#sitting in Yoongi’s car in the middle of the night were some of my favourite scenes to write

[bangtann-bangdamn]

Q_Q It's really over now....but honestly this ending couldn't have been better! I'm really moved to tears. I was so with them from the start of the story and really hoped it would turn out fine for them because they deserved it after all that happened. Thank you so much for this wonderful story! It will always have a special place in my heart <3 And now I will go back to reread all of it. I want to go back to sitting in Yoongis car late at night because these were a few of my fav moments! THANKS

Considering all the pain I put them through, how could I not give them their happy ending 🥺🤧

Thank you so much for reading! I can only hope you enjoy it half as much the second time reading through 💜

[streetlight11]

Daycare

Summary: He sends his daughter to a daycare centre during the day when he's busy working. He loves his daughter so much but is unable to give her full attention. However, the little girl understands. Just so happens, the little girl has grown really fond of one of her daycare teachers and she loves to tell her father about her. What happens when he meets his daughter's daycare teacher one day out of pure curiosity only to fall for her later?

Theme: Family, stranger(?) to lovers

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: IdolParent!Taehyung x DaycareTeacher!Reader

Word count: 4.4k

A/n: Hi, hello. I just get so soft when I see my favourite kpop boys interact with kids and I know Taehyung loves kids so I thought of writing this. Let me know if there’s any mistakes! Other than that, enjoy reading! :)

“Okay guys, you can take a break. We’ll resume in 15 minutes.” Their choreographer said as the 7 boys let out tired groans and sighs before collapsing to the ground. Taehyung took a few heavy breaths before making his way to the bags where he took his phone out to make a video call. 

A few seconds later, a familiar high pitched voice ringed through his phone speaker as the little girl stepped in front of the front camera where her grandma was holding up the phone.

“Dada!”

“Hi my flower! How are you? Have you eaten?”

“Yes dada! Grandma made chicken soup today!” Just then, the rest of the boys came rushing to Taehyung’s side as they were all taking turns to say hello to the little girl.

“Ahh! Lily ahhh! Hello!” The boys said while the little girl giggled excitedly before waving to the camera.

“Omg so cute.” Namjoon commented, only for him and Hoseok to wriggle at how cute Lily was being.

Lily was Taehyung’s daughter. Yes, he and his ex-girlfriend was still young at the time when she accidentally conceived the little girl. However, Taehyung’s ex left the baby for Taehyung’s care, completely abandoning them. Taehyung of course didn’t have the heart to throw the baby away so he ended up taking care of her.

He got the help of his family to look after the kid while he was preparing to debut. At the time, nobody knew about this except for his family. It was after he debuted that his members and his CEO and soon after, the company staff members along with his manager found out about the child.

However, Taehyung wasn’t kicked out from the team. In fact, he was given the chance to continue his career but that would mean less time to spend with his daughter. Taehyung wanted to work hard and be successful in the future for himself and his family, that includes his daughter.

Hence, the reason why he stayed with the team.

It has been 9 years since her birth and now that Bangtan was doing quite well, Taehyung was able to support his family and his daughter.

“Dada! Dada!” She called, making the boys squeal at her cuteness.

“Yes my flower?”

“I’m going back to school tomorrow! I can’t wait to meet Miss Pretty!”

“Do you really call her that?”

“Yes!”

“And she’s fine with it?”

“Miss Pretty is very nice! She’s not like the other teachers.” Taehyung laughed, staring at his daughter with such loving eyes. But soon, his happy little time had to come to an end since practice was about to resume.

“Sweetheart, Dada has to go now okay? Say bye to your uncles.”

“Bye bye uncles! Bye bye Dada!”

“Bye Lily!” The boys said in unison before Taehyung blew her a kiss and she did the same. After he hung up the call, Yoongi spoke up.

“Who’s Miss Pretty?”

Taehyung just shrugged his shoulders indicating he doesn’t know.

“I only know she’s one of the daycare centre teachers where I send Lily to everyday but I’ve never met her before.”

“Lily seemed to really like this ‘Miss Pretty’ a lot.” Namjoon commented.

“She likes everyone.” Taehyung said before going back to the middle of the room.

“No she doesn’t. She told you she doesn’t like some of our female staff members, remember?” Namjoon said, causing the rest of them to laugh.

“Maybe because they didn’t really know how to handle her.”

“Hyung, she told me Shiyeon and Jaemi noona scared her.” Jungkook said, causing Taehyung to sigh.

“I guess it doesn’t matter.” Taehyung confessed.

A few days passed by, as usual, Taehyung couldn’t pick Lily up from school due to his late working hours so his manager went to pick her up at 630 in the evening. It was 10 minutes past 6 and some of the kids had gone home with their parents.

Lily was just sitting in one of the small tables, playing with a board game alone when (Y/N), one of the daycare centre teachers, who was also ‘Miss Pretty’ as what Lily likes to call her, came up to the little girl only to join her at her seat.

“Hi Lily.” (Y/N) said with a soft smile on her face.

“Hello Miss Pretty!” Lily said as she got out of her seat and went to wrap her arms around (Y/N)’s hips. (Y/N) giggled. Hugging the little girl back before they went to take a seat. They chatted for the next few minutes while they waited for her guardian to arrive.

“Lily, can I ask you something?”

“Mhm!”

“The man who picks you up everyday, is that your uncle?”

“Nope! He’s my Dada’s manager. Dada is a singer!”

“Oh? Really? Who is he?”

“He is in a group!”

(Y/N) stared at the little girl in awe as the girl began to hum to a song that she recognized. She knew it all too well. It was Run.

“You mean, Bangtan?”

“Yes! Hehe. Do you know my uncles and Dada?”

(Y/N) didn’t want the girl to be afraid or feel like she was going to expose her to the fans that she was a child to one of the members so she shook her head. Just then, the little girl told her to turn on a song by BTS on youtube because she wanted to show (Y/N) who her dad was. (Y/N) did just that, only to click on the most recent comeback they had a few months back with the song title ‘Black Swan’.

The video played but Lily never stopped it, just enjoying the music together with (Y/N) but then she suddenly clicked pause when one of the members got a close up shot and she immediately smiled while eagerly pointing to the screen.

“Dada! That’s him!”

With that, (Y/N) took a good look, only to realize that it was Taehyung. Who happens to also be her favourite member. (Y/N) wasn’t disappointed that he has a child. Instead, she was happy that he never gave up and continued to persevere for his daughter.

“This is your dad?”

“Yeap! He is awesome isn’t he?” The little girl giggled.

“Yeah. He is.” (Y/N) replied with a smile when a familiar voice calls out to Lily from the class door.

“Uncle Sejinie!” Lily said as the man smiled to both (Y/N) and Lily.

(Y/N) returned the gesture, walking Lily to him. Once they were at the door, Lily went ahead to put on her shoe when the man said to the little girl.

“Lily ah, your father wants me to bring you to the company building. He wants to see you.” With that, she began to jump up and down excitedly while holding onto (Y/N)’s hands. The man glanced at their locked hands and frowned.

“But your teacher won’t be coming with us.”

Lily pouted sadly only to ask why, her voice laced with sadness. (Y/N) looked at the man and he was visibly feeling bad but she completely understood why.

“Lily, sweetheart, listen to me okay? I have no special connections with your dad so I can’t go in there. But you’ll still see me here everyday? Right?” (Y/N) tried to talk some sense into the little girl as Lily began to tear.

“B-But, I want you to meet Dada…”

“Next time okay sweetie?” (Y/N) said, only for Lily to nod. She gave (Y/N) a warm hug before waving goodbye to her.

The two of them soon left the centre while (Y/N) quickly packed her things and went to tidy the class a little before heading home. After she locked the centre, she slowly walked towards her car. She got in and soon drove off. But her mind drifted back to earlier.

“Is Taehyung a single dad then? Where is Lily’s mother? I feel so bad that she grew up without a mother figure…” These questions floated in her head as she drove back to her apartment.

But this didn’t make her look down on him. He was still human and humans make mistakes. No doubt, even though she found him to be the most charming and cutest member of Bangtan, she just couldn’t help but wonder just how adorable he would be with his daughter. She would probably melt if she saw how he is with Lily. 

That same evening, Taehyung’s manager and Lily soon arrived at the Bighit building as his manager led her up to the 9th floor of the building.

He showed her which room they were in, only for her to run while the man held her bag for her. Lily reached for the door handle with a little jump. She pulled the door handle down and soon pushed the door open. The guys were just scattered around the room, practicing for the upcoming comeback in a few months.

“Dada!” Lily’s voice echoed in the room. She ran to Taehyung in a heartbeat. His face immediately lit up upon seeing his daughter, easily scooping her off the ground.

“My flower! Omg you’re here!” Taehyung said as he kissed her on her soft cheeks and also on her tiny lips, making the girl giggle.

The rest of them began to huddle around the parent and child as they took turns to greet the little girl. They ended up being distracted by her for a while but she listened to her father when he told her to wait quietly at the couch until he ended practice and she did exactly that.

She even fell asleep with Taehyung’s phone in her small hands while waiting for him. Taehyung took her to his dorm as she slept over there for the night since it was a weekend the next day and the guys were having two days off.

During the weekend, Lily couldn’t stop talking about (Y/N) even though she still calls her ‘Miss Pretty’ when talking to her dad about her.

Taehyung has been hearing all these nice stories of this teacher of Lily so he figured, maybe it was time to meet the person who has been taking very good care of his daughter when he’s busy working everyday and night. It was a Wednesday evening and Lily was just talking to (Y/N) at one of the tables as usual while waiting for her guardian to pick her up.

Just when she was about to tickle Lily for stealing her markers, a deep raspy voice spoke up from the entrance. A sense of familiarity to the voice lingers in her ear for a little too long.

(Y/N) glanced over to the door, only to see a young man standing there with a white mask over his nose and mouth but his eyes were too familiar for her not to recognize.

“Lily ah, Dada’s here.”

That’s when Taehyung finally locks eyes with (Y/N), only then he realizes how true his daughter described her to be. She was a lot cuter than he imagined with the genuine smile on her face as she joked around with his daughter.

With that being said, Lily gasped, running straight to Taehyung. (Y/N) watched as he scooped the little girl up swiftly, nuzzling his face in her small neck. (Y/N) giggled softly at the cute interaction between a father and a daughter. Once she was standing in front of the idol, she suddenly felt nervous and shy, in which he seemed to notice.

“Hi, you must be Lily’s dad. You can call me (Y/N), I’m Lily’s class teacher.” (Y/N) said, holding her hand out. Only for him to smile behind the mask. Taehyung took her hand in his and shook it gently before he introduced himself.

“Hi (Y/N), I’m Taehyung. Thanks for taking such good care of my little flower.” He said, only for him to feel a slight electric shock when their skins made contact for a little too long. They both pulled away sharply but then apologized. Just then, Lily spoke up.

“Yay! Does that mean Miss Pretty can see Dada more now?”

With that, (Y/N) choked on her own saliva while Taehyung’s eyes grew wide in shock.

“Lily…”

“Oh Dada, come on! I like Miss Pretty. Don’t you?” Her question came to them by surprise when he locked eyes with (Y/N) for a while but then a small smile appeared on his lips.

“I do, baby. Now enough of chatting. Let’s go. We wouldn’t want to hold Miss Pretty back from her rest now do we?” Taehyung said while Lily shook her head. However, (Y/N) was flustered when he used the nickname Lily gave her instead of her name. Taehyung flashed her a shy smile as he soon asked if she had a ride home. When she told him she drove there, he nodded.

“Alright then. Drive safely. Thank you again for everything you’ve done for Lily.”

“It’s my pleasure, Taehyung. Goodnight, and I’ll see you tomorrow pretty flower.” (Y/N) said. Tapping Lily’s nose, making the girl giggle. Only for the little girl to bury her face in Taehyung’s neck.

The next day, (Y/N) didn’t expect to see Taehyung again in the evening as he took his time to fetch Lily from the daycare centre although he was in the middle of practice. Slowly, this became a routine for him to come pick Lily up from school. At first his member’s were confused as to why he was suddenly eager to fetch his daughter almost everyday. But after a while, they knew exactly why. 

Taehyung wanted to see (Y/N).

This went on for a few weeks with the both of them already exchanged numbers and he would sometimes video call her during lunch just so he could talk to Lily, and maybe (Y/N) too. The members have spoken to (Y/N) a few times before and some of them have even met her in person. All of them seemed to like her as a person.

However, it was Taehyung’s birthday today and the boys had to work. Taehyung apologized to (Y/N) through text saying that he probably couldn’t come and fetch Lily due to his busy schedule but she told him it was fine.

Little did he know, the boys had planned something to surprise the single father.

(Y/N) and Lily went to go get a small cake for Taehyung before heading to the company building. Once they managed to get in with the help of their manager, he brought them to the level where they were at.

(Y/N) prepared the cake and candles as she hid outside the practice room door while Lily hid on the opposite side of (Y/N). She texted Yoongi to get Taehyung out of the room and soon, when the door opened with a clueless Taehyung stepping out to leave, Lily and (Y/N) came out front to surprise him. The poor male jumped back in shock as he clutched to his chest.

Everyone began to sing for him the happy birthday song as they gathered around the door. A smile crept onto his face but he was still confused to see them there.

“Happy Birthday Dada!” Lily said after they finished singing for him while Taehyung glanced back and forth between the adult and the kid.

“Happy Birthday Taehyung.” (Y/N) wished as she held the cake in front of him.

“Make a wish.” She said, only for Taehyung to listen.

He closed his eyes and soon made a wish in his head before blowing the candles out. Everyone cheered before re-entering the room to celebrate briefly. They were all having bite after bite of the cake, only for Jungkook to whisper to Hoseok quietly while (Y/N) was talking to Seokjin and Yoongi.

“Wah hyung, she’s really pretty. She’d make such a cute couple with V hyung.”

“I agree. Plus, she’s already won Lily’s heart. It makes her one step closer to being Lily’s mother figure.” Hoseok said, seeing her giggle at Seokjin’s comment about her having to be stuck with Taehyung of all people. Their break time was about to end when (Y/N) spoke up, catching the attention of everyone else.

“I’m really thankful I got to be here and celebrate your birthday. Who would’ve thought I would be sitting here with a famous artist group huh?” They laughed at her words, telling her that they were happy she could feel even the slightest bit comfortable being with them as a normal person and not as an idol with a fan.

Just then, she took this chance to continue.

“Even so, I shouldn’t be here for too long. I don’t want people to get the wrong information.” This caused the boys to look at her in shock while some frowned.

“What do you mean? You’re leaving already?” Taehyung asks suddenly from beside her as she locks eyes with him. She found it hard to answer him so he continued.

“Stay… please.” His words were soft and almost as if he meant every bit of it without any hesitance in it.

“But-”

“I know you’re worried about our fans and the media, but I promise you’ll be safe.” His words brought so much comfort to her but for some reason, she was still afraid. So for the first time, Taehyung reached down to place a hand on top of her own that was resting in her lap while he gently caressed it with his thumb.

“Please stay (Y/N).” The room fell silent, the boys glancing back and forth between the two expectantly.

She didn’t feel right to reject him with how gentle he was being so she decided to give in.

“Okay…” 

With that being said, the members smiled in victory as they soon cleaned up the place before going back to practice. As promised, (Y/N) stayed longer while the boys practiced their upcoming song. (Y/N) was just sitting with Lily at the couch, entertaining the little girl by watching a cartoon with her. Halfway through the cartoon, Lily began to yawn as (Y/N) turned to her in concern.

“Are you sleepy?” She asked, her voice slightly louder so she could hear past the music playing in the room.

Lily nodded as she turned to (Y/N) with her arms out. It was out instinct that (Y/N) immediately got up and rested her hands on Lily’s underarms before lifting her up. She puts Lily on her waist as the little girl wraps her arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders. Lily pressed her cheek on top of (Y/N)’s shoulder with (Y/N) supporting the girl by resting her arms under the girl’s thighs.

The boys were still focused on dancing when Taehyung noticed (Y/N) carrying Lily through the reflection.

She was swaying from side to side, gently patting Lily’s back to lull her to sleep. Since it was pretty noisy in the room, (Y/N) decided to bring Lily outside so that the little girl could sleep in peace. All the while, Taehyung watched as (Y/N) carried Lily out of the room quietly without interrupting the boys.

A few of the members noticed this too but they weren’t as focused as Taehyung. Almost an hour later, they decided to call it a day as they began to take a short rest while packing their stuff.

“They’re not back yet?” Taehyung asked when he realized (Y/N) and Lily weren’t in the room. The boys shook their heads, only for Taehyung to leave the practice room in search of his two precious gems. Only to find (Y/N) standing at the very end of the hallway, softly humming to a song.

Taehyung lightly jogged towards her as she turned around upon hearing his footsteps.

“We’re done with practice. Did you drive here?” He asked.

“Mhm.” The room fell silent for a bit before he spoke up.

“I really mean what I said earlier.” She looked at him in slight confusion before he explained himself.

“You don’t have to worry about anyone. I promise you’ll be safe. I’ll keep you safe.”

With that, she smiled as she reached up to cup his face, making him lean into her touch. 

Both of them have yet to confess their honest feelings for each other but it was pretty obvious that they liked each other. However, because of his profession, it would be slightly hard for him to actually be open about being in a relationship with someone even though he wants to be in one with her.

But that didn’t stop them from being honest and true to one another while nobody else was looking. With that, Taehyung gently wraps his fingers around her wrist as he caresses her hand softly before he speaks up.

“I know this is a little much to ask, but is it okay if you let Lily stay at your place tonight, I have a busy schedule all day tomorrow and I can't put her at the daycare since it’s a weekend. My parents are out of town at the moment too.”

“Yeah sure. No problem Taehyung.” She said with a genuine smile.

“Thank you so much (Y/N). I’ll come pick her up after my schedule is over.”

“No worries Taehyung. Just give me a call before you come okay?”

“Okay.” With that, the 9 of them soon left the building as she took Lily with her. 

A few weeks passed and both (Y/N) and Taehyung have been showing more and more intimacy but without any PDA. Whenever the boys were at their dorm, they would often ask when Taehyung would ask her out or make it official but it seems like he has too many things on his mind. But they didn’t rush him into things so that was good. Today however, was a little different.

(Y/N) got a text from Hoseok asking her to come to the company building saying that Taehyung injured himself during the practice and nobody was around to take care of Lily. With that being said, she quickly rushed over to the company. Once she arrived, she went to find the room. 

The minute she pushed the door open, she was met with a very cute setting where there was a foldable table with a laptop, a picnic basket on top of the pretty blanket covers. She got confused as she stared at it for a second, only for someone to cover her eyes from behind. She gasped as she jumped back, crashing into a firm chest.

“What are yo-”

“Shh, it’s just me.” Taehyung’s voice resonated in her ear as she couldn’t help but giggle.

He guided her inside not before closing the door and lock it. After they were inside, she turned to him and faked a hurt expression.

“Hoseok told me you got injured. Why would you guys lie about that? I was so worried for you!” She said as he chuckled, finding her super adorable. Taehyung took her hand and led her to the layout where the picnic blanket was laid. They soon took a seat before he then spoke up.

“I know this isn’t a perfect first date, but I knew you’d feel uncomfortable if we were out in public because you know, with all the public eye and media…” With that, she looked at him. A tint of pink crept onto her cheeks.

“A d-date?”

“Oh, yeah, forgot to properly ask you out. Unless you don’t want this to be a date, I’m totally fine with it! You don’t have to-”

“It’s okay… I- I want this to be a date.” She confessed, making him smile as they soon continued with their indoor picnic date. Where they watched a movie in the dark while they cuddled on the blanket. Halfway through, she was feeling slightly cold since she only wore a crop top and jeans. Taehyung gave her his jacket but she was still cold so he offered to keep her warm.

She got flustered at first but then she decided to just go with it due to coldness.

Hence the reason why she was now snuggled in between his legs, her back resting against his chest while he had his arms around her body.

She slowly got distracted by him drawing lazy patterns onto her waist. Her head was just below his chin so if she tilted her head up to look at him, their faces wouldn’t be too far from each other. Just then, she gently rests her cold hands on top of his forearms, making him look down. That’s when she decided to be brave and look up.

Taehyung stared at her with a gentle smile on his face, glancing down to his lips. Her heart was beating so fast against her chest, she could almost feel as though he could hear it. Taehyung slowly leaned down, testing the waters to see if she would pull away.

When she didn’t move, that’s when he finally pressed his soft lips on hers. She closed her eyes in bliss as she reached up to cup his face. Taehyung pulled away with a soft sound before kissing her again. He was getting drunk in her lips when she turned her body slightly so that she wasn’t lying in an awkward position. Taehyung kissed her passionately before pulling away for the second time.

They left their faces so close to each other to let their lips graze against one another.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to be the mother figure of my daughter.” Taehyung whispered as he locked eyes with her again. She smiled as she sneaked a kiss before she spoke up.

“I love that girl with all my heart, and you too.” Taehyung chuckled shyly as he kissed her again, the movie long forgotten by now.

[nordicpoppie]

BTS reaction to their S/O being obsessed with something

Oh man this took a while to do, i started it Tuesday but i kept getting stopped by stuff happening around me ughh.

I also got bitten by my cat last Sunday so had to visit the hospital and now I’m on 2 antibiotics the next 5 days sobs.

Only good thing about this is the many ideas i have gotten for reactions C:

Anyways, if you have criticism or ideas for reactions / imagines feel free to let me know!

Jin

Entering the kitchen you saw Jin standing surrounded by dirty pots and pans. Gasping you quickly tried to stand in front of them to shield them from his eyes, but it was too late. Jin gave you a small glare while he sighed, the amount of washing up you’d have to do. 

Jin didn’t necessarily hate what you were doing, he just hated the work that came after. Watching you cook and serve good food for him was a big joy. At the start of you living together, he had been the one cooking the most, so when he had to work longer hours he had gotten worried.

Maybe you couldn’t make your own food, so he had to make extra the night before so you’d have lunch and breakfast at the very least. However you surprised him when you whipped out your collection of cooking books and your apron. 

Stepping into the kitchen like you’d always been there to use it, he could only stare as he watched you whip out pans and pots like a professional. At the start you cooked relatively simple meals. But as you got more and more confident in the kitchen you started experimenting more and more.

Experimenting also meant using more utensils which meant more cleaning. Jin sighed lowly as he was washing the pans and pots while you stood next to him drying them. You knew he was a bit tired from work and you having forgotten to clean the pans and pots didn’t exactly help.

Making up your mind you grabbed his hand, dragged him away from the sink and towards the couch. You made him sit down and told him to wait while you made him some cocoa. While Jin rested on the couch you finished cleaning the kitchen.

Crawling up on the couch you snuggled up to him while you watched a movie and enjoyed the food you’d made earlier.

Namjoon

Exiting the car Namjoon looked to your side of the car to see you excitedly jumping up and down. You’d gone to the water park and swimming hall where you’d meet up with some of the other guys and their significant others. 

You had been trying to plan it out for weeks and after that was even more waiting time until the date arrived. You had been beyond excited as it had been ages since you’d last gone swimming. Namjoon knew you loved swimming and water parks as you hadn’t spoken of anything else the last few weeks.

Namjoon was very happy to see you so excited, but he was also a bit worried if you’d get hurt on some of the slides or sharp corners in the pools. You however entered the swimming hall with confidence, finally feeling in your right element. 

As the others in your group got tired and hungry, you were left alone with Namjoon, who insisted he’d keep an eye on you despite you telling him it was fine. He watched as you splashed around in the water, moving like a fish. 

Deciding it was a bit boring with Namjoon just watching you dove, swam towards him and jumped up splashing water all over him. At first Namjoon was surprised and didn't know how to react, but once he got his bearings he grinned and started running after you. 

You spent the rest of the time chasing each other and splashing water. When you got home you were both dead tired, and nearly fell asleep on the couch after having eaten dinner.

Yoongi

Walking into the apartment Yoongi was surprised to see dirt stains on the floor and hearing grunts coming from the living room. Thinking something bad had happened he dropped the groceries and rushed into the living room, only to see you balancing a heavy pot and a giant umbrella plant in each hand.

Yoongi continued to stare at you while you continued your grunting and finally placed the pot and the plant down on the floor. Finally making his presence known by clearing his throat you jumped a bit in surprise. Turning around you grinned sheepishly at him, you knew he’d be unhappy with the soil and dirt stains around the house even if you promised to clean them up.

Contrary to the complaints you thought you’d receive you heard another sigh, followed by Yoongi walking over and grabbing the pot and plant. Following after him as he started walking you watched curiously as he took them outside on the balcony and placed them down there.

He then turned to walk back inside, probably to start putting the groceries he’d dropped in his haste away. Before walking inside he stopped, and turned halfway, telling you to call him or wait for him so you didn’t have to carry the big pots and plants yourself.

After Yoongi disappeared inside, you continued replanting the plant, while giggling at his antics. He acted irritated only to offer you his help, typical of him. Later that day when you’d finished replanting and sorting out your plants, Yoongi returned to help you put them back.

What he didn’t notice was that you stopped helping halfway and started recording videos and taking pictures. Now you had proof that Yoongi was really a big softie and not an ice prince.

Hoseok

Hearing a ping going off from his phone he reached over to check the new message. He and the other guys were in the middle of a dance practice and his phone had been going off for the last hour with ping after ping.

Finally having a break from the dancing he could check who was sending him so many mentions and messages. As he unlocked his phone he saw your name pop up, followed by another ping.

Opening the messages he saw they were full of memes, including one of his favourite memes. Chuckling under his breath he scrolled through the memes and messages you’d sent him. Yoongi looked over when he accidentally let out a small laugh at one meme in particular.

Quickly shooting a small apology to Yoongi he got back to the messages. He looked through the memes he had saved himself, the ones he’d kept hidden for an occasion like this. He knew you’d asked for a meme war with the messages, and he was going to give you what you asked for.

At home you were waiting for Hoseok to answer your many messages back. Suddenly hearing a ping - ping - ping going off from your phone you rushed to grab it finding that Hoseok had accepted your meme war. You knew he had dance practice so you knew it’d be a short meme war, but it was better than sitting in silence waiting for him to come back.

A few hours later you heard the door open while you were sitting in front of the tv. You rushed out to welcome him and to tell him you thought you’d won the meme war. Hoseok obviously disapproved  thinking he’d won so you ended up having a tickle fight until you surrendered.

Jimin

Jimin entered the library as silently as he could. He was carrying a giant bag of books that he had to return after reading them. He glanced around the library searching for your eyes as you’d promised to look for new books with him.

When he didn’t see you he decided to just turn in the books and text you afterwards, you could be running late or you’d gotten stuck in your favourite corner of the library. While Jimin turned his books in, he didn’t notice the door opening again as you entered.

You sneaked over grabbing his shoulders, making him shout in surprise. You giggled while Jimin blushed as a librarian looked angrily at the both of you. Jimin in turn to your giggling also turned to stare at you trying to look angry despite his blushing.

As he finished turning his books in he grabbed your hand and dragged you off to a more secluded area to find new books. While you were browsing he turned around suddenly, making you stare surprised at him. In his hands he had a book that had been reserved for the last 4 months.

Whispering a woah you reached for the book however jimmin quickly pulled his hand back smiling victoriously at you. Grumbling lightly you knew you'd have to wait till he finished the book before you'd get to read it. 

Luckily for you both, you spent a lot of time reading, so he'd finish the book in a week tops. 

Taehyung

Taehyung entered the apartment and was surprised at how quiet it was. Usually you’d come running from whichever room you were in to greet him when he came home.

It wasn’t even late in the evening, so he suspected you’d either gone out without telling him, or fallen asleep on the couch. You had after all been very busy with assignments and had finally gotten a hard earned break from school.

As Taehyung ventured further into the apartment, stopping by the kitchen to grab a cup of cocoa, he heard low humming from his studio.

He’d thought you’d gone out as he didn’t see you on the couch or in the bedroom, but he didn’t think you’d be in his studio.

Lightly pushing the door open, he sneaked a peek at you. You were standing in front of a big canvas, filling it out with light colours. While Taehyung couldn’t see your face, he knew you’d be in deep concentration, especially considering you didn’t even notice him coming home.

He decided to leave you to yourself while he went to make some sandwiches for the both of you. He returned shortly after and lightly knocked the door, hearing a small gasp coming from inside. Moments later the door opened and you jumped out into his arms, thinking he’d only just gotten home.

So when he grabbed your hand and led you to the dining table you were surprised to see sandwiches ready for you. As you sat down Taehyung finally got a proper look at you. He saw you had paint on your hands and you’d somehow managed to get paint on your cheek. Reaching over he wiped it off with a wet towel piece while grinning at you.

He thought he was the only one who could be so captivated by painting to end up covered in it, but you’d proved him wrong. 

Jungkook

You entered Jungkook's room and immediately noticed how dark it was. The only light in there came from his huge monitor where he’d usually be sitting. His chair was however empty, which was very unusual.

Grabbing your chance you rushed to sit in the chair, grabbed the mouse and opened your favourite game. You knew Jungkook would be back soon, he’d only just gone out to take a call from Jin who was nagging him (according to Jungkook at least, everyone else knew it was for the best) to stop playing so many games. 

Hearing a small sound from the headphones that had been lying on the table your eyes focused back on the screen. The game was starting so you had to focus. You quickly grabbed the headphones, turned the sound down a notch and started playing.

What felt like 5 minutes later the door was thrown open and a seemingly angry Jungkook entered. He grabbed the headphones off your head, and started telling you how you were ruining his streak. Finally glancing at the screen Jungkook was surprised to see you had won almost all the rounds you’d played so far.

Turning to look at you with mixed emotions he grabbed you off the chair and pulled you to your feet. He then dragged you off to Taehyung's room, barging in like it was nothing. Taehyung looked surprised when Jungkook asked where his old computer was. 

Quickly grabbing the computer Jungkook dragged you back into his room, shutting the door and moving you to sit in a different chair. While he opened the computer and prepared the game for you, you could only stare in surprise. You’d thought he was angry, but he just wanted to play with you.

Many hours later you were still playing with him, much to Jins disappointment.

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BTS Reaction | Going Into Labour [Request]

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Seokjin:

You threw your legs off the edge of the bed and groaned as you felt a pain rush through your lower back,

"Shit," You whispered trying not to wake up Jin as you got out of the bed. You'd been having Braxton hicks all weeks and they kept waking you up in the middle of the night, you didn't bother to wake Jin up like all of the other nights. It just made him panic before getting you to the hospital where you were told it was nothing to worry about just yet.

"You're going to have to come out sooner or later, you know that right?" You questioned as you sat down on the kitchen counter holding the cookie jar in your lap as you grabbed your favourite ones,

"You're already a drama king just like your dad." You'd taken to speaking to the baby a lot when Jin wasn't around, he'd sing to him as well which was soothing for both you and the baby.

"Ouch! Okay! I take it back, not a drama king." You cried out as you felt another pain rip through you only this time it was worse than the first one,

"Fuck!" You screamed out as another one hit you, the cookie jar slipped from your lap and smashed onto the floor below you, why did you have to get a ceramic cookie jar why couldn't it have just been a metal one.

"Jin!" You cried out wanting him to come downstairs but he could sleep through an Earth Quake, you slowly lowered yourself down from the kitchen side and waddled towards the staircase.

"KIM SEOKJIN!" You yelled out taking one of the shoes from the floor and banging it against the metal railing that led up the staircase, he came out of the room hair tossed to one side as he looked around for you.

"I'm in labour! The real thing! Move it." You began crying halfway through the sentence as yet another cramp ran through you, he watched as you sat down on the stairs trying to breathe through the pain you were having. You knew it was going to be bad but you hadn't expected anything like this,

"They said it was like period cramps! This isn't a period cramp." Your voice was shaky as Jin came down to your side and helped you stand up, he began walking you out of the front door. The hospital bag had been packed in the car for weeks and you were ready more than anything to get the baby out of you,

"FUCK! Get him out of me right now!" Your hand was gripping onto Jin so tightly he was sure you would break one of his fingers,

"I know it hurts right now baby but it's going to be okay, it'll be fine-" He could tell by the look on your face that you didn't want him to continue telling you it was going to be fine.

"Just drive me to the hospital and get it out of me." The baby felt like it was going to rip you in two as you felt yet another contraction rip through you, your legs were up on the backseat as you cried out through the contraction trying to breathe through it as best as you could trying to remember all of the tips that the birthing classes had given to you but nothing seemed to be working.

"Drive, please Jin just drive." You pleaded with him as he drove as fast as he could in the direction of the hospital, promising you that he was trying as best as he could.

(X)

"Everybody we'd like you to meet our baby boy," Jin said as he opened the door to your hospital room, you were sitting on the bed with your son laid in your arms sleeping as though he hadn't just taken almost six hours for you to give birth to him. All of the pain had melted away the moment he was handed to you though,

"Be quiet though, he only just got to sleep and I swear if one of you wakes him up I will not hesitate to jump out of this bed and rip your head off." You said it was a giant smile on your face which almost made it all the scarier for the boys.

"I bet it didn't even hurt that much-" Everyone's eyes were on Jungkook as the final words left his mouth,

"You try pushing something the size of a watermelon out of something the size of a lemon and see how you feel." You deadpanned staring him down as he shyly hid behind Yoongi who was trying to get out of the way of your gaze.

Yoongi:

Yoongi had been at the studio all day and you'd been there with him, he told you he didn't want you to be home alone when you were so close to your due date. He was planning on leaving work early that day until he found out that something was missing off of the tracks that Namjoon was going to be presenting soon so he was trying to get that done before you both went home.

"Finished for the day?" Namjoon asked as he watched you and Yoongi coming out of the genius lab,

"Yeah we have to, I'm in labour and he won't let me have the baby here." You were being way too calm about everything, you'd felt your waters break about ten minutes ago but hadn't told Yoongi because you knew you were leaving.

"Yeah, we gotta go because she's in labour- What!? You're in labour!?" Yoongi had started off calm until he realised what you had just casually dropped into the conversation like it was no big deal. That you weren't about to give birth to his son or daughter while you walked out of the Bighit building.

"You didn't tell him when your waters broke?" Namjoon laughed coming to your right side and helping Yoongi walk you towards the elevator,

"He was busy, I figured I'd tell him when we got to the car - ah Oh my god!" You began screaming as the first contraction shredded through your body.

"Keep breathing Y/n, come on." Yoongi panicked, you were in the back of the car with your legs on the backseat trying to breathe through everything while he tried to get through the lunchtime traffic you'd hit.

"We'll get to the hospital in about ten minutes okay, just keep breathing. Remember deep breaths!" He tried coaching you through everything as he drove but he caught a pavement and you screamed out as yet another contraction hit you, you already knew you were close to having to push.

"We won't make it to a hospital" You whimpered sweat running down your head as the heat in your body built up thanks to the pain.

"Pull over now!" You screamed at him, he glanced at you before pulling into the hard shoulder and skipping through all of the traffic until he hit the service station.

"YOONGI!" You squealed out gripping onto the leather seat as he finally pulled into a parking space and came to your side.

"Call an ambulance, t-they'll come and help." You whimpered as he opened the car door and called for an ambulance to come to the car.

"I-I have to push." You whispered as a contraction came through you - you'd seen enough birthing videos and been to enough classes to know that there was no waiting for an ambulance or paramedic to come and get you, he held onto your hand as he blocked anyone from seeing inside of the car.

"Then push, okay? I'm right here." He assured you holding onto your hand tightly as you nodded at him, holding eye contact as you tried to mentally prepare yourself for giving birth to a baby.

"We're having a baby," He chuckled at you and you whimpered throwing your head back against the seat as you began to push with every muscle in your body.

(X)

Namjoon was waiting anxiously inside of the waiting room with the rest of the boys, all of them had heard about you giving birth in the middle of a service station instead of a hospital.

"Guys, come and meet my daughter," Yoongi whispered bouncing around a small bundle of pink blankets for everyone to take a look at, you could see them all from the hospital bed you were laying in as they crowded her. Wanting to get a good look at the baby who already looked like a mini Yoongi, down to the dumpling cheeks she had.

"You did great." Namjoon chuckled coming into the room to see you smiling weakly at him, you were dosed up on painkillers and were ready to sleep for at least a month before you ever thought about having another baby again.

"He's a great dad already," You laughed softly watching as Yoongi protectively hovered over each of the boys who were now taking it in turns to hold your child.

Hoseok:

"Are you sure you should be here?" Jimin laughed as you practically waddled your way towards the dance studio to find your husband. He was supposed to have been home two hours ago to bring you something to eat from your favourite cake shop but never showed up.

"I'm fine Jimin-"

"Really? Cause you look like you're about to pop." Jimin laughed at his own joke but you ignored him as you walked into the studio to find Hoseok panting heavily.

"Baby! Shit, sorry! I just decided to do a little dance routine." You nodded, you understood how much he loved his job and it was no big deal. You'd been dying to get some fresh air, Hobi had you copped up in the house all day every day thinking it would be better for you to stay there since you were so close to your due date.

"It was nice, I went for a walk and saw some beautiful sights. It was fun." You told him as you leant against the pole that ran along the edge of all the mirrors in the room, you felt a pain run through you but you were pregnant. You'd had random pains since the moment you hit your 2nd trimester.

"I know but the doctor said you're supposed to...be...resting." Hoseok's voice trailed off as he watched your hand laying on your stomach, your breathing was starting to become heavier.

"You okay?" You nodded holding onto the bar tightly,

"Braxton hicks." You whispered closing your eyes tightly as another one tore you apart from the inside out.

"It's nothing, I'm fine." Just as you finished your sentence water hit the floor and you whimpered,

"Okay, maybe it's something." You squealed grabbing the attention of Jimin who began panicking more when he saw you,

"BABY! OKAY BABY ON THE WAY!" Hoseok screamed trying to run around and grab his things ready to rush you to the hospital,

"Car keys?!" He screamed out looking in his bag for his keys but they weren't in there, you sank down to the floor trying to breathe through the second lot of contractions that were hitting you.

"Hoseok!" You begged him to try and hurry up but he was screaming and panicking more than you were right now and you were the one that was about to push the baby out of you.

"I can't find the keys!" He yelled at Jimin who walked over to the desktop that was sitting int he room and picked them up.

"Hospital. Go. Now!" You didn't mean to yell but you were in pain and he seemed to be in a worse state than you were right now.

(X)

You got home from the hospital with your baby that night, you'd given birth to a perfectly healthy baby boy who was allowed to leave with you both right away.

"We're a family." You whispered bouncing him back and forth as you walked through the front door of your house. Hoseok dropped the hospital bag by the front door as he turned on the lights, there were balloons hung up everywhere as well as a banner with the words,

'New Jung Family Member' written across them. You smiled as you then saw the boys all coming out from hiding spots, being careful not to wake up your sleeping boy.

"He's so handsome," Jimin whispered taking him into his arms first,

"You sure he's not Jin-Hyungs?" Taehyung teased looking down at your son who started fidgeting in Jimin's hands, you smiled as tears raised up into your eyes. They were all going to be fantastic uncles and one day, fathers.

Namjoon:

Namjoon didn't like the fact that you'd continued going into work when you were pregnant and close to your due date.

"It gives me something to do, now will you leave me alone. I need to do Kai's makeup." You swatted Namjoon's hand away as it tried to rest on your stomach. He had done nothing but panic for the last week. Every small thing you did, every small noise you made he thought you were going into labour and began to panic hysterically. Freaking out to the point where you told him that if he wasn't calmer you weren't going to let him go into the delivery room with you.

"How long until you're due?" Kai asked looking in the mirror as you applied some blush to his cheeks,

"Another two weeks but Namjoon is convinced she's going to come early." You rolled your eyes letting out a small laugh but Namjoon didn't find any of it funny, you were insisting on coming to work when you didn't need to,

"He's just being protective." Kai tried to defend his Hyung but it wasn't going to work, you'd heard the same thing from all of the boys. That Namjoon was just doing what came naturally to him.

"I had a cookie the other day and I dropped it, Kai he insisted bending down for my in case I went into labour." You laughed a little too hard as it felt like you pulled something, the boys began laughing back and forth when another pain raced through your body.

"Oh god," You whispered putting down your brushes, the boys were too busy laughing together that they hadn't noticed the small puddle of water where you had been standing.

"Oh my god." You got louder as you ripped the apron off from your waist, clutching onto the table in front of you.

"What is it?" Namjoon questioned looking over at you to see your hand on your lower back as you tried to steady your breathing.

"You've been freaking out all week and then when I finally go into labour?! You just forget!?" This time you were the one that was panicking,

"Okay, it's going to be fine. I'll get the car, Kai you watch her." Namjoon was walking around slowly as you screamed out in pain,

"NAMJOON GET THE FUCKING CAR!" You yelled at him, he stumbled out of the room running down the hallways as Kai took your hand to slowly walk you out to go and meet him.

(X)

Two days later you were laying on the bed while your daughter slept in a small crib beside you, Namjoon was brushing the hair out of your face as you smiled sleepily at her. You were drenched in sweat but you didn't care, after two long days of contractions your daughter was finally with you in the world and you could feel like real parents. A real family.

"She's beautiful." You whispered to Namjoon as she moved her tiny arms up in her sleep,

"I want another one." You began crying and Namjoon's eyes widened as he realised you meant it,

"Not yet baby, maybe in a year." He chuckled trying not to make you cry even more than the hormones already were. You couldn't help it, you just missed the feeling of having a baby inside of you, growing all of her tiny little body parts and major organs,

"I love her so much." You whispered as tears rolled down your face, Namjoon wiped them away and smiled at you.

Jimin:

You weren't due for another three weeks so you had no idea why your water had just broke when you were standing on the middle of a tour bus doing 70 mph on a motorway.

"What do we do!?" Namjoon panicked as Jimin laid you down on one of the sofas of the tour bus, it was right in the back of the bus where everything was blacked out so no one could see inside.

"We need to get to a hospital, go and tell the driver." Jimin seemed to be the only one remaining calm while the rest of the boys all began freaking out about everything happening, Namjoon was breathing into a bag that Taehyung had gotten for you. Jin was planning to Hoseok about how he wasn't ready to deliver a baby and Yoongi was trying to tell the driver to get you to the nearest hospital.

"Jimin, I'm fine. Tell them to stop freaking -Oh my fucking god! Ahhh!" Your sentence was interrupted as a contraction hit you, it felt like you were slowly being opened from the inside and you were screaming as loud as you could - as if it was even going to help at all.

"I'm fine, see." You whispered as you calmed down from the contraction, you looked over to see Jin fanning Namjoon who looked like he was about ready to pass out,

"You guys are going to be the worst if you ever have a wife who gets pregna-ahhhhhhh!" You scream scared Yoongi and the driving causing the bus to shake a little but Jimin was right by your side holding your hand and helping you breathe.

"In through the nose and out of the mouth, okay?" You were doing your best to remain calm but now all of them were repeating what Jimin was saying, it was starting to get annoying.

"Get me to a hospital." You begged throwing your head down against the seat as the driver shouted he was miles away from the nearest one yet.

"Are you joking!? I am not having this baby on a tour bus!" You yelled at the driver turning to Jimin with eyes filled with tears, shaking your head as you repeated it over and over,

"I'm not going to have this baby on a tour bus Jimin, I swear to all things-"

"I know babe, but we don't have much of a choice right now, okay?" You shook your head at him begging him to make the driver to speed or something, anything to get you somewhere else where you could have the baby.

"JIMIN I AM NOT GIVING BIRTH ON A FUCKING BUS!"

(x)

"You did amazing," Jimin chuckled looking at you as you sleepily looked up at him bouncing around your twin girls in his arms.

"Told you I wasn't going to give birth on a tour bus." You laughed looking at him as he kissed both of the girls on the heads, you'd made it to the hospital just in time to be loaded onto a bed and told to start pushing as you were wheeled to a delivery room. It was a messy process but everything worked out in the end.

Taehyung:

"Y/n? You okay?" Jin asked as you calmly sat down on the dorm sofa trying breath through the contraction that was hitting you, you'd been having contractions since that morning but you were ignoring them. You were far too scared to have a baby right now and you weren't ready to deliver the baby yet,

"Fine, why?" He knew what you were doing, he'd been going to the birthing classes with you whenever Taehyung couldn't make it because he was at work while you weren't.

"Because your water broke this morning and you're just sitting there like it's not a big deal," You shrugged your shoulders biting into the sandwich that Taehyung had given you,

"It's not a big deal, I have plenty of time before I have to leave for the hospital." Taehyung nodded over at the door for Jin to the door of the dorms wanting to speak to him alone.

"There's no rush! I'm fine," You smiled at them but Jin was staring at you as a contraction ripped through you so hard that you couldn't talk through it which meant it was getting too close to the time you had to push.

"She's scared, I can't get her to go. We need to go though," You shook your head not wanting to talk to either of them about this right now.

"I'm not scared, it's just not time." You cried out throwing your head back against the sofa, even you couldn't deny the fact that the baby was coming.

(X)

"I can't do it," You whimpered as a nurse looked to see if you were close,

"Unfortunately baby you don't have a choice, it's go time." She said turning to look between you and Taehyung as you started shaking your head and telling them all that you couldn't do it, that you were too scared and you weren't ready.

"Come on, we're going to be fine. You've got me right here." He reassured you kissing your forehead as the nurse called in a midwife to help you give birth.

(X)

Three hours later you were sitting on the bed half asleep while Taehyung bounced around your son in his arms laughing as you smiled up at him.

"I told you that you could do it," He chuckled sitting on the edge of your bed so you could get a good look at the baby in his arms.

Jungkook:

Taehyung was standing by the hospital bed as a nurse checked how far along you were,

"You're almost ready to start pushing, is dad ready?" Her eyes were on Taehyung who was holding onto your hand as you tried to get through one of the splitting contractions that was tearing you apart as it went.

"Dad? Oh god, no." You laughed letting go of his hand as you realised what the nurse was hinting at,

"Jungkook is on the way, he's just a little late." You told her as you put your legs to lay flat against the bed, the nurse started laughing.

"Honey, you can't wait much longer if he's not here you're going to have to go with him even if you don't want to." Panic rushed through you, you looked at Taehyung who looked just as nervous as you did. If Jungkook wasn't going to be there he was supposed to be the on to go through with you but he didn't want to, he wanted to stay in the waiting room where it was safe and he didn't have to see anything.

"Get him here now." You begged Taehyung turning to look up at him as he nodded taking out his phone and calling your husband, he was stuck in traffic on the other side of town. He'd been trying to get to you all morning since the moment he'd gotten the call telling him you were in labour.

"Jungkook! If you don't get your ass here right now you're on the sofa!" You yelled as another contraction hit you knocking you back on the bed and making you scream out in pain.

(X)

"You have to start pushing." Your hand was wrapped tightly in Taehyung's shirt as you stared at him,

"Where is he?!" You cried out feeling the nurse getting ready. She placed your legs up on the bed and you whimpered crying harshly as Taehyung said he didn't know,

"No time to worry about that now mum, you're going to push in less than three seconds." Tears were streaming down your face as you realised you were about to give birth to your daughter without the most important man in the room with you.

"Taehyung, don't leave me please." You begged him and he nodded taking your hand in his and promising not to leave,

"Push, in 3...2...-" The door opened and Jungkook was standing there sweating and panting heavily,

"Oh thank god." Taehyung ran out of the room and Jungkook came over to you, promising you he would never be late again.

"Push!"

(X)

"Baby boy Jeon." You whispered rocking your son back and forth as Jungkook stood above you next to the bed, he smiled kissing your head as you bounced your sleeping son from side to side.

"I'm sorry I almost missed it," You shook your head, you understood why, he'd been so lost in traffic that he ran from 2 miles away just so he would make it there on time and you loved him all the more for it.

"You didn't, so it's okay." You whispered to him.

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Panic Attack

BTS reactions to you having a panic attack

Kim Seokjin

Jin knew you suffered from anxiety; you had been very open about your mental health issues since the beginning of your relationship. But he had never witnessed one of your panic attacks, or one at all. So when he came home one day from the studio to you having a panic attack in the kitchen, he panicked himself.  

Rushing over, he’d pull you into his arms to calm you down, whilst trying not to panic himself. Remembering something he’d read online; he’d start helping you to breathe by instructing you to follow his breaths. Whilst you focused on trying to calm down, he’d constantly be whispering sweet things into your ear, or talking about something random like what you’d be having for dinner that night.

Once you’d fully calmed down, he’d help you to bed, letting you get comfortable. He’d give you a gentle forehead kiss before running off to grab you a mug of hot chocolate and your favourite movie. He wouldn’t leave you alone for the rest of the night and would encourage you to talk about what had happened to cause the panic attack.

“Shh it’s okay.”

Min Yoongi

Yoongi would definitely know you suffered from anxiety, even if you never told him. He’d be able to tell just because of his own experiences with the disorder, but he would never tell you that he knew. He knew when you had your bad anxiety days that you would avoid physical contact if you could, and you’d stay quiet. So when he walked into your shared bedroom one day to see you having a panic attack against the wall, he jumped into action.

Grabbing your favourite hoodie of his, he would walk over to you, gently placing it on top of your curled up body before sitting next to you. He’d place his hand on the ground, ready for you to grab whenever you felt comfortable. Just his presence near you, and the smell of him from his jumper was enough to pull you out of your state.

Once you were calmed down enough, you’d grab onto his hand, just holding it. That would be his cue that you’re okay with physical touch and he’d pull you into his chest, just letting you lay there for a while.

“I’ve got you.”

 Jung Hoseok

Hobi would have no idea about your condition. Mainly because you had had it controlled for so long that you didn’t feel the need to tell him. Or so you thought. But one day when you were hanging out at dinner with the band, you felt the long-forgotten crushing feeling settle on your chest, causing you to panic. Sweat immediately started to form on your forehead, as your breaths picked up.

Taehyung, who was sitting across from you, immediately noticed your panic. “Y/N, are you okay?” He’d ask immediately, causing everyone’s attention to turn to you. Suddenly the room felt extremely hot and stuffy as you struggled to draw in a breath.  Excusing yourself, you would speed out of the restaurant into the cool night, unaware of everyone’s confusion behind you. The cool night provided you little relief, as you continued to struggle to breath. Hobi rushed out after you, gently pulling you into his arms. His hands would immediately trace patterns over your back, trying to distract you as you’d cry into his chest.

Once you’d calm down, he’d hold your hands gently, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands. Not wanting to put you back into a potentially upsetting situation, he’d take you home and order takeout for the both of you.

“You’re okay.”

 Kim Namjoon

Namjoon would definitely know, you couldn’t keep anything from the man, and you’d tell him as soon as he found you taking your meds one morning. He’d ask you everything, what your triggers were, how to calm you down, and how to prevent them if he could. But one day, you were watching a horror movie with the rest of the group whilst he attended to some meetings with management. It wasn’t your idea to watch a horror movie, in fact, Jungkook had been the one to suggest the movie. So when you felt the familiar tightening feeling in your chest at the intensifying scene, you panicked.

Yoongi, who was sitting next to you, immediately noticed your quick breathing and your eyes that were squeezed shut. But that didn’t stop the sounds of screams and squelches of blood that came from the body. He quickly switched the movie off, ignoring the groans of the other band members as he knelt in front of you. When you flinched away from his outreached hand, he frowned, realising the seriousness of the situation.

“Call Namjoon, now.” Yoongi was a man of few words, so as soon as they came out of his mouth, everyone jumped into action. Jungkook ran off to call Namjoon, Jimin was getting you water, Jin was running around madly trying to find something for you to hold, Hobi was with Jungkook, whilst Taehyung watched you in fear.

It didn’t take long for Namjoon to run from the meeting, which luckily was only a few buildings away. But to him it felt like eternity. When he reached the dorms, he immediately went over to you, nudging Yoongi out of the way as he knelt in front of you. Holding his hand out, he gently grabbed onto yours, frowning as you immediately collapsed into his arms.

He knew how fragile you were in this state, and quickly carried you back into his room, away from the rest of the group.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here babygirl.”

 Park Jimin

Jimin would not know about your anxiety, he might have an idea because you always avoided crowds, but he never raised the issue with you. But it all came to a head one day when you were out exploring New York on his day off. Somehow, news had gotten out that the famous K-pop idol Jimin was out and about in New York the day before his show. So, before you knew it, you were being swarmed with screaming fans and cameras. It wasn’t long before you were pushed into the crowd, fans eager to get photos with Jimin just pushing you out of the way. You immediately panicked, no longer able to see Jimin in the middle of the crowd. Luckily, he had security there to watch his back, but in the middle of the chaos, you were left alone to struggle.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you searched frantically for a way out of the crowd, your breaths quickening as you saw even more people joining the crowd. Your ears started ringing as you tried to push your way out of the crowd, unaware of Jimin trying to find you in the crowd. He had seen the tears in your eyes whilst you looked around, immediately registering the panicked look on your face.

Once you reached the edge of the crowd, a small hand on your back pushed you towards the car that you were travelling in. Clambering in, Jimin immediately pulled you into his chest, rubbing your hair gently as you sobbed.

“They can’t hurt you here baby.”

 Kim Taehyung

Tae definitely would not know about your anxiety, it was never a problem that you showed around him, so he never noticed. It really wasn’t a problem, because you never had everyone’s attention, which you were glad for. But on a karaoke night with the rest of the group, you panicked after losing a game, you couldn’t handle everyone’s attention on you.

This quickly became obvious to Taehyung as your hands started to shake, the microphone feeling like a hundred pounds. He’d watch you carefully, not fully understanding what was going on with you. But when you started to stutter the lyrics, he pieced together the symptoms almost immediately. The rest of the group was goofing around, not paying attention to what was going on in front of them, giving Taehyung the opportunity to go to you.

He immediately jumped up, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to stop you from shaking. His forehead rested on yours as he stared into your eyes, the silent conversation ensuing. Nodding, you let him take the microphone out of your hands, the music still playing in the background as he pulled your head into his chest, rocking you gently.

“You really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

 Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook had no idea about your anxiety, whether it was because you tried to hide it so well, or because he was just oblivious to it, he never noticed the symptoms you exhibited daily. He had only witnessed a few panic attacks in his life, mostly from his bandmates and one from himself, so he had a small idea of what it felt like. But when he came home one day to see you shaking on the bathroom floor, he panicked.

His immediate thoughts were that you were sick, but on closer inspection, he realised that you were hyperventilating and crying. Panicking, he grabbed his phone to call Namjoon, his hyung who always knew exactly what to do. Namjoon quickly instructed Jungkook on how exactly to help you in the moment, before offering to bring over dinner to save your energy.

Leaping into action, Jungkook quickly grabbed a bottle of water and a pillow from your room. Sitting in front of you, he handed you the pillow to squeeze and put your hand onto his chest so you could mimic his breathing patterns.

Once you calmed down, he held you tightly in bed whilst you napped, constantly checking to make sure you were okay whilst he researched your condition on his phone.

“I want to be able to help you so that it never happens again.”

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Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell ch.2

Summary: When you were ten, Taehyung adopted you and gave you a home. Now that you’re eighteen, the sudden change in your scent perplexes and confounds him.

Pairing: wolf hybrid!tae x human!reader (all bts members are hybrids)

Warnings: smut | talk of ownership (reader is tae’s pet human) | (eventual) daddy long legs syndrome | masturbation (m) | tae goes into heat | dubcon because of the heat | somewhat (?) unhealthy relationship

Word count: 10.7k

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You’d learned years ago what Taehyung was like in the weeks leading up to his heat. Overly moody, grumpy, and most of all, hungry. It was probably his body trying to load up on calories before five or so days where there was intense physical exertion without much opportunity to eat.

 It had never been an awkward thing for you – after all, werewolf heat was a basic part of their biology, so no one made a big deal out of it. And since they never said anything about your own cycle, you afforded them the same courtesy, just taking it in your stride and doing your best to make it easier on them.

 So it wasn’t surprising to you when one day in the middle of winter, Taehyung wolfed down (ha) his breakfast at twice his usual speed and then started looking furtively over at your plate. Sighing, you just pushed it towards him and went to make yourself something else. You made a mental note to make more food tomorrow, and braced yourself for the coming few weeks, where he would be alternately clingy and grumpy – or, interestingly enough, both at the same time.

 His heats were never a big deal for you – if he had a heat partner, you mostly stayed out of his way, and stayed with the other boys instead. They were always more than happy to spend a whole week spoiling you and getting cute cuddles. If he didn’t, you usually ended up being the one to take care of him since the others had their own schedules and were out of the house most days. It wasn’t anything much – you just checked in on him once in a while, made sure he was eating and drinking water, and maybe wiped him down if he was too sweaty.

 You didn’t expect that anything would change this year, although obviously you’d missed his last two heats, which he’d spent in the military facility. In preparation for his heat, you went to the supermarket and stocked up on food that would be easy for him to eat, like fruit and granola bars, making sure to pick his favourite brand which was, obviously, an extremely fancy and overpriced one.

 While you continued your preparations for his heat, blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil, Taehyung was an absolute mess. Ever since his preheat started, he’d been racking his brains for a solution to the problem that wouldn’t arouse your suspicion, and coming up empty. There was no way he could get rid of you for a week without you figuring out something was up, since you knew he didn’t have a heat partner and it had never been a thing before for you to leave.

 Everything was, of course, made more complicated by the fact that the closer he got to his heat, the more he didn’t want you to leave. He would wake up in the middle of the night wrapped around you, his face tucked into your neck and his hands gripping your waist possessively, and he would be burning up, panting for you.

 You, of course, didn’t suspect a thing, and it truly was a testament to how comfortable you were with him that you weren’t noticing anything amiss. It really was remarkable how much could go over your head if you weren’t looking for it. If nothing else, the fact that he’d taken good enough care of you over the years that you were so complacent and comfortable around him was slight comfort. He knew your time at the shelter hadn’t been the best, and he was pleased that he’d managed to earn your trust, even if it did increase his guilt at taking advantage of it now.

 His last hope, that he was clinging on to by a thread, was that since his heat was intended for the purpose of breeding, maybe he wouldn’t fixate on you. After all, you were human – you should be incompatible with him in that way. It wasn’t much, but it was all he had to go on.

 Although really, anyone could have told him that that was a stupid plan. But since he’d refused to let anyone know what was going on, there was no one around to shake some sense into him.

  His heat hit while he was at the studio. It had been a bad idea to go to work today, he knew it when he took three bites of the giant breakfast you’d cooked and turned his nose up at the rest of it, but they were starting to record their new song and he’d wanted to be there.

 Unfortunately, his enthusiasm meant that when his heat hit in the afternoon, he was in the studio instead of comfortably waiting at home. The bright lights and sheer number of scents overwhelmed his senses, and he ended up curled in a corner of the room, desperately closing his eyes and trying to shut the world out, his head between his knees. His ears flicked repeatedly, before laying flat against his head in distress.

 “Shit… we need to get him home,” Yoongi said, watching him groan pitifully, but when they tried to coax him to move, he refused, completely non-functional by this point and so uncomfortable that he couldn’t make sense of what was happening. Jimin tried to sit with him, hoping that his familiar scent would block out some of the harsher scents in the room, like the floor cleaner, but Taehyung just groaned and turned his face away, burying it in his shoulder. The rest of them looked on worriedly – his heat symptoms had never been this bad before.

 Left without any other option, Namjoon called you, hoping that the familiar scent of home would soothe Taehyung enough to stop being a moaning mess on the floor of their studio long enough to go home and ride out the heat.

 You’d never gotten anywhere so fast in your life. Hearing that Taehyung was in trouble spurred you to all but fly out of your house, speeding all the way to the studio in his extra car that he never let you drive. It was lucky that you’d learned how to drive in Geochang, you thought as you zipped into the parking lot at the BigHit building and raced up to the studio.

 You burst into the room dramatically, panting from your exertion, and immediately zeroed in on Taehyung, who seemed to be feeling a little better than what you’d been led to believe, if the way he’d sat up and was looking at you was any indicator. His ears perked up too, indicating that he was no longer as distressed as he’d been just a minute ago.

 “Hey,” you said softly as you approached slowly, not wanting to freak him out since his animal instincts were closer to the surface than usual. And, if you were being honest, the way his gaze fixated on you was almost predatory, triggering your flight instincts. Reassuring yourself that Taehyung would never hurt you, you continued to inch closer to him.

 “How you doing, Tae-oppa?” you asked softly, getting on your knees next to him and pushing his sweaty bangs off his forehead. He closed his eyes and shuddered at the touch, and you wondered at his over-the-top reaction. Just how deep was he into his heat?

 You made to pull your hand back, not wanting to cause him any more discomfort than necessary, but his hand shot up and grabbed your wrist. “Y/n…” he shuddered as he breathed your name. “You came,” he continued, looking up at you far more intensely than you thought the situation warranted, his long fingers stroking your wrist gently.

 Hesitantly, you replied, “Uhh, yeah, Namjoon-oppa called me to come get you. Come on, let’s get you home,” you urged, trying to pull your hand away, but he tightened his grip around your wrist and made that impossible. You raised your brow at him, wondering why he insisted on staying in that corner instead of going home where he had pajamas, nice soft sheets on his bed, and could draw the curtains so the light didn’t hurt his eyes, but he stood up quite easily without letting go of you and started tugging you out of the room.

 “Uh, okay then,” you mumbled, utterly confused now. When Namjoon had called you, he’d been almost panicked, describing what bad shape Taehyung was in and getting you all worried, but the man in front of you seemed completely fine. A little off-kilter, maybe, but that was only to be expected since he was going through heat, after all.

 “Bye, oppas!” you said, waving at them as Taehyung pulled on your wrist, leading you down the hall and towards the elevator.

 “Well, you look pretty good for someone in heat,” you told him as you waited for it to arrive, looking him up and down assessingly. “When Namjoon-oppa called me he was so panicked, and I freaked out too, but he must have been exaggerating,” you chattered on to fill the silence. You understood that Taehyung wasn’t really in the mood to make conversation right now, but somehow his intense gaze made the quiet feel a little uncomfortable.

 The elevator doors opened with a ding, and your attention was momentarily taken away from Taehyung, so you didn’t see the way he shuddered. It wasn’t that he was feeling better, it was that his heat had found a target, and all that shaky, general horniness and misery had turned into laser focus on you. You walked into the elevator with that little bounce in your step, and he followed after you, almost stalking you with how predatory his gait and gaze were.

 You stopped and turned around in the middle of the lift, your eyes lifting habitually to the display on top of the doors, but Taehyung didn’t stop walking, bumping against you and causing you to drop your gaze to him. You gasped at the hungry expression on his face, but it didn’t deter him from backing you up against the wall. You squeaked in surprise as your back hit the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs, and in the second that it took you to get your bearings back, he’d moved his hands from the wall on either side of your shoulders to your waist, pulling you tightly to him as he buried his nose in your neck.

 You just about jumped out of your skin when you felt his erection pressing against you, and your mind immediately leapt to work rationalizing it away. He was in heat, it was normal for him to have a boner, and it definitely had nothing to do with you, you tried to convince yourself. He was scenting you because you smelled familiar, like home, and it was comforting for him.

 Trying not to squirm away in discomfort so you could help him, you stroked his hair in what you thought was a soothing gesture. “Tae-oppa, you okay?” you asked softly.

 He groaned in response. “You smell so good,” he said, sniffing you aggressively as he pressed you into the wall. You gulped and looked up at the numbers flashing on the screen, indicating that you were close to the basement now. The moment the elevator door opened, you pulled away under the guise of leaving the elevator, and hurried to the car.

 Taehyung insisted that he wanted to take the car he’d driven here back home, as it was more comfortable, but then refused to hand you the keys so you could drive, instead forcing you to fish them out of his front pocket. He’d boxed you in with his body against the car while you’d done it, too, staring at you so intently that it made your face heat as you averted your gaze, trying to grab his keys without any accidents.

 When the keys were finally in your hands, you slipped into the driver’s seat, trying to avoid staring at Taehyung as he went around to the other side of the car and slid gracefully into the passenger seat. You didn’t know what was going on, but you weren’t prepared for any of this, and it was making you slightly uncomfortable, especially because you couldn’t be sure that you didn’t like it. As inappropriate and wrong as all of this was, as much as you knew that this was just because of his heat and to entertain any fantasies would be taking advantage of him in this vulnerable state, there was a part of you that felt a sliver of interest. That, under all the fear and discomfort, had thrilled at having

 As you started the car, you studiously ignored Taehyung. He huffed and undid the top few buttons on his shirt, then fiddled with the seat so that he was in a more comfortable reclining position. Your mind raced as you drove home – he’d never acted like this with you before, and you wondered if he was okay. The heat seemed to be worse than in previous years, and he must be really out of it by now. Was it even possible for him to get through this heat without a partner?

 At a red light, you snuck a glance over at him, relieved to see that his eyes were closed and he seemed to have fallen into a light doze. That was good, you thought, your heart warming at seeing his cute sleeping face. He should get some rest while he could, because it seemed like this heat would be hard on him. Your heart squeezed – it seemed unfair that hybrids had to go through this, and you wondered why on earth your ancestors had created hybrids this way.

 After parking the car, you looked over at him and bit your lip. You didn’t really want to wake him up now that he seemed to be sleeping rather comfortably, but unfortunately there was no way that you would be able to carry a fully grown hybrid back to his apartment, so reluctantly, you reached over to shake him awake.

 “Tae-oppa?” you called quietly. “We’re home.”

 He stirred and looked at you with half-closed eyes, before nodding listlessly, and you felt like the scum of the earth for even entertaining the thought that his earlier actions were an advance, and especially for that tiny bit of arousal that you’d experienced feeling his erection dig into your belly earlier. He was clearly in a vulnerable position, and here you were, misinterpreting his actions and taking advantage of him by enjoying what his hormones were making him do.

 It would do you well to remember that it was your ancestors who had made him like this. In a way, it was kind of your fault that he had to go through it, and you promised him silently that you would do whatever it took to help him through this.

 You slid out of the car, then hurried over to the other side to help him out. He seemed a little woozy and weaker than normal, but otherwise fine, and even managed to get himself back to the apartment without any difficulty. A light sheen of sweat coated him by the time you’d reached the apartment, though, and he made to go straight to the bedroom, but you managed to coax him to take a shower first since it wasn’t likely that he would get another one before his heat ended.

 “Tae-oppa?” you called as he was headed into the bathroom, already stripping his shirt off.

 He grunted in acknowledgement, but didn’t turn around or stop.

 “Do you want me to call someone to help you with your heat? Maybe Minhee-unnie, or Haeun-unnie?” you suggested some of his previous heat partners, girls he’d hooked up with regularly in the past. There were also services that provided heat partners, but you didn’t know if anyone would be available on such short notice.

 Taehyung thought about it. It would probably be smart to find a partner to ride this heat out – it was hitting far stronger than he’d anticipated and he could scarcely think straight, especially now that he was in the apartment where your scent was so incredibly intense and mixed so thoroughly in with the smell of home – but the thought of having a heat partner strangely made him feel almost sick.

 “No, it’s okay,” he responded brusquely, too out of it to temper his tone, and closed the door behind him in the bathroom.

 Shivering, he stripped out of the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the handle to the coldest setting possible. He hissed and growled in displeasure as the ice cold water hit his skin, but he knew it was necessary. He was burning up, way too hot for a usual heat, and even in his compromised state of mind, he knew that this could be dangerous if he didn’t cool down, and quickly.

 The cold shower didn’t do much for the desire raging through him, though, and he rested his forehead against the cool tile of the shower stall and groaned. He was completely losing it, he could tell, and probably terrorizing you. He felt like an awful owner. You were so innocent and good, coming to get him from the studio, and he’d responded by basically assaulting you in the elevator earlier.

 “Fuck!” he growled, slamming his fist into the wall. Even knowing that he was garbage wasn’t enough to stop him from recalling how amazing you’d smelled, how soft you’d felt under his hands, the way you’d melted against the press of his body in the elevator. You always smelled good to him, especially since he’d been discharged from the military, but today it seemed different. Better. The scent emanating from you was just slightly warmer, sweeter, spicier than the residual scent you’d left all over the apartment, including in the bathroom. In his heat-addled state, he couldn’t figure out why, but it was messing with his ability to keep his head on straight in a big way.

 With another growl of frustration, he wrapped his hand around his cock, knowing that there was no way he could go back out into the apartment in the state he was in. It was fast and rough, and his orgasm was unsatisfying, barely enough to take the edge off the all-consuming hunger that bordered on pain, but he felt his mind clear just enough that he remembered all the reasons why bending his pet human over was a bad idea.

 He got out of the shower and dried himself off perfunctorily, wrapping the towel around his waist because he hadn’t brought in fresh clothes. He was collecting his dirty clothes to drop into the laundry basket when, as he stood up, he caught sight of the box of tampons you’d left on top of the toilet. He rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance – you were always forgetting to put them back under the sink after your period was over. It was one of his biggest pet peeves, the way you would just leave things lying around and causing clutter.

 Wait a minute. He frowned again at the box. You’d had your last period a week ago, which meant…

 Fuck.

 All the pieces fell into place in his mind then, and it took massive amounts of restraint to avoid sending his fist clear through the wall. You were ovulating, which is why you smelled so good. All his hopes of not fixating on you during this heat were dashed. In previous cycles, he’d noted your ovulation because your scent had shifted, but it had never affected him much before. Now, though, that he was in heat, the scent that indicated your fertility was overwhelming, stripping all restraint from him. The mere thought of cumming into you and getting you pregnant had his wolf instincts rising, the hair on the back of his neck prickling as his erection ached and his balls drew up, desperate to fulfil their purpose.

 This isn’t right, the part of him that was still in control screamed, but that voice was quickly being drowned out by his hormones. This was bad, he needed to lock himself in his room before he did something he couldn’t take back.

 With that thought in his mind, he wrenched the bathroom door open, and the cool air from outside the bathroom felt nice and calming on his overheated skin, helping him to maintain some sanity. Thankfully, you’d gone into your room and shut the door, and he made a beeline for his own room, thinking that as long as he didn’t see or smell you, everything would be fine.

 Unfortunately, thinking that you were being helpful, you’d gone into his room while he was in the bathroom to leave some water and snacks. He could see a few bottles neatly lined up on the bedside table, and the rest of the carton was sitting on the floor in a corner of the room. You’d also arranged the energy bars and fruit on the table, within easy reach of the bed. His heart clenched at how thoughtful you were, but even the short amount of time you’d spent in his room was enough to leave traces of your scent in his room.

 Groaning, he shut the door behind him and threw himself on the bed, facedown. He landed with his face in your pillow and growled, biting down on it as he impatiently stripped the towel off and threw it into a corner. His hands clenched into fists as he swiveled his hips, pressing his painful erection into the sheets.

 In the state he was in, thoughts about how wrong it was to get himself off to your scent flew right out the window as he took deep huffs of the pillow that had become saturated with your scent from months of you sleeping on it every night. As he worked himself closer to orgasm, he imagined that instead of the residual scent you’d left in his bed, it was you, warm and soft and pliant, letting him fuck you, use your body as he needed. You’d be so sweet to him, he thought, cooing at him as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, stroking the back of his neck and letting him mark you up as he plowed into you. Even in his fantasy, he wasn’t able to be gentle with you, holding the pillow between his teeth as he imagined the tender skin of your neck and collarbone in its place. His wolf instincts running high, he shuddered as he found his release to the picture of you he held in his mind, letting him fuck a whole litter of pups into you.

 “Y/n, shit, fuck,” he groaned as he came, holding that sweet fantasy close as he rode out his orgasm. Floating high in its wake for a moment, he rolled onto his back and shut his eyes, enjoying the small aftershocks running through his body. He wished he could just stay in this moment for the rest of his heat, where the consuming need had abated somewhat, but before the clarity of mind orgasm gave him made all his guilt come flooding back.

 He was a terrible, shitty hybrid and he was definitely going to hell. The thought made his ears droop sadly, but at least you weren’t here to witness his descent into madness. You were too good to him, such a sweet pet, he mused as he grabbed one of the bottles of water you’d so kindly put within easy reach and gulping it down. He wished he at least knew why this was happening all of a sudden. He’d never heard of or read about hybrid-human relationships, even though he knew that technically he was part human as well. It was all very confusing and scary, made worse by the fact that he had to hide what he was feeling from everyone, especially you, for fear that you would see him differently. He’d worked so hard to make sure that you felt safe in his home, and all of that would go down the drain immediately if you found out how alluring he found your scent now, and how difficult a time he was having keeping his hands off you.

 In the midst of his heat, even the thought of you finding out that he was unabashedly using your scent to get off didn’t fill him with horror and shame as it should have. Instead, his mind started to conjure up fantasies of you biting your lip, cooing his name when you found what a state he’d worked himself into. Imaginary you stroked his fevered brow softly, pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, then slid your hand down his body to grasp his erection as real Taehyung did the same thing.

 He’d already cum twice, so he could take his time a little more, stretch out the teasing and immerse himself in his fantasy. Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip in an effort to muffle the whine he could feel building in his throat, he exhaled shakily. You’d be so sweet to him, stripping out of your clothes without him asking, leaning over him to kiss him sweetly. Your soft, gentle kisses would contrast against how confidently and tightly you were gripping his cock as you jerked him off, letting him moan and whimper into your mouth.

 He wouldn’t be pliant for long – no, even in his fantasy he was needy, burning up, and you were the only thing that could save him from certain death. It would barely be a minute of you hovering over him, your hand on his cock, before he wouldn’t be able to take any more teasing. He’d grab you and flip the both of you over, so you landed on your back with him between your legs. He shuddered at the thought, turning onto his belly with his face back in your pillow, stacking his fists under him so they made a nice, deep hole for his cock to drill into.

 You’d be wet and creamy already, letting him slide through your folds without any resistance. He thought about how soft and tight you’d be as he ran his fingers down your slit, stretching you out for his cock. Even in the state he was in, he would be careful not to hurt you, to prep you well so that when he finally took his rightful place deep inside you, there would be nothing but pleasure. Biting his lip, he slowly fucked into his fists, mimicking the way he would enter you for the first time.

 Fantasy you arched into him and moaned helplessly, your walls tightening around him rhythmically as you adjusted to his length within you, and liquid heat pooled in his lower belly as he thought about the cute, breathy sounds you would make for him. Would you beg him for more, or tell him it was too much? He rather liked the idea of being too much for you, he found, enough to ruin you for any human man or hybrid who came after him. If he had his way, you’d always be his.

 He groaned and huffed as he picked up his pace, rutting into his fists as the head of his cock brushed against the sheets. Thousand thread count sheets and yet the fabric dragged almost unpleasantly against the oversensitive flesh, far rougher than he was sure your silken heat would be.

 As he jerked himself off relentlessly, he imagined that it was you he was plowing into, biting savagely into the pillow as he imagined that it was your neck he was marking up. His climax was close now, he could feel it, and he panted heavily as he strained for it. “Please,” he grunted, his voice muffled by the pillow. “Please, I need it.”

 Like a wish granted, his orgasm washed over him, and he shuddered all over as he came to your scent again. “Y/n,” he groaned, your name like a prayer on his lips as copious amounts of cum landed in a pool on the sheets. “Fuck,” he breathed, right before he collapsed into a heat nap.

  Almost two hours had passed since you’d gone into your room. You’d spent it comfortably enough, curled into your oversized armchair reading, but it was almost dark out now and you were getting hungry.

 Putting your book down and removing the noise-cancelling headphones that ensured you’d be able to look Taehyung in the eye once his heat ended, you opened your bedroom door and poked your head out slightly hesitantly. Once, when you were thirteen, you’d been careless and just waltzed right out of Yoongi’s room and run into a very naked Taehyung gulping down water in the kitchen, and it had scared the crap out of the both of you. Needless to say, ever since then you’d checked to make sure the coast was clear before going anywhere in the apartment whenever any of them had their heats.

 When all you saw was Taehyung’s closed bedroom door further down the corridor, you slipped out of your room and into the kitchen, tying your hair back into a ponytail as you gathered up ingredients. You didn’t know if Taehyung was up to have a full meal, but if he was, a nice, soothing soybean stew ought to hit the spot. Already licking your lips in anticipation, you put the earthenware port on the stove and turned it on, humming to yourself as you prepared the food.

 When it was done, you left it on the stove and went to get Taehyung. Sometimes even during his heat he would be capable of coming to eat a meal with you, and you figured it was worth a shot. If not, you could always eat alone and leave the stew for him to reheat when he felt hungry enough.

 “Tae-oppa?” you said softly, knocking on his door.

 For a second, there was no noise from inside and you assumed he was asleep, but as you were about to walk away you heard a rustle, and then he said, in a slightly slurred tone, “Come in.”

 You opened the door, and were immediately assaulted by the smell in the room, but you tried not to wrinkle your nose as you stepped in, knowing that Taehyung would be able to see it even in the dark. “Oppa, I made dinner, do you want to come join me?”

 Your eyes were still adjusting to the darkness of the room, and you were hardly able to see anything, but you heard Taehyung moving and assumed he was coming to join you for dinner. Starting to turn around to exit the room, you were caught off guard when he instead pushed you up against the door, which in turn slammed shut. The air was knocked from your lungs and you saw stars for a moment, standing still in his grasp as you tried to figure out what just happened.

 Taehyung, however, immediately took advantage of your confusion to crowd you against the door with his body. Your frame was completely dwarfed by his, one of his hands on your hip while the other was pressed to the wood beside your ear. “You smell so goddamn good,” he groaned as he bent to press his nose to your neck.

 Now you were confused for a whole different reason, because his words, his proximity, the bare erection he was pressing into your belly, all of those things confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt what you’d earlier tried to deny to yourself. For some reason, your owner wanted you, and you didn’t know what to do.

 “Tae-oppa –” you said timidly, trying to extricate yourself from this situation, but as he dragged his tongue up the length of your neck, right to your ear, your words cut off in a choked gasp. You shuddered involuntarily, hating yourself for reacting when you knew how wrong this all was.

 “Y/n-ah, you smell so good, so ripe,” he said against your ear as he started to swivel his hips, thrusting against you. Against your will, your core clenched, and you cringed as you felt a rush of wetness escape you. Your vain hopes that he didn’t know how wet you’d become, even with his heightened hybrid senses, were dashed when he groaned again, this time a long, low sound full of agony, and pressed his lips to yours.

 You were stock still for a moment, your mind blanking out, unable to comprehend what was going on. Every instinct was screaming at you to get out of there, that this was wrong, bad, sick, but your hands wouldn’t cooperate, half stretched out but not touching him, just hovering over his body.

 “Y/n, it hurts,” he groaned, resting his head against your forehead and panting heavily. It sounded like there wasn’t enough air in the room for him, and you could empathize – the uncomfortably warm and humid atmosphere wasn’t comfortable for you, let alone a hybrid going through heat at the moment.

 “What’s wrong, oppa?” you asked, stroking your hands down his side in a bid to bring him comfort, your initial reluctance to touch him or do anything that might give him the wrong idea forgotten in your haste to do anything that might make him feel better. Even touching his bare sides confirmed to you that he was burning up, and he usually ran warmer than you did as it was. Frowning, you tried to touch his face, to see whether he was feverish enough for it to be dangerous. If there was something wrong this time – and based on his strange behavior, you were already inclined to think there was – you had to call someone to come help him immediately.

 A sob ripped through him as your hand landed on his face, and he nuzzled aggressively into your palm. “You feel okay,” you murmured, stroking his cheek with your thumb. He was warmer than usual, but not so hot that you were alarmed.

 Instead of responding to your comment, he begged again, “Please help me, Y/n-ah.” The abject misery in his tone tugged at your heartstrings, and in that moment you knew you would do anything if it prevented him from suffering any more.

 “What do you need, Tae-oppa?” you asked quietly, steeling yourself for what was pretty sure would be the reply. By this point, you weren’t even thinking about whether or not you personally wanted to do this – and you were fairly ambivalent about the whole thing, if you were being honest – and your entire paradigm shifted, with Taehyung in the center of it.

 Instead of answering with words, he bent down slightly and hoisted you up with his hands on the back of your thighs, slotting himself between them neatly as he pressed you into the door. In this position, his prominent erection rubbed against your core, like a fiery brand burning through your shorts and panties.

 You whimpered. You didn’t know which way was up – it had been so long since you’d broken up with your ex back in Geochang, and you hadn’t had any action since, and the way he was moving against you triggered every carnal instinct you possessed. At the same time, your rational mind knew that this was wrong, that he was a hybrid and you were a human. You were different species, for God’s sake, and you’d never seen him in any light other than as your owner and guardian. Somehow, though, none of that mattered when he made another pained noise.

 Hesitantly, you slipped your arms around his neck and started kissing him back. Your tentative overtures were nothing like the way he greedily devoured your mouth as a precursor to the way he wanted to eat you alive, but his reaction was dramatic enough that it didn’t seem he minded too much. Pressing you back more firmly against the door, he slipped one hand from your thigh up your camisole, his long fingers stretching up your ribcage.

 You shivered at his touch, although you weren’t sure whether it was in arousal or revulsion. Nevertheless, you steeled yourself and let him grope you, kiss you, do whatever he wanted. You were quickly realizing that you would do anything to help Taehyung, even give up your own body. After all, he was the person who had saved you all those years ago. It was the least you could do for him, no matter what your personal thoughts on the matter were.

 Still, there was something about how enthusiastically he was kissing and touching you that was incredibly persuasive, stirring something deep within you that wanted to respond in kind. Slowly, your kisses became bolder, and when you tentatively swiped your tongue against his bottom lip, his whole body shuddered in a way that made you feel powerful.

 “Fuck,” he growled, and still holding on to you, he turned and strode over to the bed, dropping you unceremoniously down on it. You’d barely landed when his hands were at work again, hooking his fingers in your waistband and pulling down your shorts and panties at the same time.

 “Fuck,” he repeated more softly this time as he dropped the discarded clothing carelessly. He levelled his body over yours, an elbow planted into the bed beside you to help balance himself as he slid his other hand down your soft belly to your pussy. You widened your legs accommodatingly to his touch, biting your lip to stay quiet when his hand slid over you, just a little too hard to be pleasurable over the sensitive flesh.

 “Shit, this heat is going to be the death of me,” he huffed, sounding more lucid now that you were under him than he had at any point before. He settled between your legs and bent his head back down to rub his nose against your neck again, but that one throwaway comment stuck in your mind, causing you to stiffen under him uncomfortably. Your stomach twisted unpleasantly in panic as you realized what you’d almost done. He was in heat, unable to think straight, and instead of protecting him from making a hormone-fueled decision that he would definitely have regretted as soon as his heat passed, you’d been about to enable it.

 Whatever arousal you might have been feeling evaporated in an instant, shame and horror filling you instead. Taehyung was so out of it that he didn’t notice the chance in your body language, but he sure as hell noticed when you tried to scramble away from him, though you weren’t very successful since his entire weight was pressing down on you, pinning you in place.

 Still, you made a little headway squirming away from him before his eyes opened wide again and he frowned down at you, pressing his hips more firmly down into you to pin you down. “Stop,” he protested. “What are you doing?”

 “Oppa, we can’t do this,” you cried out, distressed, as you continued to struggle away from him. But he was bigger and stronger than you were, and pinned you down easily.

 “Why not,” he whined, his breath ruffling the hair by your temple. He was still panting heavily as you squirmed under him, and you stopped, realizing that your movement was making the situation worse. In your despair, tears began to prick at your eyes, and the scent of your distress, cutting sharply through the intoxicating aroma of your arousal, gave him pause.

 “Baby, are you okay?” he asked with some concern, lifting himself off you slightly so that he could peer down at your face. The moment you felt his weight leave you, you used your newfound leverage to push him so hard he lost his balance, falling to the mattress next to you. You wouldn’t have been able to do it if he’d been expecting it and bracing against it, you knew, because he was just so much stronger than you naturally.

 In a flash, you were up and running for your life, sprinting for his bedroom door. You didn’t bother grabbing the rest of your clothes, knowing there was no time. Even with the head start you’d gotten on Taehyung, you knew that it would be close when he snarled and pushed himself off the bed, chasing after you.

 Shit, you swore to yourself as you ran for your bedroom. It loomed ahead of you, seeming to get further away as your vision narrowed in your panic. You could hear Taehyung thundering down the hallway after you, and with his longer stride and superior hybrid strength, he was gaining on you at an alarming pace. Even though you knew this was probably nothing for him, he was panting loudly enough for you to hear it, and you cringed as you remembered how alluring the chase was to wolves. Did Taehyung have that in common with them? You were starting to realise that despite being with him for so long, there were enormous gaps in your knowledge about him. Of course, you’d never expected that you would need to know such intimate details about him, but here you were.

 You ducked into your room and slammed the door shut just in time, wincing as you heard Taehyung crash into the solid oak with a furious snarl. You flipped the lock into place right before he started abusing the door handle, banging loudly and pulling way too hard on the handle as he yelled for you. “Y/n-ie? Baby, please unlock the door. Just talk to me, baby, I just wanna talk, I won’t do anything else, please.” He continued to beg and wheedle, his voice turning into a whine.

 Oh, God. You had no clue how to handle this, and it was turning into a nightmare. You backed away from the door, trying to give yourself as much distance as possible to think. You had to call for reinforcements, you knew. There was no way in hell you were going out there, and Taehyung was out of his mind right now.

 Running your hands through your hair in stress, you picked up the phone that you’d thankfully left on your bedside table instead of on the kitchen counter. There was only one person who could help you, you knew. Namjoon.

  You sat on the floor with your back against the door the entire time you waited for him to arrive, trying to offer Taehyung comfort and companionship without actually opening the door, which you knew would lead to something you couldn’t take back given the state he was in. He’d given up on yelling and trying to break into your room, since the door was sturdy enough to withstand his efforts to knock it down. In utter despair and misery now, he was on the floor whimpering and whining, and your heart broke with every sad, pathetic noise he made. It took everything in you not to open the door and give him what he so desperately wanted, and it was only the knowledge that he would hate himself, and you, once the heat passed that gave you the strength to resist.

 Thankfully, Namjoon had a key to the apartment, because you didn’t know how you would have gotten all the way to the front door to let him in with Taehyung still camped outside your bedroom. You knew when he arrived because Taehyung’s sad, soft whines transformed into angry growls. He was infuriated at another hybrid encroaching on what he considered to be his territory during his heat, with his bitch in the vicinity, and you were terrified that he would actually attack the older man, yet another thing that he would hate himself for when he was back in his right frame of mind.

 Grateful that you’d thought to dress yourself once you were back in your room, you opened the door, distracting Taehyung from Namjoon as he immediately attached himself to you. Patting his back while trying to keep his hands from straying to inappropriate places, it took you a moment to realize that Namjoon had brought Yoongi with him, and you squinted in confusion at the snow leopard hybrid.

 “You should stay with Yoongi until Tae’s heat passes,” Namjoon explained. “I’ll keep an eye on Taehyung.”

 That sounded like a good idea in theory, but how poorly Taehyung had reacted to having them in his apartment during his heat made you skeptical of how it would play out. Even now, Taehyung’s distraction was fading away, and he was standing protectively in front of you as he growled threateningly at the intruders.

 “His instincts are amped up because of you, for some reason. If you aren’t here anymore, he should calm down.”

 You chewed on your lip indecisively. The doubt in Namjoon’s voice made you want to protest, to reject his proposal. How could you endanger both Taehyung and Namjoon on a hunch?

 Really, though, what was the alternative? You couldn’t possibly give in to Taehyung; he would be filled with regret and self-loathing once he returned to normal, and you needed to protect him from that.

 “Okay,” you acquiesced finally. You tried to step around Taehyung to go to Yoongi, but he whipped around, alarmed.

 “Baby, what are you doing?” he asked, panicked, his arms wrapping around you immediately.

 “Oppa, let me go, please?” you begged softly, hoping futilely that Namjoon and Yoongi wouldn’t hear your conversation with him. Somehow, this felt too intimate for anyone else to witness.

 Taehyung brushed his thumb along your cheekbone, wiping away the stray tear in what had to be the most tender gesture he’d made towards you since his heat started. “Don’t cry, baby,” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ll give you everything you need.”

 “Tae-oppa, I’ll see you after your heat, okay?” you managed, forcing the words out past the lump in your throat. “Be nice to Namjoon-oppa. I love you.” You’d said it to him so many times before, but it carried a different weight this time that you didn’t want to examine too closely.

 “Y/n-ie…” He didn’t let you go, but his grip loosened ever so slightly, and you took the opportunity to twist yourself out of his embrace, and hurried over to Yoongi. He gave you a small smile as he held his hand out to you.

 As you left the apartment with Yoongi, you heard Taehyung give a heart-rending roar, and almost said to hell with it and ran back to him. As if sensing your internal conflict, Yoongi’s hand tightened on yours, making it impossible for you to leave his side.

 You sobbed in the car all the way to Yoongi’s apartment, the reality of everything setting into you only after you’d left the situation, and the adrenaline that had kept you going left your system. You didn’t understand what was going on, but the pure misery you’d heard in Taehyung’s voice as he called out for you stayed with you. It was your fault somehow, you knew. Taehyung was suffering because of you, because of your ancestors, cruel people who’d made him the way he was for their own selfish purposes. Everything was your fault.

  For the next four days, you barely left Yoongi's guest bedroom. He gave up trying to coax you to watch Netflix with him or come to the studio to interact with the other members. Instead, he left you alone for the most part, only coming to get you when it was meal time or when he had an update from Namjoon.

 Apparently, after you'd left he'd barricaded himself in his own bedroom and hadn't left. Namjoon was trying to get him to eat a proper meal, but it was tough - thankfully, there was still the stew you'd cooked and hadn't gotten a chance to eat on the stove, because it wasn't like Namjoon was capable of cooking a nutritious homemade meal from scratch. After several attempts, Taehyung had finally allowed Namjoon to hand him the meal on a tray, which he ate in his room and left the empty dishes outside the door after.

 Apart from that, you didn't know much because he wasn't interacting with Namjoon, so your secondhand information was limited at best. It didn't really help your anxiety about the whole situation, but at least you knew he was alive, and you'd really left enough food and water in his bedroom for several heats, so there wasn't a problem on that front.

 You used the time, instead, to think about what had happened during the first day of Taehyung's heat. For the entire four days you were at Yoongi's, you basically thought about nothing else. He'd wanted you. Now that you were thinking about it in that light, a lot of the other strange things he'd been doing made a lot more sense. He wasn't just reacting to your familiar scent, or pack bond, or whatever bullshit it was that he'd been feeding you. You realised with a start that he'd been attracted to you.

 That realisation didn't make you feel better - in fact, you had more questions than before. How long had this been going on? How could this happen? Was this normal? Was he normal? And, most importantly, how did you feel about it all?

 With so much time on your hands all of a sudden, you thought about it obsessively, and cycled through almost every possible emotion.

 First came the knee-jerk reaction of disgust and horror, of course. How could this happen? How could you let this happen? You sobbed as you thought about how wrong all of this was, how weird, how inappropriate it was that Taehyung was attracted to you, a human and his pet, for God's sake. And he'd fucking lied about it too, feeding you that bullshit about his pack bond and lulling you into a false sense of security so you'd continue to stay with him, when he should have told you what was happening and let you move away as soon as he started feeling this way.

 But then - and almost against your will, because you did not want to start empathizing with him and trying to justify the shitty things he'd done to you in your mind - you started to see things his way. If it was so wrong to you, it must have been a million times worse for him, the one who'd been caught so off-guard by these new, entirely unexpected emotions. He must have been blindsided, felt so lost and scared, when he realised what was going on. Your traitorous heart felt a pang of sympathy for him. Of course he hadn't wanted to tell you; he'd probably not even been ready to admit it to himself.

 Lying on your back and staring up at the ceiling, you tried to sort out your thoughts. Whether you liked it or not, you were programmed to want to please your owner, and that included understanding them. Your psyche had done its job and let you understand, with very little information and no help, Taehyung's motivations and frame of mind.

 What it wouldn't help with, however, was understanding how you felt about all of this. You sighed and rolled onto your belly, burying your face in the pillows, stifling the urge to scream in frustration.

 You knew you cared about Taehyung. Despite everything else, that hadn't changed. You couldn't forget the way he'd taken you in, given you a loving home and everything a human could possibly ask for, and asked for nothing in return. He'd even done his best to hide his growing desire from you when - let's be real - he could have acted on it whenever he wanted. It's not like anyone would believe you over him. You loved him, and you were so grateful to him for taking you in when nobody else would, and saving you from a miserable childhood in the shelter. Everything you had - everything you were - was because of him.

 Still, you couldn't quite shake the feeling that this was wrong, that it was immoral and inappropriate and sick to be in a human-hybrid relationship. Not after everything that had happened between the two species. Not when you were literally different species.

 With a groan of despair that was muffled by the pillows, you flailed a little in frustration. What were you to do? You were still no closer to an answer than you'd been when you'd first started thinking about all of this literal days ago.

  Namjoon didn't know - and, God willing, would never know - that Taehyung had found your discarded shorts and underwear on his bedroom floor after you'd left, and had been using that to help him get off ever since. In the state he was in, he wasn't even capable of feeling shame or remorse at what he was doing, and was just ecstatic that he finally had something better than your residual scent on his sheets to get off to.

 He sniffed at the crotch of your panties - buried his face in them, really - licked and sucked at the stains that your arousal had left in them, and tried to memorise the scent as he masturbated furiously throughout the entire four days of his heat. By the end of it, there was barely any trace of you left on the scrap of fabric, something he bemoaned as he worked himself to the final unsatisfying orgasm of his heat.

 His whole room was a mess - it stank of sex and debauchery, and there was cum all over the place - the floor, the pillows from when he'd rutted them, all over the sheets. As he fell into a deep sleep, he wondered if you'd be able to smell it, even with your weak human nose, when you came back.

 He kind of hoped you would. His heat-addled mind wanted you to know what he'd done for you.

  When Taehyung woke up, finally lucid after running through his heat, the first thing he did was remove your panties from his mouth. He grimaced in disgust - how had he literally fallen asleep with them there? God, he was truly awful - and tossed them aside, grabbing a half-finished bottle of water from between the pillows and downing it. He was parched, and the the water in the bottle wasn't enough for him.

 As he got up on shaky legs to grab another bottle from the corner, he recognized for the first time how ravenous he was, and after picking up his water, brought it with him while he left his bedroom for the first time in days to find some food.

 Thinking that he was alone, he didn't bother getting dressed, so when he reached the end of the hallway and entered the common area of the apartment, he screamed like a little girl and ran all the way back to his room in embarrassment when Namjoon, sitting on the couch with his Kindle, turned around to see him in his full naked glory. It was nothing the older man hadn't seen before, of course - you see all sorts of things when you live together for as long as they had - but it was still embarrassing, especially after so long being apart.

 By the time he re-emerged sheepishly, fully dressed, Namjoon was waiting for him with a smirk. "You didn't need to react like that, you know," he teased.

 "Yeah, yeah," Taehyung grumped. "I'm starving, is there anything to eat?"

 Namjoon rolled his eyes. "What do you think this is, Masterchef?" he quipped. "I just called for delivery, it should be here soon," he continued.

 Taehyung, on hearing that, gave his leader his best boxy smile. "Thanks, hyung! You're the best!" he cheered, going to sit on the other end of the couch to wait.

 Namjoon, figuring that he would leave the questions till after the other man had eaten, went back to his Kindle. Taehyung, though, seemed to have other ideas.

 "Hyung, have you been here all this while?" he asked curiously.

 "Uh, yeah," Namjoon replied. "Somebody had to take care of you."

 "Where's Y/n?" came the next question.

 Namjoon hesitated then. "How much do you remember?" he asked cautiously, not wanting to say anything that might startle or upset Taehyung.

 "Uhh..." Taehyung frowned, thinking hard. "I remember Y/n smelling real good," he said, shivering at just the memory of it. "Then she was in my room, under me... then..." he trailed off, his eyes widening in horror as he started remembering in detail what had happened.

 "Oh, my God," he groaned, burying his head in his hands. "I'm awful," he said, beginning to sob.

 "Hey, don't say that about yourself," Namjoon said, alarmed, drawing closer as he patted the younger man on the back comfortingly. "You're not awful, you were just caught up in your heat, that's all."

 "No, you don't understand!" Taehyung cried out, obviously distressed. "I'm the worst; I'm a disgusting hybrid and pet owner, and I should be put behind bars for Y/n's safety, and probably the rest of society, too," he finished miserably, his ears drooping.

 Namjoon tried to calm Taehyung down to explain what he meant by that, but before he succeeded, the food arrived, and with that distraction readily available, the younger man clammed up as he stuffed his face full of japchae and kimchi stew to avoid talking.

 Eventually, when everything had been finished - even the weird sweetcorn banchan that no one ever finished - Taehyung couldn't put it off any longer.

 "You'll hate me," he protested dejectedly when Namjoon tried again to coax him to spill the beans.

 "Bro, if I didn't hate you after you threw up all over me when you had food poisoning, how could anything make me hate you now?" Namjoon countered reasonably.

 That made sense, so with a heavy sigh, Taehyung told Namjoon the entire sordid tale. The words came out stiltedly at first, then started pouring out, as Taehyung started speaking faster and faster, until it sounded like he was the rapper in the group. The more he spilled, the lighter the weight on his shoulders became, as if by telling someone else, he was transferring the burden. Namjoon, to his credit, listened quietly, his expression remaining open and neutral as he took in Taehyung's story, interjecting only to ask clarifying questions but never to pass any judgement.

 When Taehyung was finally done - he left out the bit about him using your dirty underwear to get him through his heat, because hyung or not, there were some things that should be kept to himself - he leaned back against the couch cushions with a heavy sigh. This was it, he knew. No matter how accepting his hyung was, there were some things that were just too much, and this was one of those. As he'd been telling the story from the beginning, starting from the day you'd come to pick him up from his army base, how awful it all was hit him again, amplified by revising the entirety of how he'd abused you and your trust.

 "So you see," he concluded his story with a small sigh, "I'm a disgusting pervert who should probably die for the sake of society."

 To his shock, Namjoon leaned in and squeezed his knee. "Don't say that about yourself," he castigated. "I'll do some reading and see if I can find out more about this, but you shouldn't panic, okay? I'm sure I'll be able to find an explanation and solution for you. Trust your hyung."

 The way he said that, so sure and steady, made Taehyung relax, almost against his will. Namjoon had been there for him for almost half of his life now, and he knew, from the determined set of his jaw, that he would come through for him again.

 "Okay."

  After their conversation, Namjoon texted Yoongi to let him know that the coast was clear and quickly made himself scarce, not wanting to get in the way of whatever emotional reunion you were going to have, knowing Taehyung.

 Yoongi, for his part, tried his best to get you back home as quickly as possible, and you didn't have the heart to tell him that you would actually have appreciated a little more time away from Taehyung. You felt bad, but you were still so unsure about everything that was happening, and you were, if you were being completely honest, a little afraid to go home and face him.

 Which led to you, standing outside your front door like an idiot, your fist raised to knock, but unable to actually do it. There would be no going back from this, you knew. Nothing would ever be the same again, one way or another. Was it so wrong of you to want to keep things the way they were, just for a second?

 With a heavy sigh, you dropped your fist against the solid wood of the door, wincing at the loud sound it made. Almost too quickly, you heard the patter of footsteps as Taehyung raced to the door and opened it.

 "Hi," you breathed awkwardly, standing like an idiot with no clue of what to say or do all of a sudden.

 Taehyung, it seemed, had no such problems as he pulled you into a hug and kicked the door shut with his foot. "Y/n, you came back," he breathed into your hair as he squeezed the life out of you.

 Even though you'd been so nervous just a second earlier, being in his warm, familiar embrace made it feel like everything would be okay again, and you couldn't help but melt into his embrace. "Of course I came back, oppa," you said quietly into his chest.

 "I thought... I thought..." Taehyung choked up and he couldn't continue as he dissolved into sobs. "I'm so sorry!" he cried instead, over and over again as you soothed him, telling him that everything would be okay, that you would always be here for him, that you were never going to leave him no matter what, as you stroked his ears comfortingly, the way you knew he liked.

 "Hey, it's okay," you repeated as you patted his back, leaning up on tiptoe to press kisses to as much of his face as you could reach. And it was. Just being with Taehyung, in that moment, gave you a clarity that you hadn't been able to find after days of agonizing over it. Taehyung had saved you, and you loved him. It was as simple as that. And listening to him blubber about how sorry he was, how he'd work on it, he promised, how he'd never do anything like that again if you would just forgive him, you knew that whatever Taehyung wanted, you'd give to him, no matter how you felt about it.

 "It's okay," you said one last time as his sobs petered out. "Whatever you want, it's okay."

 Taehyung didn't fully register at the time how much you meant what you'd said to him that day, but he would soon.

  It was weeks later that Namjoon finally made a breakthrough on his research. Weeks of obsessively searching, trawling through endless pages on the dark web and the dregs of reddit, before he finally found something. It was an old research paper, hundreds of years old, published by a now-defunct, of course, company that had manufactured hybrids. The paper was titled "Research advancements in imprinting technology in hybrids".

 "Oh my God," Namjoon breathed in shock and horror as he skimmed the paper. This was way more serious than either he or Taehyung had initially thought.

[jungshookz]

Idk if this has been sent before but imagine like baker jin and forgetful y/n like she needs to get a cake for yoongi asap bc she forgot his bday and jin is completely okay w working at supersonic speed for this cute little teary eyed person who seems to be in big trouble

➺ pairing; kim seokjin x reader

➺ genre; baker!jin duh, fluffier than jin’s popular angel food cake!! jin and y/n are a couple of cuties :’) 

➺ wordcount: 3.9k

➺ what to expect; “okay! that’s easy. a birthday cake is doable! see? nothing to get teary-eyed over, darling!”

➺ note; i’m not going to lie the one thing that motivated me to finALLy write this request was the phrase ‘cute little teary-eyed person’ i am soFT! I AM SOFT! okay bye i love baker!jin 

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you’ve been sitting in your car for the past twenty minutes trying to remember what exactly it was that namjoon asked you to do for yoongi’s birthday

you know it wasn’t to get everyone to sign his birthday card because that was your job lasT year and also jungkook is in charge of that this year because last week he literally asked you to sign yoongi’s card

and it definitely wasn’t to decorate the venue because namjoon always takes care of that (because he likes things done a certain way and doesn’t trust anyone else with the important job of whEre to place the balloons)

and it also wasn’t to wrap his birthday gifts because according to jimin your wrapping skills are awful and you have the cutting skills of a toddler using those play scissors

it certainly wasn’t to pick yoongi up from his apartment because if that was your job then yoongi would be in the car with you right now (it’s hoseok’s job this year)

and taehyung was the one who curated the invite list aNd took care of the music playlist so you know that wasn’t your job either

so what… in the world… did namjoon ask you to do?

your memory has always been pretty shitty so you probably should’ve written it down

actually you dID technically write it down the day namjoon asked you to take care of it because you remember vividly using your pen and writing it on the back of your hand and then you remember namjoon scolding you and delving into a lecture about the dangers of ink poisoning

but then you washed your hands

and once it was wiped away from your hand it was wiped away from your memory

and that was two weeks ago

so now

here you are

in the parking lot of the venue (you guys are celebrating yoongi’s suRPRISE party at his favourite video game arcade) sitting in your car in complete silence hoping that whatever task you were supposed to complete will just naturally come to you

the party starts at 8 and it’s 7 right now so you still have an hour left to think

you came early to help namjoon set up but then the whole ‘i feel like i’m forgetting something’ thought creeped into your mind and now here you are

and you’re a little afraid to go in and ask namjoon about your mystery task because you feel like he’s going to skin you alive if he finds out that you have noT completed the mystery task

but then again he’s namjoon and namjoon wouldn’t hurt a fly!!!! he’s a sweetie pie!!!

hm

whatever your task is it probably wasn’t that important because namjoon should know better than to send you off with completing something that is integral to the success of yoongi’s surprise party

“you have three seconds to tell me that you’re kidding before i actually lose it.” namjoon presses his lips together before exhaling slowly

okay

so

quick breakdown of what happened after you decided to leave the safety of your car

you came in

said hello to everyone

complimented jimin’s gift-wrapping skills

snuck one of the mini cheeseburger off the foods table

asked tae if he could add dancing queen on the playlist because no party is complete without some ABBA

snuck a mini corndog off the foods table

and then wandered over to a busy namjoon to say hi but before you could say hi namjoon asked you where ‘it’ was, to which you responded with “what… what is ‘it’?”

“by it, i mean the birthday cake. yoongi’s birthday cake. yoongi’s birthday cake that you were supposed to take care of this year because of the revolving system that i- y/n, i need you to say something and stOP staring at me like you don’t know what i’m talking about-“

“oh, the birthday cake!” you snap your fingers before putting your hands on your hips “god, thanks for clearing that up for me. i was literally scratching my head over it for like an hour.”

well there we go!

the mystery has been solved!!!

now you know what namjoon asked you to do for yoongi’s birthday

you were supposed to get his birthday cake!

…

…

…hollup

the smile immediately drops from your face

YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET YOONGI’S BIRTHDAY CAKE

“oh my- oh my goD-“ your eyes practically pop out of their sockets when it finally registers that you were supposed to order a custom birthday cake for yoongi and you definitely did noT order anything for yoongi

“y/n, i asked you to do one thing-!” namjoon groans and throws his hands up into the air

“i know, i know!!!!! it’s okay, i’ll fix this!” you reassure as you rummage through your purse for your car keys “what flavour should i get??? classic birthday cake?? lemon curd??”

“lem- leMON CUR- oh my GOD i want to hurl you into the middle of a busy intersection-“ namjoon feels like he’s about to have a stroke christ almiGHTY

LEMON CURD????

yoongi’s not turning EIGHTY

“lemon curd??” your voice is turning piTchy and that’s an indicator that you are PANICKING “was that a yes for lemon cur-“

you freeze in fear when namjoon suddenly reaches forward and squiSHes your face in between his hand

“shut up and listen to the words that are about to come out of my mouth.” he says lowly and you swallow thickly before nodding

you’re not sure if you like this namjoon

“a four layer cake. alternating layers of chocolate cake and confetti cake. light blue buttercream frosting in between the layers. dark blue buttercream frosting all around. black sprinkles around the cake - not the top, just around the cake, it’s crucial that there are no sprinkles on the top. in black buttercream frosting, ‘happy birthday yoongi’ in block letters.” he almost growls and you feel like your heart is about to fall out of your ass

if anything will teach you to nevEr forget anything again it’ll be this version of namjoon

he’s like bridezilla except instead of a bride he’s a self appointed party planner

“four layers. chocolate. confetti. light blue in between. dark blue all around. black sprinkles all around, not on top. happy birthday yoongi. block letters. black letters. block black letters??” you probably look like a crazy person muttering things to yourself as you huStle back to your car

namjoon said that if you don’t get back to the party with a custom birthday cake by the time the clock strikes 9:00 he’ll kill you and you beLIEVE him

since you’re not going to be there when the party starts jimin said he’ll come up with some buLLshit excuse about you running late so that yoongi doesn’t get too suspicious about your whereabouts

he mentioned that he didn’t really want a cake this year but all of you know how much yoongi loves cake

and you love seeing him make that ‘i’m pretending i’m surprised but in reality i knew this was going to happen all along’ face

it’s so cute!!

you slam the front door shut and hurry to buckle yourself in as you type ‘custom birthday cakes near me’ on google maps

it’s fine! you’ll be fine

you wiLL definitely be able to find some bakery to put together a suPER last minute custom birthday cake

more specifically, a four layer cake with alternating layers of chocolate cake and confetti cake slathered with blue buttercream frosting and covered with sprinkles around it (not on top! just around! very important!) and also it should say ‘happy birthday yoongi!’ and the writing should be in chunky letters using black buttercream frosting

“why do bakeries close so early???” you wonder out loud as you continue to scroll through the results

literally everything is closed

if there’s one thing you’ve learned from this it’s that bakers are noT night owls

c’mon come oN

you’ll take anything at this point

you nearly scream in joy when you see that there’s one bakery that a) specialises in custom cakes and b) is still open for another thirty minutes and c) is not that far from you!!!!

according to google the place called sweet kimfecjins

oh dear god

what the heLL kind of a name is that???

whA-

and it is far from you!!!! it’s a twenty minute drive away from you!!!

under these circumstances that’s not close at aLL

you need a place that’s at the most thirty seconds away from you (you are noT kidding you really need this cake right here right now)

what other options are there

well

there’s a mcdonald’s near you

maybe you can just buy a bunch of those apple pies and use the oreo mcflurries to glue them all together to buiLD a cake

sure, it’s literally the farthest thing from what namjoon told you to get, but it’s a cake!!!!!

…okay you can’t do that to yoongi

if you were presented with an apple-pie-mcflurry nightmare as a birthday cake you would be pretty bummed out

so this means one thing

sweet kimfecjins here we come

surprisingly enough you make it to the bakery in twelve minutes time without running any red lights oR running any pedestrians over

you did honk at a couple crossing the street but you made sure to shoot them an apologetic smile

they still flipped you off but the point is you made it to the bakery with like fifteen minutes left to spare until they close up for the night

and-

“oh- oh no- nonONoOnONONO-“ your eyes are as wide as saucers as you practically slam yourself up against the glass doors right as the (presumable) owner is flipping the sign to ‘closed’ “oh, please- please, google said that you’re not closing for like another fifteen minutes, please, you haVe to help me i nEED a cake-“

namjoon is going to have your head on a stick if you don’t get this cake so you are going to have to beg like you’ve never begged before

jin sighs to himself as he watches the clock tick tock tick tock

it’s been a slow day today

he had a couple people in this afternoon but they only bought like one strawberry turnover to share in between the two of them

who shaRES one single strawberry turnover???

psychopaths, that’s who

and also he had some tourists come in and they bought a box of his carrot cake cupcakes so that was pretty good

he also managed to convince them to buy another box of red velvet cupcakes >:-) it was actually pretty easy because he just had to flirt with the two girls and they immediately were like okAY more cupcakes won’t hurt

…what???

he has to make a living!!!

yoU would do the same if you had to make money

but other than that business has been a little slow

last week he had a bachelorette party cake request and he spent five hours moulding a penis out of fondant so that was pretty exciting

they even gave him a bonus tip because they said it looked very realistic

what can he say?? his hands are magical

but now he’s bored out of his mind and honestly he wouldn’t even mind if he got another request for a penis cake

he just wants to maKE something!!!

he made a couple cakes this morning and put them in the display cases hoping to lure people in to buy them but they’ve been untouched!! so he’s just going to pack up all the leftovers of the day and deliver it to the food bank

hopefully they’ll enjoy all his delicious treats.,.., that they’re getting for free.,,.., even though he would much rather prefer getting compensated for his hard work

do you SEE how beautifully braided the puff pastry is for his apple tarts???????

since no one seems to be buying baked goods at this hour jin decided to close up a little earlier tonight

he’s going to clean up a little bit and do some prepping for tomorrow (his secret to the best chocolate chip cookies is chilling the dough overnight) and then he’s going to pack up all the leftovers and deliver them and thEn he’s finally going to go home and maybe order some dinner or something

as he flips the sign to ‘closed’, he-

“jeSUS fuCJK-“ jin jumps thirty feet in the air when someone suddenly slams up against the glass doors

goD

“oh- oh no- nonONoOnONONO- oh, please- please, google said that you’re not closing for like another fifteen minutes, please, you haVe to help me i nEED a cake-“

thank god the doors are locked because whoever you are you seem INSANE

“i’m sorry, i’m closing up for the night!” jin replies and gives you a shrug “come back tomorrow! i open at 7am sharp-“ jin immediately stops talking when he notices your eyes starting to well up with tears

oh god

he didn’t mean to make you cry!!

why are you crying????

is 7am not early enough for you??

“i- um, i mean i guess i could open at 6:30 but to be honest i might pass out while frosting your cake that early because my beauty sleep is-“

“no, you don’t understand- it’s my friend’s birthday tonight a-and we’re throwing him a surprise party and i was supposed to get the cake for him because that was the task that namjoon- he’s another one of my friends - that he assigned to me but i- well, i wrote it down on my hand but then i washed my hands and then i kinda forgot about it but that was two weeks ago and now i have to get yoongi - that’s the birthday boy - i have to get him his special cake otherwise namjoon’s going to be so upset with me and-“ your mouth is running like a motor and jin can barely keep up with this story because you keep throwing in new details and also it’s hard to hear you through the glass

something something birthday cake something surprise party something bukjoon something something

okay

you know what

you made a fair point

he iS technically still open so he’ll let you in

(and also you’re…,,. kind of cute so there’s that)

a fat tear threatens to roll down your cheek as you continue to blubber and jin holds a finger up

you immediately shut up and jin offers you a smile before opening the door “i’ll help you if you stop crying.”

you nod quickly and reach up to wipe at your drippy eyes

your nose has gone a little pink and your eyes are glossy and jin can’t help but find that even moRe endearing

“now - what did you need?” jin asks calmly as he leads you towards the front counter

“a birthday cake.” you sniffle before clearing your throat

“okay! that’s easy. a birthday cake is doable!” jin claps his hands together after he makes his way behind the counter “see? nothing to get teary-eyed over, darling!”

okay woAh

he’s not sure where the pet-name came from

it just rolled off his tongue so naturally!!!

you hiccup and your nose twitches and jin feels his heart pit-a-pat in his chest

o boy

“but i- it has to be four layers and it has to be chocolate confetti chocolate confetti and then i need blue- light blue buttercream frosting in between the layers and… and i think dark blue buttercream around- or maybe it’s dark blue in between and light blue around-“ you start to ramble again and jin’s eyes widen

chRist

this birthday cake might not be that doable after all

usually he just has to write ‘happy birthday ____!’ on top of a cake and maybe make some pretty frosting roses on top and that’s it

“how about-“ jin interrupts you agAin with a gentle smile, “how about i get you a pen and paper and you can list out all the requirements for this special cake? in the meantime, i’ll heat up a cup of my homemade strawberry milk for you and- are you a fruit person or a chocolate person?”

“chocolate?” you pull a chair out from a table and drag it over so that you’re sitting right by the front counter “i like milk chocolate.”

“lucky for you, i use milk chocolate for my chocolate mousse cake. do you like whipped cream?” jin asks as he slides a notepad and pen over to you

you nod before offering him a shy smile

okay

so far so good

your cake actually isn’t that complicated! it just has a loT of different pieces that have to be put together

and it’s a good thing jin still has some pans of cake that he baked this morning (usually he bakes the cakes in the morning and then lets them rest for the night and then he frosts them the neXt morning so that it’s ready for his customers)

unfortunately he didn’t have any confetti cake so instead he replaced it with plain vanilla cake and then in the blue frosting he threw in a whole handful of sprinkles

and the buttercream frosting is easy to make because he makes them by the buCket so all he had to do was dump food dye in it

and he knows about your time limit so he’s working as quickly as possible

he really wants to strike up a conversation with you but a) he needs to focus and b) for some reason he can’t seem to turn his usual boyish charm on with you because you seem so… delicate?

and you seem to have calmed down from earlier

you’re still working through the chocolate mousse cake and-

jin’s lips press together in a poor attempt to suppress his smile when he notices whipped cream on the corner of your mouth

you seem to be enjoying the cake which is a good thing

“this whipped cream is like, really good-“ you look over at jin (you asked for his name when he first started putting the cake together and just like that the name of his bakery suddenly made sense) ((and now that you think about it it’s actually a pretty clever name so braVo to him!!)) “what brand is it from?”

“oh, it’s- i actually make my own whipped cream, so it’s my own recipe.” jin smiles proudly and stands up a little straighter

“what do you put in here that makes it so good??” you wonder out loud as you scrape some off the top of the cake before sucking it off your pointer finger

“it’s easy, i pretty much just-“ jin suddenly stops whipping the frosting before narrowing his eyes at you playfully “actually, that’s for me to know and for you to nEver find out. how do i know you’re not from some rival bakery??”

“-if i was from a rival bakery i think i’d probably be able to make this cake on my own. instead i came to you and started crying when you said you were closed for the night.” you raise a brow before narrowing your eyes baCk at jin

“touché.” jin snorts as he starts to pipe the message on the top of the cake “so, um-“ he clears his throat and glances over at you briefly “this yoongi - he’s your boyfriend, you said?”

“yoongi?” you laugh lightly before shaking your head, “no, no way. yoongi is not my boyfriend. god, that’d be…. nO, yoongi is not my boyfriend.” you wipe your mouth with a napkin before dropping it on the plate

“right, right- and namjoon is-“

“namjoon is dEFINitely not my boyfriend- i don’t have a boyfriend, so-“ you lean back against the chair as you watch jin slowly piping out yoongi’s name

“ah, i see, i see.” jin nods in understanding

a moment of silence goes by

…he doesn’t know how to continue this conversation

when did he get so awKWARd at flirting????

maybe if he tries to sell you a box of cupcakes like he did with those tourists he’ll become charming again

“do you have a- is there, like, a mrs sweet kimfecjins-“

…and it’s just hitting him that yoU seem to be just as awkward as him when it comes to subtle flirting

“well, if you play your cards right you might just end up with that title, darling.”

your cheeks immEDiately go bright red and jin can’t help but smirk to himself

he’s still got it

“thank you so much for doing this at the last minute, you’re a literal life saver-“ you gush as you dig through your purse for your wallet

there are approximately 18 minutes left until the clock strikes niNE so if you drive as crazily as you did when getting hEre then you should make it back to the party before namjoon gets the chance to bite your head off

“oh, you know what?” jin shakes his head as he makes sure the cake is secure in the box “you can just take the cake - i feel like you’ve been through enough, so this one’s on me.”

“what?? no, i can’t do that to you! it’s such a nice cake!! i can’t just take it-“

“how about-“ jin stops you before you can get into another one of your five minute rambles (you seem to do that a lot) “how about in return for the cake, you let me take you out on a date?”

you blink owlishly at him and jin beams when he sees colour rising to the apples of your cheeks once again

“you- you want to take me out on a date?”

“the journey to becoming mrs sweet kimfecjins has to start somEwhere-“ jin jokes lightly before shaking his head “if you don’t want to, that’s totally fine, but i’m still going to give you the cake on the hous-“

“no, i want to!” you blurt out a little toO enthusiastically before clearing your throat and rEELing it way back “i mean- yeah, a date sounds nice… or whatever.”

“or whatever?” jin teases as he slides the box over to you “i wrote my cell number on the back of the receipt, so… text me, or whatever. let me know when you’re free and we can sort something out.”  

good lord

jin seems to know the way to a woman’s stomach aND her heart

‘i scrape fresh vanilla beans into the whipped cream - that’s what makes it so yummy! there’s also another ingredient but i’ll tell you what it is on our date. see you soon, darling. -your favourite very super unbelievably handsome baker, jin’

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

requested drabbles masterlist

[writingsofmyimagination]

Conjecture |11|

Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU

Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.

Links to other parts:  | 1 |  2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 

May do one more after this, we’ll see. 

Words:5049

Rating:18+

Warnings: SMUT!! (BDSMish themes, Yoongi Switch, Masturbation, Slight exhibitionism maybe) Swearing, mentions of eating issues, alcohol comsumption. General sass.

Permanent Tags: @msunnsstuff  @rosey-roseu @eyelessmin @backtonormalthings

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//

As the coffee machine was whirring away crushing away the strong beans, he remembered the way your eyes flitted when he’d said those words. It was panic. Was it panic because you didn’t feel the same? Or was it just because when he said it? Or was it both? He hated that he didn’t know.

“Are you growing the beans yourself?” He heard you call from the bedroom. The coffee had been sat ready steaming for minutes.

“Sorry baby, I just got distracted” You were sat up, sheet pulled up around you; legs almost pressed to your chest as you took the cup from him. As he stood to leave to start the shower you tugged at his hand, pining. He smiled weakly bending down to give you the kiss you wanted.

“You better not have been heading to the shower without me Min Yoongi”

“And what if I was?” he countered.

“Then I’ll have to you show why it’s better to shower with me”

“I’ll be honest then, I was heading to the shower” he confessed, smile adorning his lips as he grabbed a towel from the side.

“So I’ll see you in a minute then? He added.

“You know I’m a woman of my word” He would never get enough of the teasing smile you rewarded him so often.

//

“Sharp scratch” the nurse warned puncturing your skin with a needle. The long tubing snaking its way into a bag filled with liquid loaded with vitamins. Your reflection staring back at you as the makeup artist was puffing powder all over your face. Your manager and his assistant were stood observing the whole process. His PA was your favourite person right now. You were running on minimal sleep, no food and you felt like crap; she had amazingly managed to call out a nurse out for you last minute.

“Okay so the plan is you will be on the red carpet straight after BTS, Yoongi will hold back so the press can get photos of the people behind the collab of the year” 

Your reflection smiled at the compliment. For the show you will be sat at our section a few tables behind the boys until you get called for you performance and your presentation.

“Got it, please don’t go over the plan again”

The heated leather seats of the car contributed to soothing your pre-event nerves. The bright natural white light flashes seeped in; even through the tinted windows.

“They’re ready Miss YL/N” The driver said before leaving the wheel to hold the door open for you. You smiled in thanks as you stepped out onto the carpet with full grace. The muttering and shouting of the press increased. Probably with the excitement that Yoongi is still stood on the red carpet and they are finally going to get pictures of the two of you together. Yoongi was wide eyed staring at you, trying his best to not let his jaw collapse to the floor. 

He’d realised why you’d kept the outfit away from him. The slit of your dress teased the front of your thigh under the royal blue dress. Your thigh was decorated with a leather strap wrapping round attached to a heart shaped metal ring. The dress ruffled neatly, delving into a v at your cleavage. The middle of the dress sat tight enough to reveal your figure but you made sure it was loose enough so you had some room; there would be lots of alcohol consumed throughout the night. It was long brushing lightly against the surface of the velvet red carpet beneath your feet. Your hair was in a pony tail which was curled to perfection, your fringe quaffed round into a wave shape, pinned and secured with copious amounts of hair spray.

Your red carpet smile was on show instantly; greeting the flashes. With elegant steps you took up poses at the ‘photo spot’. For the first time in a long time you was riddled with the pinch of nerves. These would be the first proper public photos of you together and actually ‘together’. Today that ‘together’ was his hand snug to your waist. His fingers digging in gently enough to not be detected in the photo evidence.

“I know why you kept that dress away from me now” leaning his head to your ear; both your smiles refusing to falter.

“Yeah and why’s that” you replied, still staring outwards innocently at the crowd.

“Because you knew for one that I wouldn’t believe how beautiful you look” Roles reversed he was now facing forward and you was leaning in to his ear

“Did I?”

“And two you knew I’d damn well be impatient to fuck you in it” The filth through the sweeter than sweet gummy smile had you turning to face him with a bright happy smile shrouding the absolute shock you felt internally. He mirrored your smile turning to you. The perfect red carpet couple shot.  The onlookers were probably begging to see a kiss. As much as you wanted nothing more; you would not give them the satisfaction. Both of your managements would also probably not take kindly to the action. He took your hand and you moved from the spotlight to the reception of the venue.

“Jesus they went nuts” Hobi chuckled slapping an arm at Yoongi’s shoulders when you re-joined the others. The flurry of noise reverberating around the whole room

“Kpop’s hottest couple” Jin toyed.

“Alright guys, calm your tits” You laughed, your eyes clapped onto another artist from you label and waved to get their attention.

“I’ll see you guys later when you win artist of the year yeah?” Aimed at the guys

“And I’ll see you for our performance” You left him with a gentle squeeze of his hand to join your agency to finally be ushered to your seats.

//

The buzz backstage oozed chaotic energy, runners running on their last legs searching for anything anyone needed last minute. You stood in the right wing in the same outfit as the music video; sound from the stage pushing your senses to their limit with the bass. Past the energetic fire of the Monsta X performance you could see Yoongi waiting in the other wing. The static of the radio of one of the stage directors buzzed behind you.

“Y/N” you turned to the call

“Erm Yoongi says you’re going kill it” She stood silent waiting for your response.

“Erm tell him I said to stop being a dweeb”

The stage manager had a smile on her face while communicating your professional message to the other manager. Your legs felt the weakness first, energy draining from your muscles.

The cheers erupted as the performance finished, half the boys heading towards you; Wonho included. The sweat glistening off them walking past you with warm knackered smiles. Wonho had just reached you with an even warmer smile placing a clamming gentle hand on your arm when you collapsed.

Your eyesight still non-existent; a constant blackness. You were conscious; you could make out all the scuffles of shoes scurrying around you.  You recognised the panicked tone of Yoongi, it was harsher and angrier than you remember ever hearing. The words not picked up by your dazed state. You felt a rush of air beside you move as a figure left you and was replaced with another. The blackness turned to fuzziness with colour and clarity finally returned to your vision. Yoongi was staring at you with fierce concern, pupils blown. His hand was stroking your head and brushing your cheek. You’d been moved to a small dressing room and set down on a low sitting sofa. Only Yoongi and the stage manager were present; she was avoiding eye contact leaning against the door finger pressing against her ear piece muttering. The brightness of the room had you squinting as you adjusted to your vision. The desk below the illuminated mirror was littered with an array of bottles powders and god knows what other beauty products.

“5 minutes until you’re up, are we going ahead?”

“Of course not she need medic…” Yoongi snapped

“I’m fine, we’re performing!” you interjected sitting up. You were met with daggers

“We are not” wide eyes looking at you with defiant glare.

You stood almost knocking him back.

“We’re on” Evil stares shooting at Yoongi. You brushed yourself off, gulping down the glass of orange juice which had been placed beside you and walked briskly towards the door. The manager opening the door and following you out. You knew you should have eaten but you just couldn’t; you couldn’t bare the thought of any negative comments about your body. The internet was cruel.

Yoongi’s going to be furious

Eyes welling up; but you had to push them away. The look of the absolute worry was shoved on his face; he may have looked angry but you knew that wasn’t how he really felt. No words were spoken as he was escorted in a rush to the other side of the stage.

Your stage persona fit over your face as smoothly as silk. So did his. He said nothing as you rested back to back waiting for the lights to illuminate. It was awful, the comfort you’d swoon at normally when he was close felt a million miles away.

The fighting and harsh words at the start of the song were strongly meant coming from his mouth; it was the emotion of the start of the song through and through. It hurt. The disagreement in the lyrics transformed into words of reconciliation. This was where your sincere words were laced with apology rung true. The audience were stunned with the secret authenticity of the performance. You’re harmonising with his softer rap even melted Yoongi’s demeanour. The closeness of your bodies singing to each other his hand in yours, fingers locked. You’re final note you hit perfectly, diaphragm giving you all the support it needed. As the lights dimmed, you both partly breathless in your finishing position your head resting on his chest and his hand cupping the back of your neck.

You really felt like the situation had calmed. The pair of you both finding comfort through the work you both lived for. It didn’t stop you briskly walking off in the opposite direction to him, more in shame than anything against him.

You ignored the multiple vibrations on your phone as award after award was given out. In your sight you noticed his head turn to you on multiple occasions moments after you felt another vibration, he was a few tables in front of. Far enough to not have any face to face contact. You finally got the signal to go to backstage. It’s not that you didn’t want to reply you just didn’t know how to talk to about it; so you played safe and avoided it. Temporarily.

“And the artist of the year award goes to” Taking your time building the suspension, the smile reached your face before you spoke

“They’ve achieved a phenomenal amount this year…BTS” you announced with pride blooming through every inch of you. They were all humble in their approach to the stage. You bowed to them one by one, first handing the award to Namjoon. Being closer to the boys they all came in to give you a hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek. Congratulating each one in turn.

“I’m sorr…” you began

“I love you” He whispered before following the others in landing a kiss at your cheek. Your head snapped away with a huge shocked smile you couldn’t depress, unsure how to react. He just smiled as normal as anything compared to your expression.

The twitter memes are going to be priceless.

//

“God I love the after party” You sighed relieved slumping yourself onto Yoongi’s lap who was sat a table with his brothers all laughing away. There had been way too much alcohol to thankfully avoid any serious conversation that was overdue and necessary.

The after party was always a place artists and managements could truly relax; all media were not permitted. The lack of nosey eyes allowed artists to relax and be more themselves. You’d see couples that the Kpop world knew nothing about; there was even gay couples which the industry certainly wouldn’t approve of. It was the best part of the MAMA’s for sure. You certainly wouldn’t be able to be on his lap with his hand parked on your bare thigh.

“Bet you didn’t think you’d be think you’d be handing out the award to your boyfriend did ya” Jimin asked, cheeks flushed out with alcohol.

“Actually I had no doubt you’d get it, you’re smashing this industry with a sledgehammer and It couldn’t happen to a better bunch of guys”

“Thank you Y/N but please go back to being the sarcastic, high maintenance woman we know and love, you’ve had way too much to drink”

You shoved Jungkook knocking the cheek out of him. You got yourself up and made your way to the ladies room. Evil plan ready for you to execute; stepping out of your thong and scrunching it in your hand before heading back to the buzzing room, the live band filling the room with all the songs from the last few years. Side stepping and dodging through the sea of inebriated idols you finally got to your table. You resumed your position on Yoongi’s lap pushing your behind down into his lap harder than you needed too; shielding your hand shoving the underwear into his hand like it was normal as you carried on talking to Hobi about god knows what. Yoongi stole a glance as to what’s been gifted to him. His grip on your thigh tightened at the recognition. His hand slid in his pocket exchanging your underwear for his phone. You opened your phone at this vibration

-If we’re not back in our room sharpish I will not be responsible for my actions-

Another vibration.

-I need you in that dress-

You read the texts, not replying on purpose plonking your phone on the table. Yoongi’s hand that was nursing his glass grew tighter. His hand moved further up your thigh unapologetically. You grabbed it standing up removing any more temptation.

“Well I’m going to call it a night guys. I can’t deal with Jin’s dads joke anymore” you teased, Jin flipped you off in retaliation.

“I can say I agree” Yoongi agreed standing up holding your hand; Jimin noticed.

“Yeah sure, we all know why your checking out early” Jimin teased. You were too influenced by alcohol to be embarrassed.

“And what Park Jimin? I can tell you now his hips would even give yours a run for your money.

“ooooooooooo” Jungkook oooed with the others joining in. Jimin shrugged back leaning on the table defeated erupting in giggles. Yoongi shook his head concealing the chuckle funnelling through his lips practically dragging you away before you embarrassed him even more.

“I’m just going to go apologise to Wonho, I’ll meet you by the elevator”

Apparently when you passed out Wonho was the one to catch you and take you to the side room. When Yoongi had rushed in you were conscious again but only just; you were still unresponsive. Yoongi had asked immediately what was wrong and what happened. Wonho knowing you and exactly what it probably was responded ‘She’s fine, she just wouldn’t have eaten’ to which Yoongi snapped back ‘Well that’s not exactly fine is it, get out!’ You remembered hearing a harsh tone which you now know belonged to Yoongi.

//

“You did not compare my hip movements to Jimin’s”

“It… it just came out, I’m sorry” You laughed stepping into the elevator. Giggles carrying on as you leant against the back on the mirror.

“You definitely will be” Flushing his body against yours as the doors dinged shut.

“What? You going to get those hips working?” you teased smirking at each other before he punished you with a hot kiss. You pulled at his shirt needing every part of him as close to you as humanly possible. The heat that flooded every inch you when he was flush against you.

“Aren’t we going to talk about earlier?” His forehead leaning on yours, hands cradling yours.

“Leave that until tomorrow plleeaaasseee” you whined.

“I promise we’ll talk about it, I just need you first” you added.

“Well I better make you sure don’t have the energy to get out of bed for a while then”

//

You dragged him into you by his tie pressing you against the desk in the hotel room. His lips showering yours with attention, his hands preoccupied smoothly gliding up the outside of both of your thighs dragging it over your behind.

“You smell and look sooo good” Inhaling at your neck, the exhale heating your skin already flushed with heat; result of the alcohol and the need for him. His fingertips now up the inside of your thigh. The anticipation had you gripping harder your already balled fist entangling the chest of his white shirt. His jacket already shed on the floor. You hand gripped his wrist.

“Uh uh” you teased

“Not yet” His eyes rolled, bottom lip pushed out.

“Don’t pout” you scolded. You pushed him giving yourself room to escape to grab a chair round the oak wood table and placed it facing the bed. He waited obediently for you to fetch him by his tie; shoving him into the chair stepping yourself over one of his thighs. You began fiddling his tie un-done; his eyes following your movements with a diligent gaze, hoping to get a glimpse of where you were going.

“Hands behind your back” Eye flashing excited gazing up at you. You tightened the tie at his wrists.

“I’ve happily imagined having you tied up to a chair since you released Agust D” you confessed. His head shot up contorted with a raised eyebrow

“I can think you’re an asshole and still want to fuck you” justifying yourself. He smirked with approval.

“You know when I’ve had a drink my patience and control over myself sucks, please tell what you’re planning, I’m already desperate …”

“Well this will be frustrating for you then” straddling one of his thighs teasing each and every one of his button undone. Giving you access to the milky skin beneath. Nails scratching down his torso; faint red trails down his stomach.

“You really are a tease you know that”

“Would you want me any other way?”

He responded with silence.

“Thought so, you’re going to watch me get myself off” His head shot straight to your direction as you sat on the edge of the bed crossing your legs.

“Wh…”

“But you’re going to tell me how to do it” you interjected as you stood

“Dress on or off” already clasping at the zip.

“On” your eyebrow cocked in response.

“If anyone’s going to strip that dress off you it’s going to be me” You shrugged your shoulders loosely and slid yourself on the bed, holding his gaze tightly with yours.

“Shall I start here” placing your hand on the inside of your thigh

“Mmmhmm go slowly higher” you did. Depending on how desperate he was will influence how much he will tease and torture you. Generally when he’s tipsy he’ll torture you until you’re near enough crying with desperation for any contact which he normally denies you; when he’s past tipsy he’s impatient. It’s a dangerous line you love to walk.

“Tell me how wet you are for me”

So he’s way past tipsy

His eyes were raging with nothing but fire yet the way he was fidgeting told you he was struggling. And you hadn’t even done anything yet.

“How desperate are you to know?” Teasing yourself, you were so wet; and he’d hardly done anything as well as you.

“Please baby” he whined

“I need to know”

He was right

“Wet enough for you to come and fuck me right now” your words dousing the fire in his eyes with petrol

He was not expecting that.

You ran your fingers slowly through your arousal, not patient enough to have no contact but patient enough to go slow until he’d finished picking his jaw up from the floor.

“Go in slow circles baby, I love watching you get impatient”

He kept you doing slow circles for far too long. The asshole always did it, seeing you slowly build, craving anything harder and faster; he thrived on it. You’d curse and whine but when the orgasm ripped through you, all that slow build released in an instant always had you thanking him.

He said nothing; eyes fixated on only you. You’d fully laid on the bed doing as he asked.

“Yoongi” you whined, the fabric of your dress becoming uncomfortable at your heating skin.

“Mmmhmm” he replied

“Please give me more” You didn’t need more, the spring at your centre was already tightening; you  wanted nothing more.

He ignored your request and remained silent. Eyes taking everything in; how your back was arching off the bed, how your whines became longer and more breathless. He let you carry on until your legs began to quiver

“Stop!” You did but more out of surprise than actual obedience.

“I’m not giving you that baby, you know that’s mine”

           You’d never tell him but you loved how selfish he’d become; every orgasm he wanted to steal from you. He wanted each one to be caused by him. It killed him to go away and you made damn sure you teased him and drove him crazy when he was; he made damn sure he got you back when you were home.

“You’re cruel!” you panted in defeat hauling yourself off the bed. You straddled his waist the bulge in his trousers pressing against your throbbing core and rocked a few times; stealing a soft moan past your lips.

“And you’re not? He countered.

Fair point

“Tell me why I should untie you?” sucking in your bottom lip

“Because you love it when I fuck you so hard that you scream my name and I can’t do that if I’m tied to a chair can I and I’ve been good for you”

He was not wrong and he knew it.

Kissing him you went behind him and pulled at the knot releasing him. You slid the shirt of his shoulders. He left and made his way to the balcony door unclicking the lock.

What the fuck, now is not the time to get some air

“You coming?” his expression gave nothing away, looking as calm and stoic as he does when resting.

In a huff you crossed your arms pouting

“I thought you were going to fuck me? You’re making me regret untying you”

“I am…on the balcony, so get yourself out here before I drag you out” You stood their blank, your body preparing for the adrenaline you felt start to heat up. You took a few seconds of pondering the consequences of getting caught, before your body took over and went out putting its needs above your better judgement. The sea of still orange hued lights mingled with the specs of headlights moving slowly through the streets.

If you wasn’t so desperate you’d have felt the chill of the breeze lazily swaying in the air. The second your foot hit the cold stone floor you were dragged and pushed hard against the rails, his frustration apparent. Nails biting harder through your dress; hands running up the slit of your dress less than delicately. The tips of your hands tugging at the base of his hair at his neck keeping his lips harsh against yours.

“You’re so wet for me, and you didn’t let me have it” He purred into you.

“It’s all yours now” you dragged his hand through how much you needed him. Your sigh was captured in his mouth, he pressed himself against your body harder pleased with the result.

“You’re just so impatient” you teased. His hand switching and taking control of yours and near enough threw you round pressing your stomach firmly against the cold barrier; hands automatically bracing round the bar as he shoved your dress up and over your ass.

“What if someone see’s, our neighbours have balconies to you know” your voice pitching higher at the end when his hand came down harsh; stinging your behind. Part of you was too far gone to care who saw, but your rational side knew it would be an absolute media shit storm.

“They’ll only see if we take too long, and there’s no way that’s happening baby” his belt brushed against your behind unhooked and undone as he relieved himself from his trousers.

“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m ready Min Yoongi” you warned needing everything from him right now.

“Done” he obliged pulling your hips backs; perfect angle for him to thrust into you.

“You feel so fucking sweet” he panted through a heavy breath.

“Shut up and just make me cum already” you commanded, pushing back into him. You were met with a violent tug your neck was strained, hair pulled back.

“Now who’s impatient” You wordlessly responded clenching around him. His head knocked into the top of your shoulders; faltering.

“God you’re going to end me one of these days” he gurgled at your neck. Time was a non-existent factor, neither of you needed long, the anger, the passion, the alcohol saw to that.

“Tell me your close, cum for me” he panted; knowing he was not going to be able to keep going for much longer.

“Ask me again” you whined, releasing your hand from the rails and ran them up to your clit. His hips starting to buck unevenly.

“Please fucking cum for me, I want to feel you shake around me as you cum…undone” he stuttered.

You were done, crying out expletives into the brisk night whining his name.

“Jesu…”

You were both done. Adrenaline pouring out you. You’d just let one of the biggest hip hop idols fuck you on the balcony of your hotel; and you didn’t get caught.

“I take it we’ve made up fully now” you enquired in a half chuckle.

“I could never stay mad at you. I just want you to be happy, with me and within yourself. Promise me we’ll work on this”

The pair of you looked less like animals and more of a couple enjoying the ethereal skyline together. You were in his arms, gazing into his blown out eyes. Both of your chests slowing down bit by bit.

“I love it when you’re soppy; if only army knew just how much” you toyed. He nudged you from the side.

“I promise I’ll try, be patient with me” finally accepting now you was in the unit with him you needed to sort your shit out.

“Well never stop being a complete closet softie and fucking me like that and we’ll be fine” quickly coating over the seriousness with cheek and humour. Your star move.

“I better start making sure I leave my studio a bit earlier then, can’t have you going without  what your incredible ass deserves can I” he tucked your hair behind your ear, resting his forehead against yours.

“Well if I knew all it took for you to say that was me slipping some underwear to you in public I would have done it sooner. You pushed your hands against his chest. Your body fully drained of adrenaline; the pinch of the freeing air was beginning to feel harsh against your skin. He shot you a defeated smirk as you walked past heading in to the warmth of the room.

“I’m going to replace this dress with fluffy pyjama’s seeing as you can’t resist me in it”

He Followed your footsteps into the warmth.

“Baby I can’t resist you in anything, especially! your pink unicorn pyjamas”

“If your hinting for round two you can forget it, I’m exhausted” His hand pinched at your zip unlatching the metal teeth with the other hand edging round your hip.

“I thought that was a pretty good try for me” You Slipped out of the snug dress, it pooling at the floor round your ankles.  You unhooked your bra and quickly snuggled yourself in your fluffy top. A mocking wolf whistle left his lips. The daggers you shot him were broken down by your lips which couldn’t do anything but find his sarcasm amusing.

“Fuck you Yoongi” you sniped. Your bag thudding on the floor. Knowing the fake seriousness was non-existed in your pyjama top and nothing else

“Yeah?” He closed the space between you with rapid predator steps. The lack of time stole you your chance to defend yourself. You squealed as you were shoved onto the bed hands pinned above your head.

“I know you’re tired you so I just want you to lay back and let me take care of you, I do promise you’ll be even more tired after you’ve had me between your legs. I just want to hear you whine for me once more” Your eye’s shone brightly absorbing the sparkle that danced in his.

“God I love you” you breathed. His hand trickling over your chest under your top blossoming the goosebumps in a trail of where his hands had been

“But if you don’t hold me all god damn night after this I’ll…” He cut you off, the kiss was hot, hard but full of need and want with a undertone of softness he’d reserved only for you.

“If you take this off I will” He tugged at your jumper lifting it up giving him access to clamp his lips over one of your buds.

“I thought you couldn’t resist me in it?” You teased, his kisses going lower.

“Your skin against mine though feels much better”

“Fine! Now are you going to make me victim of your tongue technology or not”

“You know damn well I will”

[bby-namjoon]

Boyfriend!Yoongi: It’s the little things that matter most.

{One-shot AU: where he takes you on a date after being busy with work}

“I never get to take you out anymore,” Yoongi spoke up from his studio desk as he swivelled in his chair to face you.

“Because you’ve been busy working, it’s not your fault” you shrugged, “I still get to see you.”

He shook his head, “yeah, but you coming to sit and watch me edit is hardly romantic is it?”

“I still enjoy it, I just like spending time with you, Yoongi.” you smiled, getting up from your space on the sofa to sit on his lap. “Why did you mention it? Does it bother you that you don’t?” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer before responding. 

“Yeah..I just feel like I’ve been putting in so much effort at work that I’ve ended up slacking off with you and our relationship..I feel bad.”

“No, don’t feel like that! I genuinely understand that you’re busy, Yoongi. I want you to be successful, so if right now that means we can’t go on romantic dates, then I can deal with that.”

He was silent for a moment, looking down in thought as your hand fixed the hair that laid on his forehead. “Thank you for caring so much about me and what I do. I really do love you and I promise I’ll take you out as soon as I can to make it all up to you.”

“I love you too and I look forward to being wined and dined, baby” you grinned and he chuckled, leaning in and pressing a much welcomed kiss to your lips.

About 2 weeks had passed by since the date conversation with Yoongi so when he called for you to meet him at his studio, it seemed like just another regular occurrence. You got out of the cab and walked to the front of the building, wondering if Yoongi had eaten yet and whether you both could order some food, most likely from your usual restaurant that supplied you snacks during those long nights of being sat up with Yoongi while he worked.

You went straight to the elevator and pressed ‘12’ causing it to zoom you straight up to your boyfriends floor. When you finally got to his door you pushed it open and couldn’t believe your eyes, Yoongi was sat holding a giant bouquet of Y/Fav/Flower and the biggest gummy smile came onto his face when he saw your eyes light up. He got to his feet and walked across the room to you, handing you the bouquet.

“Hey jagi” he greeted, barely able to properly annunciate his words past the smile that still graced his face.

You accepted the flowers and leant up a little to kiss him, his lips meeting yours in the middle and he pulled you closer to his body. “Thank you, I love them” you smiled, looking down at the flowers and breathing in their smell. “What’s the occasion?”

“I’m glad you like them, and there isn’t an occasion, I just wanted to be romantic.”

“Well, you succeeded.” You smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips.

“The night isn’t over yet!”

“Really? What are we doing?”

“I’m taking you out for dinner and I have something else planned for after,”

“No way! I’m so hungry too, this is perfect timing” you laughed and he grabbed his coat.

“We better get going then!”

You left your flowers in a vase in his studio and you both left hand in hand to your next location. “Where are we going?” You asked as you stepped out into the cool night air, your body instinctively moving even closer to Yoongi’s side as you walked down the pavement.

“Well..I wanted to make this evening an evening of your favourites. So I thought we could actually go and dine in at that place we always order from? I know you love their pasta.”

“Oh my goodness, when I was coming to meet you I was literally thinking about that place!”

“See! I know you so well!”

When you arrived at the restaurant you were sat in a booth and you both ordered exactly what you always would. Yoongi kept holding your hand, feeding you off of his plate, and just making you feel so good and happy. After finishing pasta, chicken, steak, and various side dishes, Yoongi picked up the bill and paid, escorting you out.

“Did you enjoy that?”

You nodded, “it was so good, I don’t know how we’d never actually sat in there before? It’s so nice.”

“It really was, we’ll have to do it again, no more just ordering to the studio.”

“Agreed,” you smiled, lacing your fingers with his. “Where to next, babe?”

“Well, I thought maybe we could walk alongside the river and then head back to my place?”

You nodded, following Yoongi and his plan with a skip in your step. You walked alongside the Han river, talking about how you’d been lately, and sharing opinions on the show you’d been watching together. You felt at ease.

Time flew by and before you knew it you’d been walking up and down for a good 45 minutes and it had definitely gotten much colder as the night pushed on. Yoongi pulled you against his body and wrapped his coat around you both as you stood waiting for your taxi to appear, the familiar smell of Yoongi’s cologne filling your senses as you relaxed into his warm presence.

Soon enough, the car arrived and you both got in, driving to Yoongi’s apartment. When you pulled up he paid the driver and you both walked inside the front doors, taking the lift up to his floor. As soon as you got into his apartment it felt warm and comforting, just like him, making you want to do nothing but cuddle on the sofa for the rest of the night.

“Oh no, my flowers are still at your studio!”

“That’s okay,” he smiled, leading you into the living room. “I’ll bring them over tomorrow”

“Thank you, baby”

You pressed a kiss to his lips as he sat you down on the sofa and he kissed you once again on the forehead before saying he’d be back in a moment. You wrapped yourself up in a blanket on his couch and put the TV on, waiting for him to return.

When he walked back into the room he had his hands hidden behind his back and you raised an eyebrow at him, a smile creeping onto your face as you saw his gummy grin for what felt like the 100th time that evening, and you definitely wasn’t complaining.

“What are you hiding?”

With that question he sat down beside you and brought his hands out to the front, presenting you with a box of your favourite chocolates and a square jewellery box.

“Your favourite film is also loaded up on the TV for us to watch”

“Yoongiiiii!” You was in disbelief at his sweetness, “you’re so cute! I love you so much!”

His smile had somehow grown even bigger than before when he saw your reaction, he put the chocolates down and opened the jewellery box for you, presenting you with a necklace.

“I love you too and when I saw this I just thought of you. I got it engraved, see?”

The necklace had a small heart pendant on it and on the back was yours and his initials engraved with a heart symbol alongside them.

“I love it, it’s so cute!” You felt almost emotional over how much thought he’d put into this evening, even if it wasn’t anything big and crazy, it meant so much to you. It really was the little things that mattered the most in life. “Could you help me put it on?”

“Of course, Jagi. Turn around,”

You did as he said and lifted your hair out of his way, feeling him lay the pendant against your chest and do up the clasp at the nape of your neck. He pressed some kisses to the curve at the crook and you sighed at the feeling, turning in your place and catching his lips with yours.

“Thank you for a lovely evening and for the gifts. I really, really, really do love you, with or without the meals and chocolate and jewellery-”

“Don’t forget the flowers!” He interrupted and you laughed,

“And the flowers! I just love you and think you’re the cutest person I know, even if you put on a tough sleepy boy act for the rest of the world” you giggled, pinching his cheek. “Thank you, again.”

“Yah!” He laughed as you pulled on his cheek, trying to wiggle his face out of your grip. “It’s not all an act! I am a tough, sleepy boy!” He insisted, making you laugh even more. The sound of him making you happy just made him not want the moment to end, he felt good, he no longer felt the guilt that he had done before. “I really, really, really do love you too, Y/N, and I hope we can have many more evenings like this because I feel like I’ve actually been a real boyfriend tonight instead of a workaholic that you just spend long nights with in the studio..Seeing you happy just makes me happy, honestly.”

“And seeing you happy makes me happy! You’re such a sweetheart, Min Yoongi.”

“Only for you.”

And with that you both spent the rest of the night curled up on the sofa together with a film on the tv, and a box of chocolates in your lap, feeling nothing but love and contentment.

Like you’d said before; it really was the little things that mattered most.

[flakandforay]

화양연화 HYYH The Notes: F Version

Seokjin 30 August YEAR 22

She seemed flustered when she thought she lost her diary. Her favourite movie, her favourite place to go, her favorite flowers to even her dreams appear on every future page being turned. It was something that I had done for her. The words ‘Sorry’ didn’t come out easily. The red diary laid between us at the intersection.

I wanted to give her happiness. I wanted to make her laugh. I wanted to be someone she would like. I thought that if I followed the words in the diary, I would be that person. But that wasn’t the case. I became more scared when I became someone else. I really don’t want to be caught (for being me). I don’t want disappointment to follow afterwards. Desperately, I turned my head away to hide myself. But just as one cannot put a full stop to a sentence without subject, the me who could not improve himself and continued to wander in the same place.

Now, I know. The me who lacks, makes mistakes and fails is all part of me afterall. No matter how cruel or how merciless things are, by being true to myself would I, only be able to move forward. I stood up from my position and she didn’t try to grab me.

I walked out to the street and removed my hat. As I run my fingers through my hair, all the time spent trying to be someone else slipped through my fingers. I lifted my head and saw my reflection in the mirror. A frail face, pale lips and thin shoulders. I looked unkempt. I laughed. The me in the mirror laughed too.

11 April YEAR 22

The moment I closed my eyes, it was the 4thApril yet again. I opened the curtain with the glaring sunlight entering the room. When I raised my body, I was overwhelmed and closed my eyes. My surroundings changed to one that was of a reddish image and I saw Taehyung’s appearance. He was standing alone at the top of the observation platform at the beach. That happened on 22 May. It was the past and the future, something that already happened in the past but could still happen in the future. It was at that moment I thought everything was resolved.

I saw Taehyung climbing up the ladder as the sun began to set. The sky was still blue but gradually it began to have a red colour seeping in. When I lifted my head, I saw Taehyung climbing the ladder. When he reached the top, he looked down at us for a moment. Afterwards, he jumped. Just like a bird, like he had wings. Then for one moment, it seemed as if he stopped in the air, just like that the mirror cracked, the wind blew the curtains open and my senses came back.

And just like that, I opened my eyes and it was the 4th April again.

Yoongi 29 July YEAR 22

What was the reason that the melody kept coming to me after I lost the person who practiced with me and played the guitar? Laying buried on the couch, I stared at the piano that was a distance away. After being expelled from school, I threw away my mother’s piano key. It was the only thing that I had taken from the ruins of the burned building, it was half burned and I threw it out of the apartment window. I thought that would end it. I told myself again the promise that I would never touch a piano ever again.

Early in the morning, I took the stairs because I couldn’t wait for the elevator. I thought I had fallen asleep quickly but the sun was already rising. Suddenly, memories of last night came back to me. There was nothing in the flowerbed outside the window. The security guard told me that the garbage truck had come not too long ago. That was how I lost my mother’s piano key.

Even after that, I gave up on music countlessly. Now I won’t. I won’t come back, music is nothing, yet as I tried to run away, I knew. I knew that I would start music again, the same way as I stumbled down the stairs. Music was that kind of subject to me. In music, I was just as free as I was suffering, confused but also lucid, fear and confidence, hope and despair, as if I was living inside all those conflicting emotions.

Suddenly, I wanted to play the piano. Inside it, I wanted to meet me who only pretended to be strong, even though in reality, I was fearful and a coward. I wanted to pour out curses and sarcasm, give wounds and hit and destroy and pull and cry. And I didn’t want to run away. I wanted to complete the melody that was made by the guitar and piano. This time, it seemed like I could.

11 April YEAR 22

I kept on walking, though I had a sense that Jungkook was following from a distance. As the train tracks stretched out, containers continued to appear. It’s the 4thcontainer from the back. Hoseok said he had plans to meet with Namjoon and Taehyung, and told me to come too. I told him I would come, but I didn’t really intend to go. I hated getting involved with others and Hoseok knew that. He probably didn’t have any thoughts of me turning up.

When I opened the door, I could see Hoseok’s surprised face. Then he discovered Jungkook and approached him with mixed emotions. I passed by both of them and headed to the container. “How long has it been?” I could hear the sounds of Hoseok trying to pull Jungkook and Jungkook being embarrassed.

I could hear Namjoon bringing Taehyung in. Taehyung’s shirt was torn on one side. When we asked what happened, Namjoon pretended to rap his knuckles against Taehyung. “This brat was late because he was arrested by the police for doing graffiti and I had to go pick him up.” Taehyung made an exaggerated apologetic face and talked animatedly how his shirt was torn when he ran away from the police.

I sat in the corner and watched them. Namjoon gave Taehyung a shirt to change into, Hoseok pulled out hamburgers and drinks. Jungkook being in the middle but was unsure of what to do or where to go. Looking back in high school, this was how it was. In the hideout classroom, Namjoon would give Taehyung a talk, Hoseok would move around noisily while Jungkook would hover, not knowing where to go.

How long has it been since we have gathered. I don’t remember it well. How are Seokjin Hyung and Jimin? A thought unlike of mine came to me. This was a place I had come for the first time, but my heart is already at ease.

Namjoon 20 July YEAR 22

I skimmed across the magazine advertisements and lifted my head. There were so many different faces of those who sat at the corner table the last few days across me. A thick book, large bag and a white paper cup alike but it still wasn’t her. Again, I went back to skimming the magazines. I had been looking at the same page for more than an hour. Because of the repetitive thoughts, my eyes couldn’t pick up the letters at all. I asked myself why am I sitting here. No answer came to me. Amongst those who were engrossed in something, I was lethargically looking through a magazine. I felt impatient for something to start. This isn’t how it is meant to be.

I returned the magazine and continued to walk across the bookshelves The books were in rows on bookshelves taller than I was. From the open window, a breeze blew, the smell of books wafting and the dust hovering. I thought about my high school years again. My friends and I, together, in that hideout classroom. At that time, it smelled the same. Had the ‘Current Me’ grow from the “Then Me’? I couldn’t be sure of it. Regardless, it could be that everything of me had stopped at that time since back then. I moved to the opposite bookshelf. I picked up a book I used to study back then. I had to start again. From everything I had given up, one at a time.

11 April YEAR 22

I finished with the gas and went in. But something brushed against my face and fell. Surprised, I took a step backwards to look at it. At the bottom of my feet was a crumpled bill. Out of reflex, I bent down to pick it up. The people in the car burst into laughter. I stopped for a moment. Seokjin Hyung was watching me from a distance. I couldn’t lift my head up. What do you do if you make eye contact with people who ride in expensive cars but put down and ridicule others? You have to face them. If you think what they’re doing is unjust, you have to face them. It’s not a matter of bravery, or pride or equality but it is something that needs to be done.

However, this was a gas station and I’m a part time-worker. If a customer threw trash, I had to clean it up. And if they cursed, I had to listen. And if they threw a bill on the floor, I had to pick it up. My body shook with humiliation. I clenched my fists. My fingernails dug into my skin.

At that moment, someone’s hand picked up the bill. The people in the car muttered and left as if the fun in it was gone. Even after they left, I couldn’t lift my head up. I lacked the confidence to look into Seokjin Hyung’s eyes. It wasn’t as though Hyung didn’t know about my cowardliness, my poverty and my circumstances. I didn’t want to show him this explicitly. Hyung stood at the end of my gaze and didn’t move. Neither did he approach me or did he speak.

Hoseok 13 August YEAR 22

Jimin and the kid was standing in the middle of the practice room. The 5-second wait after the beginning pose always seemed long. As soon as the music flowed from the speaker, the two of them started the first move. It was the choreography that I had practiced with the kid not too long ago. I sat on the floor of the room and monitored.

When I first found out that I couldn’t dance for the time being, because of my ankle, it had been really difficult. It was suffocating that I could only watch others dance. But as I helped Jimin practice and watched him grow, a realization dawned on me. The fact that I cant dance by myself wasn’t a big problem and that I could be happy by continuing with dance in other ways.

When I practice with Jimin, I didn’t let even the smallest mistake go by. Jimin sometimes subtly missed the timing or made movements that are smaller than what I expect. At those times, I stopped the music and scrutinized each move, one by one. But when I sat on the floor, as some kind o audience, and watched from here, Jimin’s dance looked different. I saw something bigger than just his small one-by-one movements. Things that I initially thought and dismissed of as mistakes when we practice together dawned on me differently. Such trivial mistakes and imperfections instead came together to give off a unique feeling. Of course, it would be different than mine, but Jimin had his own timing and own expressions. Jimin’s dance was bright and touches the heart just the way it was.

The music ended. Jimin’s dance ended as well. I saw that his face was shining with excitement and joy. The kid was standing next to him. The kid would be going overseas soon. Suddenly, we locked eyes. I gave a thumbs-up and the kid gave a big smile. It was strange. The kid didn’t look a thing like my mother. I can’t even remember my own mother’s face, so why did I think they looked similar? Suddenly, something in my heart ached. My to-be healed ankle twitched.

2 March YEAR 22

I liked being among people. When I left the orphanage, I worked part time at a fast food restaurant, having a knack of making others smile while I work. I liked that kind of work. Actually, in my life, there were very few reasons for me to laugh or to be cheerful. It’s clear that I’ve seen more bad people than the good ones. Maybe that’s the reason why I liked the job. If I smiled brightly, spoke loudly and reacted cheerfully, I could pretend, even to myself, that I felt that way, even if it was deliberately done by me. My mood improved when I laughed loudly, and when I treated people kindly, I became a kind person. Yet, there were hard days as well. After cleaning the store and going back home, even taking a step was difficult. There days filled with fussy customers too. But even so, it was easier to hold it in because of my friends back then, as compared to now.

Sometimes I thought of my friends when I look at the store packed with customers. Seokjin Hyung who transferred schools without saying anything, Namjoon, who disappeared one morning, Yoongi Hyung who was expelled and won’t pick up my calls, Taehyung, who knows, where or what kind of accident is he possibly in now, and Jimin, who never returned to school and the last time I saw him was at the emergency room. I had seen Jungkook wearing the school uniform a few times through the window, but he never visited the store. I wondered if all those times have passed by now.

Hearing the sound of a customer, I gave a loud greeting. I looked towards the door with a bright and healthy smile.

Jimin 28 July YEAR 22

Today, I am left alone in the practice room. It was past twelve and the trains would have stopped running. Actually, I was waiting for the trains to stop running. That way, I could be left completely alone in the practice room. When we practiced together, my eyes were only focused on the areas where I lacked. That’s why I was restless, I was afraid. Yet, no matter what, I wanted to do it. So I stayed by myself every night.

As my days were spent like this, interestingly, the fear in my heart disappeared. Only the truth of dancing being fun remained. For a long time, I believed that the small, weak and powerless me was real. When I danced, I ended up thinking of my weight of my body or the length of my arms, speed or strength that I could make. When I danced, I didn’t feel small or weak. My skills improved greatly as much as I have practiced. The movements that had been stuttering at first were now being connected. I have grown. Even if the growth was as a fingernail, but I was still growing. I became aware that I was in reality, a talkative person. I knew that. When I danced, I was able to speak whatever I couldn’t say or hadn’t said. When I started to dance, for the first tine, I started to like myself.

16 May YEAR 22

Hoseok Hyung’s house was actually quite high. A rooftop room of a deadlocked house at the end of a narrow, winding alley, some distance from a long street; that was Hyung’s house. When I entered the house, which was just one room, Hyung bragged that it was the top floor in the whole city; from which all the places that we have grown up from could be seen, laid down below our feet. Hyung said that there is so many things to see from this rooftop room. The nearby train station could be seen, and along the train tracks, the containers were also visible, Namjoon Hyung was living in one of those. If I look a little more, the school that we all attend would appear.

After finding the school, I lifted my head and looked at the other side of the city. At the foot of the mountain, there were some large apartment buildings. Right there, that’s my house, no, that’s my parent’s house. I didn’t tell anyone that I ran away from the hospital. If I did, they would have called my parents. Right now, maybe, I don’t know, they might be looking for me. I don’t have the confidence to see them face-to-face. Though I came out of the hospital, there is no way that I’m going home. Even as such, I have no desire to go back to the hospital. But I had nowhere to go and had no money. I stood hesitantly, before Hyung told me to follow him, leading the way, and how we arrived at this place – his house.

My eyes looked back to the apartment houses again. I didn’t want to meet my parents or go back to the hospital even though eventually I had to. I took a deep breath in. It seemed like a thought alone could cause a seizure. Truthfully, I didn’t trust myself enough to endure any other place other than the hospital. I could be rushed to the hospital again. I was so afraid, I couldn’t stand it.

Taehyung 11 August YEAR 22

As I turned around, I discovered some words underneath the ‘X’. It was a short sentence scratched onto the wall, saying ‘It wasn’t my fault.”. It was that kid. I didn’t see her, nor did I know her handwriting but somehow I knew. It looked her last greeting. Saying that her leaving wasn’t because of me. That the things that made her ‘fall’ was not because I was a bad person. It seemed like it was telling me not to blame myself or to be hung up on it, but instead to have courage.

When I finally got back to my senses, I was in front of my house. From the outside the door, I could hear Noona’s scream. I flung it open and entered. A familiar scene was laid out. I blocked my father. I grabbed his arm and look right at his face. Initially, he seemed to be shocked, but then he swing his fist. This is not the first time that I was knocked out. Noona’s crying became louder. My chin hurt.  The smell of dusty metal came from my own mouth. Yet, I didn’t give up. I grabbed my father’s waist. He gave off an angry scream. He mercilessly hit my back and shoulders but all the more I held on to him even tighter.

It wasn’t that it didn’t hurt. It wasn’t that I wasn’t scared. But if I let go, the same daily cycle would repeat. I wanted it to be different. I wanted to change it.

No. I’m different from my father. I’m going to protect our family.

29 March YEAR 22

The gas station owner spat on the ground as he left. I laid down on the ground in the same position that I had crouched in. I was drawing at the back of the wall of the gas station, only to be caught by the owner, who beat me and angrily asked what I was doing, drawing on somebody else’s wall. I rolled around the floor. Getting hit was something that I was familiar and at the same time, unfamiliar with.

I started graffiti not too long ago. I took a spray can that someone threw away and started drawing on the wall. It was yellow colour. I sprayed it whatever I wanted and then looked up at it. I looked at the distinct yellow colour paint on the grey paint, then picked up another spray can. For a long time, I sprayed unknowingly on the wall. Only when the spray cans were all empty did my hands stop. I threw the can away and stepped back. My breath came as though I had been running with all my might.

I didn’t know what the colours on the wall meant. I didn’t know what I had done or why had I done it. But I had done it. I would assume that what I expressed were my feelings. I spewed out my heart onto the wall. Initially, I thought it was ugly. I thought it was something dirty. Something idiotic, useless and pitiful. I didn’t like it. I rubbed some of the wet paint with my hand. I wanted to erase it all. Yet, instead of erasing it, I ended up mixing and blending the colours and moulded different shapes. I sat against the wall. It wasn’t a matter of whether or not I liked it. It wasn’t a matter of whether it was beautiful or not. It was just me.

When I stood up, I coughed. I spat blood onto my hand. Then I saw someone’s hand picking up the spray can. I followed the hand up until I saw a face. I saw Namjoon Hyung’s face. I laughed. I thought I was seeing a ghost. Hyung reached out a hand. I simply looked up at him. Hyung took my hand and pulled me up. His hand was warm.

Jungkook 11 August YEAR 22

When I looked back, the hospital is really far away. I could no longer see the bench where I had left the wildflowers, neither could I see the window through wish I watched the river with the kid. As I reflected, that kid was a space for me to breathe in this stuffy hospital life. As we set on the hospital bench in the late afternoon talking about this and that, the sun had set. I told her about playing in the hideout classroom, going on a vacation to the beach and walking all the way up till the train station. She told me about all of the corners in the hospital , which window that you can see the river from, which staircase you could use to secretly climb up to the roof. There was nothing she didn’t know about the hospital.

Her hospital room was empty. Had she been discharged, or moved to another hospital? I asked the nurses. But none of them could tell me. For some reason, a corner of my heart felt empty. I turned around and just kept walking. From a distance, I could see the school. It seemed like most of the things I talked to her about was involved the Hyungs, and almost every single story started with them. To me, when I was alone, the Hyungs became my friends and family and teachers. My story was within their stories, and I only existed inside a relationship with them.

Yet, at some point, I started to think as such. That there may be a day where they would no longer be at my side. I might go looking for them to find out they’re gone, without any reason. Or maybe something even more could happen, I didn’t know.

I thought of that night. When the huge moon rose in the sky, the world turned upside-down, the headlamps I saw from an inverted view, the shape of the car that passed by me and eventually disappeared. The sound of the engine, which was familiar to me for some reason. I didn’t want to jump into conclusions. But even so, I just kept thinking of that moment.

28 May YEAR 19

“Hyungs, what are your dreams?” At my words, the Hyungs turned around. “It’s because I have to write a paper on future hopes.” I added. But Seokjin Hyung opened his mouth and said, “Hmm, I don’t know, I don’t think I have a dream. If I have something to hope for, it’s just wanting to be a good person?” Hyung cut himself off, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Then Yoongi Hyung who was stretched out on the piano bench said in a lingering tone, “It’s okay to not have a dream. I don’t have one. I’ll just be whatever.” At Yoongi’s-like words, everyone burst out laughing.

“I’m going to be a superhero, to save the world from bad guys.” Taehyung Hyung stood up on a chair and posed, stretching his arms up to the sky, Hoseok Hyung told him off saying that he would get hurt if he played that way. Then Hoseok mentioned, “I want to go to find my mom and live happily. Being happy is my dream.” Hyung smiled happily as he spoke. “Then, are you unhappy now?” Jimin Hyung was the one who asked him. Hoseok Hyung gave a worried expression and asked “Is that how it is?” Then Hoseok Hyung asked Jimin Hyung, “What is your dream?” “Me?” Jimin asked, blinking and flustered. He said, “When I was in preschool, I wanted to be the president but I don’t know what I wanted to be after that.”

Now only Namjoon Hyung was left. Perhaps feeling everyone’s gazes on him, Hyung shrugged and opened his mouth. “I wanted to say something nice but I don’t really have a dream. I just wished my part-time job paid more.” I nodded and looked down at my paper. The paper on hopes for the future was divided into spaces for the “student” and “parent”. What do I want to become? I couldn’t think of anything to write.

trans by: luna ☕️ do give credit if you’re using my translations 🌊

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The Night Before

Part one

Taehyung x reader , Yoongi x reader, fuckboyau! Fratboyau!

Summary-you didn’t really have much friends, about two, but everyone knew you. Whether that was because you hosted the best parties of the night or because of your brother has a particular taste in friends. either or, you think it’s you and your best friends reputation.

Warnings- strong language, mentions of sex, drinking and lots of really good looking frat boys

Friday night. you sighed heavily. thank god. your stressful week of prepping for the years finals can finally be covered up with alcohol, guys, girls, sleeping around...more alcohol. you unlocked your phone and went straight to your contacts, regardless of your teacher yelling over the hurdle of students to put it away. it was the only way you could actually talk to your roommate and get her to notice you. she tended to avoid social media’s just in case someone she didn’t really want to talk to popped up. despite her charming and innocent name, Margot definitely wasn’t. she had a... reputation. okay she sucked a lot of dick, but- she was one of the best people you knew and who could blame the lads. she was stunning, short curly, hair that was- well actually you didn’t really know what colour it was. a bit of everything? her root colour was her natural dark brown which then faded into a copper, streaked with gold-blonde and if you looked close enough, reminders of a reddish-purple from when she has died her hair before hand.

anyway, she was on the English campus with skylar, and you had left your key at your shared apartment. well, forgot, but that’s besides the point. skylar was staying over after the party aswell. skylar was your other best friend- she was petite, with shoulder length ginger hair that always made you jealous. what you didn’t understand was why she always stood down every guy that came up to her- which was a fair few. you and Margot always thought it may have been because she had a secret guy, but then she always spent her time with you and Margot. you didn’t really think much of it though as you saw her checking out most people that passed her. maybe she was secretly a virgin? pfffttt as if. you kept your thoughts to yourself as you made you way out of the science campus and towards the parked Ford with two girls blasting a familiar song wh I hcohld he heard through the closed doors and windows. You laughed to yourself as you saw them screaming the words to each other. thank god you couldn’t hear them though, else your eardrums may have even burst.

‘So,’ you started when you opened the car door, which scared the hell out of the other two. ‘You ready to drink ‘till we pass out, hurl up our guts all before we have another great night with possibly another great-‘. ‘Before you say dick,’ Margot cut in ‘I just want to say that tonight is about hanging with my girls for the night. I won’t have a guy to stay over.’ Skylar looked at her like she had gone mad and I spoke for her. ‘ okay well I was going to say ‘hangover’, not dick, but okay hunny you keep thinking that.’ ‘ I was gonna say, there’s no way you won’t be with a lad tonight.’ I laughed at skylar knowing she was probably right. ‘Im trying okay guys, don’t sound so suprised, im not Barney Stinson for Christ sake. It’s not like i sleep with a new person everyday. It’s more like a week. Maybe longer.’ she pouted with her cute face, but I knew she was right. we just enjoyed teasing her. ‘Yeah, yeah, we know. and what’s wrong with Barney Stinson?’ I laughed at skylar’s comment and turned up the music as I took the wheel from Margot and began to drive back to the apartment.

When you got back home, you shoved your books on the coffee table to your right and the keys on the hook next to the door. Margot ran with skylar’s hand in hers, straight into the bedroom and flinging open her wardrobe. you gathered that she didn’t have anything to wear, that or she just wanted to steal some of Margot’s clothes- which seemed more likely. Meanwhile, you slipped into your own room, which was smaller but good enough for you. You sent out the usual message to everyone saying the usual time at the usual place. It was kind of boring seeming that either no one answered, a creepy guy would ask you what you would be wearing or someone would ask if they could bring friends. you didn’t mind how many people came, you apartment was pretty big and had an outside balcony and everything. Margot’s parents said that she could have an amazing apartment that they would pay for-with the mass amounts of money they and- as long as she did well with her grades and had at least two friends. The second reason always made you laugh but you helped her keep her grades up, as even if you had a party almost every night, you still managed to keep your grades in place. God knows how, but you helped her out with studying and exams. You didn’t mind. As much as you loved going to parties and getting wasted, you were still a bit of a nerd. Plus you always got a bit of alone time with her and skylar, which you didn’t really get much anymore.

You slouched onto your floor, aimlessly staring into your wardrobe, full of chic skirts, short dresses, and a surprising amount of sweats. You picked out your favourite red leather skirt, but put it back-Probably best for another occasion. you didnt really have anyone to impress, you just loved wearing skimpy clothes. I guess it was because you didn’t have anyone to wear it for so you impressed yourself. God that sounded like you were full of yourself. instead you picked out the typical black short dress, with a cut in the chest, showing a decent amount of clevage as it tucked at your curves perfectly. Picking out a suede pair of black platforms to go with it, you got in and out of the shower within about ten minutes. Slipping on your dress and carrying your shoes in your fingertips by the buckle, you went into Margot’s room to find her in a latex pink skirt and a tight white top that had a slit the whole way down the middle. skylar on the other hand was checking out a tight fitting black dress that came just above the knees- that she pulled up a bit more- and had a v-neck line showing off her huge chest. ‘anyone want to swap boobs with me?’ Skylar asked. ‘Definitely.’ me and Margot said in unison. we laughed and waited for people to arrive.

about an hour and twenty minutes had passed and the apartment had flooded with people already. ‘ I swear this is the worst part of the party’ Margot started. ‘There’s some people here but not quite enough. Ugh finally more lads. okay ladies I’m going to try and find someone decent. Which is probably going to be impossible at this point.’ ‘Wait I thought you said you weren’t going to have a lad staying over tonight?’ Skylar interrogated. ‘ hunny I said a lad to keep for the night. I’ll just ditch him straight after. relax I’ll be back in about thirty.’ You giggled as she walked off, leaving you and skylar standing there at the bar(yes we had a bar, I told you, big apartment, Margot’s parents money). ‘My brother just texted me saying he’s almost here.’ You told skylar. your brother had a very strange interest in friends. Well. ‘Strange’. He was one of the most popular lads in all the college. College isn’t like high school so no one really cared much about popularity, but everyone knew them, everyone knew what they looked like and everyone knew I was related to one of them. just as I was about to ask if skylar was okay the door opened and I sat at the bar, making myself a vodka sort-of-martini. I wasn’t good at making drinks so I put whatever I liked together. just as I was about to walk off, someone grabbed my waist and whispered. ‘You miss me.’ You swung around knowing exactly who it was. ‘Jung Hoseok.’ You paused before answering. ‘Not really it’s been kinda peaceful without you thinking your my parent.’ He let out a dramatic gasp as he put his hand towards his mouth. You laughed at his extra-ness. ‘Awh I missed you too y/n.’ You giggled as he pushed you to sit down on one of the black leather sofas.

‘So how’s life at college for my little sister?’ ‘I don’t know why you put it like that hobi, your in the year above me at the same college.’ There was only a year between you and hoseok and he was your half brother, but you were really close, so you always preferred to not mention that part. He had a different mother to you, yours had died when you were young and you were never close to your dad, but he was the only thing that made you and hoseok related by blood so you had to give him some respect. ‘ look I know we haven’t spoke for long but I’m going to catch up with the lads. Is there anyone else here that I might know?’ You looked at his face as if he was expecting me to say someone he wished for but I told him it was just me, skylar and Margot. He smiled and wandered off back into the crowd, leaving me, my shitty martini and some very good looking, blonde haired guy staring at me from the bar.

He had a soft and light mocha skin colour which sharply carved around his intense jawline. now normally, you didn’t like mullets in the slightest, mainly because they never suited anyone, but his had a dark brown foot- almost black- that instantly changed into a soft blonde. his features took you by surprise, as you completely dived into a stare. You only realised you had been when he slid his once small mouth into a wide grin, making you blush. You kicked yourself under the table for getting so pathetic over some boy, but you suprised yourself more than anything. you had never really felt anything over anyone, no feelings, definitely not love. maybe attraction? but that was probably because they had decent looks and nothing else. most people thought you were cold, even to an extent where no one believes you were capable of love whatsoever. of course that was bullshit, you had skylar and Margot. Of course that was a different type of love but it was still something, right? well obviously you weren’t jumping to conclusions, so you definitely didn’t love the man starting at you. whoever the hell thought of love at first sight was clearly an amateur in friendship as a whole. no of course you didn’t feel love, but his stare made you feel something. probably nothing. anyways who were you kidding? as if anything would happen with you and anyone at all. it’s not that you doubted yourself, you just didn’t know what feelings were to be truthful, you’ve never seen yourself in that situation and you would probably fuck it up by either saying something too bluntly or something that offended them. and for some reason, everything effects everyone. or at least whatever accidentally-or not- comes out of your mouth.

forgetting about that man staring, you looked around for the girls. you saw Margot surrounded by freshmen that someone must’ve invited for their first college party. she didn’t really seem interested in any of them though, which confused you. what confused you more was that you couldn’t spot Skylar anywhere. you sighed as you got up to go and get another drink but, like the clumsy idiot you were, knocked straight into someone. ‘Shit! I’m so sorry-‘ the two of you sort of apologised at the same time before you brought your eyes to one another’s and slowly cut yourself off. ‘really? of-fucking- course it’s you’ you grinned looking up at the tall male. ‘ouch, nice to see you too y/n.’ You giggled. ‘I’m sorry joon. It’s been forever, how are you?’ your question sounded like something a 40 year old woman would say to her neighbors. idiot. why say that to Kim Namjoon of all people. surprisingly he answered. ‘Well I’m at a party, getting seven drinks but not one for you, so apparently not great.’ your face cringed a little making him let out a deep, almost croaky laugh. ‘Smooth, joon, smooth. So you’re all here tonight?’ most of the time, hobi and his friends came to a party with only a few of them, but joon saying seven drinks spiked your interest. you didn’t really know much of the members. you knew your brother obviously, Namjoon and jungkook. and you had heard something about a Jin? oh weren’t sure but his name had popped up a few times from the others. you knew joon because you used to live a few doors away from his. it was the typical boy next door, except there was no romance, just alcohol and the everlasting smell of weed from his dad. you didn’t question it because you liked his dad, everyone did, but that doesn’t mean your dad didn’t give you shit as he thought you were the one smoking it. he knew damn well that it was joons dad, but he has to take his anger out on someone. ‘Yeah actually, shocker I know. you can come over if you want? jungkook is there, along with Jin,jimin and Yoongi. I don’t know where hobi is and tae is proabably with some girl. jungkook isn’t really paying attention and Yoongi is probably high as fuck so it’ll basically be me you and jin.’ ‘And jimin.’ You added. whoever he was. ‘Oh yeah and jimin.’ You shook your head and laughed. ‘Alright. Gotta be better than standing in the middle of the place doing fuck all.’

you followed Namjoon through a trail of people grinding against each other over the music and mass amount of alcohol. you grinned knowing Namjoon was probably blushing as someone short with short brown hair had accidentally fell into his torso. exactly his type. you continued shoving your way through the crowd until you finally had room to breathe. around one of your sets of sofas were a few lads all doing something different. one of them, you couldn’t see much hung his head down, his dark crumpled hair hung over his face. probably asleep. or passed out. the one next to him had puffy cheeks which at first you thought might’ve been from crying, but you realised he just had large cheeks. he had small lips in the shape of a pout with soft, fluffy orange hair either slicked back of hanging down. he was kinda hot, but he looked too cute. opposite him say a tall male with blonde hair styled into a quiff going to the right, but here didn’t seem to be any product in it, which was impressive. he had deep brown eyes that were staring in disgust at the man sleeping but he looked as if he was worried more than anything. He had small puffed lips and his shoulders broadened wildly in the white silk top he wore. ‘Namjoon finally.’ The one with blonde hair grinned widely with a beautiful smile that made you automatically smile aswell. before joon could go and sit with him you grasped his arm and whispered in his ear. ‘okay do me a favour? don’t tell them I’m hobis sister will you?’ It’s not that you were ashamed of it, it’s just you knew hobi didn’t like letting you near his friends for some unknown reason. you’d probably end up sleeping with one of them. dammit that’s probably why. Namjoon nodded giving you his promise and went to go sit down next to the smiling male.

‘Jin this is y/n. Y/n this is Jin and the one with ginger hair in jimin. that one sleeping is- ah never mind he won’t wake up in time for you to say hello.’ ‘Hi y/n, welcome to the most depressing corner of the room.’ You laughed at his introduction which made him smile. jimin rolled his eyes. ‘God Jin your such an attention seeker. Always making jokes just so people will laugh. fun fact, they’ll only laugh if they’re actually funny.’ you raised your eyebrows smirking at his cockiness towards the other who was clearly older. ‘Please jimin, you cannot say anything at all. You literally shove your face in others just if they mention a word that you think describes you. For example, cute. Your rent cute, your the devils spawn.’ jimin laughed as if he knew Jin was half right, as he turned and winked at you. ‘So my princess, how do you know our joon?’ You almost blushed when he called you princess but used it as an advantage instead. ‘Well first of all I’m definitely not your princess. If anything you’d be more mine,and I used to live a few doors down from him.’ Jin let out the most beautiful and funny laugh you’d ever heard. Ever. jimin blushed proving your point but chuckled. ‘Oh is that right?’ He gave you a grin which you definitely knew wasnt innocent. ‘A few doors down huh? so you knew hobi aswell.’ You froze a little hoping that this wouldn’t mean they’re mention you to him. ‘uh, only a little. I mean I saw him and smiled but I didn’t really know him. Just that he was friends with joon.’ ‘Ahhhhhh, wait we’re you that girlfriend he always tries to prove he had?’ Jimin questioned which made joon choke and spit out his a drink a bit making you laugh. ‘nope, never dated just went round his house a little.’ You ended with a wink which you’d hoped make him even more embarrassed. You were right. his cheeks were now bright red and you were pretty sure it wasn’t from chocking in his drink. jimin laughed and raised his eyebrows as he patted Namjoon on the back a little too hard. he began to splutter his drink again. ‘Get in joon! you scored a girl good enough looking as her? damn I underestimated you.’ He laughed but took a sip of his drink as if he was jealous. You laughed and shook your head.

‘I’m kidding, we never actually did anything with joon, we were simply friends and that’s it. Nothing more to it.’ You assures jimin which now looked disappointed. ‘And anyway, joon can score. He always ended up doing something to confuse one of my friends into either sleeping with him or sucking him off.’ Your bluntness suprised Jin and jimin. you knew you always gave off an innocent vibe but you always enjoyed the shocking look everyone gave you when you mentioned something that completely went against that. ‘so joon, what made everyone think you lost your ‘game’?’ ‘I got a girl.’ His response shocked you. you didn’t know whether it was because it wa substantial or because he had actually said that out load or because he’s actually got a girl. ‘damn someone’s changed. who and how long?’ He smiled knowing you were raked aback. ‘Her name I cannot say else one of these will hunt and track her down in hopes of telling her that I’m something I’m not. But we’ve been dating for a year and a half now and she’s short, short brown hair, really smart and has a full British accent. Oh and she’s really smart. like really smart.’ And instant image of the girl who fell into him reminded you of her. ‘Yeah I pretty sure you said she was really smart about three times there.’ Jin snorted into his drink and jimin whispered ‘whipppppedddd’ before going back to his. you all laughed as joon shook his head in disbelief. ‘What’s so funny?’

you looked up to where the deep voice had come from. standing above you was the blonde haired man you had caught staring at you. before he laughed at you staring at him. shit. ‘Over how whipped-‘ ‘TAE! Finally dude I thought you had been chased down by some girl you had left or something.’ jimin gleamed up at Tae as Jin gave jimin a dirty look from cutting into his sentence. ‘no but I didn’t spot a hot lass from across the bar. I was staring but I caught her staring back. she was cute.’ he gave you a look after he had finished his description of you. he made you blush slightly again. Are you kidding me? ‘And who’s this one?’ he looked at you with a teasing smirk. wonderful. ‘Y/n. I take it your tae from the way jimin gleaned yo at you like you were his boyfriend.’ You stated bluntly. Jin burst into hysterics. he laughed head trully beautiful. ‘Thats-the best thing- I’ve heard all night.’ Him managed to say before bursting into laughter again. jimin rolled his eyes as if most people assumed someone else was his boyfriend. ‘Nah that’s jungkook a job.’ tae winked and smiled down at jimin. he was almost a whole foot taller than him. jimin blushed harder. ‘I’m kidding, jimin is just easily attached, he likes to stay close to his friends.’ this clearly eased jimin. ‘Thank you. god...’ you smiled apologetically at him, which he responded back with a bigger smile. ‘So who was this girl you were staring at earlier? Must’ve been decent if it was you staring.’ Tae went on to talk about you for a short while but changed the subject back to you talking about yourself. You groaned a bit. You enjoyed listening to his voice. It was deep, raspy and it seems like it was breaking but in a good way. If that makes sense? but his lips were thin but not thin at the same time, his grin wide and his eues were the perfect shade of brown as the liked deeply in yours before he spoke again. ‘so lass-‘ but tae was cut off talking about you when a hand came down onto his shoulder. you hadn’t realised there was anyone behind him, probably too caught up in his looks to pay attention. you gulped silently when you saw your one and only brother death glaring between you and tae. ‘So...explain.’

AUTHOR NOTE:so first I want to apologise for taking so long to actually do something again on the blog, this is what I guess you can call my resurrection? god that’s cheesy. But I’ve took some time off tumblr and I’m back again and I’m not sure how many parts this will be, but I’m really enjoying writing again. I hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry again for being away for so long, right after I teased you with a new story :/ anyways hope you enjoy, I will definitely continue with this :)))- anon suga 💤

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Stars and Stories

Stars and Stories

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Fluff, Some Angst, Smut (in future chapters)

Fire and water don’t mix, in fact they are complete opposites. So, when you a fire witch, taking powers from the sun, meet a masked water witch, taking powers from the moon, you don’t think that you’ll get along. And you were right you both fought like, well, water and fire. But when things start getting out of hand with a mysterious force threatening to unveil the hidden world of magic, you and water boy have to work together as you’re both the coven individual leaders of your groups. Will you survive the threatening figure, your crush on a cute international student, college, work, and life in general? Or will you ultimately sink and drown, or crash and burn.

Chapter 1

     The open window letting in the sun rays and the lit candles are the only light sources in the room. Looking around and making sure that everything is in its place you sit in the middle of the circle made up of red candles and pink sea salt and start the incantation.

I call upon the powers of the mighty sun.

In order for this spell to be over and done.

With this morning’s lovely light and the candles that burn bright.

This day I need to be clear and focus.

From inside my mind and all that’s bogus.

With this liquid pure and true, and the smell of morning dew.

Drink for my body’s satisfaction.

And clear my mind for its education.

This spell for my mind of ease, if it could be granted please.

Now for the bless sun that has fully raise.

I thank thee truly and always give praise.

With that said you take a sip of the purified water beside you and sit in silence -minus the traffic of cars and people on the street outside. You meditate for 10 minutes before your friend burst through the door and the wind of it blowing out all the candles ending your meditation.

“Sorry!” Kathleen says “Didn’t know you were doing a spell, but we need to leave now or risk being late.”

You sigh and clean up quickly grabbing your back pack. You honestly wouldn’t have been late since you live close by to the university plus there is always the teleportation spell. Kathleen and Victoria don’t like you using it since it’s not “safe” but you’ve been using it since childhood as your grandma liked to joke “You’re a daughter of the sun, but live like a daughter of the moon.” Basically, her saying that you’re a night owl which is true.

You walk beside Kathleen on the way to the bus stop across the street from your house. Where you get picked up and meet your friend Victoria on the bus and like always the two “random” people sitting beside her leave giving you their empty seats. Kathleen always acts out saying “Oh my gosh, can you believe that Y/N? Two empty seats beside our friend here. Ah, amazing!” You roll your eyes at those two and mind speak to them.

Y/N- We could just stand you know.

K- Yeah but it’s nice to sit beside Vicky, don’t you think so?

Y/N- You know that’s not what I mean. I just think that we should let other people have a chance at the seat.

V- Yeah…… NO! I don’t want to sit beside random people I don’t know! And how many times do we have to argue about this, because we’ve been doing this shit since high school.

You sigh out loud and the person standing in front you looks down confused at you and you avoid all eye contact. The bus arrives at the school and everyone gets off. The three of you make your way to the library where your group of friends hang out. There you meet up with Charlie, Abbi, Kris, Joy, Kim, Patrick and Matthew. These are the friends you made in high school and the first year in college. You guys talk about random stuff and what your schedules are till you, Kris, Kim and Joy have to get going as you all are second years and have class whereas the others just have orientation. You say your goodbyes and split up.

Your first class today is Linguistics. You took it in high school and first year of college because you like learning about new cultures and languages. You learned how to speak French, Korean and now Japanese. You walk in and say hi to the professor as all the linguistics and culture study teachers know you, as you are always willing to help them with any new international students. You sit at the front of the class and get set up. Each class is shorter today as it’s the first day and each class is just going over the introduction and what materials you’ll need.

The class begins and just as quickly ends, and now you’re on your way to the next class which happens to be your favourite -Culture Studies. You again go to the class and turn to say hi to the professor but they’re not there, so you go to the desks only to find that each one has a name on it. You find yours quick since it luckily is in the front row and sit down and grab out your notebook and pencil case. And wait for the teacher. Soon all the seats are filled except for the ones beside you, feeling kind of anxious you grab the name tag of the would-be person beside you and read their name. Kim Taehyung- sounds like a nice person of course you’re only saying this to reassure yourself as you don’t think you’ve ever met this person before. You put that name tag back in place and grab the name tag on the other side of you which reads Min Yoongi again you make the same assumptions and put the name tag back.

One of the great things about being a witch is the ability to mind speak, especially in school when phones aren’t always allowed. You send a signal wave out to your coven and wait till some one answers you back.

??- Hey is something wrong!?

The worry in the voice tells you it’s Joy.

Y/N- No nothing’s wrong just waiting in class for the teacher to arrive and the people beside me who are a no show.

J- I thought we were to only use the mind speak for emergencies?

Y/N- Yeah you are supposed to do that IF you aren’t a full power witch yet, but as I am the coven leader it doesn’t waste my power to send links out. Also, before you freak out since I’m the one who started the “call” it doesn’t drain who ever answers.

J- Alright then. Also, I’m the only one you can talk to now as if you checked the group chat like a NORMAL PERSON you would see that a lot of people are in classes that don’t allow phones and need focus.

Y/N- Okay so 1) YOU DON’T HAVE TO YELL. And 2) speaking of focus I used the Ease of Mind spell this morning and it really worked.

J- I highly doubt that.

Y/N- Woah is Joy giving me shade. I can’t even. Dramatic sigh.

J- Did you just say dramatic sigh I don’t unde---

Y/N- Have to go I hear the teacher coming and unlike you I’m a good student. Bye.

J- Bitch you started the convers-------

The teacher is coming closer to the class but you hear him talking to other people. The door opens and your teacher Mr. Yeon walks through with good looking guys following behind. They stand at the front of the class while Mr. Yeon tries to get the rest of the class that have started talking loudly to each other attention. Once he does he introduces the men before you as international students from Korea and as this class is mainly focusing on Korea and other Asian countries they’re your classmates. Mr. Yeon tells them to take there seats and goes into the introduction and the materials you’ll need. You listen and stare at the board intensely as you feel the guys take their seats around you and stare at you. You ignore them till the end of class when Mr. Yeon dismisses it and just as you’re about to leave the class Mr. Yeon calls you to stay after class for a while. You mentally cuss at him but comply as he is a great teacher, and wait till everyone leaves the room except for you, Mr. Yeon and the international students.

Mr. Yeon starts “Y/N these are the new international students from Korea as you heard. They all speak conversational English but only a few are completely fluent, so I would like you to be their guide as you also have some classes with them.  Introduce yourselves to Y/N.”

One by one they say their names; Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, and Kim Namjoon. The one named Namjoon caught your eye as he was the tallest of them and had these eyes that sent chills down your spine. Mr. Yeon was saying something but you honestly weren’t even paying attention and just really internally freaking out. Cause sure you’ve shown 1 or 2 international students around and then the one group of 5 which you had another student help with, but SEVEN all by yourself. Shaking yourself out of your inner freak out you focus back on Mr. Yeon and the seven guys in front you. As you’re about to ask why only you Mr. Yeon says that he needs to leave for his next classes and hands you the guys timetables.

Taking the leader position as you have to do in these situations you tell the guys to sit down in a circle. “Okay, so I’m kind of bad with names so if I get it wrong don’t sue me.” You say jokingly but some of the guys look to the one you know as Namjoon and he replies in Korean reassuringly “It’s just a phrase they use here.”

Feeling embarrassed you just hand out the timetables and luckily to the right people. You grab a notebook from your bag to take notes as to which class you have with who.

Culture Studies = All        Human History = Hoseok and Taehyung

Mixed Media Art = Jimin and Jungkook           Business = Jin                  

Linguistics = Namjoon       Sociology and Psychology = Yoongi and Namjoon

Now having a sense of what you’ll be looking ahead with, you feel a bit calmer also the fact that this was your last class of the day. The guys have to go to their other classes so you just give them your full name and phone number.

Thinking that you’re done with them for at least today you leave and go to your favourite coffee place on campus that you also work at and grab a coffee before going to the library to pick up some books to read also known as “reading your spell books”.  You get to the library and stake your claim on a desk and begin to pull books out that will help you at the next coven meeting. You stay there for pretty long so long that your coffee cup has been emptied and refilled again so many times -thanks to your friends for visiting you with coffee before they leave- deciding that you’ve done enough today you gather the books you have finished and put them back on the shelf where they belong. Then you get all your stuff together and the books that you want to take home and go towards the librarian but before you make it to the desk someone calls your name you turn towards the person and it’s Namjoon.

He half jogs up to you and says in Korean “Hey, I didn’t know you were still here as I thought your classes finished early? But since you’re here do you think you could help me get a library card as I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask in English for a while and was actually contemplating texting you.”

You agree since you’re not in a rush and have nowhere to be truly. You get Namjoon all setup with a library card and get the books you wanted check out. You leave the library and are on the way to the bus terminal when again you hear someone calling your name. You expect this time to be Namjoon but it was actually the youngest members of the group. They come up to you and ask why you are still there, if you were leaving now, and other questions of course in Korean. You feel your phone vibrate in your sweater pocket and ignore it since you don’t want to be rude as Jimin is happily telling you about the class he went to by himself and spoke English to his classmates. Again, the phone vibrates and you contemplate whether to look at it or not but when suddenly the rest of the group is surrounding you, it takes you off guard for a second as it almost seems like they appeared out of thin air.

“Hey since we’re all together right now why don’t we go get dinner together and get to know Y/N better of course only if she wants to?” Jin says and the others quickly agree. You’re about to say yes since again nothing going on that night and free food but you get a headache and immediately know that one of your coven is trying to reach you. You pull out your phone and see the 911 messages and emergency texts. Your eyes must have widened in shock as you got a chorus of “What’s wrong?” and “Is everything okay?” Making up an excuse about your non-existent room mate in crisis you quickly leave and get on the next bus that comes.

Y/N- Okay I’m listening what’s wrong?

K- Moonbin was practicing magic and someone saw him, so Moonbin tackled the person to the ground and tied them up then called everyone because he didn’t know what to do.

Y/N- That’s okay just tell me the location and I’ll be there in a few.

You tap the stop button for the bus and get off and go to the nearest dark alley way to teleport to the location Kathleen gave you, which was an area with a lot woods. When you arrive, you see your whole coven with some of them bruised up and three people blind folded, gagged, and tied up to a tree. Gosh this is going to be a long “fun” night you think to yourself.

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Ice Cream and Breakdowns ~OT7 [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 2.2K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluff? With a little angst

↬↬↬Pairing: ot7 x reader

↬↬↬A/n: I hope this is okay for you!!!

The sun was starting to rise and you sat up in the bed you hadn't even managed to get a blink of sleep in which made you hate everything around you,

"Y/n? You awake?" You heard one of your boyfriends, Yoongi, ask from the outside of the door he was always the first one awake so he spent the early mornings with you. You would do that every morning, go and sit in the kitchen catching up and talking as if you were alone together but you weren't just dating him, you thought it would be weird at first, dating all of them but it was nice and they all respected the other's time with you.

"Yeah," You heard his footsteps leave meaning he was going to make you both some coffee to wake up with so you groaned into the pillow knowing you had to start your day. You ran your hand through your hair and slid your legs off the bed going over to the window to look through the blinds at the scenery. The sky was orange with some pink hues to it and it made you despise the colours since it was all you saw nowadays, the sunrise and sunset blurring into one for your mind, you hadn't slept in two days as those 48 hours of no sleep was starting to get to you though you were never going to say anything about it. You swallowed the lump in your throat and went over to your wardrobe to find some clothes for college, you have written and practical assignments to do that day and you weren't ready for any of them but you were going to do your best you could with them. Namjoon had helped you study a couple of nights ago but you didn't think it was enough, everything you ever knew was gone from your mind and you were running blanks thanks to the lack of sleep.

"Jungkook said he heard you walking around at 3 this morning, what's wrong?" You looked up from the apple you were biting into to meet Yoongi's gaze from across the table. Jungkook was always the last one to go to sleep at night so you should have known he was awake last night when you came in.

"Worried about my exams and a little tired." You lied biting into the green apple and trying to ignore the sinking feeling always got whenever you lied to any of them, you felt bad for it but you didn't want to bother them with your problems when they had their own to worry about. They had their comeback coming up and you adding to their stress would only make you feel worse about yourself so you kept it all buried deep inside. The truth was you weren't just 'a little tired' you were exhausted, you hadn't slept properly thanks to worrying about exams, you were stressing about job and college work and you were starting to breakdown a lot more than usual.

"You sure?" You nodded at his question, he didn't believe you for a second but he couldn't push you for answers because you were getting up from the kitchen table and making an excuse to get out of the house sooner. You loved them all but if Yoongi kept questioning you would end up crying in the middle of the kitchen at 7 am. It was always the case you could hold it together until someone asked if you were okay then you would break down into a fit of tears,

"I'll give you a ride-"

"It's fine Jin! I'll be okay!" You rushed out of the front door and practically ran down the street to get away from the house full of 7 guys all asking you the same questions.

"Y/n!?" You heard Namjoon calling but you continued running until you reached a taxi bay and got into a waiting cab, giving him the address to your college and throwing your head back against the leather seats within in the car trying to relax a little.

They had all been texting you throughout the day to see how your exams were going but you were ignoring them, hoping that if you didn't respond the problem would go away and you would be fine.

"Jungkook?" You asked when you walked out into the car park of the college campus, he was stood leaning against the hood of his car waiting for you. He was dressed in a leather jacket, jeans and a baseball cap which meant he wasn't planning on taking you home right away that's when you remembered it was his date night with you.

"Fuck, Kookie I'm sorry. I forgot it was tonight." You said as you walked over to him, he wrapped his arm around you in a friendly manner in case anyone was out with their cameras.

"It's fine, you had exams to worry about. I'll take you for takeout and then we'll go home." You smiled at how understanding he was being and he took your backpack from you throwing it into the back of the car,

"How did the exams go?" You felt your world freeze as he asked that simple question,

"We won't know for a couple of days." You lied looking over at the college doors and wanting nothing more than to run back in and retake everything you had done that day. You'd failed every small exam and then the major one which meant you would have to attend the summer course they would be putting on.

"I'm sure you did great, you're smarter than Joonie," Jungkook said as he started up the engine, you forced a laugh out of your throat trying not to think about it but you knew you were fucked.

"If I come down from this nap and any of you have touched my ice cream, heads are going to roll!" You yelled as you walked through the living room and towards the staircase. You and Jungkook ended up grabbing some fast food before going to get snacks for the weekend, you had decided you wanted to treat yourself to your favourite ice cream for the first time in months.

"We don't even like it," Namjoon said as he looked up from the book he was reading and you smiled kissing them all goodnight before going up to your room. For the first time, you felt like you could actually get some decent sleep but at this point, you would take ten minutes as some decent enough sleep.

As soon as your head hit the pillow you let your whole body relax the boys had taken your mind of off everything that had happened that day and you'd forgotten about failing exams. Listening to the boys downstairs to help you drift off into a deep slumber, they slowly began to quiet down as you got closer to your sleep and were silent to you once you were gone into dreamland.

3 am? Your sleeping pattern was officially broken beyond repair but you didn't care, you'd gotten more sleep that night than you had in 2 days and you were feeling slightly refreshed so you crept out of the bed to go and eat your ice cream from the freezer that you had been dreaming about. Your mouth was watering from just the thought of eating the ice cream, you took your phone from the charger deciding to check if you'd missed anything happening in the group chat, but you had an email from your professor informing you when the summer classes would be starting and giving you the failed grades once again and the real world was starting to crawl back into your mind your vision began to cloud as you could feel the tears building up and there was a lump in your throat, you didn't want to have to think about it right now all you wanted was the ice cream, you didn't want the stress of college or the real world. You pushed away the feeling and locked your phone putting it back on charge and walked down the stairs expecting to find Jungkook on his computer games but he was nowhere to be seen you choked up at feeling more alone and walked into the kitchen for your ice cream.

"Come to mama." You whispered taking it from the freezer and opening it, it was still sealed so you grabbed a spoon from the drawer and took a small spoonful into your mouth. Letting out a moan of pleasure when the ice cream hit your taste buds you'd missed it a lot which seemed silly since it was just ice cream. There was a bang in the living room making you jump you span around quickly and the ice cream slipped from your hand and onto the floor, leaking out onto the tiled flooring and you just stared at it. Everything hitting you all at once like a gigantic wave washing over you all at once, you threw down the metal spoon and slid down the kitchen cupboards bringing your knees into your chest as you cried into them. You felt like an immature child crying over spilt ice cream but it wasn't just that, it was everything building up on top of you that you couldn't even breath anymore. It was like there was a huge weight on your chest and nothing was helping to stop it only adding more and more to it and the only thing that could have helped, the ice cream, was now gone in a flash.

Taehyung was the first one downstairs to see what the bang and scream was, he found you on the floor sobbing into your hands and he didn't say anything. He just sank down beside you bringing you into his arms and holding you while you cried to him, your shoulders shaking whenever you tried to take in a breath.

"Shh, it's okay." He promised as he rubbed your arms but you pushed him away getting up from the floor and looking at him. He stared back at you, your eyes were red from crying and your face was stained with tears.

"It's not okay! Nothing is okay!" You screamed out waking up Jungkook who was the heaviest sleeper in the house, they all came into the kitchen and you were pacing back and forth yelling about everything that came to your mind.

"Nothing is okay! I failed my exams! I'm in the middle of losing my job because my boss is losing money! I can't afford to feed myself, I just- I have to attend summer classes because I'm such a fucking idiot I can't pass a simple exam!" You broke down again falling onto your knees and leaning your head onto the kitchen cupboard beside you. The boys swallowed the lumps in your throat and Hoseok was the first one to go over to you, saying nothing but just wrapping his arms around you as Taehyung had done before.

"I can't- I can't do this anymore." You whimpered to Hoseok as he rocked you back and forth, Namjoon got you some water while Jimin went on the hunt for some blankets for you.

"It's too much." You whispered finally losing the strength to talk or raise your voice for them to finally hear you. With them around you, it no longer felt as though you were drowning under everything you were holding back and you felt better for telling them about everything already.

"You should have told us before," Namjoon whispered an hour later, you were laid on the floor of the living room in front of the TV that had something playing in the background but none of you was paying attention to it.

"I didn't know how." You whimpered as he wiped more tears away from your face you knew now that it would have been easier to deal with things if you had told them.

"You can tell us everything, you know that right?" Yoongi questioned looking over at you, you nodded sleepily and he sighed at how tired you were. They all felt regretful for not noticing how tired you'd become and they began blaming themselves for not noticing though you shut that down quickly when they mentioned it.

"I won't hide anything anymore, promise." You managed to say before falling asleep with your head resting on Namjoon's legs, he was tracing his hands up and down your arm to help you drift off and smiled as you were finally out cold. All of them agreed that it would be better to let you sleep as long as they could let you deciding to take the day off from the studio to work from home for once instead of letting you be alone and from that point forward they were going to make it a regular thing to properly check-in with you. Making sure you were okay and you weren't trying to hide things from them, all they cared about was your happiness and making you happy because they loved you a lot and didn't want anything to happen to you if they could help it.

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Ready, set, fly Part 13

Ready, set, fly (Jikook superhero au)

What do you do when you need extra credit work and are a broke college student but your favourite TA turns out to be a supervillain that said he could help you? Why you join their group and become a supervillain yourself. Jungkook tends to stay out of trouble mostly and keeps to himself. But being a college student in this day and age isn’t easy and he’s struggling on all sides. He doesn’t see the harm in being a low key villain if it’ll bring his grades up and get him some cash. But that is until he meets the nice and outspoken Park Jimin that makes him want to stop it all. But what secrets are they hiding under it all? And why does Jimin bear such a strange resemblance to Chim, the superhero? Could it be that they’ve met before? Or is Jungkook just delusional and high on caffeine?

Part 13/?

Click, click, click goes Jungkook’s camera as he stands in front of the building the other two are in. Click, click, click as he takes pictures upon pictures. Most of them will end up deleted anyway. Click, click, click. His camera is starting to get full so he stops for a few moments to look through the pictures he took.

“Too dark,” he mutters to himself. “Unfocused. Not bad. You’d think that after being accepted into photography I’d stop putting my thumb close to the lenses. No. No. No. Not bad. No. No. No. Ugh, what the fuck me? No. Ouh this one actually looks good. No”

“Hey, kid,” Namjoon shouted. “You okay over there?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine.”

This first mission of his was pretty boring if he was being honest with himself. When Yoongi- no wait he’s known as Agust in Bangtan- so when Agust told him that he was the new member of Bangtan he had difficulty believing it. He was a quiet person with only one friend. He’d always preferred the company of his camera’s and his pictures to the company of other people. Him being a part of the criminal organisation just didn’t seem possible. It didn’t seem real. Less so since it had been Yoongi that had gotten him in Bangtan in the first place.

But after a few days of thinking about it, his place in the criminal organisation started to sink in. With his best friend turning the situation into a joke it was somehow a lot easier to see himself being a part of it. Of course, they’d also told him that he wouldn’t actually be doing criminal work. That eased up the fear a bit. Even so, he was absolutely terrified. Standing in front of a building that belongs to Wings with nothing to protect him except his camera and a handmade costume courtesy of Yugyeom, he was terrified. The Superheroes have powers. He does not. And to make matters worse his two companions were currently trying to make their way inside the building while leaving Jungkook out in the open to act as a lookout. Things were not going well.

When Yoongi had come to pick him up a couple of hours before he’d almost laughed at the hilarity of the situation. There was Yoongi, otherwise known as Agust, sitting in his car in front of Jungkook’s apartment building ready to take him to whatever place the Wings supply building was.

“Hey, dad,” Jungkook had said jokingly as he entered the car. “Where are we going?”

“You’re annoying you know that?” the other had said as he started the car. “Also, what the fuck are you wearing?”

“My villain costume?”

“That,” Yoongi said. “Is not a villain costume. That’s some sort of clothing from hell. Take it off and put on the stuff in the duffle bag.”

Yugyeom’s costume for Jungkook had consisted of a handmade version of Jafar’s costume from Alladin, with the words “VILLAIN NOCHU” written in white on the back. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted him with his villain costume. What Yoongi gave him was much better. A leather jacket with the Bangtan insignia on the back. That was all that was in the duffle bag. Along with the stuff that they were going to use to try and get into the supply building.

Because the only clothing in the bag was a leather jacket, Jungkook was forced to keep wearing his Jafar costume. He put on the jacket over it just to pretend for a bit that it looked cool. It didn’t work. The moment they met up with Namjoon and Hoseok, the other two started laughing their heads off and he left the jacket in the car with Yoongi.

So there he was, standing guard in front of the building wearing a Jafar costume taking pictures of his surroundings. He must have looked stupid. Which is why he wasn’t surprised when he heard a person laughing coming from his left side.

“You know,” the person said in between spouts of laughter. “When they said to look out for you I expected someone a lot more intimidating. What are you even wearing? A Jafar costume? Seriously?”

Oh no, Jungkook thought, that has to be a superhero. I am fucked. Where are Namjoon and Hoseok when you need them? Hell, I’d take Yoongi hyung even if he left for who knows where once he dropped me off.  

“You’re Nochu aren’t you?” the other boy said because by then Jungkook had realised that it was another guy.

“How do you know who I am?” Jungkook asked trembling. This is my first mission. No one should be able to know who I am.

“It’s literally written on your back,” the other boy replied.

“Who are you then?”

“You don’t know?” was his incredulous reply. “I’m the reason your team was created in the first place.”

Confusion etched Jungkook’s face. There was a purpose to his team? How did he not know that?

A clear and pure laugh came from the other boy. Jungkook was facing him now after the other had come out into the open. He couldn’t see his face because it was hidden under a bunch of cloth. His entire head was covered by the same cloth. It was a way better costume than what Jungkook had.

“Where are my manners?” the other boy said. “I’m Chim. The-”

But his words were interrupted as the doors of the building swung open with a loud noise. Jungkook and Chim were hidden from view by the brick wall separating the building from the road.

“Fuck,” Chim muttered. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

With that Chim took off running.

“I’ll see you around Nochu!” he yelled. His yell wasn’t loud enough to be heard over the sounds that Namjoon and Hoseok were making as they made their way back to him. “I’ll definitely save you from Bangtan!”

It took Jungkook a few seconds to regain his senses and finally move to take a picture of the running boy. Click. One picture. A single picture amongst all the others that he’d taken that night. But that picture was one of the most beautiful pictures he’d ever taken in his opinion. The running boy under the moonlight as he ran in the middle of the road. Click, click. The running boy turned around to look at him. He brought down his mask a little bit and Jungkook managed to see his eyes. And finally, he ran off into the darkness.

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SeokJin:

You came home and immediately ran to the bathroom, not even greeting him as you passed, causing him to be slightly concerned. He followed you and lightly knocked on the bathroom door. “Y/N, are you okay?” he asked and you answered with a simple ‘yeah’ not calming his worries.

“Can I come in?” He asked. You slowly opened the door, now standing in front of him, pouting. “I stained my favourite trousers.” You whined and he let out a light laugh, immediately understanding what was going on and he’d be relieved. “It’s okay, I’ll buy you new ones. You clean up, I’ll get you some comfortable clothes.” He did just that. Taking care of you and trying to comfort you with food and sweets.

Yoongi:

He wouldn’t be oblivious of the fact that you were on your period but he wouldn’t make it obvious that he knew either. He’d just be slightly more caring during that week. He’d do little things like going to the grocery store with you.

You were looking around the store, pushing the trolley, when Yoongi suddenly wrapped his arms around you from behind. At first you thought he might just be hugging you until you noticed him tying his jacket around your waist. “You should go wait in the car, I’ll finish up here.” He said calmly, not wanting to embarrass you any further. You let out a silent ‘Ah’, giving him a peck on the lips as a sign of appreciation before heading to the car, putting a blanket from the boot under your bum as to not stain anything else. He soon came out with the groceries, which included pads, ice cream, chocolate and chocolate ice cream. 

He would low key be taking care of you all the time.

Hoseok:

You two were laughing on the couch when you suddenly just got that feeling. We all know that feeling, the feeling of if I don’t move now, the couch will look like a horror movie prop.  Your expression instantaneously want serious and your eyes wide. “I’ll be right back.” You said and ran to the bathroom. He was concerned at your sudden character change but immediately understood when he noticed the red stain on your trousers. He checked to couch to spare you any further humiliation but when you got back he’d joke about it.

He’d want to have a calm movie night with lots of snacks just to take care of you, always getting up first if you needed something.

Namjoon:

You two were comfortably strolling around the park. Namjoon went to tie his shoe, you walking ahead slightly and he’d notice the stain at the back of your shorts. He removed his jacket as he stood up and draped it over your shoulders seeing he knew it would be big enough on you to cover it up. He’d be rather straight forward about it and he wouldn’t really make a big deal out of it. These things happen after all.

“Aegi, I think we should go back, you’ve leaked.” He chuckled and you wouldn’t be able to hide your embarrassment. He’d hug your side, leading you back home so you could clean yourself up. 

Jimin:

You two were out for a walk at the nearby mall when he suddenly noticed the red stain on your trousers. He’d be too embraced to just tell you then and there so he’d try everything he could to help you without actually having to tell you upfront. 

“Here, are you cold?” He asked giving you his jacket but that plan certainly failed as it was 24 degrees out. Then He’d just try to get you home, getting excited by little stuff you could do there like a movie marathon but that didn’t work either. When you walked past a bathroom you yourself saw it necessary to check. “We need to go home.” You said when you came out, grabbing the jacket that he had offered before. “I told you.” He said behind you earning a playful glare.

When you got home you ran to the bathroom and he’d order your favourite takeout so you could enjoy some greasy food and a movie together.

Taehyung:

You had planned to go out with Tae after dance practice and you met him over at his dorm. You were talking to rapmon who was the only one in the actual living area when Tae came out his room to greet you. He was basically checking you out in your workout clothes when he noticed the stain. It wasn’t very big but he saw it and didn’t want the others seeing and teasing you about it. He suddenly just wrapped his arms around you from behind and whispered “You should go change” into your ear. 

You were glad that you had brought your other clothes with you seeing the two of you were planning to go out. The entire time that you two were out he would check if it didn’t happen again, enjoying the view while he was at it. 

Jungkook:

You were supposed to change pads (don’t use tampons or cups for longer  than 7 hours kids) before going to sleep but Jungkook’s embrace was just so comfortable that you fell asleep. So when you woke up in the middle of the night, you just knew you had stained yourself. You mentally hit yourself as you didn’t dare to move and didn’t really knew what to do in general seeing Jungkook was right there next to you. You silently tarted to sob, partly out of embarrassment but mostly because of hormones, and Junkook slowly started to wake up. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, sitting up next to you and placing a comforting hand on your back. “I think I stained the sheets.” You mumbled slightly embarrassed. It took him a moment to understand what you meant but suddenly realisation struck him and he let out a light chuckle. “It’s okay, you go wash up. I’ll take care of the sheets.” He said ushering you towards the bathroom. He immediately put them in the washing machine.    When you came out of the bathroom there were fresh sheets on the bad and a smiley jungkook waiting for you with open arms. He’d cuddle you the entire night and probably wouldn’t let you get out of bed in the morning either.

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[peaceandsmilesforever-blog]

I Call You Moonchild (Taegi)

The snow was falling fast, pit a pat, outside the window of the car Taehyung and Yoongi rode, lining the window's rubber sill and sitting softly on it. Although the car was shut tight and rolling down the paved roads of Daegu at the speed of light, the chatter and merriment of Christmas permeated the metal walls and seeped into their stream of thought. "Wah, I can't wait to see my parents..." "Wah I can't wait ​to see my hyung..." Automatic grins split their snowed in faces in two, the men sitting in the backseat beaming obnoxiously at each other. There was something beautiful about riding back home together during big holidays, expectations of the smells and sounds of Daegu similar and ringing in each man's ear hours before they even get into the car. Taehyung leaned back in his seat, his shapely legs crossed at the ankles, as he stared out of the window deep in thought. It had been five years since Yoongi hyung had started taking Tae back with him for Christmas and Chuseok holidays. Their tight schedules would clash and pull and tear and rip at the seams, Bang PD fighting with his whole being to not let the boys have more than three days of break every holiday, and Yoongi would fight back for the two of them. Although he always pointed out that Taehyung had been all moody because he hadn't seen his parents in so long, Taehyung didn't mind this silly fact being pointed out as a ritual, he just needed to get back home and cuddle next to his dad and watch baseball with his mom. Maybe give Min Yoongi one or two calls a day and yell into the phone to ask Yoongi's mum to fatten her son up.

It had become a ritual and things were so familiar from where Taehyung sat. Yoongi hyung's body slumped against the leather seats, grumbling about how long the ride was each time, but never letting go of Taehyung's hand which scrambled sweatily in anticipation when they took the sharp U-turn to reach the younger's home. Taehyung would get off and wave brightly at Yoongi, still seated in the car, and flash his boxy smile before running for his house, backpack on shoulder and suitcase trailing behind. This time, things were a little different. Yoongi's hands were clutched in his own lap as he looked straight ahead, knuckles white and tense. Taehyung didn't seem to notice as he happily stared out the darkened window, unsure of whether to hide his face or let it show its smile to display his solidarity for the holiday season. His brown hair, dyed for the third time in a week, fell softly over his face and blocked his eyes. A hand came up in front of his face, caressing the straying strands and pushing them out of his forehead, sweeping the brown wisps to the side with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The two men turned and looked at each other, smirking a little, mirror images of upturned hook-like smiles adorning their soft features. The car hit a speed bump and Yoongi went flying, fingers and sweatshirt-clad arms flailing to hold onto something. His hapless body landed right on Taehyung's thighs, the other man's ankles unlinking and shoulders coming forward to brace the fall and cushion his hyung so he wouldn't hit his head. "Um, sorry, haha" "Haha, it's okay hyung, you're very light, that's why you get thrown around. Make sure to eat a lot this time, hmm?" "Whatever, idiot, worry about yourself first. Hyung will do whatever he wants." Taehyung simply giggled at the sudden defiance and went back to tapping his fingers lightly on his knees as he watched snow fall harder on the pavement hurrying by.

The U-Turn where Yoongi would clutch the younger boy's hand came and the car swerved, the driver hyung swearing loudly at some roadrash but Yoongi's hand didn't come up to hold Tae's this time. He simply looked at his lap, lost in thought, the air around them comfortable but eerily quiet. Taehyung didn't seem to mind the fact that Yoongi wasn't being too receptive about his house coming into view. He took it to be his tiredness seeping into his body, his lean figure overworked in the light of promotions and planning their new album and the end of the final part of their world tour for Wings. The car screeched to a halt and both men heard the driver's voice go, "Sorry for the rough ride, boys, the weather hasn't been the best for driving. Anyways, Taehyung-ah, take care and tell your parents Si Hyuk hyungnim gave his greetings. I'll see you after New Year at work!" Taehyung moved slowly out of the car, bending over the shotgun seat's rolled window to snatch up his tiger-printed Gucci portmanteau. So that had changed, Yoongi thought silently. He was no more the backpack kid. He had a Gucci portmanteau. He smiled to himself at that, looking up to see Taehyung staring lovingly at him. "Yoongi hyung, I'll talk to you soon, when I get bored. I know you have too much pride to call me first when you're ​bored so I'll put out feelers for you instead, huh? Take care, Merry Christmas!" He lunged into the open end of the car door to fling his arms around Yoongi's jacket clad shoulders and the man reciprocated, hugging Taehyung with an involuntarily cute move: "Awww, you too TaeTae-ah, take care, tell Soonshim I said hiiiiiii...." He paused, collecting himself, arms still thrown around the younger man. "Oh and don't call, I'll be too busy, I don't have time for your foolishness." "I'll talk to you in an hour, hyung! The roads are icy, watch out!" He turned around, flashing him the V hand signature he'd made his own, and walked away, fashionably loose pants and all, towards his house. Yoongi shut the car door and watched him for a second before turning to the driver and asking him to take him home.

It had been two days. Two dreadfully empty days with jingling bells and very annoying Santa Clauses coming to the front door and asking if Yoongi's family wanted to go carolling with their sons. Yoongi stayed in, afraid that in the middle of actually genuinely singing his heart out to "12 Days of Christmas", some sasaeng fan would maul him to death. If he died that way, how would he ever have the pleasure of telling Taehyung openly that the next Cypher that hyung line was working on wouldn't include him, even if he begged or wrote a hundred fake fan letters like he did the last time? No, he had to keep his soul intact. Instead, Yoongi repeatedly and monotonously opened and shut his laptop, his inspiration to make beats and write rap blooming and fading with each passing second. He stared at his phone, currently perched on his computer chair, filling fast with emails and holiday messages from Jimin and wailing emojis from Hoseok. Taehyung had said he would call but he hadn't. On an impulse, he held his breath and speed dialed his number, praying halfway through that he wouldn't pick up. On the second ring, Tae's voice rang out clearly: "Hi, hyung!" A moment of silence. "Oh, I dialled by mistake!" "Ah, hyung, it's okay, tell me what you're up to." "Well, I haven't had a very entertaining break so far, but lots of sleep. That's a good thing. I won't complain..." His voice trailed off, leaving both men grasping at straws. "I was wondering...would you like to go to our favourite cafe and spend some time there?" "Oh..." "I mean, if you're busy, it's okay, we can go another time or whatever..." "No, haha of course I'll come!! Tell me when to come over and pick you up." A second of contemplation. "Isn't that too much? Besides, Daegu is a huge district, don't come all the way here. Let's meet at the café." "Okay, see you at...7:00?" "Hmm, okay." The line cut as Yoongi pressed the red end button five thousand times, heart beat speeding and breath coming out in little puffs, erratic as hell. Was it too obvious that he was eager to meet him? Would Taehyung find it weird that he called first? The questions circled tirelessly around the man's head as he pushed himself off his chair to go look for something decent to wear.

The café was just as Yoongi remembered it to be, filled with cushions and an array of male customers all looking as though they needed the tea to get rid of their alcoholic adventures of the previous night. Yoongi hated the customers and visited the place just for his favourite hal-eommoni, who still sat on a wooden block, watching her best brew, the chrysanthemum tea that Yoongi loved so much, turn colour from a transparent to a blooming red. He bowed in her direction, grinning down at her face when she came over to hug him. "Aigoo, my son, how are things in the city? Do you still get sick during snowy days like you used to?" "Ayyy, no, grandma, I'm taking better care of myself." She led him to an isolated corner of the café, piling up cushions around him and patting him vigorously on the back before going to fetch him tea. The bell on the door rang and Yoongi looked up from his phone, watching as Taehyung walked into the café, dressed down with his face heavily covered. He had been sure all the grandmas in his hometown had watched Hwarang so he was that much more in danger than Yoongi, face blocked with scarves and a baseball cap which didn't match. Oh, the cringe, thought Yoongi. It must have taken him a lot of determination to go against his sophistication and dress this terribly just to avoid gazes. Taehyung walked over to where Yoongi was seated, pouncing on his hyung when Yoongi looked up to smile at him, gums showing in all their splendour. The other man, hair parted 6:4, long brown coat wrapped around him, flashed him a smile as he sat down beside him, still grinning.

The hours passed, two hours of whispered talking and drinking out of each others' cups just to check whether the hal-eommoni was fair about making the men her best cup of tea. One could never be too sure about these things. They spent two hours in that buzzing cafe, curtains drawn to stop gazers, socked toes brushing, knees knocking under the low table as each man shifted a little. Two hours were spent, fingers grazing as one moved to take the kettle in hand, five years of hand holding and climbing on each others' backs disappearing like the wind when their skin made contact. Yoongi shrunk away instinctively, reluctantly, with each time that their knuckles grazed while grabbing biscuits and cake crumbs. Even though his silver-haired stony exterior didn't show it, he was perpetually walking on eggshells when it came to Taehyung. As though the other was someone frail and precious, easily upset, even though he wasn't the kind. Yoongi's present ​introspection made him more easy-going afterwards about being with Taehyung. There was something foreign yet comforting about sharing this space to talk and just unravel with him by his side. It was as though he was kneading the knots out of his muscles and pressing into his joints to release pocketed stress bubbles by simply sitting and smiling beside him.

It was really dark outside, street lamps flickering impressively as the men walked over to take a cab. Yoongi decided to drop Taehyung home before going home himself, and instructed the driver accordingly. Their faces covered, the men sat in silence as the car purred along the paved roads. The driver threw suspicious glances at them occasionally, the long drive peppered with such looks. When they reached Taehyung's home, the younger one pulled Yoongi out of the car by the hand, ducking his head into the cab window to say softly, "2,3, annyeonghaseyo, we're Bangtan Sonyeondan!" As he handed the astounded driver their cab fare, he pressed his giggles in, letting loose when they reached the confines of his compound walls and the wooden patio. Yoongi's silvery head shook with laughter in the moonlight but he knew it was a grave matter, composing himself with steady breaths as he watched Taehyung double over with laughter. Taehyung and he stood on the porch, Yoongi reprimanding him for shocking the driver out of his wits. He knew that Dispatch would have something to say about this tomorrow on Korean news and he sighed internally at the coming damage. Turning his head towards the giggling man, he watched silently as Taehyung entertained himself with his wit. "I guess we should call it a day." A moment of silence. "I had a lot of fun, hyung. We should do this more often. Go out and relax." "Hmmm.. yeah we should, I guess." They took a moment to look carefully into each others' faces. "Your hair grew, TaeTae-ah. It looks good on you. Soon you'll be like your Hwarang character, what's his name, hair whipping around your face and neck." Taehyung wondered if it was only him but he could hear his heart pound at 190 beats a minute, throat constricting as he heard him ramble about him. It had stopped snowing and the air around them was still.

Yoongi's hand came up to gently push his hair out of his eyes and Taehyung's long fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling him into his embrace with a flick of his wrist. He stumbled headlong into the man's chest, steadying himself by holding his biceps firmly. He could hear himself blush as he felt Taehyung flex his muscles underneath all those layers of clothing and looked up to see his face staring unswervingly back at him. The faint brush of pink dotting the smaller man's cheeks deepened as Yoongi lunged, pressing his lips quickly to Taehyung's. It turned him on that the man he was kissing stood half a head taller than him, and the height grounded his buzzing stomach as his lips sought a crushing response from him. His hands came out to brace himself on the wooden pillars on the porch, walking forward so that Taehyung stumbled backwards, arms slithering around Yoongi's waist and settling snugly on both sides, pinching a little as Yoongi pressed the scorching heat of his lips a little harder. The taller man breathed sharply through his nose, responding with an enthusiasm that got their breaths panting and entangling in the cold air around them. A sigh left Yoongi's mouth as his smaller frame got engulfed in the warmth of the taller man's arms which slid over fabric, searching hungrily for skin. Taehyung's tongue licked the heat in Yoongi's mouth, running over the jagged ends of his teeth, consuming him wholly, wetly. They stood at the doorway, teeth clashing, tongues claiming, lips diving and moulding hotly and sincerely as though they didn't have enough time. Yoongi's arms came to rest on Taehyung's broad shoulders, grasping at the wisps of his brown undercut hair firmly, tilting his head up so that he could deepen the kiss. He tugged on the strands, drawing out a guttural groan from said man, impatient and heavy with need. Taehyung, tongue licking Yoongi's bottom lip with a religious fervour, stood rooted to the spot, palms imprinting the porcelain waist of the man he was kissing, over the layers of coat and t-shirt and shirt. His nails drew patterns and his thigh slotted between Yoongi's parted legs, lips devouring and eliciting breathless moan after another as his thigh pressed against his jeans in a way that had him going hard in his boxers. Taehyung's shining lips, bitten red by Yoongi's constant ministrations with teeth and tongue grazing repeatedly over healing bites had him panting and demanding more, the younger man's body trapped against the wooden panels of his house by Yoongi's lithe figure, hands still snaked around his neck and mouth now pressing harsh kisses against the younger's jawline, tracing with his tongue and sucking and swirling his mouth over a mark till he was satisfied. Yoongi​'s teeth trailed the length of the man's curving jaw, stopping to leave blushing red marks under his ear and moving up a little to suck on his earlobe, biting down, smirking when he heard Taehyung go, "Shit...that feels so good." Taehyung shivered underneath him, words coming out incoherently, arms moving down south to grab Yoongi's jeans-clad ass softly, earning himself a moan against a fresh hickey. "Fuck." His lips quivered and eyes closed of their own accord when he felt Yoongi's thigh brush his hardening length, sending him spiralling for more. He continued to shiver under Yoongi's tongue running wild on his neck and jawline but he pushed the older man away, nose a little blue and eyes glazed from the heated kissing. He made for the door, pausing for a second as he saw that a note was stuck on the door. 'Gone to new neighbour's place for a few hours, they needed company. Help yourself to dinner in fridge. Heat before eating.' with a smiley and heart, all written in his mother's handwriting. Yoongi's drawling voice struck out behind him, "Seems like heaven's on our side. Get inside so I can taste that ass like I've been waiting to." Taehyung's head whipped around, seeing him stand casually albeit a little impatiently, lips a chewed out pink and hair looking fucked out just from burying his head in the other man's neck. He smirked at him, moving to fish around for his keys before drawing Yoongi inside the house and shutting the door. There was no going back now.

No sooner had the door shut and the heater in the hallway cranked to the fullest than Yoongi pushed Taehyung onto the carpet leading to the kitchen. If he'd had his way, the younger would end up with severe carpet burns on his knees from being fucked into it through the night. Taehyung didn't protest as Yoongi laid his body flat on top of his, fingers crawling around his shoulders and inching off his huge coat, exposing his thin, pinstriped shirt open at the collar, delicate collarbones underneath. Tae's head tilted back, heart racing, when he felt the rapper's teeth trace the curvature of his collar bone, tongue dipping at the base of his throat to taste the thin sheen of sweat  and expensive organic purfume which smelt of oranges. This is it, Yoongi thought​. This is going to become my Achilles heel and nobody can stop it now. Fucking oranges. He let out a pitiful whimper when he bit into the skin at the inner edge of his collarbone, laving at the area till he saw a purple mark bloom like a rose under his lips. He could hear the ragged breathing that the man beneath him was letting out, clearly lost and desperate for more. It came as a shock when Yoongi felt a pair of strong arms come up to grab his neck, slide down his shoulders to his torso, pulling him up till he was level with Taehyung's face, "Hyung, I can't do this. We don't have time. Let's take it faster." A groan shuddered through his body involuntarily as Taehyung pulled himself up, making Yoongi straddle the man, hips resting together, clothed hardening members rubbing as each man let out pants of breath, knocking themselves back into their senses. Yoongi felt himself being lifted by Taehyung who stood all the way up with the older man clinging onto him like a koala bear. "Hyung, are you sure you're up to the task of fucking me senseless? You look too cute" "Watch me, idiot."

That was that. He put him down, instead linking their fingers and dragging him over to his couch. Taehyung turned to find that Yoongi had lost half his clothing in the hallway, his free hand working like magic to unbutton his jeans, his shirt and coat, now hanging by the sleeve that was still linked to the hand Taehyung was holding. He stripped himself of all his clothing as he watched the man he was going to fuck gulp audibly and stare like it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Stepping out of his jeans, he walked over to Taehyung, his YSL briefs snug and hugging the curve of his fully hard member against his thigh. Pressing a kiss to his lips and feeling the other man react quickly, his fingers made a quick job of removing the nasty string tie which he hated seeing on Taehyung, moving to unbutton his shirt and smooth a palm over the bare tanned skin underneath. As his fingers skid over ridged, silky supple muscles and skin, his face drew Taehyung closer to move their tongues as one, the kisses getting sloppy and more tongue and teeth than lips. It didn't matter anymore, they had nobody to please. Except you, thought Yoongi, as his fingers flew to Taehyung's zipper and he was aided quickly by him, shimmying out of his pants as fast as possible, moving back up to grab a hold of Yoongi's neck and drawing him into another messy kiss. "I want to fuck you so bad, this is so slow." Taehyung responded by moving back till he could lie down on the couch behind them, their knees knocking and thighs slapping loudly as Yoongi straddled him once more. A growl left the mouth of the man beneath him as he ground their hips together, fingers moving between their bodies to impatiently snap the waistband of the younger's briefs. He could see how big Taehyung was in the outline and the thought of that rock hard cock buried in his mouth sent shivers down his spine. Yoongi pulled back, balancing himself on his thighs as he pulled down Taehyung's briefs, releasing the monstrosity underneath with a soft snap. The man wiggled out of his briefs as he captured Yoongi​'s mouth in a reassuring kiss before stating gravely, "You don't have to get fucked by this. Not yet, at least." He added a "haha" to see if it lightened the raw venom that Yoongi's direct glare was threading into his veins, smile dropping a little as his cock felt the piercing stare next. "Never in a thousand years am I ever letting that cock of yours inside me. I'll never walk, you hear me? Never." A moment of silence. "Now get here, lemme make your Christmas a little more memorable."

His fingers slowly dropped to his hips as they dragged down the waistband of his own briefs, freeing his cock that had been dripping inside the fabric confines for so long now. Taehyung gasped. "You want me to ride that?" His voice became squeaky towards the end. Yoongi's voice drawled, "Who said you're riding me? I'm gonna fuck you from behind and watch you come all over your favourite couch." He had guessed right, it must have been Taehyung's favourite couch, because he heard him whine as he pulled off his briefs completely. "Ahhahhh, so hot, but isn't that a little unfair? We're the same size, why are you doing this?" He was answered with a strong tug to his hip as his body shifted from the force of Yoongi's hands snaking around his waist and flipping him over till the length of his cock dragged over the velvet of the couch, drawing out soft moans from him. Yoongi pulled up Tae till his body rested on his hands and knees, cock curving against his stomach in need, precome dripping onto the skin of his thighs. The singer felt a hand move in front and his knees buckled as Yoongi's thin fingers wrapped around his cock, tracing the entire length and giving it a tug from the base. It took him heavenly restraint to not fall flat as Yoongi's hand continued to drag across the length from balls to tip, fingers coated in his own lubricant, skirting over his large head till he felt the man's thumb press into his slit. "Fuck, hyung, I won't last at this rate. Fuck me. Please..."

His brows knitted in pleasure as Yoongi ceased to stop, his delicate digits wrapping tighter over the head of his cock, squeezing the foreskin, tracing his middle finger on the underside of his member. Taehyung gasped, focusing mightily on his breathing as he felt a hand on his left nipple, playing with it,  making it hard. His dripping cock was ready to explode when Yoongi's tongue dipped to suck on the dimples at the small of his back, leaving marks that Taehyung would text him angry messages about tomorrow. For now, he couldn't care less. Yoongi's hair fell softly on his face as his tongue shot out to caress the skin at the small of his back, a forefinger and thumb twiddling Taehyung's nipple and the other hands wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, fondling his heavy balls on occasion and corkscrewing his wrist till Taehyung's legs gave out underneath him, face hitting the soft cushions as he bucked in Yoongi's grasp, coming all over the dulcet tones of blue velvet. Taehyung moaned sharply as he continued to squirt onto the fabric with each pump of Yoongi's wrist, milking the man completely to oversensitivity. Yoongi withdrew the hand from Taehyung's abused nipple, hearing him sigh in relief and fatigue, all his pent up frustration and need to come letting loose in one swift motion of Yoongi's wrist. Yoongi knew his hand was going to scream the next day and he bided his time, knowing he would regret jerking Taehyung off before fucking him. It would take him an hour to prepare him if his instincts weren't lying to him and if the man was a weakling. Taehyung's hands and face were buried in the material of the couch as he tried steadying his breathing, his yet-to-be opened asshole clenching softly at the thought of everything up ahead.

Five minutes passed. He slowly drew himself up, turning a little on his knees to look at Yoongi behind him. His cock started hardening at the sight Yoongi presented. One hand on his cock and the other slung over the back of the couch, the rapper sat with lips parted, silver hair falling in his face, eyebrows tense as his fingers ran up and down the underside of his own cock. "I see you're alive." Taehyung blushed furiously, a smile painting his pink and bitten lips till he stumbled out a half truth: "I'm fine." No, he was not fine, his left nipple reminded him. His body had become an object of exploration in the hands of Min Yoongi and even though he had never in a million years expected to be milked dry on his own couch by those deft hands, he certainly knew it was going to be one of many. As he looked up into Yoongi's gaze, his body shuddered as he felt an almost personality change in the man with his cock in his hand, from a cute and abashed Yoongi to the dark and sexy Agust D. The man whose mixtape had given him sleepless nights, the man whose words he would obey to the T. The man he would let rough handle him, make him beg for his cock in him, make him his wanton slut. But at the same time, he would be the same man who he would let trace his fingers down his spine and sing him to sleep, who he would beg to be called cute nicknames and laugh when he'd see him scrunch his nose. It was all one man and that man was enough for tonight. With that thought, he pushed himself off of the come-streaked couch, pulling up Yoongi with him as he moved behind the couch to find the t-shirt he had left there the last night. He had one t-shirt that he kept as a cleaning rag from his Run music video when he had spilt coffee all over it and forced the stylists to hunt for a change of clothes. It had made Kookie laugh so hard that he felt the need to commemorate the happy memory by keeping it. It ended up a rag to clean his tea and juice and acrylic paint spills and now, the final straw, come. He cried on the inside as he mopped up his guilt, moving to his room with Yoongi shuffling behind him, slamming the door shut and balling up the t-shirt and throwing it in a corner.

"Where were we?...", Taehyung's lips trailed down Yoongi's neck as he was slammed against the door, his cock going hard against Yoongi's throbbing member, brushing up with each movement of Taehyung's on his neck. "Where I was supposed to fuck you raw?" "Hmm, oh yeah, that. Work me." He added in a whisper against the other's lips, "Against the door." Yoongi smirked, grasping Taehyung by his wide hip bones, fingers digging in, and turned him around till the younger's firm cheeks came into view. His fingers trailed the entire length of his naked body, long and supple, presenting itself eagerly, his golden skin shivering with each trace of Yoongi's nails over it. His hands came down to spread his ass till he saw the tight rim clenching in anticipation. "Are you sure you want this..." "Yes I'm sure, just fuck me already." Taehyung's skin was on fire with each second that he felt Yoongi's cock pressing up against his ass, when he felt the thin fingers come up to caress his neck and hold it against the door as one finger entered him from behind. He nearly screamed as a cool finger pressed into him till the knuckle, knocking against his soft walls, rubbing, feeling. It turned him on so much. Yoongi had dipped that finger in his mouth before fucking him with it. He closed his eyes and relished it. The rim of tight muscles wrapped around the lone digit as it pressed against the edges of his prostate. Just as Taehyung got used to the feeling, he felt himself being opened up with two fingers swiftly entering him, long, ring-clad fingers that he had only ever seen around a mic or a coffee mug. He had no space to think about where Yoongi had gotten the lube that was currently coating his fingers, and simply panted, trying his best to adjust to the stretch. They were inside him, fucking gently and curling till they drew out a groan from Taehyung who dropped his head against the door, slowly losing consciousness. It was a surprise every time. He would get used to the feeling of the fingers fucking into him and Yoongi would add another finger. He was currently being scissored with four fingers in him, buried to the hilt and screaming as Yoongi's curving digits pressed violently into his prostate. Yoongi kissed the sweat soaked neck that Taehyung bared for him, whispering in his ear. "I'm just getting started." He heard him gasp and saw his eyes roll back in his head and Yoongi's fingers moved a little in past the knuckles. He reckoned it was time.

Taehyung was knee deep in his bed covers trying to make space for them when he felt Yoongi's lubed up cock trace the curve of his back. Pulling back, he moved his hand behind him to stroke the shaft a little, drawing a hiss from Yoongi as he lined himself up behind Taehyung. The stretch was tight and hot, even though he had almost been fist deep in the man just a while ago. Taehyung took it like a champ, clamping down moans and gripping the bed sheets with blotched palms as he mouthed in the air for relief. His neck strained from staying silent and he just wanted to be ripped into from behind, to be claimed and marked till he couldn't move. Yoongi didn't wait for Taehyung to adjust, knowing how well he was already taking him, the younger's hole greedily gulping down his thick cock. He snapped his hips lazily forward, uttering curses one after the other as he felt his cock plunging deeper into Taehyung's spasming ring of muscles. He paused, taking in the sight of his shaft buried balls deep inside his band member who was gasping and breathing abnormally fast, his big feet clenching repeatedly on the sheets. He saw that Taehyung's hair was flopping on his face, sticking to his cheeks and forehead. He moved deeper in him, shifting forward till he could clutch his hair in one hand, bunching the strands together till they formed a temporary pony tail.

The wisps of brown hair looked so pretty in his pale palms, and showed off the facial structure of the man he was buried in. A jaw to kill for, heart shaped hairline and a strong neck leading to broad shoulders, Yoongi wanted to kiss along the lines as though Taehyung was a Michelangelo sculpture about to break soon. He drew back Taehyung's head till the hair was all his hands, experimentally pulling out and thrusting forward till he heard the man go, "Ohhh, this is so good, God, yes, fuck me!" Taehyung had never been stretched like this before. He had never had a dick ramming into his ass till today. But he could see how much he had missed out on. As the older man's hands caressed his jawline and gripped his hair, his rigid dick pulsing and slamming into him, he thought he would almost die from how his heart was straining to keep up, the feeling of the cock in him feeding on his energy and stretching his tight walls till he was short on oxygen. "Fuck," groaned Yoongi as his thighs worked behind Taehyung, the image of his pony-tailed face yelling in front of him and the lube running down the man's creamy thighs too much that he almost came. His balls slapped against the skin under Taehyung's rim, the smacking noise sending Taehyung reeling till he blushed profusely. It was dirty as hell. His thighs slapped the underside of Taehyung's, his bent back arching every time Yoongi brushed up against his prostate. He fucked himself onto Yoongi's cock, his hips moving back repeatedly to smack against the thick base of his cock. Taehyung's heat clenched, loosened, clenched, loosened, till he felt Yoongi's hiss on his neck and felt his silent command to stop clenching. Taehyung's face was buried into the sheets as his ass was opened and rammed in from behind, Yoongi's calf muscles straining with each thrust. Taehyung's head turned a little and he saw his hyung splitting him open, his face slack but concentrated on the timed thrusts and roll backs at the same time. He met every roll of his hips with a slap of their skin, his thrusts getting erratic as he saw Taehyung’s eyes move into the back of his head with each brush against his pulsing prostate. Yoongi's hands left his hair, instead wrapping around his hips first and drilling incessantly till he felt the cock of the man under him twitch from how hard it was against his stomach. Yoongi's hands raked down the sides of Taehyung's bare thighs as he fucked into him, the bed creaking and the sheets soaked with the sweat running down in fat droplets from their quivering bodies. "Fuck, I just want to wreck you forever and hear you say my name over and over again." "I don't mind. The wrecking. The name calling, ah hah yes fuck me harder, the name calling..." 

He never finished that thought. His walls clamped down on Yoongi as he felt the man fucking into him grip his thighs hard. "I think I'm gonna come. Can I come inside of you?..." "Mmmm..." He only heard him moan his name once and that sent him over the edge. Yoongi thrust into Taehyung's tight hole faster as he came, drawing out his orgasm as he filled Taehyung up. His thighs continued to fuck up into the other man as he had to make him come and it hurt so much, the oversensitivity. His head pulsed around Taehyung's prostate as the last of his come dripped into him, the feeling of his cock pounding into his prostate making his skin prickle. His hips rolled back into Yoongi's, fingers fisting in the sheets. "Min Yoongi, you bastard," he moaned, as he came all over himself and the covers, toes curling at the feeling of Yoongi still buried and spurting inside him. His hair fell over his face as Taehyung crumpled forward in his own mess, spent, head spinning. Yoongi slowly pulled out, the sight of Taehyung's abused hole bringing him back to life. "How am I a bastard?” asked Yoongi, still eyeing the pink and loose rim as he toyed with it lightly, fingers dipping into the soaked heat and feeling his come on the walls. Taehyung clenched lightly on his digits. "You kissed me on that porch, look how I look right now!" "You look like a man who's had the best sex in his entire life. And like a man who came twice in one night." The smirk in his voice would never really leave, he guessed. "Well, hmm..." Taehyung cleared his throat, sore and lost somewhere in the middle of all that fucking and drilling. "Hmm…you started it anyway!" He turned around, facing Yoongi who was blotched and sweaty, silver hair pasted to his face, lips bitten and raw. Yoongi's body dipped to lay on top of Taehyung's, mouths connecting and his tongue slowly licking into the other’s heat. "This is how I imagined post sex kissing to be. Filled with tongue and drying sweat on both necks." "Eurghh", shivered Taehyung, smiling goofily before raking his fingers in Yoongi's 200-times-dyed hair, tongue moving to meet Yoongi's, eager but exhausted. "Is this going to be a first of many?" "Hmm...maybe, we'll see if we have time and if the black couch at home that Namjoon and Jin love sleeping on is empty. I like the idea of fucking you on leather." "You do know that they've fucked on it multiple times right?" A moment of silence and the most disgusted face he had ever made. "I didn't need to know that." "Just saying. We'd be coming exactly where they've come plenty of times." "Shut up and spare me the details of their morbid love story." "Hahahaha, make me." His lip caught between his teeth, grin pulling up the corners of his red mouth. It was going to be a long night.