endeared by his soft gaze and dimpled cheeks.

"Show me your house, then? I want to learn more about you."

With a grin, Namjoon nods and says, "Let's go."

Namjoon stands and takes your hand, lacing your fingers between his.

"If we continue past this part of the garden, there is a path that leads from Tae's property to the backs of the homes, but I want to show you the more direct road from the mansion."

You hum and nod, following Namjoon's lead through the garden the way you came. Just before the driveway, there is a path that leads through trees and a clearing in the garden wall, which opens to a wide gravel area that narrows into a road. With each step, the earth crunches, and you take a deep breath, letting out a contented sigh, holding Namjoon's hand while you walk in comfortable silence.

As you continue down the road, a large brown house comes into view, partially surrounded by trees. While the home is smaller than the mansion, it is still far too large for just one person, and you frown as you imagine Namjoon returning here alone in the past, knowing he would rather be in the mansion, with Yoongi.

"Once you've been in my home, you're more or less been in them all. They were built from the same mould. Except for Taehyung's place."

"Is his bigger?"

Namjoon hums. "His is massive. It might even be larger than Yoongi's place."

"Why?"

With a chuckle, Namjoon gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "Discussing Taehyung's personal life is something I do not allow myself to do. But I will just say that the man has some interesting hobbies, in addition to his various examination and surgical rooms."

"Not cryptic at all," you tease.

Felix's words return, and you shudder at the thought of him ripping people apart in his big, state-of-the-art hospital-slash-mansion. You hope that he was trying to intimidate you by exaggerating.

Namjoon's property is surrounded by various trees and bushes, and he has a garden of his own, though it is much smaller, with more greenery and fewer statues, on the side of the house. A large black sedan sits outside the garage, looking identical to those the rest of the family men drive, and you wonder if his Porsche is inside the garage.

As you approach the large, brown two-story home, Namjoon releases your hand and steps up to the thumbprint and retina scanner, then punches in a long code before his front door clicks open. You follow his lead inside, sliding your shoes off beside his large, chaotic shoe stash. A set of stairs lead up along the nearby right wall, and the house opens into a large living room, with what appears to be a dining area past the stairs, to the right.

Namjoon takes your hand in his once more and leads you into the living room. Everything is earth tones, reclaimed woods, and leather, and you are pleasantly surprised by the number of paintings and sculptures he has displayed throughout the space. One cozy brown leather chair is surrounded by a large pile of books, and he has a small stack of art and photography books on his coffee table.

"I don't know why I'm surprised to find all this art, considering our museum date," you tease, turning to Namjoon and finding his gaze soft and sweet.

Namjoon smiles, giving your hand a delicate squeeze.

"We should do that again, sometime. Minus the torture pitstop."

"Yes," you agree with a laugh. "We can skip the torture next time."

Gently, Namjoon tugs on your hand, pulling you toward him, and you step in close, rubbing your palm over his soft brown cardigan. The room smells of his musk with earthy hints from the many plants that sit atop furniture and shelves, and it feels much more like home than Yoongi's mansion.

"It's been so long since I've brought someone here," Namjoon says, gently taking your chin in his free hand. "It feels nice letting you see me a little bit more."

"It's nice being welcomed to see you a bit more."

Namjoon leans forward, and you tilt your head up, expecting a kiss, but he leans and rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes with a smile.

"I like you a lot."

Your tummy does a swoop, and you wrap your arm around his neck, playing with the hairs on his nape, and give his hand a tight squeeze.

"I like you a lot too, Namjoon."

When Namjoon opens his eyes, his expression is hungrier, and he tugs his lips into a smile. Then, he drops his hand from your chin and stands up straight, eyebrows knitting as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone, which is vibrating. One glance at the screen, and he answers the call.

"Yoongi-hyung."

Excitement and anxiety pool in your tummy at the mention of Yoongi, and you watch Namjoon as his gaze flits to you, then he nods his head.

"She's with me. We were walking through the gardens and I decided to show her how to get to my place. … Nah, I was just about to give her a tour and bring her back home, but we can cut it short and come back now. … Sounds good, I'll see you in a bit. … I love you too."

He does not take his eyes off you as he ends the call, and you feel another more powerful swoop in your guts when he speaks those last four words. Heat rises to your cheeks, and you do your best to hide how affected you are by it, keeping your expression flat while he slips his phone back into his pocket.

"He's home much sooner than expected; shall we head back?" Namjoon asks, leaning in to slot his lips against yours.

You reach for Namjoon's shirt, just above his pec, and gently gather the fuzzy material between your fingers as you lean into the kiss and let out a groan of satisfaction. Even the faintest kiss from Namjoon is so sweet and soft, filling you with warmth and adoration, and you lean into him, letting your lips slowly open and close against his—languid and saccharine.

When Namjoon releases the kiss, you open your eyes with a smile.

"I suppose we shall."

He nods as he says, "I'll give you a tour next time."

Namjoon leads you back to the front entrance, and you slip on your shoes, lamenting having to go back so soon, but eager to see Yoongi. It hasn't been long since you said goodbye, but you find yourself missing him more and more whenever he is away.

The walk back to the mansion is quiet, and Namjoon holds your hand as he hums softly to himself. You enjoy these calm, peaceful moments with him, and gaze around at the Japanese maple trees that line the area. Soon, their leaves will begin to change and become a pretty bright red.

Rather than taking you back toward the garden, Namjoon leads you along a path that opens by the driveway. Leaning against the garage door is a mint green bicycle with a brown basket on the handlebars and a slender luggage rack over the back tire, and you smile to yourself, knowing that it is undoubtedly the bicycle that Felix had described.

"Ah, Jeongguk is here," Namjoon mutters. "I wonder if that means Taehyung is, too."

"Do they often travel as a pair?" you ask.

Namjoon clears his throat and gives your hand a squeeze before releasing it.

"Sometimes."

As you approach, the front door swings open, and Seokjin walks out, dressed head to toe in black and tapping a pack of cigarettes against his palm. When he turns and meets your gaze, he grins.

"My, what a pleasant surprise. And just what were the two of you up to?"

Although you are sure all of the family men must know about the state of your relationship with Namjoon, you feel anxiety bubble under Seokjin's scrutiny.

"Going for a walk," Namjoon responds.

Seokjin hums and nods his head, then pulls a cigarette from the pack and places it between his lips. As he fishes a lighter from his pocket, you and Namjoon step past, into the door, which has been left open by a crack. The main hall of the house is empty, but you notice movement out by the pool. You step out of your shoes and wait for Namjoon to do the same, then follow him toward the back door.

"Ah, there you are," Yoongi calls from the top of the stairs as soon as you are near the landing, and you turn to find him smiling widely with his hair wavy and overgrown, wearing a black tee tucked into black slacks.

"Going to change," Namjoon mutters to you, leaving a kiss on your forehead. "I'll be back."

Yoongi begins to make his way down the stairs as Namjoon walks up, and you stand and watch as they meet in the middle with Yoongi one step higher and slightly towering above Namjoon, smiling as he pulls him into a kiss. They mutter between them, then Yoongi continues down as Namjoon walks up, in the direction of the bedroom.

"Darling," Yoongi calls sweetly, opening his arms as he reaches the final steps.

You approach, and once he is on level ground, you wrap your arms around him, burying your face against his shoulder as you squeeze him tight.

"Miss me?" Yoongi rasps, deep and oh, so sweet.

Your voice sounds breathy as you respond, "I did," releasing the hug just enough to gaze up into his eyes. "How did everything go?"

There is a twitch in Yoongi's jaw that almost goes unnoticed, and when he responds, "I handled everything," his tone is completely changed.

"I'm glad."

Footsteps come from upstairs, and you look past Yoongi to find Namjoon dressed in his standard black button-up and slacks. Yoongi draws your attention with a kiss to your temple and an invitation.

"How would you feel about joining us at a gun range?"

The question feels somewhat random, but it is something that has crossed your mind, especially living in this house with the goings-on that take place.

"Alright," you respond, clearing your throat, which suddenly feels dry. "That would probably be a good idea."

"Taehyung, Jeongguk, and I used to go on a fairly regular basis, and we have been discussing starting up again, this week. I talked to them about having you tag along and they seemed receptive to it."

You are unsure if going to a shooting range of all places with the terror twins is an exciting prospect or a frightening one, but you do not argue. You are certain that Yoongi wouldn't intentionally put you into a dangerous situation, but being that you do not know either of them very well, you have no idea what to expect.

The glass door leading out to the pool slides open, and you turn to find Taehyung entering shirtless with his wet hair swept off his forehead and a big white towel wrapped around his hips. He looks stunning with his sly boxy smile and the droplets from his hair streaking his golden skin.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?" Taehyung asks with his gaze fixed on you.

You hum and turn to Yoongi, who says, "I thought we would start shooting right away."

"Oh," you respond, eyes wide as you look back to Taehyung, who asks, "Have you shot a gun before?"

You nod; you have done shooting practice with cans and other trash, but never had to put a bullet through another person. "I have, but only a little."

"Good," Taehyung says with a smirk. "I can't wait to see how you handle it."

Yoongi gives your shoulder a squeeze, and you attempt to keep your breathing level and steady, but there is something in those sharp, cold eyes of Taehyung's that unsettle you. You glance past Taehyung through the doors to find Jeongguk standing, towel-drying his hair with a deep, unmistakable frown, and you force a smile, swallowing down a ball of anxiety as you turn back to Yoongi.

"C-can't wait."

(Mm-mhm)

숨을 내쉬고 뱉어 like (Mm-mhm) Breathe out and еxhale like like (Mm-mhm) 경계를 넘어서 like (Mm-mhm) Bеyond the boundary like like (Mm-mhm)

내 품에 널 안아 like (Mm-mhm) Hold you in my arms like like (Mm-mhm)

다른 생각은 하지마 Don’t even think about other things

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shineebebe · 7 years

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HOME

(A long-ish fluff with a tiny bit of smuttiness just because it’s wonho but it’s mostly cute af.)

The sky was without a cloud on a warm, sunny day. The cab you’d taken began to turn the corner and go down the street full of gleaming white, fairy tale-like houses and your brand new home. The timing of your work trip was incredibly off but as the director of your company, you had no choice but to go out of town and leave your boyfriend, Hoseok, in charge of the construction of the rest of your house. You smiled to yourself, knowing the house was the start of an incredible future for you and Hoseok; a milestone for the two of you. Everything was finished up and flawless. Stepping out of the cab and gazing at the work of art before you, your toothy grin reached your ears and your happiness shot through the roof when your red haired boyfriend opened the door.

“Baby! You’re back!”

He cried excitedly, his plump pink lips curling in to a jaw dropping smile. After years of being a couple, his existence still made your heart flutter and your body feel dizzy with infatuation. The love you felt for him every single day was indescribable. His bright locks flopped over his forehead as he ran down the driveway to you, impatient to have you back in his arms where you belonged. You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck and softly inhaled his scent. With his masculine hands resting on your lower back and his lips upon your head, you knew you were home.

“What do you think?”

He asked with a twinkle in his stunning eyes. Once more, you gazed at the house you were already so proud to call your own. You and Hoseok worked so hard to earn it and now, you could begin the next chapter of your life.

“Hoseok, it’s perfect. I love it.”

You answered, making him flash that idol smile that made every girls panties drop to the floor; he was so hard to resist.

“You haven’t been inside yet.”

Before you could go and look, he gently pressed his lips against yours. A huge firework display went off in your body as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders dreamily. With your eyes closed, you bathed in the heart melting sensation of his lips claiming yours. It was a picturesque scene; a painting of an extremely happy couple kissing in front of a sparkling new house with a white picket fence.

You had to admit, when you left the rest of the construction and decorating to Hoseok, you were secretly nervous that you wouldn’t like some of the choices he would make. Hoseok put your nerves to shame; you were stunned at how much you loved the decoration. He used your ideas of old wooden furniture and warm colours and mixed it with his bright and modern taste. Your hand squeezed his as he showed you around; you were so proud of what he had done while you were away. You bit down on your lower lip as together, you headed up the wide staircase that was covered with a lush cream carpet that tickled your toes as you stepped upon it. Luckily, you were home when the decorators came to turn your bedroom in to a boudoir but seeing it after such a long time made you fall deeply in love with it all over again. You’d only ever dreamed of such an elegant, big bedroom with an en-suite bathroom and a small balcony that looked over the glittering city lights at night. Hoseok sat on the edge of the King bed and watched you get familiar with the room you’d be spending your long nights in. With amorous eyes, he studied the way your thighs gently jiggled as you walked, the curve of your seductive hips, the shine of your luscious hair as the sun beamed in to the room; he’d missed you more than you’d ever realise. While you were away, he’d been doing some thinking: in fact, a lot of thinking. A lot of ideas and hopes for the future came to him while he was laying in that very bed, pouting over the empty space next to him.

“What are you looking at?”

You asked with a smirk on your face, catching him gawping at you red handed. Hoseok had no shame.

“You. It’s hard not to stare at someone so beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks turn in to tomatoes within seconds; it was impossible to hide your giddy smile.

“Hoseok!”

You softly nudged him on the shoulder while trying to hide your embarrassed face. With a grin, he took hold of your hand and pulled you on to his lap, causing you to giggle in to his buff chest. His heart pumped so hard when he heard your innocent laugh; no one had ever made him feel so important in his life. When the pure love he felt for you rocked his body, his once playful eyes turned more serious. Tilting your chin up with his finger, he gave you that look that never failed to make your spine tingle. Your eyes fell on his plump lips as the world around you stopped, all that mattered was the undeniable, magnetic connection the two of you shared. Once again, he placed his lips upon yours. At first, he was gentle, barely grazing your puckering mouth until you whimpered in to the embrace. All of a sudden, the desire he’d been saving for you erupted from his soul. Before you knew it, your hands were grabbing fistfuls of the red head’s hair as he squeezed the plump mounds of your back side, a hard lump beginning to poke in to your crotch. Your skirt was in a bunch around your waist, revealing sheer black panties that Hoseok would always go crazy for. With lipstick smudged down your chin, you struggled to catch your breath. In years of being together, you’d never kissed him with such intensity before: your lips had began to tingle. Your eager hands moved from his hair to the bottom of his simplistic designer shirt, desperate to christen the new bedroom with the heated sounds of needy lovers. Reluctantly, Hoseok grunted and moved away from your lips.

“Baby wait, there’s something else I have to show you.”

He uttered, looking shockingly beautiful with messed up hair. You were confused, not knowing what else could be so urgent that you had to pause your steamy encounter.

“Hoseok.”

You whined his name.

“Can’t it wait? You’ve kind of got me on the edge here.”

That’s when Hoseok noticed your dishevelled hair, your messy makeup and untidy clothes. He also noticed your wetness soaking through your panties and on to his semi-hard erection, creating a musk in the air but he decided not to mention that extremely hot detail: he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

“I can’t wait. I have to know what you think.”

He explained, the flush in his cheeks slowly dying down as he became increasingly nervous to show you what he’d been thinking about.

“Okay.”

You nodded before climbing off him, your legs still wobbling with arousal. Hoseok chuckled and grabbed your hips to help you stay up. Though he was feeling anxious, he loved the way he could make your legs weak with just a kiss. Attentively, he helped you straighten your clothes and gently wiped the lipstick around your mouth with his thumb, all the while looking at you as if you were the most majestic Princess. Hoseok took your hand; you noticed how jittery and uptight he seemed as he lead you through the corridor and up to the room that hadn’t been decorated: as far as you knew.

“Um. Remember how we couldn’t decide what to do with the spare room?”

He asked timidly, his palms getting clammy upon yours.

You nodded, your stomach churning with anticipation. The way Hoseok was acting made you concerned at what the room would be.

“Well I..um. I kind of did something with it. I’m not sure if you’ll like it and we can always change it if you don’t like it, I mean it was only an idea I had while...”

You cut off Hoseok’s extremely cute nervous rambling by opening the door. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ as your eyes and brain tried to process what was before you. It wasn’t bad feelings that flooded your system, only surprise. With Hoseok being so nervous, you assumed it would be something far less innocent. It was nursery. With wall paper that mimicked fluffy candy cotton clouds in a summer sky, a tall white crib with tiny elephants painted on it, stuffed animals on a changing bed that no doubt, Hoseok picked out himself; it was a baby wonderland. A sudden ache to carry a baby made you want to feel your tummy and imagine a creation of yours and Hoseok’s love in there. All the while, Hoseok had been watching your reaction like a hawk, his pulse racing at the speed of light.

“I know it’s kind of out of the blue because we haven’t really talked about children a whole lot but I know I want them with you because I really really love you and...”

This time, you had no other option but to quieten him with a deep kiss that told him exactly how you felt. Hoseok smiled in to the kiss, completely smitten with the girl in his arms. You couldn’t fight your happiness either as you knew how incredibly lucky you were to have found a man who wanted you and your future children: that man was one in a million, a truly special saint. Pulling away from the romantic kiss, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, gazing in to his enigmatic eyes that were locked on yours.

“You know, I think it’s my favourite part of the house.”

You said, making him show his model smile that made his chubby cheeks move up to his eyes.

“Really? You like it that much?”

He questioned, admiring the hard work he’d put in to the room.

“Of course I do baby.”

You replied. Since the day you got together, you imagined mini versions of you and Hoseok crawling on the floor to you, cutely attempting to take their first steps and tumble in to your arms, gurgling and giggling. Slowly, you walked through the room, smiling at the tiny details that Hoseok had added like the canvas pictures of a mummy and daddy bear holding a baby bear and the mobile that hung from the ceiling, playing gentle music as twinkling stars dangled from it.

“It’s perfect Hoseok. I can’t believe you did all of this. I mean, of course there’s a few things to do first. You have your promotions and I have some work to finish and we’re not even married ye...”

It turned out that the nursery wasn’t the only thing he’d been thinking about. On one knee, he held out a ring that sparkled so much, it nearly blinded you. His eyes were sincere, honest: this was his way of pouring his heart out to you. The nights you were gone, the ache of you being away from him was crushing to his sensitive soul. He knew that he’d never want another woman beside him. All he wanted was your touch, your kisses, to hear your obnoxious laughter, to smell your sweet perfume, to hold you and protect you for the rest of his life.

“(Y/N). I know this probably isn’t how you imagined this moment but I couldn’t wait a second longer. Every time we’re apart, it’s so obvious to me how I’ve found my soulmate. It’s obvious that I want to be with you, through the good times and the hard times for the rest of my life. This is our house but you, you are my home and I just want to know, will you marry me?”

By the end of his heart jerking speech, Hoseok was wiping tears from his angelic face. You were on your knees with him, tears smudging your black mascara as you blubbered. Your entire body felt weak, overwhelmed with emotion but your heart had never been more alive, beating so hard against your chest that you could hardly speak. Luckily, you only had one thing to say, and that was:

“Yes. It’s always been yes.”

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nanawritesit · 2 years

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Wonho x Fem!Barista!Reader (Fluff to Smut) *18+ Only, Minors DNI!*

Summary: Wonho has been trying to ask you out at the coffee shop you work at, but you're convinced he only wants something physical. After a while, he convinces you, and you end up seeing each other for a whole month before you let him hit. You were so glad that you did, because now you might have the hottest boyfriend in the world.

Trigger Warnings: Slight cursing. Reader being thirsty af over Wonho. Reader w/ she/her pronouns and female anatomy. Mentions of making out and dry humping.

*There will be a separate warning before the smut scene if you want to skip over it. Overall it’s pretty vanilla but it includes: Dom!Wonho, oral sex (female receiving,) groping, nipple sucking, slight fingering, hair pulling, praising, and protected intercourse.*

A/N: Literally no one requested this, but while I was working at the coffee shop today I literally started daydreaming about Wonho coming in, so here is my maladaptive daydream copied and pasted to Tumblr :)

This is also my first attempt at writing smut so I apologize if it’s awkward :p

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You sighed as you slung on your apron for the fifth morning in a row. It was 10 AM, and the coffee shop you worked at was already packed. You huffed over to the mirror in the break room to put on your hat, hair pulled back into a low bun. Your t-shirt and jeans combo was practically a second skin, and your beat up old sneakers completed the look. You wore a few pieces of jewelry that made the day a bit brighter and easier to get through, but that was about as hard as you tried. It wasn't like you had anyone to impress, right?

"Thank god, she's here!" your coworker Elodie sighed, struggling to make three drinks at once.

"Barely." you replied, patting her on the shoulder. "Need me to start taking orders?"

"Yes, please!" your other coworker Bella pleaded. She was rapidly restocking the bakery case, throwing in muffin after muffin.

You nodded before approaching the register. After pushing a few buttons, you were ready to start yet another shift.

"Good morning, how can I-" you stopped in the middle of your sentence as you met the eyes of the customer in front of you. God, he was so fine. He had a face that looked like it was carved by angels, and a body sculpted by god herself. You had never seen a guy like that in real life, you thought to yourself.

He chuckled at your blank expression, his smile making you melt. "Hi, can I get a large iced dirty chai with oat milk?" His voice was so deep and rich, you thought you could listen to him talk all day.

"Yeah, of course." you shook your head at how stupid you were, and quickly typed in his order. "Anything else?"

"Hm..." he hummed, leaning over to look at the bakery case. He tapped his finger to is chin, and the way his eyes raked over those muffins made you wish that you were one of them.

"Mmh, can I get a chocolate zucchini muffin too please?" he asked with a cute smile.

"You sure can." you chuckled, losing yourself in his eyes. "Okay, here's your total..."

He swiped his card, and after he had paid, he slid a whole twenty dollar bill into the tip box. Your jaw dropped at the amount alone... the most generous people only tipped five dollars, and the stingiest just dumped their change in.

Bella, who had been watching closely, handed him his muffin and coffee. "Is that just for her, or can we split it?"

"Oh the money is for all of you, but the number is only for her." he smirked, then walked out of the shop. God damn, he had such a nice ass.

You were standing there like a dolt, when Elodie leapt over the counter and practically tore open the tip box to pull out the piece of paper that he had hidden in the dollar bill. The three of you just sat there staring at it, not caring about the line of impatient customers in front of you.

"Dude, that guy just asked you out!" Bella exclaimed.

You swiped the paper out of Elodie's hand and stuffed it in your pocket. "No, he probably just wants a hook up." You walked back over to the register and greeted the lady in front of you to take her order.

"Who cares, did you see how gorgeous he was?" Elodie interrupted the poor customer while she was ordering. You ignored her and got down the entire order, then huffed over to the espresso machine.

"I'm not taking orders anymore." you grumbled.

"Y/N, how often does something like that happen to people like us? We work in a coffee shop for crying out loud!" Bella argued, throwing her arms in the air.

You whipped around to shoot an angry look at both of them. "There is no way a guy that hot actually wants a relationship with me! Now can we please get back to our minimum wage duties?"

"You're so weird." Elodie sighed. "I know you're afraid of being taken advantage of, but this is just punishing yourself." Bella nodded in agreement, laughing a bit. They both turned back around to return to work, leaving you to your thoughts.

Maybe you were being silly... I mean, he was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen in your life. He made your heart race, made you feel things with just a simple smile, and melted you with just a few short words. It could be fun...

But you decided that one night of fun wasn't what you wanted from him. You knew deep down that if you fooled around with a guy that pretty, you were going to fall in love big time. And if he broke your heart, you'd be irreparable.

As you were steaming the milk, you found yourself thinking about what being with him would be like. Him pinning you down with those big strong arms, kissing you all over your body, what he'd whisper in your ear as he...

"Y/N, you're gonna burn yourself!" Bella shouted, pushing the spout away from you. You jumped, shocked at how easily you were distracted. Yeah, this guy would be way too much for you.

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Your boss insisted on giving you two days off, to "recover" from working five full shifts in a row. You were appreciative, taking your time off as a chance to engage in some much needed self care. However, you couldn't stop thinking about the absolute beefcake that walked into the shop and gave you his number. The paper with his number on it was sitting on your dresser, and every so often you thought about texting him. You couldn't bring yourself to, that is, until after your next shift.

"Your hunk-sickle came in twice while you were gone." your best friend and coworker Sam teased as you entered the kitchen.

"Oh god, you told her Elodie?" you groaned, slumping your shoulders defeatedly.

"Of course, and I told her how stupid you are for not taking him right then and there." Elodie replied from the counter, rolling her eyes. "You know he asked if you were here both times he came in? Would someone who just wants a hook up do that?"

"So he goes to a new coffee shop everyday, that's not much of a commitment." you argued, crossing your arms over your chest.

The shop was completely dead, so you all just talked in the kitchen for a while. It was mostly just you yelling at Elodie and Sam laughing at the both of you. That is, until you heard the bell of the front door signal that a customer had arrived. The three of you peaked around the corner at the same time, only to see the hunk-sickle himself. Your heart stopped.

"You're here!" he beamed when his eyes met yours.

"I-" you were cut off as your best friend shoved you out of the doorway. You turned around to jump back in the kitchen, but Elodie had already slammed the door in your face. You collapsed against the door, mumbling to yourself that you needed to get new friends, and a new job while you were at it.

You got up and gave him a weak smile, slowly approaching the counter. "You found me."

He leaned forward onto the counter, his huge, toned arms stretching out in front of him, making you gulp.

"You can reject me if you want." he chuckled, "I know slipping my number in the tip jar is a pretty sketchy way of asking you out."

"Maybe, but it's a totally acceptable way of asking for a one night stand." you teased him, resting your hands on your hips.

"What makes you think that's what I want?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. You tried your best to maintain your composure at how hot he looked while questioning you.

"Well for one, we don't even know each others' names." you retorted, letting yourself relax a bit against the counter.

"I'm Wonho." he told you. "May I ask what your name is?"

"Y/N." you told him.

"What a pretty sounding name." He smiled at you, then pressed his elbows against the counter to rest his jaw in his hands. His eyes didn't leave yours for a second as he adjusted his hips to the new center of gravity. His shoulder muscles were bulging against his black t-shirt, and his strong, thick legs were propped out behind him. "Can I take you out on a date, Y/N?"

You laughed anxiously, putting your face in your hands. God, you were heating up like a furnace. You were so embarrassed at how easily he flustered you. You couldn't see it, but he was holding back his smile at how adorable you were.

"I'm still not sure..." you confessed once you looked back up at him. Your hands were on your cheeks, desperately trying to hide how red they were.

"Please?" he asked, looking up at you with his pretty brown doe eyes. "I promise I have good intentions. And if I disappoint you, you have the right to hate me for the rest of your life."

You took one last look at his cute smile before you broke. A girl could only take so much.

"Okay, I guess I'll go out with you then?" you laughed with your arms out in a shrug, not believing this was really happening to you.

"Great!” he grinned at you, straightening up with his large, veiny hands back flat against the counter. "What time do you get off?"

"You want to take me out after I work a shift at a coffee shop?" you scoffed.

"Is that a problem?" he asked, genuinely concerned that he had done something wrong. He looked so cute when he was worried.

"Well, it's just... I don't look the best after working all day..." you mumbled nervously.

"Is that it?" he chuckled, placing his hands on his hips to mirror you. His trim waist was even more prominent now, and you could see one of his abdominal muscles poking through the fabric of his shirt. You had to stop yourself from drooling over him... after all, you were the one worried about him taking advantage of you. "You look gorgeous."

"I would just feel better if I had the chance to get ready beforehand!" you exclaimed, dragging your feet as you turned away from him playfully.

"It's alright, we don't have to go out today. I want you to be as happy as possible with me. When's your next day off?"

You sighed, thinking about your jam packed schedule. "Well, I work the next three days in a row..."

"I'll cover your shift tomorrow!" Sam shouted, quickly poking her head out from behind the door and then slamming the door shut again.

Wonho snickered at your friend and you gave him an apologetic look. "I guess I'm free tomorrow."

"Perfect." His lips curled up into a smirk as he ran his nimble fingers through his dark hair. "You can text me wherever you want me to pick you up. I'll take you to dinner around 5 if that's okay?"

"That works!" you shrugged, still in disbelief that you had agreed to go out with him.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then Y/N." he grinned contentedly, backing away. He waved goodbye with a bright smile, and he was so cute that you couldn't help but wave back at him with a giggle.

In half a second, Sam and Elodie had bursted out from behind the kitchen door and were at your sides.

"Oh my god, you're going out with the hunk-sickle!" Sam exclaimed.

"It's all thanks to you two dorks." you laughed, putting an arm around each of them. "And his name is Wonho."

"I'm still gonna call him hunk-sickle." Elodie declared.

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You had been seeing Wonho for a month now, and he had taken you on four official dates. Right now, you were getting ready for your fifth date. You guys hung out casually between official dates, and he visited you at work almost everyday to get his coffee. You guys were actually getting quite comfortable with each other, texting all throughout the day and having a phone call almost every night. You guys hadn’t gotten further than making out and dry humping, but he seemed perfectly content with that. You started letting your guard down, and if you were honest with yourself, you were starting to really like him and see a relationship with him.

Sam was there "helping you,” which really meant she was demanding all the details of your previous dates and eating all your snacks.

"Wait, he took you where last week?" she asked from her place on your bed, plopping her phone down in disbelief.

“He took me to this rooftop restaurant, and there was no one else there. We were leaning against the railing and I could see the entire city!” you recalled while doing your hair at your dresser.

“Ugh that’s so romantic!” she cried out, slapping her hand down on the bed dramatically. You laughed at her antics before she continued. “How about the first kiss? When was that?”

“That was after the first date.” you explained while putting on some lip balm. “He had walked me home, and I said I had a really great time, and when he asked if he could take me out again I said yes, and then he put a hand to my cheek and looked in my eyes with this adorable little smile, and I met him halfway and we kissed!”

“Ah that’s awesome!” Sam exclaimed, rolling around the bed dramatically. “When do you think you’ll sleep with him? Because I’ll be honest, I’m dying to know how that goes.”

You sighed and set your hands down in your lap, thinking for a moment. “I don’t know. I really want to, but I just want to be sure he really likes me first.”

“I think the fifth date is an appropriate amount of time, as long as you feel ready.” she suggested after downing another handful of chips. “It seems like he’s really smitten for you.”

You giggled, setting down your perfume bottle. “Then I’ll do it tonight, if it feels right.”

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“Do you wanna come inside for a bit?” you asked Wonho as you fiddled with your keys. It was late, and you guys had just gotten back from your date at the movies. He had walked you up to your apartment when you asked.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.” He asked, giving you a genuine look of concern.

“Nonsense, I’m inviting you into my space.” you laughed, unlocking the door and gesturing for him to follow you in.

“Make yourself comfortable!” you told him, making your way into the kitchen to pour two glasses of wine. You came back to him sitting on the sofa and looking at your records.

“These are really nice.” he told you, taking one of the glasses from your hand. “Thank you, by the way.”

“No problem, wine makes everything better.” you mused, sitting down next to him. “I’ve been collecting records for a while now. There’s just something about them that’s so cozy.”

“Can we listen to one? What’s your favorite?” he asked, leaning toward you with a smile of anticipation.

“Hm…” you thought, reaching over him to grab an album. “This one will do.” You set it up on the record player and then leaned back against the couch and took a sip of wine. “This is nice.” you sighed in contentment.

“It is. Thank you for going out with me tonight.” he said with a small smile, leaning back to look you in the eye.

“You’re welcome, I really enjoyed myself.” you laughed, putting a hand on his thigh. “You really know how to show a girl a good time Wonho.”

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“Only for you.” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss you. You put your hand against the back of his neck to deepen the kiss, and after a while his tongue pressed against your lips. You parted your lips to let him in, wrapping both your arms around the back of his neck. His large hands were running up and down your waist, until eventually they were both grabbing ahold of it to gently push you down against the couch. He was still being gentle as you guys made out, not wanting to overstep your boundaries.

“You can touch me.” you told him while you were taking a breather. He nodded, chest heaving up and down heavily, then went back to kissing you ravenously. His hands started trailing up to cup your breasts, giving them firm squeezes.

He moved his lips down to your neck, lightly running his hot tongue along your cold skin while his hands went down to your hips, groping at your thighs and ass. You let out little whines when his teeth nipped at your sensitive neck, and you felt him smirk as you did so.

“Did you like that?” he whispered in your ear with a low chuckle. You nodded quickly, throwing a hand up into his thick dark hair. You tugged on it while he continued to go at your neck. Soon he started moving his kisses down to your chest, your low cut top giving him access to more skin. With one hand over your breast, the other stopped at the hem of your top. He looked you in the eye before he moved again. “Do you want me to take your top off?”

“Only if you take yours off too.” you smirked up at him before sitting up.

He chuckled at your cheekiness, then crossed his arms to grip the bottom of his black tshirt. He whipped it off quickly, tousling his hair a bit. You took in his perfect physique for a minute. His enourmous shoulders and biceps, rock hard pecs, that trim waist, and the hard, flat muscles of his abdomen that led down to his defined hip bones.

“Silly girl, didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s impolite to stare?” he laughed, putting an arm down on each side of your lap to look down at you. He captured your lips in another kiss, bringing your hands up to run along his back and shoulders. He pulled back to whisper in your ear, “Though I can’t say I’ll be any better when I get to see you.”

You pushed him back onto the back of his legs gently, then took off your top and unhooked your bra. He was right, he wasn’t much better than you at all. His eyes were wide and his expression was blank at first, but he eventually bit his lip and grinned at the sight of you. “You’re so beautiful Y/N.”

He pushed you back down onto the couch, engaging in your previous make out position. The skin to skin contact was absolutely incredible… he was so warm and soft pressed flush against you. He began gripping one of your breasts, pinching your nipple between two of his fingers and making you whine into his mouth. After playing with each breast in his hand for a while, he stopped kissing your lips and dropped his head down to your chest. He left kisses between the valley of your breasts, then took one hard nipple into his mouth. He licked around it in a circle, then began sucking on it.

“Wonho…” you sighed, tugging on his hair once again. After a good amount of you moaning softly above him, he switched to the other breast, giving it just as much attention as the other.

“Do you want me to touch you anywhere else?” he asked once he had released your bud from his mouth.

You nodded, then grabbed his hand to put it against your core under your skirt. You had purposely not worn shorts underneath so he could have easy access. Once he started rubbing his two forefingers against your clit through your panties, your head immediately fell back as you let out a strangled moan. It had been so long since anyone touched you there.

“You sound so pretty.” he told you, continuing to massage the sensitive bud. “Can I please taste you?”

“Of course you can.” you nodded with a smile, helping him remove your skirt and panties. You threw your legs over his shoulders and he instantly shoved his face between your legs as if he couldn’t wait a second longer. Your eyes rolled back in your head when he licked a long, flat stripe against your pussy.

“Oh my, you taste even sweeter than I imagined…” He began devouring you as soon as you were used to the feeling of his tongue, going back and forth between sucking on your clit and darting his tongue up your tight hole. You were a whining mess, getting your hair all tangled up against the couch and jutting your hips up at his face… he was very good at this, and you could feel yourself getting close to an orgasm. But you still weren’t satisfied.

“Ugh, Wonho, this feels so good…” you whined, gripping both hands into his hair. “But I want more.”

His head darted up. He looked so pretty with your slick all over his cheeks. “Y/N, are you sure? We don’t have to go all the way tonight if you don’t want to. I’m perfectly content just eating you out tonight.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” you told him, looking straight into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me.”

He grinned, then sat up to undo his belt. Once his jeans were unbuttoned, he brought his dick out from the top his tight black boxers. It was already rock hard, and it looked perfect for you. Not too big, not too thick, but just enough to rock your shit.

He pumped it in his hand a few times before kicking off his pants and boxers, reaching down to grab the condom out of his back pocket. After slipping it on, he lined himself up with your entrance, holding himself up with one arm. “Are you sure you wanna do this? Because I don’t know if I can hold back when it comes to you.”

“I want you, Wonho.” you told him, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the nape of his hair. “I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”

He nodded, then pushed his tip into you. You hissed at the feeling, digging your nails into his back.

“Fuuuck Y/N…” he groaned into the crook of your neck when he felt you clamp around him. “You feel incredible… can I keep going?”

You nodded, and he continued thrusting up slowly, allowing you to adjust and stretch until he was completely inside of you. His dick hit all the right spots just sitting there, but he was prepared to give you so much more than that.

He began thrusting his hips harder, hitting your g spot each time. His pelvis was pressed flush against yours, stimulating your clit as well. He looked absolutely heavenly overtop of you, strands of his black hair flopping over his forehead, plump lips parted as he grunted breathlessly, and veins pressing out against the skin of his neck as he held himself up effortlessly by his own arms. The sight of him alone could’ve made you finish.

“Wonho… Ugh, yes, harder, please!” you encouraged him, and he happily obliged.

“You look so pretty like this… laid out underneath me so I can fuck you nice and hard. Do you like it like this?”

You tried nodding, but he stopped all movement in his hips impatiently. “Use your words princess.” he demanded, smirking down at you.

“Yes! I love you fucking me like this, just please don’t stop again…” you begged, desperately rubbing your hips against his in an attempt to regain some friction.

“That’s my girl.” he chuckled, catching you off guard when he started ramming his hips up into yours again. “So good for me. So nice and tight….”

You moaned as you felt your orgasm coming on. You were already close to the edge when he started fucking you, so you knew you wouldn’t last long. “Wonho, I’m so close I can feel it…”

“Go ahead baby, cum for me.” he whispered into your ear before biting the lobe, his hot breath steaming up your neck. With his blessing, you let your orgasm wash over you, crying out as he continued thrusting into you. You were practically ripping his hair out, but he loved the feeling.

“That’s right, who makes you feel this good?” he asked, grabbing one of your breasts in his hand.

“You do, Wonho. Only you.” you told him as you came down from your high.

“Fuck baby, that was so hot…. I’m gonna finish soon, where should I put it?”

“I’m on the pill, so you can cum inside.” you whispered in his ear.

That was all he needed to hear before his pace started going faster and harder than ever. He was fucking you straight into the couch, grunting with each thrust.

“F-fuuuck I can’t, I’m gonna-ugh!” he cried out before he came, continuing to ride out his high until all of it was emptied out inside of you. He collapsed against your chest, then crawled up to place a soft kiss on your lips. “That was wonderful Y/N.”

“You’re telling me.” you sighed, throwing your arms up above your head in fatigue. You couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto your face as he loomed overtop of you.

“What?” he asked, propping his face up on his elbows and mirroring your grin.

You brought a hand up to fix his hair, then let it rest on his cheek before explaining. “I just can’t believe this is all real. It feels too good to be true.”

He chuckled, placing his hand over yours and linking your fingers through each other’s. “I promise you that it is.”

“Do you wanna stay the night?” you asked. He nodded enthusiastically, then hopped up from the couch to scoop you up in his arms, bridal style.

“Where’s the bedroom?” he laughed, charging down the hallway while you held onto him for dear life. This man was either going to be the death of you or your salvation, and you couldn’t quite tell yet as he threw you down on your bed. He quickly put you under the blankets and curled up next to you. He seemed more excited for the after sex cuddles than the sex itself, you thought as he wrapped his arms around you. With you facing him, he relaxed with you in his embrace. You guys talked for hours, until you both fell asleep holding each other.

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The next morning, you rolled over to wake up as you normally did, bumping right into the huge man that you forgot had stayed the night with you. He stirred from his position on his stomach, clutching the pillow to his face.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up!” you giggled, switching to your side to face him.

“It’s alright,” he reassured you with a small smile, stretching out a bit before also flipping around to lay on his side. He was truly a vision first thing in the morning. His hair was messy, his eyes were dark, and his cheeks were lightly tinted a warm shade of pink.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I did actually, thank you for asking.” you chirped. “Did you?”

“Mm-hm.” he nodded contentedly. He was looking into your eyes as if you were the most important thing in the world to him at that moment. Suddenly, he leaned down to kiss your forehead. Before he could pull back all the way, you put a hand to his jaw and stole a quick kiss on the lips. He leaned forward to get more of you after you had already pulled away, making you laugh.

“Get back here.” he groaned playfully, grabbing you and pulling you back towards him. You pressed your hands to his chest and gave him a deeper, more passionate kiss.

“You make me so happy Y/N.” he told you after you were back to cuddling.

“You make me feel a lot of things, Wonho.” you chuckled, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers. You guys fiddled with each others’ hand while the conversation went on.

“Is one of those things… that you’d like to have me as your boyfriend?” he asked, a hopeful glint in his eye.

You pretended to think it over for a minute. You put your finger to your chin and furrowed your brow comically, humming to yourself over and over as you feigned contemplation.

“Y/N, please, I’m dying over here!” he pleaded, shaking your shoulders a bit. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I would love to.” you finally answered.

His face broke out into such a big, happy smile before he kissed you again. He then leaned back to look at you, running a thumb along your cheek. “I am gonna make you so happy. I promise.”

“I’m looking forward to it, hunk-sickle.” you replied, placing your forehead against his. You couldn’t be more happy that you got over your fears and let him convince you to go out with him. Your friends were right, it really would have been like punishing yourself if you didn’t.

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Title: Mis à Nu Pairing: artist!wonho ✗ student!reader AU: artist! ✗ college! Genre: angst, artistic humour, slight fluff, Rated: NC-21+ Summary: He was an artist looking for a student who had guts and strength but also the gentle hand that could make a circle look a million dollars. You were that student, sure you had the gentle hand but did you have the guts? Shin Hoseok was handsome but he was serious when it came to art as well, what was he famous for mostly? Painting the exposed physique. A/N: Okay, so this is my first Monsta X series type anything. I hope you all like it, smut will be in the later chapters for now it’s angst and slight artistic humour. Also shout out to @btsfanficss as she’s an inspiring writer and I love her work and promised to tag her in my own. Word Count: 7.8K | ❶ | ② | ③ | ④ | ⑤ | ⑥ | ⑦ | ⑧ | ⑨ |

It was one thing to get accepted into art school, but you never thought you’d actually end up landing in the top three to go help curate an art show for the Shin Hoseok. He was a legend, his first ever art piece was his bedroom wall which he drew on as a child.

But it wasn’t just drawings, it was art, creativity, it’s what drove him to be the greatest artist of all time. You had read many books on him, his own autobiography he wrote, watched interviews even sat one of his live talks.

One thing you adored was his explicit taste, in the human body and how he sees it. Using various colours, textures and techniques to show it in all different ways. You were nervous, this was a dream come true. All you had to do was pass the exam, go to the fancy gallery dinner and then wait.

You continued to doubt yourself, there was ten minutes before you had to go in and settle into your seat and really focus. You had studied all the books, looked over all the websites yet you felt like you were walking in with a completely blank mind.

They didn’t say what the exam would be about, they barely even mentioned it in all honestly, they just said ‘there will be an exam.’ And so, you went straight to the library, spending as much time there studying as you could.

Your best friend and roommate both thought you were crazy and needed to calm down, but you had no time for messing about like they did. They didn’t understand what the fuss was until you had to put it in a way they would understand.

Of course it was no use, they still had little understanding of it but you just shrugged them off and continued studying. You glanced down at your watch, seeing time fly by so quickly. Miss Kim walking out and greeting you along with the other two female students that were chosen.

“Please come in.” She said before turning on her heel and walking back inside, expecting to see three desks with test sheets you sat three A1 canvases, bare and palettes filled with selective colours.

“Ladies, you have one hour to paint a nude. Be careful, these will be shown at the gallery tonight. Please go stand by the canvas and have your brushes in hand.” You walked over to the far right one, picking up a fairly normal sized brush and glancing at your professor.

Waiting for her approval, she looked at her watch. Eyes waiting for the hand to hit noon exactly.

“You may start.” She went and took her seat and you turned to your bare canvas, what could you do? Okay so you had the colours of brown, white, blue, red, yellow and black. An hour to paint it all onto an A1 sized surface.

You could do this, you placed the soft cream bristles into the white, bringing the colour to mix with the brown a bit to create a lighter shade. Almost of a tan skin tone. And so, you began your basic outline of the body.

Starting with the back, making it arched slightly to show the curved of the butt. Once you had a basic shape and outline you picked up the palette knife, grabbing some of the chalk paint to mix in with your own paint. Creating a thick texture before applying to the canvas.

Making sure to thickly layer it on as you go, You weren’t exactly sure what you were doing but you were going with the flow in a way. You had the back and butt done with slight tonal and shading with darker shades used.

The arms were by her side and her hair flowers to halfway below her shoulders. The thick stokes and plain white background all had a meaning to you. The sound of an old alarm clock began ringing throughout the studio and you glanced at your piece.

Pleasantly surprised with your work, you never have yourself a lot of good feedback. But now the more you stared at it and compared to the others, you realised that you could have done so, so, so much better.

They had scenery, variety of colours in theirs making it more interesting and friendly while yours looked like every other piece an artist has probably done. You sighed, placing the painting knife down and leaving after you signed your work.

You had five hours before you had to be showered, dressed and ready for this stupid galley show tonight. Great, now everyone could see and judge your crappy artwork. Just what you wanted.

You headed straight back to your dorm and showered, there was no time to waste at this point. You needed to be there in time to meet some artists and get advice. You also wanted to guard your piece and maybe keep people away from it so they aren’t blinded.

After dressing yourself in a powder blue cocktail dress that hugged your body you did your make-up and hair. Grabbing your clutch, keys and phone and taking them with you as you drove yourself to this gallery. Your phone decided to be a fuck up though and stop working halfway there.

Making it impossible for you to arrive. You finally did, at six thirty in the fucking evening. You were an hour and a half late to an exhibition featuring your own artwork. You walked inside, earning looks from guests around. You looked at the walls, eyes finally locking with your piece.

You strutted over towards it, coming to a quick stop when you saw one tall gentleman with his hands tucked away in his pickets observing the piece.

You slowly walked towards it, acting like a normal person just looking at a painting. You glanced in his direction, seeing his side profile which showed such angelic features. The dim lighting from the lights that hovered above your canvas made his face glow.

“It’s rude to stare you know?” He muttered while he kept his gaze on the painting, you quickly withdrew yourself back and looked up at the terribly done picture.

“Sorry.” You apologised, going quiet and wondering when this guy was going to leave.

“I like this piece, it says something.” He spoke once again, you turned your head to look at him. This time taking in his features quicker so you weren’t caught staring. He had fair skin, not too pale but not dark either.

A pair of rounded frames sat on the bridge of his nose, light chocolate brown curls just hovered above his eyes. His lips were plump and mesmerising, and his eyes. Although you couldn’t see into them much, the lights reflected into them as if they were glass.

“Byun Baekhyun.” He said finally turning to you, holding out his hand while you glanced at it. You placed your own on his and looked up to meet his sharp gaze.

“Y/n L/n.” You introduced yourself, going to shake his hand instead he brought your hand to his lips and pressed them against it. They were warm and soft, exactly how they looked.

“So, I get to meet the famous Y/n L/n.” He said with a slight smile and you could feel the blood rush to your cheeks.

“I-I wouldn’t say that.” You said looking down at your feet, embarrassed. He used his index finger to push your chin back up and look into your eyes.

“I adore your artwork. I have a friend that’s actually looking for a student to help with him this autumn. Shin Hoseok?” Your eyes went wide, was this guy joking.

“Y-You know Shin Hoseok?” You asked shocked and he nodded before adjusting his glasses on his face slightly.

“We’ve been close friends for a long time. I’m sure someone like you would enjoy his company.” He said and as much as you wanted to say yes, those two other girls put in just as much time and effort into this as you did. Possibly even more.

“As good as that sounds, it’s not fair. Those girls are amazing and have a better chance. I’d hate for him to waste an opportunity on someone like me. But thank you.” You said and he nodded, accepting your declination.

“Well if you ever change your mind, you know who to contact to get to me.” He said before you nodded and walked off towards the buffet table. Baekhyun pulled out his phone and went into his contacts before clicking on the familiar number.

Holding his phone up to his ear as he listened to the sounds of ringing, shoving the other into the pocket of his dress pants.

“Hoseok? Hello, how you been old friend? That’s good. Look, I don’t want to try and play favourites but I think I found you your girl.” Baekhyun said as his eyes trailed up your figure. You were like an angel to him, he’d never seen someone to beautiful.

“Y/n, L/n. She’s an art student and applying for your programme. I promise you, she is not a waste of time.”

Your phone was working but your car broke down halfway back to campus which means you were walking in the dark, in a cocktail dress and uncomfortable heels with no reception. It felt like hours had gone by and not a single car and passed.

And when you thought all hope was lost you saw headlights approaching fast and quick, slowing as they got closer to you. You prayed it wasn’t some creep mistaking you for a prostitute or something. They wound down their window.

That face looked so familiar but it was so dark and you were so tired you didn’t even care at this point.

“Are you okay? Do you need a ride?” The man’s husky voice asked as you nodded, stepping towards the car door and opening it before sliding in.

“Where to?” He asked, placing his hand on the gear stick and the other resting on the wheel.

“Just Kyung Hee University.” You said and he nodded, keeping his face in the shadows. You felt a little uncomfortable getting a ride from a complete stranger but what else were you supposed to do? Sit around and wait for a friend to show up?

The drive was quiet, it felt like the drive was taking hours even though it was only twenty-two minutes to get there.

When he pulled up outside the school grounds you thanked him and hurried out of the car before running to your dorm.

You peeled the tight clothing from your body and kicked off the heels that were causing your feet to blister and grow sore. Not even caring about showering or putting on other clothes you fell right into the squeaky mattress and fell asleep.

Waking up the next morning to loud banging on your door made you drag yourself out of bed and throw on a t-shirt and answer it. Seeing your best friend with a large grin on her face as she tried to hide the excitement that was dying to burst out.

“It’s here.” She waved the white envelop in his hand as you reached out and grabbed it while pulling her inside and sitting down on your bed. Her sitting opposite with you as she watched with a smile as you stared at it, reading the label.

You bit your lip before tearing open the top in straight line before sliding out the folded paper, shaky hands unfolding it neatly before eyes scanning over the letter.

“Dear Miss L/n, we would gladly like to inform you that you have been chosen out of the top three nominated students and will be attending the six weeks as a student working under great artist Shin Hoseok…!” You squealed with excitement, jumping forwards into your best friend’s arms.

“I knew you would get it! You have amazing talent and you worked so hard for that position.” She said as you pulled back and reread the letter quickly making sure it’s real. Black on white.

“I can’t believe it. I mean I’m glad I got it but…why me?” You said slightly shocked, this is all you’ve ever dreamed about and it’s happening.

“So, when do you start?” She asked as you look back down and read over the details.

“Next week, four in the morning!?” You almost screamed at the time you had to be up and at that place by. Was this for real?

“Damn, why do they want you to start so early?” She asked, peering at the letter to see no reason as to why you must start at such a ridiculous time of the morning.

You were already swamped with your other studies and keeping on top of them, how were you supposed to do that and do this?

Maybe you should reconsider this, sure it is a one in a life time opportunity but this should go to someone who has time and deserves it. You looked up to make eye contact with your best friend.

That look on your face which she immediately recognised and shook her head while crossing her arms over her chest.

“No. No. Absolutely not. You worked just as hard for this shit, even more plus did you other subjects. I can take notes in class for you and help with your homework and assignments. Do not give this up please.” She begged and you sighed.

Maybe you could do this, you nodded your head and agreed.

“But if it gets too much for you then you tell me okay? I don’t want you swamped with work just because you have to do my stuff too. Deal?” You held out her hand and with a smirk and a nod she shook it and agreed.

“Deal.”

“Now, what am I going to wear on my first day?”

First impressions were important, not with just attitude but with how you look as well. After many hours and even days of trying to decide what to wear you went with a beige skater skirt and a tucked in white blouse.

You had your hair pulled back into a low bun with strands handing out and decorating the shape of your face. Your rounded golden rim glasses sat on the bridge of your nose and your art diary tucked into your arms carefully.

Along with notes and your own paint brushes. You got your friend to drop you off, so there you stood. Outside the large building that looked like it was old and falling to pieces. You walked up to the door, looking down at the address and number to make sure it’s correct.

You pressed the button for the apartment number and heard a loud buzzing before a little silence followed.

“Name and what do you want?” You heard a deep voice boom from the speaker and you jumped a little.

“U-Uhm, Y/n L/n and I-I’m here for t-the art thi-ng?” You stuttered, your cheeks heating up. There was silence on the other end before a loud buzzing was made again and the door creaked open a little. Allowing you to open it wider and step into the building.

There wasn’t an elevator which meant you had to walk up 5 sets of stairs before getting to his apartment. On the way up you kept trying out things to say and all.

“Hi, it’s so nice to be working with you.” You said in a chirpy tone, shaking your head as you realised it sounded fake and girly.

“Thank you for allowing this opportunity. I take this very seriously.” You said in slight monotone, it made you sound grown up but also like you were trying to make yourself sound older.

“I thank you for accepting me, what shall we start with?” You said in your normal happy tone, it wasn’t perfect but at least it didn’t sound fake or forced. Before you knew it, you were standing outside his door.

Hesitating to knock, you hand had been balled into a fist and ready to knock but thoughts that hadn’t even crossed your mind started to swirl.

What if he doesn’t like me? What if I look too slutty? Will he be mean? Can I actually do this?

You knocked softly three times, hearing only silence as you gripped your book tightly enough for your knuckles to turn white. You held your breath, your eyes growing watering from the lack of oxygen.

Finally, you heard some movement meaning the man was still alive, the door opening and there he stood. A white shirt clung to his body, he wore black sweatpants and grey socks. He had his glasses pushed up so they day on top his head pushing his hair off his forehead.

His brown locks sticking in different directions as if he hadn’t brushed it or combed it. That breath you had been holding slowly left your body, allowing you to suck in another deep breath.

“Ah, the student?” He asked with a slight smirked, you could only nod and look anywhere else but at him.

“Well come on in and we’ll get started.” His eyes quickly scanned over your frame as he said so before shuffling back into his apartment with you to follow. You closed the door and watched him disappear behind a door, you just stood awkwardly as you looked around.

Seeing many famous paintings and some his own he must have painted, all different styles, colours and techniques. They went well against the white plain wall. Hoseok returned just moments later with a silver tray and two tea cups with steam flowing out the tops.

A small bowl of sugar cubes sat between them as he placed them down on the coffee table and gestured for you to sit on the couch.

“I made you some tea, I want to thank you for coming to early. I understand it’s not a good time to be up and working but you have a lot to learn. So we’ll have tea and then I’ll take you to my studio and we can get started…what was your name again?” You wanted to frown but smiled instead and repeated your name.

You tried to remind yourself that he must have a busy life and so him not remembering your name wasn’t the end of the world but this man was your idol. Someone you looked up to and strived to be in so many ways.

He had confidence, rhythm, techniques and a way that made him to not only loved by many but desired by the opposite sex too.

Women wanted to be with him, men wanted to be him. He was just so balanced and into this world and that’s all you’ve ever wanted. A place to be in this world.

“Right, now we shall start. Follow me.” He stood up and began walking down a hallway, you stood and followed. His studio was in his own apartment? That’s new but interesting. You watched as he twisted an old rusty doorknob and opened up to a bright room.

The silk curtains had been opened to let the warm sun beam in, there in the room stood a few canvases in a semi-circle around a small what looks to be a couch or bed of some sort. Some of the canvases were just started, you could see the outline of curves.

Some had colour, watercolour to be specific added to them. The body shaped and positioned in ways a normal human probably could achieve with willing enough. Some were unrealistic and some were.

He walked over to one and removed the large canvas, placing a new blank one on instead before retrieving a set of watercolours and paint brushes.

“Oh it’s okay, I have my own paint brushes. They’re my lucky ones.” You stated, showing him the few you held tightly in your hand. He scoffed at your comment and rolled his eyes. Did he really just do that?

“Jennie!” He called out, you were confused and about to tell him your name was not Jennie when a door opened and a completely naked woman walked out and towards you two. You looked away, feeling red colour your cheeks as she approached you two.

“Ah Jennie, this is y/n. She’s an amateur art student who has come to learn under me. Y/n this is Jennie, my partner.” You didn’t know why but your body froze. Partner? Your mind circled with the definition.

Partner;

1. a person who takes part in an undertaking with another or others, especially in a business or firm with shared risks and profits.

either of two people dancing together or playing a game or sport on the same side.

either member of a married couple or of an established unmarried couple.

a person with whom one has sex; a lover.

a friendly form of address by one man to another.

Maybe they were just close friends, wait why do you care? You are just here to paint and learn and get this over with. Who this man has any sexual relationship with is none of your business. You nodded to whatever they were saying and turned to your canvas. Picking up your pencil ready to start.

“What are you doing?” He asked glancing at your hand with what can only be described as a confused and irritated look.

“I usually draw my outline in pencil before I start.” You said softly, he pulled the pencil out of your hand and threw it across the room. You just stood there in shock and scared.

“No, we don’t do grade five shit. Pick up your paint brush and get started.” He spat, why was he so angry all of a sudden? Not long ago he was a gentleman and made you tea and welcomed you nicely?

You nodded and quietly begun, trying not to stare and show your awkwardness. It was a little hard since a tall woman stood naked in the room in a very what you can only say is a ‘sexual position’ to you.

You glanced over to Hoseok’s canvas to see him doing so well, his eyes trained on her body carefully as he painted what he could see on the canvas. He ran his tongue over his lips and glanced back at his canvas, watching his hand glide along the soft surface.

Creating shape, colour, mood and more. You looked at your own, seeing how realistic it had been trying to be. Maybe you should try something unrealistic. You washed your paint brush off the beige skin colour and began to apply a navy blue instead.

Gliding it along where the beige sat, but doing it in a way that made half of the body navy and the other half skin colour. You continued, working in with other colours of red, yellows and purples. Enjoying how it was turning out.

Hoseok sighed as he put his paintbrush down and looked at his canvas, to him it was another stupid nude piece that would never sell for more than 2,000₩. He bit his lip as he glanced at your canvas, watching your hand glide and create such a big expression.

How is some college student able to do something so beautiful when I can’t even do a body? He though as his eyes moved from the canvas to you. Seeing the trained look in your eyes as you worked. Blocking out the world and distractions.

“Times up.” He growled, causing you to jump and luckily your brush didn’t flinch as you did. Jennie let out a sigh of relief as she got up and stretched her body out from staying in such a position for so long. She walked back into the room and you assume she’s going to get dressed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he spat, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him. You held your breath once again, trying to find your voice somehow.

“I-I was just doing w-what I thought you wanted me to do.” You stuttered and tripped over your words, you could feel your eyes stinging with tears. What was this man’s problem?

“Well stop trying. You are here to learn and follow my orders.” With that he let you go and stormed off to another room. You stood there shocked and confused as to why he was suddenly being an asshole.

“Well I’ve never met such an asshole.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed as you spun around to glance at your piece. It had some type of glow to it? You weren’t sure if it was just the bright lighting through the apartment window of the early sun or maybe it did have a glow.

You began pacing back and forth, trying ti figure out what to say to this man to try and get him to calm down or at least stop being cold towards you in a way.

“Hello sir, I’m so sorry for causing you any trouble and I do want to learn--no that sounds too ‘pet teacher.’” You said to yourself as you shook your head and continued pacing.

“Excuse my behavior, I don’t work well in new environ--fuck no. Fuck! Fucking hell. Why am I so shit at all of this? He’s a fucking dick and needs to grow a pair and get over the fact he has a tiny cock!”

“I have a tiny cock?” You heard a stifled laugh come from the other side of the room and spun around to see him standing there. His hair still pushed back by his glasses and a look in his eye that send shivers down your spine.

“I-uh, no! That’s not what I meant. I meant to say ‘clock’ cause you have one on the wall that’s very very tiny and I can’t read the time on it. I-uh, I should actually go. Coming here was a mistake this was a mistake.” You said reaching and grabbing your cardigan and bag.

Going to walk past him but instead he grabbed your arms and pushed you against the nearest wall. His face only inches from yours but his lips only millimeters and they hovered over your own trembling one.

“You leave when I say you do.” His tone was demanding, very dominant, very...

“Daddy.” As soon as the word slipped you slammed your hands over your mouth and pushed past him and out of the building as fast as your feet would drag you. This was not happening, you did not just say that to your mentor.

What the fuck happened? It’s like you had no control over your mouth at that time. Out of all the times you could have embarrassed yourself with words it had to be then and there didn’t it?

You sighed as you walked down the sidewalk, completely unaware of anyone or anything. Your shoulder barging into another and you looked up to apologise to the person only to see eyes you’ve seen before.

“Baekhyun?” You questioned just to make sure you were talking to the right guy.

“Y/n, it’s nice to see you here. What are you doing here?” He asked as you chuckled and brushed some loose strands behind your ear and glanced down at your shoes.

“I um, just finished my first lesson with Hoseok. I got in! I can’t believe it. It’s been...great. Really great.” He gave you this look where he wasn’t sure whether to believe you or not.

“Why am I having trouble believing you?” He asked and you smiled and shrugged your shoulders.

“I--”

“Y/n, there you are. You forgot this at mine.” Hoseok suddenly piped in, holding up the navy blue cardigan you must have dropped when he pushed you up against the wall. You were so stunned you didn’t even notice.

“Oh Baekhyun, good to see you. I see you’ve been talking to y/n.” Hoseok glanced at your for a second.

“Yes, we just bumped into each other. I was about to run over to yours actually and tell you about this true artist competition coming up that y/n might be interested in. This is her chance to get her name out there.” Baekhyun said gesturing to you.

“Well I’ll discuss it with my student. Come along y/n, we still have a lot to work on.” Hoseok said but you shook your head.

“Actually, I’m kind of unwell. I think I’m going to head back to campus.” You said, rubbing your stomach slightly.

“I’ll walk you home.” Baekhyun said, going to place his hand on your waist but Hoseok instead pulled you into him and smiled at Baekhyun.

“Actually, I think I should take her home, I know her address.” And with those words you were being dragged to wherever the heck Hoseok decided to take you. You were a little scared, what was he going to do to you?

Was he really going to take you home? Or take you to his apartment to abuse you or something for running out like that. You kept your mouth shut the entire time, afraid if you spoke you might upset him more than he already seems to be.

You arrived back at his apartment, you tried to keep your distance from him but it was a little hard with him backing you up against the wall. You felt a little intimidated by his height and how close his body was to yours.

His cologne was strong and filled your nostrils, you weren’t sure what he was wearing but it was beautiful.

“If you ever speak to Byun Baekhyun again, I will end any chance you have at becoming an artist. I’m a very powerful man, I can do things that people wouldn’t even dream.” His harsh tone mixed with his words frightened you.

Was this man crazy? Thoughts on what to say swirled in your head, you wanted to practice them, a habit you gained from a child. But nothing seemed to want to leave your mouth. You decided to nod and try and squeeze past the man and out the door.

Taking the fastest way you could back to campus so you could just hide. Your nerves burned and you fell a buzz rush through your body as soon as you made it into your room. Throwing off your cardigan and slipping off your shoes before sitting down.

Your head spun and your chest heaved up in down, what had you gotten yourself into? This man was very weird and different from what you had read and seen from on stage events. You could feel your stomach bubble and mind twist to come up with a solution.

Listen. That’s all you could do for now, just listen and follow orders that he gives you and then you can paint and gain experience and then he’ll write a reference letter for you guaranteeing you a gallery show of all your artworks and then you can officially get your name out there.

Easier said than done.

You ended up falling asleep and waking up to your phone ringing like crazy, who was trying to disturb your slumber? You grabbed your phone, blinking harshly so your eyes could focus as they got used to the bright glow of the screen.

‘Kim Taehyung is Calling…’

You sighed and answered the call, holding the phone up to your ear to listen to your brother probably yell into the phone about something.

“WHY IS NUI UPSET!?” You winced as his voice bombarded your ear and nearly made you go deaf.

“I don’t know, what did you do?” You asked, voice hoarse as you sat yourself up and brushed your fingers through your bed hair.

“I don’t know. I did everything right. I put the toilet seat down after using it, I did the washing, I folded the clothes and put them away in the correct drawer.” He explained and you nodded, responding with a hum.

“Have you said anything that might of made her upset with you?” You asked and you heard silence for a minute.

“I don’t think so. I was telling her about work giving me more hours and—“

“Ah, see. You did something without consulting her and so she’s upset about that.” You explained and he finally understood.

“Ooohhhh. I’ll talk to her, thanks so much sis.” He said and you smiled to yourself, where would your brother be without you?

“Okay, give my love to Nui and tell mum when you see her next I’m doing great. Love you bro.” He said his goodbyes and hung up, you got out of your bed and slipped into something more comfortable.

Some silk pink shorts and a simple dark grey t-shirt, letting your hair fall out as you slipped on some slippers and grabbed your wallet. It was time for a late night trip to McDonalds for dinner. Only a three minute walk from where you were.

You walked in, thinking on what you want as you read the menu. You finally walked up and ordered, getting your receipt and waiting for it to be ready. Once it was you walked outside, not looking as you bumped into another figure.

“So sorry sir.” You apologised, bowing slightly before meeting their eyes. A smirk appeared across their face as you recognized them.

“Mr. Shin what brings you here?” You asked stuttering throughout your sentence as you avoided eye contact as much as you could.

“I was just getting something to eat quickly. I didn’t realise the time I was so busy painting. Care to join me?” He asked but you only shook your head and was on your way.

Things felt so weird around him now, you didn’t feel comfortable or anything. You just felt like you were, a waste of space.

“I’m sorry, you were pestering me about this before you were selected and now you want to quit? What changed your mind?” Your professor crossed her arms over her chest as you played with your fingers.

“He just is weird. He has a different mood like every five minutes. He was nice in the start then something changed I guess? I don’t know, but I can’t keep seeing him.” You said calmly as she began chucking.

“What?” You asked confused as to why she would laugh at a student’s safety.

“What Mr. Shin Hoseok has Miss L/n is a condition called ‘Bipolar.’ It’s when he has an often change of mood. I’m sure with a little research you can find out a way for you two to get along.” Her hand directed towards the door of her office.

Stating for you to ‘leave’ while she got back to her work. You had heard of the condition before but never thought that an artist like Shin Hoseok would suffer from it. You decided to take her advice, getting into your laptop and researching what it was and how you could handle it.

A lot of web pages and books written about how to handle someone with this issue and what things they don’t like. After some time you finally put the laptop away and grabbed your coat before taking a walk outside.

You wanted to walk around for a bit, get to know the city in a way. You decided to call Baekhyun to ask if he wanted to show you around, you pulled out your phone and dialled the number for his assistant who would transfer you to him.

“Byun Baekhyun’s office.” The lady answered as you stopped and moved to the side so people could walk past while you talked and stood in the stop.

“Hi, my name is Y/n L/n I was—“

“Oh yes! Mr Byun said to let him know when you called. I’ll put you through.” And within seconds Baekhyun’s voice was ringing in your ears like a beam of sunlight warming you up on a cold day.

“I thought you’d never call again.” He chuckled, a smile broke out on your face.

“Actually I was wondering if you wanted to give me a tour around the city maybe? We could meet up outside a restaurant and maybe get something to eat?” You asked, you weren’t sure if he could hear the shakiness in your voice but he still agreed.

“I’d love to. Where do you want to meet up at?” He asked, you looked around. Spotting a simple restaurant before glancing at the name.

“Minho’s?” You suggested and heard a small hum.

“Alright. See you soon.” He hung up and you headed over to wait, sitting down in the seat and waiting quietly for Baekhyun to show.

As soon as the call ended Baekhyun couldn’t wipe the grin off his face, he began getting ready. Putting on a simple white button up shirt tucked into some blue jeans and putting on some shoes before grabbing his sunglasses and slipping them onto his face.

He left this apartment quickly and began heading down the pathway to the restaurant, he was thinking about what he would talk about with you once he got there. He didn’t want to talk about work or jobs or Hoseok.

He’d prefer to keep it casual, normal conversations about interests and dislikes. He was practically power walking down the side-walk, people giving him funny looks as he went by which he ignored. Until he ran into someone he didn’t want to see today.

“Baekhyun, it’s nice to see you today. Where you off to?” He asked, a small smirk on his face and Baekhyun tried to think of a quick excuse.

“Just out for lunch with a friend.” It wasn’t a total lie, he was going to lunch and you were just a friend…for now.

“Who’s the friend?” Hoseok asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Baekhyun’s face slightly stiffen.

“Nobody you know, just an old art friend of mine.” Baekhyun lied right through his teeth causing Hoseok to smirk.

“Seven years and have you ever been able to lie to me?” Hoseok asked and Baekhyun sighed, getting irritated because he had to meet with you.

“I know who it is now, you’re off to see my student.” Hoseok chuckled at how red Baekhyun began to go in the cheeks, but even though he looked like he was mocking Baek on the outside on the inside his insides were burning in irritation.

“I-I know what this looks like Hoseok but I promise you it’s not what you think. We’re just going to lunch and having a nice day out together.” Baekhyun said calmly, face still heated and red.

“Yeah, like a date.” Hoseok stated and Baekhyun shook his head, not wanting to give in easily. Baekhyun did want this to be a date, but he didn’t know if you saw him like that or not.

“Baekhyun, if you go on that date, I’ll tell everyone about Lisa. I’m sure the newspaper will love to have your photos splashed and in black and white. ‘Critic? More like Killer.’” Hoseok said, using his hands to get out what he was saying.

“Lisa was an accident! You know that, and you’re just as guilty as me that night!” With that Baekhyun stormed off, in the opposite direction. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea for you to see him right now, Hoseok smirked as he watched his friend storm off.

He began heading towards the restaurant that you sat at, you were glowing. He’d never seen you looks so relaxed and happy. But he could feel his insides burning again knowing that the only reason you were so happy currently was because you thought Baekhyun was coming.

He walked on over, acting like he didn’t see you at you. You looked up and almost yelped when you saw him standing there at the front counter. You grabbed the menu, hiding yourself behind it.

“Ma’am are you ready to take your order?” The waiter asked, holding a pen and notepad as he looked down at you. Hoseok looked over, already knowing it was you and smirked. ‘

“No not yet thank you.” You squeaked out, after a few minutes you decided to put the menu down. He must have not seen you. As soon as you placed it down you screamed slightly and your body jolted as you saw a smirking Hoseok sitting across from you.

“What can I do you for?” You asked, trying your best to plaster a smile onto your face as Hoseok smirked slightly.

“Well hello to you as well, it’s nice to see you after you ran out of my apartment the other day and we haven’t had any contact since then.” Hoseok said and you began to go red, feeling embarrassed that he knew you were trying to avoid him.

“I-I’ve been busy.” You defended causing a small chuckle to leave his lips.

“I don’t know how you think this works but you’re required to come every day from four to whatever time you leave. Staying for at least four hours which is the minimum time before you can leave.” Hoseok explained causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yes, I know how it works I read the letter when I received it thank you.” You said with an irritated tone evident before pulling the menu back up to hide your face.

“Then what are you doing, sitting in a restaurant, waiting for Baekhyun?” He asked, causing you to slam the menu back down onto the table. A few people glancing in your direction to see the commotion.

“How do you know I’m waiting for him. I could be waiting for my mother to arrive.” You said and he smiled, enjoying your reaction to this.

“He told me all about it, he told me how he was going to come to this lunch, then walk around with you, he would buy you flowers, then when you thought things couldn’t get better you two would go to the fare tonight and he would kiss you on top of the Ferris wheel. Once he’s got you all over him, he’ll take you back to his apartment, sleep with you, then slowly destroy your life.”

As Hoseok explained Baekhyun’s ‘So Called’ plans to woo you, he kept a stern face. His tone didn’t weave any silliness or over exaggerations. He was dead serious.

“No, Baekhyun wouldn’t hurt me like that.” You said, trying your best to fight back the tears. Is that really who Baekhyun is?

“Well if he didn’t want to hurt you, then why did he stand you up?” You opened your mouth to protest and defend Baek but he had you there. Where was Baekhyun? Hoseok lived further away from Baekhyun and he made it here before him.

Your phone began ringing, the number reading a slightly memorable one so you picked up. Eyes on Hoseok as you answered the call.

“Hello?” You asked, hearing the same female’s voice you spoke to earlier.

“Yes Miss L/n, I am Mr. Byun’s assistant calling to inform you he had to cancel last minute due to a meeting coming up. He would like to reschedule and would like you to call back when you have a time and date in mind?” Your eyes tried to leave the man’s who had been sitting across from you.

But they couldn’t, you were so shocked that he knew this would happen. Had Baekhyun done this to women or girls before? Lead them on and make plans and ruin everything at last minute. No he was too good to be like that.

“Actually, I’m free Monday night, would he like to take me out then?” You asked, hearing some shuffling of papers before her voice returned.

“He has a meeting from six until eight so he should be good for eight-thirty to eleven.” She said and you agreed to the time and date. Hanging up and looking away from Hoseok.

“Let me guess, he had some business to attend to? Yeah, that’s his message of ‘go away.’” Hoseok said, you didn’t care anymore, tears burned your eyes as they threatened to fall while you shook your head and kept it low to avoid any fuss.

“Why are you doing this? Do the problems in my life entertain you or something? You’re a sick person.” You stood up and stormed out of the restaurant, paying the bill before leaving.

Hoseok sat there stunned, your words hitting a nerve and something in his head was triggered. His own mother abandoning him after she said she would be back later.

He was sitting on the floor in the living room, playing with his blocks when he saw his mother with bags in her hands. She looked sad.

“Mummy where are you going?” He asked, his mother whimpering as she fought back the tears.

“Just out for a bit baby.” She said softly.

“Will you be back?” He asked, she nodded. Biting her tongue as she tried not to cry.

“When?” He asked, she sighed. Taking in his picture for a moment before answering.

“Soon.” And with that she left him, alone. Forgotten.

Hoseok didn’t realise he had phased out and stood up before leaving as well to return to his own apartment.

He sat in his chair, hand balled into a fist as he rested his chin on it slightly. Thinking as his other hand rested on the arm of the leather brown couch, his fingers tapping slowly against it as he was lost in thought.

“Hoseok, are you coming?” He was brought back to reality a he looked up to see Jennie standing in the door frame facing him. A silk black robe around her but not done up showing him the black lace she wore underneath as she had a subtle smirk on her lips.

He sighed and stood up, slowly walking over towards the room. She made her way towards the bed and he turned around so his body now faced out towards the couch he just sat on. He closed the door slowly, not sure if he was really in the mood tonight.

“Is something wrong baby?” He sat on the edge of the bed, still lost in thought. He felt so confused and lonely. She began kissing down his neck, running her hands along his torso feeling his upper body build.

“No, nothing.” He said, mind still lost somewhere else but slowly coming back to the real world.

“Good.” His hand slid down and grabbed his clothed crotch, squeezing it causing an aroused grunt to leave his lips as he succumbed to the pleasure she was giving him. But while she did everything to him, he couldn’t take his mind off you.

You were stuck there like glue in his head, he wanted to only think of Jennie and no one else. He wanted to not be that guy that thinks of another girl while fucking someone else.

But he was, and it looks like for now that might be a secret he’ll keep to himself.

The first part is done yayayay! I hope you guys like it, I enjoyed writing it even though it was long. But yeah, part two will be out soon!

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