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luxekook · 5 years ago

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chapter eight.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 6.5k

⇥ warnings: 18+, lots of cursing, general chaotic energy [more than usual], poly relationship, switch!reader, dom!joon, switch!jin, switch!hobi, sub!yoongi, sub!jk, sub!tae, sub!jimin, jk is a whole cutie, everybody gets their bob ross on, PUNS, pick up lines, smut [thigh kink, noona kink, marking, oral (f receiving), dom/sub themes, daddy kink, mentions of spanking, lots of lap sitting]

Chapter Eight

(Y/n) & Luna’s Apartment – 8:38am

I wake to the sound of thunder and groan as my eyes strain to focus on the rain pouring down outside my window. Hastily, I grab for my phone and scroll through my notifications. Yup, my friend Brianna - the president of the Alphites - had emailed to say that Habitat is cancelled for the morning.

What did this mean for my date? Swiping over to the group chat, I quickly type a message to the boys.

Queen (y/n), Worldwide Handsome, and 6 Peasants

8:40am, (y/n): “Yo, dweebs. No volunteering today because of the rain. Looks like our date is cancelled, too…”

I laugh evilly as my phone consequentially blows up with a series of question marks and exclamations. Just as I’m about to put a stop to the madness I’d caused, my phone screen darkens with the telltale chimes of an incoming FaceTime.

Not even bothering to shift out of bed, I swipe to answer. “Hi, Hobi,” I grin at my sunshine who looks a little pouty this morning. The metaphorical rain cloud over his head lessens marginally at my smile.

The puffy, bare-faced boy sighs and runs a hand through his wild hair. Obviously, Hoseok had just woken up, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to wake up next to him.

“(Y/n)? Did you hear me?” Hobi chuckles, bringing my attention back to my phone. “You weren’t serious, right? Our date is still on? We have the whole thing planned! The rain doesn’t even affect it! And—”

“Is that (y/n)?” A cry of uproar sounds from the background on Hobi’s end of the line. A thundering of footsteps commences; and, suddenly, I am faced with seven slivers of faces all crowded together.

“(Y/n)!” Jungkook rips the phone from Hoseok’s grasp and takes off out of the room. The background blurs as he runs. Faintly, I can make out blurry figures giving chase behind him. “(Y/n)! Please still come over. We have everything set up! Saturdays are always full of noona, and I don’t want to break the tradition.”

Letting out a laugh at the fluffy haired boy, I smirk, “First of all, let me just say that I’m glad you don’t subscribe to the whole ‘SaTuRdAyS aRe FoR tHe BoYs’ toxicity. And second of all, you do realize you just gave away the date plans, right?”

“Jungkook!” The shout from what could only be an enraged Seokjin echoes across the connection.

I watch in amusement as the background once again blurs. As the feed refocuses, Jimin’s beaming face greets me, and I roll my eyes at the realization that Jungkook must have tossed him the phone. Probably playing a game of ‘Monkey in the Middle’ with their eldest brother, I assume.

Deciding enough is enough, I retake control of the situation with the tried and true method of the shock factor™. “Hey, I’m naked.”

Silence falls.

Then comes the seven pairs of eyes crowding the screen that I had hoped for.

Disappointed huffs resound from the collective as I cackle, trying my best to ignore their indignant cries.

“Noona’s not even naked!”

“Why, there’s not even a boob to be seen!”

“She’s got us lookin’ like boo-boo the fool, boys…SMH!”

“Jin, did you just say ‘SMH’?” The boy opens his mouth to respond, but I decide there’s no time to discuss acronyms right now. Shaking my own head swiftly, I clear my throat, “No, never mind. Now that I have your attention, I need someone to tell me what the plan is. Am I getting out of bed today? Are we still doing the thing?”

“You can get out of your bed and into mine,” Taehyung’s words barely escape his mouth before he is pushed out of frame by at least four of the others.

“Tae, are you trying to get your name added to my punishment list?” I smirk as two boys in particular gulp, “Jimin and Jin already have the distinct honor. Isn’t that right, boys?”

“You can add my name, noona!” Jungkook gasps out, lunging once again for control of the phone. He is shoved out of the way by Namjoon.

“Oh, my little Kookie,” I laugh, “That would practically be a reward for you.”

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your own punishment, (y/n),” Namjoon stares me down from the other end of the phone.

“I mean, you can try it,” I shrug, “But I’ll probably either like it or turn it around on you at some point. Just saying…”

“Sounds good to me,” Joon grins, his dimples popping out, “Now get your sweet ass over here so I can spank it.”

“Right now?” I double check the time, “It’s still not even nine fucking AM. What is this going to be? Some sort of all day extravaganza? Y’all better be feeding me.”

“Yah, do you know who I am?” Jin butts in from his small corner of the screen, ”You are in the presence of Worldwide Handsome Chef Extraordinaire Kim Seokjin! Of course you’re going to be well fed - both with my visuals and with food!”

“I have no words,” I say.

Jin forges on, “Speechless, eh? I’m used to it.”

“Could the two of you stop your gross flirting for one second so that we can actually convince (y/n) to come over?”

Yoongi’s scowl appears on screen as he takes control of the phone. Jin can be heard squawking indignantly in the background.

“Gross?” I raise an eyebrow, “That’s not what you were saying when you were teaching me piano.”

“Is that a euphemism?” Taehyung yelps.

“I think so,” Jimin answers darkly.

“Wait, what’s a ‘you feminism’ again?” Jungkook mumbles from somewhere in the room.

“Oh my god,” Namjoon moans, sounding completely done, “(y/n), I am begging you to hang up and call my phone so that I can actually let you in on the plan.”

“Bet,” I say, “I’ll call you in an hour. I’m going back to sleep.”

I hang up, abruptly cutting off their whiny protests. Boys can always wait. Extra sleep, however, must seized at every opportunity.

Sinking back into the bliss of my comfy bed, I smile as I flip my phone over and promptly fall back asleep.

(Y/n) & Luna’s Apartment – 11:57am

“(Y/n).”

“(Y/n)!”

“(Y/n), for the love of Jared Padalecki, get your ass up!”

Groaning, I wave Luna off with a limp arm, still half asleep. “Go away,” my garbled words prove to be futile as she pulls the covers right off of me.

“Your entourage is here,” Luna hisses, grabbing my ankle and attempting to tug me off the bed.

“My what?” I kick at her hold, “Stop going all horror movie on me!”

“You haven’t seen horror! Horror is waking up to the furious sound of fists pounding at the front door and thinking your dark past of downloading music off of sketchy websites has finally caught up with you! Horror is pulling open the door in just your Harry Potter onesie only to be faced with seven hot and all-too-put-together dudes!”

My brain slowly wraps its away around the meaning of her words. “Oh, fuck.” I launch out of bed, flailing around for my phone.

111 Messages

34 Missed Calls

14 Voicemails

“Good god,” I toss my phone back on my bed and stalk past Luna into the living room where my ‘entourage’ is gathered.

“Okay, what the fuck,” I cross my arms over my chest as I stare down at the seven boys spread out across our second-hand sectional.

“Noona, you’re here!” Jungkook springs up from his seat and tackles me in a hug.

“Where else would I be? I fucking live here,” I mumble into his chest, annoyance slipping away with each breath.

“I told you she just overslept,” Yoongi mutters from the couch, sounding very much like he was dragged here against his will.

“Finally,” I say, pulling away from Jungkook to beam down at Yoongi, “An intellectual. Now, what about the rest of you overreactive imbeciles? Did you just come over so that you could snoop around where I live?”

As I say this, my eyes narrow on Namjoon. The boy is inspecting the teacup I had forgotten to put away last night like it’s a new archaeological find. My words fluster him, and he fumbles with the cup before it falls from his grasp to shatter on the floor.

“I am so sorry!” Namjoon yelps. The rest of the boys look on with disappointment but not surprise.

“That was my great grandmother’s teacup,” I whisper, falling to my knees dramatically.

“Namjoon, your destructive nature has gone too far!” Seokjin yells, scrambling over to me. My face is buried in my hands as my shoulders shake. I can’t hold it any longer.

I burst out laughing. “Oh my god, it’s fine, Joon. I’m kidding. It was just a cup from Target’s clearance section.”

“So evil!” Namjoon whines, “I was so worried!” Shuffling over to the hallway closet, I pull out our dustpan and broom. Walking back, I hand it off to Namjoon before he can attempt to pick up a fragment of the shattered cup.

“Don’t even think about using your bare hands, Joon,” I narrow my eyes at him, “A trip to Urgent Care does not count as a date.”

“Noona,” Taehyung pipes up, “You should join the Acting Club! Did I mention I’m the president?”

“Oh, here we go,” Yoongi scowls, flicking his eyes over to where Seokjin is rapidly turning a concerning shade of red.

Mount Seokjin erupts, “You’re only president on a bullshit technicality! Fifth years can’t be on Exec boards, you swine!”

“Yo, Seokjin, I’m really bummed about that policy, and Imma let you finish. But, let me just say that if y’all don’t leave so I can get ready, I will avoid you for the rest of time.”

Seconds tick by. I frown, “I don’t see movement. Why don’t I see movement?”

“Well,” Jimin hedges, shrinking under my gaze, “We figured you could just come back with us? It would save you a trip?”

The disobedience in this crew would drive me off a cliff. “I guess I was not clear the first time. I am going to drive myself because: 1) I can leave on my own terms and 2) I can leave an overnight bag in the car just in case. Although, that possibility is slipping away by the millisecond.”

“Alright! Time to go!” Jungkook barks, herding the boys towards the door.

As they practically run out the door, Namjoon turns back to me with an arched brow, “No going back to sleep.”

I salute him, “Scout’s honor. I’ll see you in a bit.” With that, I’m finally left in peace and quiet.

“Want to explain what that was all about?!” Luna stalks out of her room, “I need the tea!”

A full hour and a half later, I find myself in an eerily empty frat house.

“Y’all really kicked everyone out, huh?” I comment as I peer around each corner of the house. There is not a soul - besides these seven fools - to be seen.

“I mean, there are only three other people that actually live here permanently,” Namjoon counters, ever the diplomatic president, “The rest of the rooms are mainly for guests or if a member needs temporary housing.”

Humming noncommittally, I come to an abrupt halt when the dining room comes into view. All the furniture has been pushed to one side to make room for eight easels and an excessive amount of paint.

“It looks like a Michael’s threw up in here,” I marvel.

“Who is Michael?” Jimin pops up next to me with narrowed eyes. The rest of the boys file in behind him.

“My sugar daddy,” I deadpan, “He’s an artist.”

Namjoon cracks up, while Jimin pouts adorably. “I guess you know what we’re going to do now, baby,” Namjoon says, still chuckling lightly.

“We’re doing DIY Painting with a Twist!” Taehyung yells, “The twist is that there’s no wine. Namjoon said it could get ‘too out of hand’ - whatever that means.”

“What is everyone going to paint?” Hobi asks the room after a brief pause, “I’m going to make something for (y/n)! It’s a surprise.”

“That’s so sweet, Hobi,” I smile at the boy, “Thank you!”

Not a group to be outdone, the boys quickly affirm that they too had been planning to make something for me all along.

Rolling my eyes, I sigh, “Careful, I’m going to get used to y’all spoiling me.”

“Good,” Namjoon nods, “You’re learning.”

“Yes, daddy,” I tease, “Are you going to keep spoiling your good girl?”

“You’re not a good girl,” Yoongi laughs, “You’re a fucking force of nature.”

“Thank you,” I wipe a nonexistent tear from under my eye, “This is why you are currently my favorite.”

“What!”

“Wait, you have a running favorite?”

“How can I get to be your favorite?”

Five minutes later, the room is empty aside from Jungkook and I. The rest of the boys dispersed the moment they decided to make painting a competition for my favor.

“Aren’t you going to hide away, too?” I address the younger boy next to me.

“Why would I go anywhere else when you’re right here?” Jungkook shuffles closer to me, “Besides, I wanted to use a different canvas.”

“Ah, I see,” I nod sagely before pulling my long-sleeved shirt up and over my head.

“Noona!” Jungkook chokes as he takes in my slightly sheer tank top and the black bra that peeks out from underneath, “I meant your wrist!”

“Calm down, Kook,” I laugh, “I can put it back on if you want. I just don’t want to get paint on it.”

Jungkook shakes his head furiously.

He then grabs my arm gently, flipping it over so that the inside of my wrist faces up. His thumb brushes over my erratic pulse and pauses. “Are you nervous, noona?” His wide eyes stare up at me, “You don’t have to let me paint on you.”

“It’s okay, Kookie,” I say, brushing his fallen hair out of his eyes, “Paint me like one of your French girls.”

The boy’s cheeks bloom a bright red as he flashes me a small smile, “That’s one of my favorite movies.”

My heart swells as the cuteness that is Jeon Jungkook, and I can’t resist teasing him further. “Jungkook,” I whisper, leaning forward, “I would gladly share my door with you to keep you warm.”

“Noona,” He whines, trying to pretend like he wants to get away from me. I would rate his efforts a 1/10 considering his hand is still firmly wrapped around my wrist.

“The iceberg would melt because of how hot you are…” I keep going, arching closer to murmur in his ear, “Just like the Titanic, I would go down on you for hours.”

“Noona!” Jungkook yelps, “Stop playing with me!”

“Fine,” I pout, “But the offer stands.”

“You’re going to kill me…” He mumbles. Dipping his paintbrush into his nearby palette, Jungkook begins to etch the outline of what looks like some sort of flower onto my wrist. The strokes of the brush across my skin make me shiver - something that does not go unnoticed by Jungkook.

His eyes dart to mine, and I feel like crumbling under the weight of the adoration I find within them.

“Kookie,” I glance down, breaking the intensity before it consumed me whole, “What kind of flower is this?”

He mumbles something inaudible.

“What?” My ears strain to pick up the boy who for some reason decided to answer in the language of tiny.

“A tiger flower,” Jungkook turns away to grab a new brush, his hair failing to hide his flushed cheeks. I watch enraptured as he mixes the orange and white shades to get the end result he wants.

Returning to my wrist, he leans down and lightly blows across the drying paint.

“This is unfair,” I mumble as the boy continues to unknowingly seduce me. Or did he know? My eyes narrow as his gaze flicks to mine. Arching a brow, I decide to press him, “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the matching tattoo on your forearm, right?”

“N-no,” Jungkook panics, eyes darting this way and that, “That would be Ludacris.”

Did he just— Not the time.

“Mhm,” I hum, ever the skeptic.

Jungkook swallows before once again resorting to tiny speak, “Okay, yes, it does. I’m asking you to love me, noona. Please.”

My breath escapes me in a whoosh as I stare dumbfounded at the pleading boy who once again starts to paint my wrist. Why is such a beautiful human lacking in adoration? Why does he need my affection when he has six other lovers?

“Why?” The question slips past my lips before I can catch it.

“Because,” He continues to paint, “I can see myself loving you for a very long time, and I just want to be loved back for just as long.”

The silence that falls after Jungkook’s admission feels safe and comfortable. His words swirl around my mind. And as he finishes the flower now adorning my wrist, I give him an answer I’m not even sure he had been waiting for. “Jungkook,” I wait until he meets my eyes, “I don’t think I’m in love with you yet. I’m not even sure I know what love is or what it feels like. But I can see myself falling for you. And I do know that there is a place in my heart labeled ‘Jeon Jungkook’, just like there are six other places for the rest of you… Y’all really do take up a lot of space.”

I let out a little laugh as Jungkook’s lips twitch in amusement. I continue, “It scares me sometimes. How I might fall for all of you and get heartbroken seven times over. But, I might also fall for all of you and get seven times the amount of love in return. And so I’m willing to fight for that chance. Besides, what’s life without a little risk?”

Jungkook is quiet for a moment, and then he whispers, “I really like you, (y/n)-noona.”

I lean closer to him. Our noses brush as I whisper back, “I really like you, too, Jungkookie.”

The smile I get in response is blinding, and I can’t resist pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m done!” Taehyung hurtles through the doorway, lugging a giant canvas that definitely had not been in the room earlier, “I call this masterpiece: ‘My Boo’.”

Gaping, I take in the massive canvas full of swirling colors and abstract shapes. It’s honestly overwhelming and a bit dramatic, but that is Taehyung. And I love it.

“It’s so pretty!” I coo, shuffling over to side-hug Tae.

He shyly hangs his head on my shoulder, “You really think so?”

“Yes, baby,” I nod, “Of course I do.”

One by one the other boys return to present me with their art. Seokjin presents a sea of rainbow colored hearts (“Get it? I see hearts when you’re around!”). Hobi shows off his technicolored sunset (“It’s how I feel when I look at you, (y/n)! Hopeful, but at peace.”). Jimin bashfully hands over a painting of two silhouettes dancing (“It’s us.” *blushes profusely*). Yoongi gives me a black canvas with a portion of lighter blue mixed in (“You make my world brighter.”). Finally, Namjoon shuffles over with a succulent plant in a painted flower pot (“I accidentally elbowed a hole through my canvas… This is my favorite plant, for you.”).

The boys also marvel over the flower that Jungkook painted on my wrist while the younger boy beams with pride. One of them mentions ordering pizza for dinner, and the room clears within seconds as the majority flees in search of a menu.

Namjoon is the last to remain, admiring the art etched on my skin. “You know what it means, right?” He murmurs, thumb tentatively brushing across the dried paint.

“He told me,” I nod, focused on the gentle caress of his fingers.

Namjoon lifts my hand to his mouth and places a light kiss. The motion takes me back to the memory of a few weeks ago where he first had performed the action. “I hope you know the sentiment extends to all of us as well.”

“Oh, does it?” I smile, “You might have to mark me to make it believable.”

“Consider it done,” Namjoon says before pulling me closer to him and placing his lips on my neck. What an opportunist, I muse as he bites down gently. His tongue flicks before his lips once again press down on my neck. Namjoon litters my neck with small kisses. I gasp as he suddenly returns to the initial spot and bites down slightly harder, sucking and licking at my neck afterwards.

“Joon,” I breathe out as he pulls back, looking all smug and proud of himself, “I will get you back for this.”

“I look forward to it, baby.” With that, Namjoon laces his fingers through my own and tugs me out of the room towards the ruckus being caused in the kitchen.

One hour later, the eight of us are piled on the massive living room sofa.

“I think I’m pregnant,” Seokjin moans, rubbing a hand over his stomach. “The father is Papa John.”

“I told you not to race to beat Kook to the last slice,” Hobi shakes his head, “No one ever listens in this house.”

“You get me, bro, you get me,” Namjoon extends his fist to Hoseok who fist bumps him.

I survey the room from where I’m perched on Taehyung and Jimin, one leg hitched over one of theirs. “I thought we were going to watch a movie?” I furrow my brows, “Or was that just a ploy to get me to stay longer?”

Jungkook scrambles to his feet, “I’ll go get Titanic!”

“No!”

“Please, god, no!”

“Noooo!”

The crestfallen expression that crosses Jungkook’s face tugs at my heartstrings. “Aw, Kook, I really inspired you with my words earlier, huh?” His pouting intensifies as he stalks back over to his end of the couch.

“Never let me watch what I want,” He mumbles. Sensing that this is an often fought battle, I shimmy off of Tae and Jimin and head over towards the youngest.

“How about this,” I reason, “Let the group decide what movie to watch, and I’ll sit with you during it.”

“Promise?” Large brown eyes peer up at me. At my nod, his expression brightens, and he pats his legs excitedly.

Settling down on his thighs, I realize I have made a grave miscalculation.

My thigh-riding kink + Jungkook’s muscular thighs = chaos

As the rest of the boys argue between watching Die Hard or The Hangover, I shift my hips slowly to try to get more comfortable. Jungkook’s swift inhale tells me that my move wasn’t as low-key as I had hoped.

“Noona, stop moving,” He mumbles into my hair, his arms firmly circling my waist.

“Sorry, baby,” I mutter back to him, trying hard to reign in my thirst.

The boys finally decide to watch Die Hard. Minutes tick by as the movie I’ve seen multiple times before plays on the screen. I’m only half paying attention, and I’m pretty sure Jungkook isn’t paying attention at all.

His fingers have shifted under my tank top and are drawing patterns onto the skin of my stomach. “So soft,” He marvels, his words ghosting across the skin of my neck.

The effect the boy has on me is deadly, and I retaliate with one of the only ways I can. I grind my hips slowly down onto his. The heat of his body warms my own, the hardness of his cock becoming more and more apparent underneath me.

“Noona,” Jungkook moans, “You’re so unfair.”

I whisper back, “You started it.”

He scoffs, moving my hair to one side of my neck, and pauses. “Oh, what’s this?”

“Don’t even think—”

His lips descend onto my neck, cutting me off mid-sentence. “Insolent child,” I breathe out, trying to keep my shit together despite finding it so fucking hot that Jungkook’s mouth is where Joon’s had been just over an hour ago.

Keeping my eyes firmly on the screen where John McClane is steadily taking down a whole crime organization singlehandedly, I try in vain not to imagine getting double teamed by Jungkook and Namjoon. By the time the credits roll, my panties are a mess. I can feel Jungkook practically throbbing underneath me from being so hard, and I’m pretty sure my nipples could cut through glass.

“What’d you think, (y/n)?” Hobi beams over at me from the other end of the couch.

I plaster a smile on my face like I hadn’t just been imagining the whole room naked and engaged in NSFW activities. “It was iconic as always!”

The boys seem to happily accept my answer. Well, most of them do. Yoongi is staring at me with a suspicious expression. Damn, that boy is too observant for his own good.

“Well,” I decide to try to regain some semblance of self-control, “Where did I put my keys?”

“WHAT!”

“You can’t leave! It’s only 9pm!”

“You said you would would stay overnight!”

I roll my eyes upwards, at least this provided Jungkook an opportunity to tug a pillow onto his lap. “I’m going to get my bag from the car, you fools.”

The boys let out a collectively sheepish “Ah”.

“I’ll walk you, noona,” Jimin stands, making his way over to my side.

“Trying to butter me up, baby?” I can’t help but ruffle his hair, “Okay, come on.”

Jimin and I make our way to the front door where my keys lie on the entryway table. Grabbing them, I head out into the darkness of the front yard with Jimin trailing after me.

“Will you sit with me for the next movie, noona?” Jimin asks, running a hand through his hair as we trek towards my parked Jeep.

“What’s in it for me?” I joke, unlocking the passenger side door and grabbing my bag. Turning back towards the house, I shut and lock my car behind me.

“Cuddles?” Jimin answers, eyes wide and bottom lip poked out.

“Stop that,” I moan, moving swiftly past him, “Puppy-Dog eyes? That’s so unfair!”

“Is it working?” He races to keep up with me, “I think its working.”

“You’re still on my shit list, Park Jimin,” I whirl around, drop my bag to the ground, and grab the front of his shirt. Moving to a standstill with his lips an inch from mine, I say, “Or did you forget?”

Jimin gulps, his eyes dark, “I didn’t forget. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

I place the lightest kiss to his lips, “Good answer.” With that, I pick my bag back up and waltz back into the house. “Are you coming?” I call at the boy still standing in the middle of the front yard.

“Now I know why Kook says you’re mean,” Jimin shakes his head at me as he regains the will to move.

“You’re a fast learner,” I comment, placing my keys back onto the entryway table. “I’ll sit with you.”

“Yay!” Jimin cheers, “I’ll go tell Taehyungie!”

“What?” I screech after the boy’s departing form, “I didn’t know this was some sort of package deal! Lord give me strength…”

Rifling through my bag to double check I have everything, I notice that I seem to be lacking a sleep shirt. How is it that I could pack three different pairs of socks for one night over but forget a fucking shirt?

“SOS,” I call out, zipping my bag back up. Once again, the sound of stampeding steps is heard before the seven of them appear above me.

“Someone needs to give me their biggest and comfiest t-shirt.”

A brief pause permeates the room before all seven boys dart into action. Left all alone in the entryway, I let out an incredulous laugh at how completely whipped I’m becoming for them.

After a few minutes, I hear them congregating in the hall just up the stairs. Just as I’m about to go investigate, they shuffle down. Namjoon presents me with a pile of what must be a selection of t-shirts from the bunch.

“We all want you to wear our clothes, so we decided to make it fair and just let you pick one without knowing who’s it is,” Seokjin explains.

Looking around the room, I can tell they all think this is a magnificent idea. Meanwhile, I’m baffled why they think I wouldn’t know who’s shirt is who’s just from the style, size, and smell. However, I decide to be a nice girl and play along.

“Okay,” I grab the entire pile along with my bag, “I’ll go change.”

“I’m so excited!” Taehyung bounces up and down, “She’s going to pick mine. I know it!”

“That’s because you gave her your Ce��” As Taehyung tackles Jimin to the floor, I take that as my cue to leave.

Speeding up the steps, I make a beeline for Yoongi’s room, entering and locking the door behind me. My bag is tossed on the bed first followed by the sea of mostly black and white clothing. They know me so well already.

I examine my options:

A white Balenciaga t-shirt with “Europe 2018” embroidered in red over the heart,

A soft pink hoodie by Marques’ Almeida with long black silky drawstrings,

A red and black striped Raf Simons long-sleeved shirt with sewn-on patches,

A Fear of God white t-shirt with the iconic “FG” on the front,

A black Mastermind t-shirt with the brandname and a skull and crossbones emblazoned on it,

A black Celine t-shirt also with the brandname on the front, and

A grey long-sleeved t-shirt by Carhartt with the name in blue along the sleeve.

Making my selection, I shake my head over the careless nature these boys handle their extremely expensive clothing. I am almost certain that Jungkook had given me the only shirt of the bunch that was under $100.

Regardless, I fold the rest of the shirts before stuffing them into my duffle bag. If they all want me to wear their clothes, I will - eventually. Quickly, I change into my sleep shorts, tug on what I assume is Hobi’s shirt, and head out of Yoongi’s room.

Opening the door, I blink as seven expectant faces shine back at me. Six expressions fall as one lights up even more. “You chose mine!” Hoseok cheers, running to engulf me in a hug that sweeps me off my feet, “Oh, you look so cute!”

“Can’t. Breathe.”

“Why’d you leave your stuff in Yoongi-hyung’s room, noona?” Taehyung pouts as the rest of the boys try to pretend like they also aren’t miffed.

“Because I’m going to sleep with him?” I march over to Yoongi and hug him from behind, pressing my lips to his cheek. “Is that okay with you, Yoongs?”

The boy grumbles under my show of affection, but his hands come up to clasp over mine as they circle his waist. “I can live with that, I guess.” The eye roll accompanying his words is so evident even when standing behind him.

“You’ll pay for that, baby boy,” I whisper in his ear before biting gently down on his earlobe, reveling in the cute little squeak that emits from him in response.

“She’s still sitting with me and Tae during the next movie, though!” Jimin - ever the instigator - interjects as the group makes their way back downstairs. Yoongi and I shuffle behind them.

The eight of us decide to watch The Hangover next since that had been the runner-up before. Once again, I’m draped between Jimin and Taehyung. This time, I’m fully placed on Jimin’s lap while my legs are sprawled out across Tae’s thighs.

My legs had barely even settled onto his lap before his hands were on them. This time I don’t even pretend like I’m paying attention to the movie. I’m more entranced by the way Taehyung kneads his way up my legs from my ankles to my calves to the insides of my thighs.

Meanwhile, Jimin is snuggled into me tightly. His face is shoved into the crook of my neck, and I honestly think he might be sound asleep. With each breath, Jimin’s pillowy lips brush my collarbone. I couldn’t tell if this is my own personal heaven or hell.

Looking up, I meet the dark gaze of Min Yoongi once again. Neither of us break eye contact as I try to read the look on his face and his body language.

He is either: 1) pissed off by something I did, 2) turned on by something I did, or 3) all of the above.

My hunch is the third. Testing that theory, I slide my tongue across my bottom lip. Sure enough, his eyes track the motion instantly before returning to mine. Bing-pot.

The movies seems to take way longer than it’s hour and forty-something minutes. I blame the combination of my sexual frustration and the varying degrees of awareness of it from the boys.

As soon as the credits roll, I extract myself from the holds that Jimin and Tae had on me. “I’m tired,” I lie.

“Aw,” Seokjin hurries over to me and sweeps me into a tight hug, “Get some beauty sleep, darling. Because, in the morning, I’m making pancakes!”

I place a swift kiss to his cheek, “Sounds perfect.”

I bid the rest of the boys goodnight with similar affections. Slowly, I make my way over to the stairs, knowing that Yoongi is trailing after me closely.

Making sure to put an extra swing in my hips, I climb up the staircase like I was getting paid to do it. Finally, I enter Yoongi’s room, turn to face the boy it belonged to, and tug him inside.

“What the fuck, Min Yoongi,” I hiss before closing the door behind him and shoving him against it.

“What?”

He has the audacity— I take a calming breath.

“You eye-fuck me throughout the entire movie and ask me ‘what’?” My hands curl into the fabric of his shirt.

A small smile makes its way across Yoongi’s face as my glower intensifies, “You can’t expect me not to think about that after you announce to everyone that you’re sleeping with me.”

“I didn’t mean literally, you buffoon,” I groan, turning away to head towards the bed.

Yoongi grabs my hips, halting me in place. “I know. But that didn’t stop me from thinking about what it would be like with you. What it would be like to be selfish with you.”

“You want to be selfish with me?” I ask softly, “What does that mean?”

“It means that I know that Tae was the first to get your mouth, but I want to be the first to give you mine.”

Yoongi’s words steal the breath from my lungs and the chill from my very soul. I gasp out, “You want to taste me, baby? That’s what you want?”

“More than anything,” Yoongi groans, pushing his hips into mine. “Please, (y/n), I’ll do anything to put my mouth on you.”

I pull away from Yoongi so that I can face him. His pupils are blown out, his hair is messy, and his expression is devastating with its pleading look. After being teased by so many of the others for the whole evening, he looks like my salvation.

“Okay,” I nod, lying down with my legs hanging off the edge of the bed. “Do your worst. No, not the time for that expression. Do your best. Please.”

Chuckling, Yoongi sinks to his knees before me, running his hands up my legs and resting on the hem of my shorts. He sends me an asking look, and I nod. His fingers shake slightly as he pulls off my shorts.

Left in nothing but pair of lacy red boy-briefs, I shiver in anticipation as I feel Yoongi slip a tentative finger underneath the remaining material.

“Fuck,” He groans, sliding his finger up and down my folds, “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

“Well, do something about it,” I command, moving my hips up so that he might get the hint to take of my underwear. His finger slides out from underneath them and he doesn’t even hesitate before sucking it into his mouth.

“Yoongi,” I hiss, getting more and more impatient.

Yoongi pulls his finger out of his mouth, “Sorry, (y/n), I just want to savor this moment.”

“You can savor my pussy with your mouth,” I say, “Or are you all talk, Min Yo—”

Quicker than I can comprehend, Yoongi slides my panties to the side and licks a stripe up my folds. I moan as he sucks and licks at my pussy like a man possessed.

“Fuck,” I grab his hair and tug him closer, feeling him moan into me.

The build up of tension and frustration from being surrounded by these boys for the entire day has me on the brink of orgasm already.

Yoongi’s mouth closes over my clit, circling it with his tongue and flicking it slowly.

“More, Yoongi,” I demand.

He listens. Still worshipping my clit, Yoongi slips a finger inside me, curling it in such a practiced way I could scream.

He adds a second. Yoongi’s fingers thrust in and out of me as his tongue continues to taste and tease my pussy.

When he hits a certain spot in me, I moan his name, and I swear he growls. Repeatedly, his fingers hit that same spot inside me and I’m panting, trying my hardest not to come. Not yet.

“Harder!” I moan. Again, Yoongi follows like a good boy, his fingers and tongue picking up the pace.

Pausing to pull my legs over his shoulders, Yoongi meets my eyes. The pinkness of his lips glisten with my juices as he sighs, “I think you might be my new favorite meal.”

Before I can even respond, his resumes wrecking me. He fucks me with his fingers, grabbing at my ass with his free hand.

His mouth devours my pussy, wreaking havoc on my clit with every flick of his tongue.

My thighs quake as my battle to hold off coming becomes too much to endure. My back arches as the pleasure builds up with each quick stroke of his tongue and every movement of his fingers.

As if he knows exactly how to ruin me forever, Yoongi sucks on my clit harshly, and I come, my thighs trapping him between them. Despite it all, Yoongi continues to fuck me, lapping up everything like a starving man.

Soon, the overstimulation hits and I relax my thighs. Pulling his hair, I murmur, “Stop.”

Yoongi obeys.

“Come here,” I sit up, extending an arm out to him. He shuffles forward and when he is within reach I launch myself at him. Kissing him fiercely, I taste myself on his tongue.

“That was so good, baby,” I reach my hand up to stroke his flushed cheek. “Do you want me to help you out?”

“No,” Yoongi shakes his head, “I would rather eat you out again.”

“You’re insatiable!” I cry, tugging out of his hold. “We’ll see…”

a/n: this chap got away from meeee AHHHHHH it’s the longest one yet uwu hope u enjoyed! :) also this is v unedited bc i wanted to post asap so keep that in mind hehe

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koishua · 3 years ago

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(trainee a anon again!! meybe;; i could be ☀ anon if it's not taken??) OMG JJ DANCING IS LITERALLY 🔥🔥🔥 and hes so amaze sjakjdhsjskaj- jamesss is literal moodmaker and never fails to make anyone laugh or smile i just feel so grateful that they have him and his dance too is so good?! yorch omg he really do be stealing spots xD

hi hi!! of course you can be sun anon </3 AGREED‼️‼️ yorch is such a heart stealer 😭😭 he came in and swept everyone by their feet:') but!! i'll never be over jj and James ugh ;-; they're such besties too haha their friendship is adorable:( idk how hybe is collecting the most talented children but 😩😩 some time soon hybe will eventually just accept already professionals bahaha look at jj and yorch and namjoon and jhope 😭😭 they were already doing their own thing before like,, becoming a trainee smh 😔

#☀️ anon

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puppy-phum · 3 years ago

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got tagged by @hils79 ♥ thank you so much, i adore every tag game that has anything to do with music :’D (and now i’ve also been tagged by @s1utspeare my beloved as well as @ashenlights my dear ♥ apparently am too slow for yall smh)

Rules: spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url

so here goes! am trying to pick some songs i have not mentioned before, let’s see how that goes...

Villain - AleXa (알렉사) x

promoting my girl alexa bc she’s just so cool? am a huge fan of her style even if her music doesn’t always click with me. other option would’ve been oneus’ valkyrie bc the rock version owns my ass

If You’re Hearing This - Hook N Sling, Parson James, Betty Who x

very fitting for summer with these chill and swaying vibes. this song makes me super happy bc there’s a lot of hope in it. it also makes me think about some very mundane soulmate aus where some outsider follows other ppl finding their soulmates in a cafe or library of a tiny book shop or the corner of a museum etc, waiting for their own pair to catch up

Sleepy Hollow - Su Lee x

i’ve been listening to this song for a while now but it still feels relatively new. i love the way things get added to the instrumental the song starts with and then it keeps swelling and swelling. also the lyrics are just amazing

How Do You Sleep? - Sam Smith x

this song is my happy place. despite the lyrics this is just so funky and i get even happier when i remember the bts stuff i watched for this. sam smith seemed to enjoy the dancing a lot, and it was so lovely to see them so excited bc of how much they’ve grown and changed. love that for them

Cover Me - Black Math x

my dear kiddo always tells me that my music taste is very soundtrack-y. this song is a proof of that. such haunting, grandiose, movie-like vibes ♥

Odyssey - Talos x

as anyone who’s been following me or has as much as touched binding knows, i’ve fallen hard and deep for talos. their music is just so nice? it’s comforting, mellow, beautiful, emotional. i love the lyrics so much. wild alee is one of my favorite albums i’ve listened to this year, so of course talos needs to be here.

(another option would’ve been adam lambert’s outlaws of love bc i was absolutely obsessed with this weilan fmv last autumn)

uhgood - RM x

even if moonchild is my fave song from mono, uhgood is the song that speaks to me the most. namjoon’s ability to write songs that are relatable in their rawness but very comforting in their interwoven hope is unparalleled. every song on mono feels like a hug. he’s so accepting of the good and the bad and how those two connect. this one felt like a caress to my perfectionist soul.

Nightmare - Halsey x

this one was harder to choose bc apparently my fave songs tend to begin with an n :’D other options would’ve been no mercy by pvris, never be like you by crywolf and not mine by day6. but i have to go with halsey bc her music has become super important to me. also, nightmare is just Amazing and the mv is even better (it also reminds me of her concert i went to last year before all the covid hassle broke out)

THAT’S A JOKE - NF x

would this be a playlist made by me if it didn’t include at least one nf song? unlikely. this album didn’t speak as much to me as the previous two did but i still have various songs from it on my playlist. this one is a banger. the brutality of nf’s songs hits me every time. (no wonder i associate the songs with liu sang haha)

sorry i cannot make yall a playlist so you have to listen to all of these separately ^^’ i hope you found something worth your while!

tagging: @i-am-just-a-kiddo @aheartfullofjolllly @wuyus @wuxien @yibobibo @xia-xueyi @manhasetardis @jazthespazz @xiejie-liubo ♥ no pressure, especially for those who have longer urls :’D also i feel like some of you have already been tagged but i’ll tag you again in that case. have a nice day ^^

#tag game #so much random music #once again #also it's funny how #i started this last night #for hils #and then ppl keep tagging me #yall are impatient :'D #i had to sleep!!#but it's so nice #to know that yall think of me

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jinderellas-castle · 4 years ago

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𝓛𝓪 𝓥𝓲𝓮 𝓮𝓷 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮 (𝓙. 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴) 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1

a n o t h e r s o n g f i c (bc i have no creativity smh) but yee the song is called la vie en rose and i like to listen to one of the covers its a very beautiful song anywho enjoy <3

Masterlist <3

BTS, the famous K-Pop group, has been all over the world, guest starring in numerous different interviews and talk shows. Today would be a little different from their normal activities, today BTS will be going to a small kindergarten to sing and entertain little children. They were very excited to say the least.

“What if the kids don’t like us?”

“Of course they’ll like me, I’m fuckin fabulous,” Jimin quipped at Jungkook as he put his leather jacket on.

Taehyun got up from the couch and chimed in, “and you’re practically one of them so everything will be fine.” Jungkook was quick to flip the two boys off before heading into the limo where the rest of the members were waiting.

When Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin got in the limo, Namjoon was quick to scold the three boys and then asked the driver to start the car.

The drive wasn’t too long, but Jungkook noticed that they were getting farther from the city than he thought they would. While driving to their destination the seven guys played games such as rock paper scissors, and although it was fun, Jungkook could not wait to get out of the limo. As the limo began to slow down there was a small building to their right, and as they began to pull into the makeshift parking lot in front of the building Jungkook started to feel excited. He had to admit that he loved kids, they’re so adorable and small. He was psyched for the small performance they were going to put on for the children.

“Jungkook c’mon why are you just standing there?” Jimin asked, pinching Jungkook’s side before hurrying up with the rest of the group. Jungkook quickly followed suit, walking with the rest of the members into the small school.

The building had a faint smell of sanitizer and art supplies and the sound of children laughing and playing rang through the building. But among all the loud screams and shouts throughout the hallways, there was a soft, kind voice.

“Shh, everyone lower your voices please while we are in the hallway,” it was a gentle command made by who Jungkook assumed was the children’s teacher. The voice was sweet and obviously effective, as the whole hallway went silent. BTS and the camera crew stood in the middle of the main entrance, waiting as a woman led about fifteen kids over to them.

As soon as the little kids saw the famous singers it was loud once again, laughs and cheers filled the main entrance as the members smiled and waved at the little kids. Jungkook noticed that one of the kids was hiding behind the teacher and so he decided to bend down and wave to them.

“My name is Ms. l/n, my class and I are very grateful for you coming today!” L/n bowed slightly and her class followed suit. Jungkook tried to make eye contact with the teacher, but she seemed to be more focused on the kids running around then the Idols in front of her. She had a pretty beige blouse on with intricate flower designs along the collar and a-

“Yo Jungkook, her eyes are up there.”

beep <3

#yet another jungkook fanfic #smh #i love him #short chapter #bts #bts army #bts jungkook #ot7 #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #straight fluff #i am soft for this man #bts jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookie #<3 #eee

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newcaptainofsquad9 · 4 years ago

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So When Can We Tell The World?{6} Min Yoongi x black! fem! reader~Final

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Angst, Romance, Smut, Idol AU

Summary: After figuring out Yoongi’s mistake, you try to make it through the rest of the night at the Grammys away from Yoongi. However, it turns out that you needed time with Yoongi before you actually needed space from him.

Word Count: 21, 777

Warnings: Smut in this chapter and so much angst.

Author’s Note: All right ya’ll the last part, I hope ya’ll have enjoyed this series and let me know your thoughts on it. I’ve been thinking of writing a prequel and even a sequel with this story, so let me know of your thoughts on that as well.

Katie was able to talk me down from leaving the Staples Center early. ‘Enjoy the show’, she says. ‘Maybe you’ll win’, she tells me. I’m now seated between Taehyung and Namjoon, only after begging Jimin to switch seats with me. I would be sitting beside Yoongi right now, yet I don’t think I can bear it, at least right now.

He told me the truth. Big Hit released a statement a few days about us, it’s all over the internet and the entirety of Twitter. For the first time in history I’m trending number one, yet my heart doesn’t feel full. It’s slumped down further against my rib-cage as I scroll through Twitter, more specifically ARMY Twitter.

A few of the comments about Yoongi and I are fine, a little flattering even.

Some of them read:

Yoongi and Y/N looked so amazing on stage, looks like tuning in for the Grammys was worth it.

Yoongi not only collaborated with a powerful rapper and singer, he also managed to date her. Ahem Namjoon it’s your turn 😎.

Did you see the way Yoongi stares at Y/N? And ya’ll say they aren’t really dating. smh Some of ya’ll don’t know what love is and it shows.

The more I scroll, the more hateful it becomes. Not much for Yoongi, how could they bash him? In their eyes he could do no wrong, even though he blabbered about us in front of the entire world. I swallow a heavy lump as the comments pierce me.

They read:

Apparently this isn’t a fucking joke and Yoongi isn’t dating a Korean woman like I thought. What does Y/N Y/L/N have that a Korean woman doesn’t?

I mean of course Yoongi would date a black woman, he is from the ghetto, it’s what he’s used to.

I’m sure Y/N’s problematic. Let’s dig something up ARMY! Maybe her address? I just wanna have a discussion with her.

“Y/N?” Namjoon asks, breaking me from my phone screen.

I glance over to see his face clouded in concern.

“What are you looking at?” Taehyung asks while craning his head down in my screen.

I turn the screen away before tucking it away safely in my my purse by my feet.

“Nothing,” I whisper, “just n-nothing.”

Namjoon nudges my shoulder.

“I saw it Y/N,” he says, “just the haters, ignore them.”

“It’s kind of hard to Joon,” I say, “your ARMY aren’t people to play with, you of all people should know that.”

Taehyung shrugs.

“The ones saying that aren’t true ARMY,” he notes, “we’re here for you and Yoongi hyung, ok?”

Namjoon nods sharply.

“Enjoy the rest of the show, ok? Look, they’re about to announce the next category!” Namjoon exclaims prior to pointing up at the stage.

My eyes follow up as John Legend strolls up to the mic with an envelope in hand. He reads off the nominees for ‘Song Of The Year’ as each song, along with it’s music video flashed the huge screen behind him.

It’s difficult to keep the tears back, however I do with power I never thought I had. Watching our video for ‘All The Crown Players’ tied the knot already in my stomach even tighter. All I want to do is leave, yet I can’t. I can’t do that to the people who helped me get here, hell I worked to get her too. Even for Yoongi. No matter how I feel about him, I can’t let him down like that. He may have done it to me, but I wouldn’t do that to him.

“And the Grammy goes to.......’All The Crown Players!’ Y/N Y/L/N and Min Yoongi!!”

I freeze. Namjoon, Taehyung, Jin, Hoseok and Jungkook all popped up, screaming in my ear as they grab at me. Jimin does the same with Yoongi, who’s eyes are blown wide and lost. He manages to get to the aisle while Jungkook gently pushes me towards him. Yoongi forces a tiny grin as he nods up to the stage. I notice the make up around his eyes look more fresh than the spots around his cheekbones. He cried.

“Y/N!Yoongi! Go on!” Namjoon shouts.

On a spur I take Yoongi’s hand, surprising us both and walk towards the stage.

Once we get up there I shake hands with John and thank him.

“Congratulations guys,” he says, “you’ve earned it.”

Yoongi shakes his hand as well then bows. We take each of Grammys respectively and step towards the mic.

“You go ahead first, Y/N,” Yoongi says.

I nod and wave towards the audience.

“I’d like to thank everyone who supported us! My manager Katie, my brother Kevin, my fans, ARMY! Everyone! Thank you so much for this!” I scream.

The crowd roars and I could have sworn the guys were the loudest. Of course they were. I pull away from the mic to let Yoongi go ahead. He flashes another small smile, pats the small of my back and goes to say what he has to.

“Thank you ARMY! This is only the beginning! More Grammys will come, I promise my fellow members will be up here with me for it!” he declares.

Yoongi pauses to blink through teary, reddening eyes before turning to me.

“I-I just want to thank Y/N for working with me and-”

My heart sinks down even further as Yoongi breaks down completely while sobbing into his hand. I pull him towards me as he trembles against my chest.

“Thank you,” I say.

We leave the stage and move backstage. Yoongi still clings to me, saying those heart wrenching words over and over again. Even after Namjoon manages to calm him down, they still rush around my head.

Please forgive me Y/N, I’m so sorry.

* * *

The soft sheets of my hotel bedroom are soft, comfy and extremely accommodating, yet my mind can’t seem to unwind. Not with Yoongi’s tear stained face clogging my memory. I had to keep my phone out of sight to keep from reading Yoongi’s constant messages. I told him that I needed space before we have a proper conversation right now. My head space isn’t there yet, and I don’t think his is there either.

Just when I start to slip under the covers and relax my phone vibrates yet again. A groan escapes me as I rise, throw the covers off and retrieve my phone from under the basket my room service nachos came in.

What I saw wasn’t another text from Yoongi, but a missed call from Namjoon. I quickly call him back and press the phone to my ear.

“Hello? Y/N?” Namjoon answers.

“Hey Joon, is everything all right?”

He releases a heavy sigh before answering right back.

“It’s about Yoongi, “ he says, “have you talked to him?

My skin flares in equal parts anger and heartbreak.

“No,” I admit, “I told him I needed space, I really haven’t read most of the messages.”

“Well, he hasn’t eaten anything, no matter how hard we try,” Namjoon says.

I pinch the bridge of my nose as a shaky breath comes out of me. The words spill out before I can get a clamp on them.

“Put Yoongi on the phone, please Joon,” I whisper.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Namjoon mutters.

There’s some scratching noises, a few mumbles and footsteps. Namjoon utters something in Korean before going quiet as more loud footsteps can be heard. Yoongi lets out a deep breath, forcing me to brace myself.

“Hey,” he croaks.

His voice sounds strained, lower than it usually is.

“You have to eat Yoongi,” I say.

“Ok,” he says.

He barely whispers it, worrying me even more.

“Are you ok?”

“No, I’m not,” Yoongi says, “my head isn’t right, I can’t eat, not without thinking about how much I fucked up.”

I bite down on my bottom lip at the emotion in his voice.

“It’s ok Yoongi-”

“No, Y/N it isn’t!” he growls.

The change in his voice forces me to sit up. My mouth is already moving before I can think, the weight of what unfolded tonight makes my blood boil.

“I’m sick of this!”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean,” Yoongi counters.

“I’m tired of everything! The arguing, the decisions that have been made-the fans, all of it!”

My voice cracks as tears fill my eyes again. God, it’s so hard. I love him too much, if only I was a little cold hearted, it’d be easier to do this.

“I know,” Yoongi groans.

“Yoongi, please eat and get some rest,” I say, “for me. I’ll meet you at your hotel to talk, that sound good?”

“Ok,” he whispers, “I’ll try.”

There’s a pause, I expect him to say something but the call ends.

My chest tightens as I rest my phone on the nightstand by the bed.

He didn’t even say I love you. The tears flow on their own.

* * *

If there’s one thing Yoongi and the guys taught me throughout our times together (well besides solidifying a strong foundation of self love within myself) it’s being incognito. Yoongi gifted me my own cool, white face mask a few years ago when I traveled to Korea to record a few songs with him and the guys. This is my third time using it since there’s hella paparazzi outside of their hotel and I don’t need anymore scandals for one week.

Once on their floor I can’t help but hold the coffee cup in my hand tighter. There’s a strange howl. It’s got to be one of the guys, Yoongi said this floor was reversed for them, along with their managers, I hope everything's all right. I get to the door and give it a few tentative knocks.

Jin answers it with a relieved sigh.

“Y/N, finally someone here that has some sense,” he says.

“Hi Jin, do you know what that howling noise was-”

I get cut off by Jungkook bellowing a deep battle cry.

“WOOO! Told you I could swamp you Tae!”

I peek my head around the corner to see Jungkook pumping his fist in the air and Taehyung tossing his controller onto the carpet.

“Whatever,” he grumbles as he stands.

“Y/N, hey,” Taehyung says rather awkwardly.

“Hey Tae-”

“Thank God you’re finally here,” Jimin groans as he strolls into the room, “please talk to Yoongi-hyung, he’s been moody all night.”

I raise an eyebrow as Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jin, Namjoon and Hoseok all slip on their hoodies, coats and masks.

“Where are you guys going?” I ask.

“Out,” Hoseok says matter of factually.

Namjoon hums.

“You,” he points at me as he speaks, “are going to deal with Yoongi-hyung while we leave you to it.”

Taehyung flashes me a boxy smile as he nods to the cup of coffee in my hand.

“Iced Americano?” he asks.

I nod.

“Well, that’s one way to start,” Jin says, “bye.”

He’s the first one out and the others aren’t far behind. Namjoon remains. He steps towards me to rub my shoulders gently.

“He loves you,” Namjoon says, “and I know you love him. You got this, ok?”

I nod and Namjoon grins, dimples appearing because of course they do.

“Good luck,” he says before leaving and shutting the door in the process.

* * *

The coffee in my hand feels frigid against my palm as I wonder around the huge hotel suite. I texted Yoongi moments after the guys left, letting him know that I’m here. He gives me no answer, left on read as I wonder around looking for him.

“Hey,” a voice croaks.

I turn on my heels to see Yoongi. He’s bare faced and fresh even with his slight frown. His light blonde hair sweeps across his forehead beautifully, he sports an old concert hoodie and grey sweats. Like yesterday, I want to jump into his arms, yet there’s more restrain with me today.

“I got you your favorite,” I say and hold out the coffee towards him.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow prior to walking towards me, closing the distance between us both.

“Iced Americano? Y/N you didn’t have to,” he grumbles.

“No, Yoongi, I wanted to,” I say, “you look like you could use the pick me up.”

Yoongi stares at me for a moment eyes boring into my own before they sweep down to the coffee in my hand. He takes it.

“Thank you.”

He leads me to his bedroom.

“You can take the bed or the chair if you want,” he suggests.

I look over the messy white sheets of his bed, but opt for the small lounging chair directly across from it. Yoongi flops on the edge of his bed, eyes drawn to the floor as he places the coffee by his foot.

“How’s the coffee?” I ask.

Yoongi shrugs.

“Fine, a few extra sugars would make it better,” he says, “but it’s fine.”

“Ok,” I say, “were you able to eat at all last night?”

Yoongi’s lips quirk into a tiny smile.

“A little,” he admits.

I nod and play with the chair’s armrests. Silence washes over us. I can feel Yoongi’s eyes on me, why isn’t he saying anything? Why can’t I say anything? We’re here to talk, so why can’t I do that simple thing? Is it because of what happened last night? We won a Grammy last night. We should be celebrating yet, here we are lost in silence.

“It’s being taken care of,” Yoongi blurts.

“What is?” I ask.

He sits up and plays with his hands in his lap.

“The hate comments,” he says, “Big Hit can take legal action against them.”

I scoff at his words.

“Do you know how many hate comments there are, Yoongi?”

Yoongi stands.

“I know it’s overwhelming, but it can be done,” he says.

“Yoongi-”

“Just let me fix this!” he yells, “please.”

I blink as he’s now closer, up and standing in front of me with pleading eyes.

“You can’t fix this Yoongi,” I say, “the damage is done, and they aren’t being toxic towards you, it’s all on me.”

Yoongi kneels down in front of me, his eyes flooding with tears.

“That doesn’t matter, you’re my girlfriend,” he says, “it affects me. Does that even matter to you?”

“Of course it does!” I growl, “all I ever did was care about what you wanted! I wasn’t comfortable with going public and I still felt bad for you! Yes I’m your girlfriend, but does my opinion even matter!”

“You know it does Y/N,” he says.

I laugh, stand and step past him.

“That’s hard to believe since you didn’t think about the consequences,” I say, “after I told you it wouldn’t work out as smoothly as you thought.”

“Well it’s out!” Yoongi shouts, “maybe if you just ignore the comments it wouldn’t be so bad!”

My heart hammers against my ribs as the tears roll don’t my cheeks. Is he hearing himself right now?

“Y/N-”

“I got death threats Yoongi,” I sob, “how the fuck am I supposed to ignore that!”

His eyes soften as he approaches, wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me close. I try to push him away, yet it’s futile as his strong embrace draws me in as the sobs continue. Words bubble up in my throat, but the sobs that wrack my body defeat them as Yoongi pulls me as close as he can.

“Shhh,” he coos, “I’ll protect you, I promise, Y/N. I promise.”

His lips brush against my forehead as he leads me towards the bed. I giggle through the tears at how messy his bed is, in this moment I don’t even know why.

“Are you ok?” he asks.

“No, I don’t think I am.”

Yoongi frowns before gesturing to the bed.

“Lay down, if you want,” he says, “get comfortable, let’s talk.”

I allow myself to fall against the soft, satin sheets, eyes fluttering close at the feeling. The bed dips, Yoongi’s body shifts until I feel him right beside me. My eyes open to see his soft expression; eyes still soft, hair falling further against his forehead, almost over his eyes. His mouth stays in a fixed frown as his hand reaches out to my face.

“C-Can I touch you?” he barely whispers.

I nod and scoot until we’re an inch a part. Yoongi opens his mouth a few times, however he doesn’t speak. All he does is stroke my arms lovingly and stare at me. It’s nice, a change of pace from our constant arguments lately. The circumstances could be different, but in this moment I’m content.

“Be honest with me, Y/N,” he says, “do you-”

He pauses to purse his lips as his eyes water. I hold his hand and gently stroke his knuckles.

“Yoongi, it’s ok,” I say, “tell me.”

Yoongi sniffs, face contorting in pain as he tries to get himself together.

My heart breaks at this, of course I’ve seen him raw and emotional before but it wasn’t at this level. He’s never broken down this hard in front of me, I can’t help but let my own tears fall because of it.

“Y/N, d-do you want to break up with me?” he asks.

The words slip, so does his tears. His body heaves, rocks and trembles as he buries is face into the sheets below. My hands find his back, he tenses up, then relaxes as his sobs start to lessen. He turns over with a heavy sigh, eyes red and damp once our eyes meet again. My thumbs rush up to wipe the tears for him as he chuckles lowly.

“I-I’m sorry I’m such a fucking mess I-”

I silence his words with a kiss, forcing him to freeze before he gradually returns it. Our lips move through unwanted tears, along with soft touches until Yoongi pulls back to look at me.

“D-Do you want us to be over?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“No, Yoongi, I don’t,” I declare, “we need time from each other though.”

Yoongi nods.

“We go back to Korea tomorrow,” he says, “this might be the last time you see me for a while.”

“I-I had a feeling. Yoongi-”

“Y/N-”

Yoongi chuckles when we cut each other off.

“Y/N, you can go first.”

“Yoongi, I love you, I-I just wanted you to know that. It just felt like you didn’t believe me when you asked if I wanted to break up.”

Yoongi plays with my fingers and shakes his head.

“You know I believe you,” he says, “I just, I thought I screwed things up for us big time but I’m glad I didn’t. “

“Were you serious about dealing with those hate comments?”

Yoongi nods sharply.

“Yes, and those people who wrote those things aren’t fans,” he says, “a true ARMY respects us, everything about us.”

His voice is laced with so much passion, my heart swells, in a good way this time. Our eyes stay connected as we kiss once more. Yoongi moans into it, head lulling back as his hands make their way down my sides, brushing underneath my hoodie.

“What are you feeling for Yoongi,” I say against his lips.

Yoongi ducks his head into the crook of my neck, pulling me so that I straddle him.

“I missed you, I’m going to miss you when I leave,” he whines, “I watched you all last night in that dress, urging for your touch.”

I giggle at his words.

“But we did touch, held hands even.”

“You know what I mean,” he grumbles, “only if you want to, that is?”

Yoongi pulls back with an adorable, inquisitive stare. The dryness under his eyes remains from his tears, yet the easy going, soft stare he’d usually give me is back and I can’t help but kiss him again.

“Yes, Yoongi,” I say, “you can touch me, can I touch you?”

“Please Y/N, I’m yours.”

We kiss, bodies pressed against each other: me flushed down on Yoongi’s while he presses himself against me. My fingers move to his hoodie, he lifts it to help me get it off quickly. Underneath he smells of fine lavender, his toned chest revealed to me without a shirt.

“No shirt?”

Yoongi shakes his head.

“I had just finished in the shower when you got here,” he explains, “to lazy to put one on. Now come back here.”

Yoongi pulls me back towards him, lips attaching themselves to my neck as his hands gently ghost over my breasts. He groans as he bunches my hoodie up and over my head.

“Why didn’t you take this off sooner?”

I can’t help but giggle, toss my hoodie to the side, along with my shirt and lean down to nibble his neck. His soft groans force me to continue and plant soft kisses down his chest. I gasp at the growing need in his sweats, he bites down on his lips and shudders.

“You’re so reactive, Yoongi.” I whisper against his skin.

“Only for you jagi,” he purrs, “c’mon, I need to feel you. All of you.”

I nod in agreement as he fiddles with the buttons of my jeans, sliding them down to my ankles.

“No, all the way down,” he breathes, “I want you against me.”

I do what he says giddily.

“So, this isn’t our usual quickie?”

Yoongi shakes his head while discarding his sweats, revealing nothing underneath them as well, his member springing to life.

“Of course not, Y/N,” he mutters, “wait, didn’t we have time when we did it in my studio?”

I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, but Namjoon interrupted us, remember.”

“Oh yeah, well just come here, please,” he groans.

I discard my underwear and lay back down next to him. Yoongi’s quick to get on top this time, hovering over me with arms on either side of me. There’s so much admiration in his eyes, I get lost in them as my eyes begin to water again. Yoongi notices and gently cups my face.

“Are you ok? Do you want to stop, Y/N?”

I shake my head.

“No, I still want you Yoongi, it’s just, you look at me-the way you look at me is a little overwhelming sometimes.”

Yoongi flashes a gummy smile.

“I hope that’s a good thing.”

“I-It is, you’re too adorable for your own good sometimes,” I say, “I’m so happy my first Grammy was with you.”

Yoongi’s eyes sparkle before he kisses me, easing himself close towards my entrance.

“I’m happy too, God Y/N-”

His hitches and my back arches as he carefully slides inside me. My arms rush around his back, forcing him to groan as he settles completely inside.

“Yoongi, ah y-you can move.”

Yoongi nods as he pulls out slowly and thrusts back in, repeating his action as his speed steadily builds. My head lulls back at how he manages to hit my sweet spot so well, over and over again.

“Mmh, Y-Yoongi-”

He cuts me off with a low grunt and presses his lips against mine, suppressing the moan that came from low in my throat.

“Y/N, how close are you jagi?”

My eyes barely stay open as he continues his powerful thrusts, hands holding my waist as my climax grows closer.

“I-I’m so close Yoongi!”

“Ah, I feel it!” he groans, “I-I love you!”

My climax comes as I cling to him. Yoongi removes my arms from around his to intertwine our hands as I finally reach my high. He groans, pulls out before coming all over the sheets beside us. The sound of our breaths fill the room as we both laugh in the afterglow.

“Y-you could have grabbed a condom, nasty,” I giggle.

Yoongi shrugs and pulls me back against him.

“We’re leaving tomorrow anyway,” he notes, “gosh, you’re so beautiful, do you need anything before we clean up?”

I shake my head and snuggle against his chest.

“Nothing, all I need right now is you.”

* * *

“So, you guys won’t be back until your tour in a couple months?”

Yoongi nods.

He’s in his studio right now, alone while we’re on facetime.

“I know you said we need space apart, but I hope to at least grab some lunch together before tour actually starts,” he suggests, “your choice.”

I can’t help but grin against my pillow.

“Sounds like a plan. Yoongi I-”

I’m cut off by Namjoon stepping into his studio with a notebook in hand. They must be ready to work.

“I’ll catch you later,” I say.

Yoongi frowns.

“What were you going to say?” he asks.

He’s so adorable when he frowns, the duality of this man.

“I love you, don’t work too hard.”

Yoongi flashes that same gummy smile again.

“I love you too.”

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bangtansfavwriter · 5 years ago

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💘bangtan as boyfriends: namjoon💘

(this cutie tho💕💗💞💓)

- the touchy kind of bf, your relationship can be described with one word: sensual

- bonds with you mentally and physically (👀)

- at the same time, very awkward with you when the guys are around

- but whenever it's just the two of you... oh my ..... you're in your own personal and highly intimate bubble

-a man of ... dualities... will talk about Aristotle with you and then ask you about your favourite pokemon

-will teach you about the richness of the finest wines while he's sipping on his capri-sun

-very passionate about your relationship and highly protective of you

-helps you deal with life in general, mostly with some daily tasks, will be ur mental support when actually can't be with you

-sends you pics of everything he finds interesting when he's away, there's a "joon on tour🌏💕" folder on your phone with pictures of unique statues, selcas, amazing food and loots of photos of landscapes and the sky. and of course.... 🦀☺️

- you cry at over trivia: love at least once/month, as it is the one song that always lifts your spirits, you once had an awful day where absolutely nothing was right and you crawled into bed in hopes to just fall asleep already (at 6pm smh) just to forget how shitty life can be sometimes. you listened to music, hoping that this would help you fall asleep, but no avail, you were just laying there, trying to keep yourself from crying. you didn't even notice that namjoon slowly snuck into the bedroom, until you felt the weight shift in bed and him pulling you into his chest. he knew. you knew by the way he held you and caressed your hair. "y/n?" he whispered and lifted your face to look at him. your teary eyes couldn't avoid his, but you couldn't complain. He smiled at you warmly, hugged you again and then softly sang the chorus of trivia: love, reminding you of his love for you (and laughed/cooed when you finally started sobbing)

-he took the supporting thing to a questionable level when he tried to cook for you and almost burned the house down and you reminded him of that incident everytime you saw a fire extinguisher, it became a running gag between you two

fire extinguisher:

you: oh, reminds me of the time you almost turned the kitchen to -

joon: i did it in good will and this is what i get

- manliest man in every other occasion, babiest baby when he's drunk, one loud mf tho (you once took scissors away from him when he was shit-faced drunk and he got emotional bc "you love me that much huh y/n, you protect meeee~, love you so so so much, y/n~", and you have to remind yourself why you signed up for this)

- very soft for you, will try to initiate cuddling but gets shy very often, you're his reminder that being soft and gentle is indeed something good

-will get inspiration to write when you guys are together, whether you are cuddling, going out somewhere or even fighting

-you cussed the shit out of him once when you trusted him to hand in an important paper for you, as you had fly to another country for urgent business and .... he forgot. he literally has no reason, he simply forgot and this was the only time you actually cussed at him and it was, well... believe it or not he wrote his cypher pt.V verse based on that

-and a heart-wrenching ballad after that because you were so mad that you said you needed a break, said break lasted 2 days after maknae line was at your doorstep and asked you to take namjoon back bc "he literally didn't sleep ever since your fight and barely leaves his studio" (jimin) and you knew that over working himself like this was a very obvious sign that he's not in his right mind, so you gave him a call and you two met up and reconciled ("your hook in cypher seemed awfully familiar tho" - "....i wrote a ballad for you" - "cypher always wins, joon" --- 2 years later it turned out said ballad became spring day pt 2, it wouldn't leave the charts --- "y/n, even the charts won't let me forget the one time i screwed up" - "and neither will i" - "petty lil shit")

- your thighs have become rock-solid bc this man would take u biking every damn weekend, "why are you wheezing like that?" - "idk, joon, maybe because my lungs are failing" - "don't be so dramatic, y/n" (proceeds to laugh about your misery)

-but he'd make it worthwhile with a nice picnic during the day

-makes it even better with a candle-lit dinner at a cozy restaurant near his place, that had fantastic pasta aglio e olio ("joon, this is the best food i had in a while, but you may have to carry me home" - "same, I'm so full but it was so worth it" - "hell yea, but...I'm serious about the carrying part" - "??" - " I can't move my legs" - "oh my god" - "this is what happens when im forced to do sports")

- you spent many cozy nights with him where you just pampered yourselves and talked about all sorts of things

-he could listen to you for hours, no one fascinates him as much as you do and he's convinced that you're the most hilarious person he's ever met, although you can't quite understand why he thinks that, he never really explained it either

-you have discussions about all sorts of things, he loves it when you challenge his views, bc that keeps the fire alive ya know

-tbh he's quite possessive , ngl there.. he once saw you joking around with jungkook who smiled and stared at you with heart eyes (!his opinion!)

- namjoon was very disgruntled but didn't say anything bc jungoo is babie and so are you, but it was a whole other thing when jin drunkenly flirted with you one day but it wasn't anything harmful tbh, yet namjoon was FUMING

-jimin was so kind to drag his hyung away from you, since you were too polite and too awkward to tell bangtans oldest off, but you knew how chaotic jin could be, especially when drunk, so you didn't bother much tbh..... but namjoon did. the following day, when you went over to theirs, a very distressed jimin opened the door. you shot him a quizzical look to which he simply said: "yesterday's aftermath". jin stormed towards the door when he saw you, which startled you, but jin grabbed both your hands and profusely apologised for his behaviour the day before. you noticed namjoon glaring in the back, while you listened to jin, who was unaware of namjoon in the back. "so are we good? we have to be good or namjoon's gonna kill me". you started laughing and reassured him and all of you were ok again, jimin took a deep sigh in relief.

- very loyal to you, almost fought a staff member who bad-mouthed you when your relationship became known to bighit

- that was the time you knew namjoon would always have your back, and you knew that this man was worth every kind of hassle that could await you and your relationship (like a unintentional arson by a clumsy man who just wanted to cook)

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chimtaera · 5 years ago

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imagine model namjoon.

ok let’s not kid ourselves

boy’s already a model

he’s got the body.

got the looks.

what can i say, he’s no super model (too clumsy), but he get’s around with the more diverse castings yanno

probably got started on instagram,

with his #kimdaily outfits

which are sometimes just chill, pretty, sporty, casual, cool

and other times completely wacky and just ??? how did you even think to wear those ??? at the same time?? together ???

he always looks good tho

but some looks will give you whiplash. ur warned.

but that’s part of his appeal tbh

hhhh probably gains a lot of popularity when one of those more ‘out there’ outfits circulates on twitter or reddit and people are like “hOW does he make that work??? why does it look good??? is he just that hot??”

the answer is yes.

from there he builds a solid following.

for his great looks, great fashion sense, and his 4am instagram stories that are just a black pic with like a three paragraph text about how rain might feel if it had feelings.

also, solid music recommendations omg

you probably make ur own spotify playlist with just his recommendations.

ok ok so you best bELIEVE when this boy finally gets cast for a show he’s gonna fall on his ass and go viral

claim to fame baby

probably becomes a meme and rolls with it tbh

like he’ll share the memes in his story, so as not to ruin the ・ﾟ:*aesthetic*:・ﾟand react to them and shit

but then also get on live and talk at length about how faceplanting on the catwalk impacts your self-esteem, how he’s habit he could benefit positively from such an embarrassing moment, and how there’s a lesson for everyone here, and that he hopes all our embarrassing moments may in some way benefit us one day.

he’s such a sweetheart im-

so you might be a stylist?

a hair stylist?

makeup artist?

fellow model?

whatever you’re comfortable with.

you definitely see him on instagram first tho

you came for the memes but are super impressed with his profile and end up staying for the music.

...... and him.

he’s hot, come on.

also 90% of networking is done on instagram these days let us be real.

okay so oNE DAY, or like late evening, who cares

he post a music recommendation and you’re like !!!!!!!!

it’s that low key indie band with like only one EP out that you found on some obscure spotify playlist and you’ve been jamming to since october

and apparently namjoon has too because they’ve released a new single and you didn’t even know ????

and you’re so excited your fingers slip and oopsie you’ve sent a short but rambling message explaining exactly that into his DM’s

instant regret.

then the anxiety bubbles up in you.

and then you calm yourself and convince yourself that he gets a LOT of messages he probably won’t even see yours, so it’s fine it’s fine it’s-

next morning you have a reply

a new follow

and a mcfUCKING LIKE ON A PICTURE OF YOU FROM TWO WEEKS AGO

yikes, you didn’t even have time to give your feed a spring cleaning

you just like his short “ikr!!!!”, too mortified to reply.

alas, the regrets!

but also

the butterflies.

then you see him at an event one time.

it’s fashion week, you’re hecking busy and about to leave because it’s like midnight and you’ve got places to be tomorrow

but it’s always so strange to see people from insta irl like ??? all those dimensions??? you really be lookign like that ??? damn.

once you’ve stared long enough to be certain that’s actually what he looks like (so handome!!! so tall!!!! wtf!!!! who allowed this??) you turn to leave just as he glances up and cetches your eye for like the tiniest fraction of a second

and you hightail it outta there and hope to heaven he doesn’t know you were staring.

but he likes your pic from the party the next morning and you almost choke on your coffee and the lump in your throat stays there all day

and you’re like, am i?? catching feelings ??? for the catwalk faceplant guy??? you’ve never even talked to the man smh

he’s fucking hot tho.

so, fashion week ends and with it comes another party

you can finally relax, celebrate, wind down from the long week.

yA THOUGHT lmao

you’re talking to some designer about their next project and they’re going on about this instagram dude who’s already on board when they start waving someone over like “hey hey, there he is, y/n have you met kim namjoon yet?”

you turn around you’re like !!!!! fuck. he’s so much taller up close.

“hey, no, yeah, no, but i’ve seen you on, uh, on instagram. i think.” smooth, y/n.

after introductions, the designer gets pulled along into some other conversation and you and namjoon are kinda awkward for a minute.

you just sip your drink like ‘fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck aaaaaaa’

but then he asks you easy questions about what you do and what you’ve been working on this week and it’s the same thing you’ve been talking about with everyone you’ve met this week so it goes pretty smoothly

he makes it easy for you, like he’s very attentive, nods along enthusiastically asking follow-up questions and seems genuinely interested in your work it’s so nice! he’s so nice!

and you ask him the same things you’ve asked everyone else this week like you haven’t seen everything on his instagram already.

actually you’ve missed a few things since you’ve been so busy and your interest is genuine, before you know it the two of you are at a table and getting along like a house on fire, showing each other pics from the week.

he asks you send him a pic from one of the shows he didn’t get to see and when he do he’s sees your old messages and is like ?? oh !!

i mean, he totally knew it was you, but he had forgotten the part about that obscure indie band and the new single, so he shows you!

you’ve been following them even closer since then so you know they’re playing a gig in like two weeks and you tell him.

turns out he’s missed this info because of fashion week and he’s super excited!! you guys have to go together!!!¨

“i mean, we don’t have to- it’s just, i don’t know anyone else who listens to them, i could probably go alone, but, you know, it would be cool-”

and of course you’ll go with him, so you two exchange numbers and end up texting the next two weeks.

at first you’re just making tentative plans to meet and go to to the gig, but then there’s a gallery opening the same day, and you know this realy good thrift shop nearby that he should check out, and you guys should get dinner before because namjoon knows this really cool place and-

and it’s a date.

namjoon has every intention to kiss you that night after the gig, but he wants to ask you first and he’s not sure exactly how so he’s just like “um ??? can i ??? uhhh ?? do you ??? uh”

and ur like, “hey, namjoon, i really want u to kiss me, please?”

the rest is history.

you two are too cute, with your instagram aesthetic and lowkey couple outfits, and highkey couple pics, i’d follow.

you two would be gOALS, and it does wonders for both your careers tbh

omg imagine all the cool collaborations you two could do.

and eventually namjoon would go viral again when the paparazzi captures him spilling his coffee and your cute reaction.

but the best thing about dating model namjoon is he makes you your very own playlist.

and you get your very own story highlight with all the aesthetic pics he snaps of you just like buying milk and stealing his fries, and exploring the city on sundays afternoons, going vintage shopping and reading in the park, titled: “bae.” with every colour heart.

hyping each other in the comments always.

and the thirst omg

anyway, nsfw under the cut.

so you take it kinda slow at first because turns out namjoon has a huge crush on you and he lowkey can’t keep his hands off you but also wants to “date you properly”, whatever that means.

props to you if you get impatient with him and tease him a little, a thirst trap here, a netflix and chill there, sending a sexy song his way, or even better post it on your story for him to see.

if it doesn’t provoke him to action it’ll at least get him hard flustered, which is cute.

in the end joon is a soft boy and you can sit up all night talking, so you end up talking about sex long before having it.

and that just makes it all the more special tbh

and when it does happen, it’s like everything else the two of you do, a little awkward at first, a little clumsy, fumbly, but a lot of fun, and it’s namjoon, and you love namjoon. so, so much.

like it doesn’t matter if he accidentally bumps your nose, because he’ll apologise and the two of you will just giggle and continue.

and he might pull your hair on accident, but that way you can admit to him that it’s.. kinda hot.

and when your teeth collide when you kiss it’s only because any amount of distance between you quickly becomes unbearable, and you both need each other so, so much.

imagine slow, lazy sunday morning snuggle fuck with namjoon.

and then later when you’re on a blanket in the park reading both your books he’ll get distracted, thinking about it, lean in close and tell you something ridiculous like he wishes you would wake him up by sitting on his face.

and imagine backstage heavy petting after a show, leaving the afterparty early, because you’re both buzzing with unrelieved tension and namjoon is very hard in his pants, pressing himself against you as you try to have a polite conversation with some influencer.

love, love, loooooves, watching you ride.

and he’ll go down on you for hours if you let him, honestly.

anytime, anywhere tbh

how did you get so lucky?

#namjoon smut #namjoon scenario #namjoon #namjoon imagine #bts scenarios #bts smut #BTS au #bts imagines #bts reactions #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop imagines

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Love Maze »22

Previous » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 8.8k ▎ ch.warnings: profanity, chaotic humor, unhealthy drinking habits, drinking, talk of anxiety, koo has a mild anxiety attack, angst, fluff tae is the best bf i busted at least 3 uwus editing this, dirty talk, public bathroom fucking and koo is somewhat of an exhibitionist, in this chapter I present dom!koo and sub!tae but tae is also a damn brat smh (they switchin it up often lmao), I had second hand embarrassment during the sudden daddy kink but here we go enjoy it's kind of hot, DADDY kink, oral, anal (PLEASE USE LUBE IRL THIS IS FICTION WHY WOULD YOU EVEN--), tae's muscle kink shines through, soft fluffy rotten sweetness. ok that's it I think; post.

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang ♡♡♡

The following day was spent chilling around the apartment; playing video games, cuddling, until it was time to start getting ready for the sudden dinner that came about yesterday. Luckily everyone was free despite the short notice. They were out the door soon after, coincidentally bumping across Namjoon and Jisoo at the same time. The pair seemed overly excited, which only rubbed off on Taehyung’s much more composed persona. The elder was excited, but the thought of yesterday’s findings were still fresh. He did a decent job of masking it, though. Tonight was going to be a great night.

So far, Tae was right. As he sat around a dimly lit table surrounded by their chatty friends, Taehyung felt at ease. The sound of the grill’s light sizzling served as background noise.

“So yeah, she finally let me fondle her boobs.” Hoseok mumbled through a mouthful of meat, the alcohol in his system making him all the more shameless. “I love her to pieces, sex is not all I think about. But.. you know. I’m a guy with needs.”

Taehyung chuckled, bringing up a glass of water to his parched mouth.

“Kook, why are you not drinking?” Jimin noticed, filling up a glass for the younger. “Let loose, come on!”

Jungkook chewed his spoonful of rice, his doe eyes had been glancing at the others drinks more than he should've. He swallowed tightly, bumping his fist on his chest to make sure it went down properly. And conveniently, the drink Jimin poured him seemed awfully alluring. ''Ah, well...'' Kook glanced over at Taehyung for a split second, shrugging. It was a special occasion after all, one drink couldn't hurt. He would drink responsibly. ''Yeah, why not.'' He grabbed his glass and slowly brought it to his lips, tilting his head back to get a taste. Why was it like an itch in his soul was being scratched the very second he swallowed down the bitter drink? No matter, it was just this once.

“Tae, earth to Tae. I wasn’t done,” a tipsy Hoseok repeatedly tapped on the younger’s shoulder, not too thrilled that Taehyung shifted his focus to something else. Jungkook, to be more specific. Taehyung attentively watched him down most of the strong drink in one go, pausing his eating to keep a close eye on Kook, one hand softly caressing the younger’s rigid thigh from underneath the table.

“Taehyung, are you alright?” Since she was sat right across from him, Jisoo had a proper view of Tae’s worried antics.

“Huh? Sorry, yeah. I am.” He quietly sighed, trying to not be affected by the loud, famished gulps coming from beside him. Despite the younger telling him that there was nothing to worry about, Tae had a hard time believing him.

“Anyways—“

“Hoseok, we don’t want to hear about your sex life.” Yoongi hissed once he sat down his empty glass. “my bad, your nonexistent sex life.”

Jin laughed, but stopped just as quickly when Hoseok turned to glare at him. Taehyung would’ve laughed as well if he wasn’t so caught up in his thoughts, but it seemed impossible to think of anything else. Jungkook was several drinks down at this point, obviously not keeping his initial promise to himself of 'just one drink'. But it was fine, he wasn't out of control. He knew what he was doing. At least that's what he thought, but then again; he was visibly drunk at this point. Kook listened in on his hyungs antics, paying only half of his attention at them, the main focus being how fucking good he felt, simply embracing the simplicity of feeling numb. Every single worry he'd had the past few months were finally being drowned by the alcohol in his system. Kook downed the last of his drink, his hazy eyes glancing over at his boyfriend. Taehyung is so gorgeous, it was all he wanted to focus on.

''Hey...'' He leaned in close, breath laced with the strong scent of alcohol that fanned Taehyung's ear as he spoke into it. ''You look really pretty in that tan you've worked up.''

Simply because Taehyung wasn’t surprised didn’t mean he wasn’t disappointed. At the rate Jungkook kept pouring his own drinks, Tae saw this coming; the slurred speech, his constricted pupils— everything. “Jungkook, you’re drunk.” The elder muttered, not used to seeing his boyfriend in such a messy light. Before, Kook rarely got wasted. Was there some sort of pain the younger was experiencing? Something that made him want to feel absolutely nothing? “Here, have my water.” Taehyung knew Jungkook was already in too deep, but he wanted to help the only way he knew how.

“Damn, Jungkook’s drunk already?” Jin arched a brow, seeing Tae attempt to make his boyfriend drink a glass of cold water. The elder didn’t answer him, internally questioning if it wasn’t already obvious enough. Of course Jungkook was drunk, the strong liquor exuding from the barely conscious male was pungent.

Jungkook grabbed the glass of water, taking a gulp of it before realizing that it was just that; water. He frowned, putting the glass back down on the table. He wasn't that drunk-- in his own opinion. ''mm fine,'' He slurred, eyes unfocused as they flickered between his hyungs, looking for one thing only; another drink. He was in control, he was fine. ''I want more soju--'' He whined, reaching for one unopened bottle on the table to grasp it in his hand.

Taehyung’s instincts were quick to latch his fingers around Jungkook’s wrist, stopping him from reaching towards another enticing bottle of the heavily loved beverage. “Kook, I think you’ve had enough..” Taehyung mumbled, standing up from his spot and swinging one of his boyfriend’s arms around his shoulders, steadying him on his wobbly feet. He was wasted. Just how many more drinks did he sneak in?

“Leaving already?” Jisoo’s brows frowned, pouting her lips once Tae answered her with a short nod of his head.

“Yeah, he’s out of it.” The elder sighed in defeat, reaching for his car keys in the front pocket of his pants before bidding goodbye to their friends.

“Kook, come on. Help me out here.” Taehyung grunted as he practically dragged him outside, receiving a series of dirty glances from a few tables. He guessed it was a bit off seeing this in a somewhat fancy place, but Tae didn’t care. All he cared about was getting Jungkook into his car without any scratches. And that’s what he did. Once he’d buckled in his sweaty boyfriend, Taehyung walked over to the other side before plopping down on the driver’s seat.

“Jungkook, what the hell is going on..?” He brushed away the strands of hair that stuck on to the younger’s forehead, a buildup of concern accumulating in his chest. Jungkook leaned back against the headrest with a sigh, the sweat on his temples catching strands of his dark hair. His eyes were glazed over with his drunken haze, the initial good feeling subsiding as he heard more clearly than Taehyung was not happy. It's crazy how alcohol could swing your mood into a totally different direction of emotions, amplifying them a tenfold. He started to feel like shit.

"Nothings going on.." Koo attempted, but it wasn't convincing, his voice unstable. Kook's gaze was fixed on the nothingness in front of him, and he felt the worries he'd been trying to momentarily stomp down creep up on him in the form of anxiety. He'd had issues with his anxiety attacks every now and then-- even Tae had seen it first hand once. Maybe twice. But since Jungkook had found out that drinking did help, it felt like a remedy he'd grown attached to. Even if it was just temporary. But now, it just felt like he fucked up. He couldn't even hold his promise to himself of not drinking for one day. One fucking day. Kooks breathing quickened as he wasn't sure what to do or say, the confined space suddenly felt suffocating, eyes flickering between objects in the car while clawing at his thighs. "Shit..."

“Jungkook, hey..” Taehyung’s warm hand slid down to caress Jungkook’s cheek, the sweat on the younger’s pale skin making his thumb’s glide close to effortless. “Baby, take a deep breath.” His other hand reached for his boyfriend’s strained one, pressing a hint of pressure on Jungkook’s lap to stop it from bouncing in place. Hating seeing the younger in such a helpless state, Tae leaned forward to engulf him in his arms, cupping the back of Jungkook’s head with his palm. “Kook, I’m worried. Really fucking worried...” He mumbled against the boy’s temple, tightly closing his eyes whilst he listened to his boyfriend’s breathing slowly go back to normal. Still, Jungkook was far from ‘normal’.

Something was off, and it killed Taehyung not knowing.

Jungkook's shaky breath slowed down to what was deemed mostly normal, his hands immediately switching from clawing his thighs to grasping Taehyungs shirt. Pressing his body closer, he felt himself calm down further, the slow spin of his drunken state causing his body to want to rock back and forth-- but keeping himself in place through Tae. Kook pressed his forehead against the elders shoulder, taking one deep breath after the other. This was embarrassing as fuck. "I wanna go home..." He didn't want to talk yet. Not here, not now. He knows if he was pressured further, he'd spill too much, and the last thing he wanted was to worry his boyfriend further. Although, it seemed a bit too late for that. Maybe he just... should say something. "I'm just really stressed out lately..."

Taehyung wanted to ask him.. to dig deeper into what was causing the clear signs of stress but he bit down on his tongue. Jungkook was in no position to go into specifics, and Tae was going to respect that no matter his urges. “Yeah, let’s go home.” With one last squeeze to the younger’s thigh, Taehyung turned his keys before driving off to the one place they both needed— especially Kook. The younger desperately needed a good night’s sleep, and some aspirin.

As they finally arrived at home, Jungkook was guided by his boyfriend up the tedious stairs. By the time they arrived in the apartment, Jungkook had sobered up just a smidge, just enough to be able to walk on his own, even if it was a bit unsteady. ''Thanks babe.'' he muttered, leaning in to place a lazy kiss on his cheek before trying to walk without help, managing enough as he headed towards the kitchen, kicking off his shoes on the way. He felt sweaty, running his fingers through his hair, fucking exhausted.. He opened the fridge out of habit, this time looking for anything but a drink, sighing when all he was met by was the alcohol. He closed it rather harshly before opting for a glass of water from the tap, keeping one hand on the sink as he chugs it down.

“Here, take this with it.” Taehyung handed Kook an aspirin he’d rummaged for in the pantry, running his hand through Jungkook’s noticeably sweaty hair, gently untangling the small knots that’d formed from how many times the younger’s fingers had swam past it. “Baby, come on. Let’s get you to bed.” With that being said, the elder slowly led his boyfriend to their shared bedroom, urging him to lay down on the edge of the bed whilst Tae worked on discarding Jungkook’s clothing. He pulled off his uncomfortable pants, leaving Kook in his pair of briefs without nothing on top. Quickly, Taehyung jumped in bed with the younger after he’d taken off his own attire, wanting nothing more than to feel their skin press up against one another from under the protective blanket. “Are you comfortable there? Or do you need me to move.” The elder asked, one of his hands resting atop Jungkook’s slightly rhythmical, broad chest as he leveled himself up on his elbow, staring down at his boyfriend with concern in his sharp eyes. “Jungkook, whatever’s stressing you out.. we’ll get through it together. Your problems are my problems.” Tae pressed a smooch on the boy’s sweaty cheek, allowing his sober lips to linger for a second too long.

Jungkook closed his eyes to cherish the soft kiss on his cheek, but his eyebrows were drawn together due to the clashing thoughts in his mind. "This is fine. Please stay close." He meekly replied, opening his eyes to glance at Tae through his hazy vision. The tenderness of his boyfriend was nice, and it made him feel at ease. Normally, the elder never knew what to say; but this time he said everything that was necessary for the younger to feel his walls crumble down. "I'm sorry... the past few months have been shit for me." Kook confessed suddenly, his chest heaving up and down as he placed his hand on his stomach, nervously rubbing at his clammy skin. "I barely afford my rent, using up my savings to keep this place while looking for a job every single day.. I was tired..am tired, and my anxiety got worse..." he glanced at Taehyung again with his glassy doe eyes. "I didn't want to worry you. And the drinking..." he rambled, mixing his thoughts together as he tried to speak, stumbling over his words, "it helped to ease my nerves."

Jungkook’s over the place ranting was what Taehyung needed to hear. He desperately sought for a reason that’d explain to him why his boyfriend had been acting a little off the last few days; why he’d been reaching for the nearest bottle instead of his phone. Tae felt guilty that he couldn’t be of much help; he was a phone call away but alcohol always did a better job of numbing one’s emotional pain. Taehyung’s shitty, cliché phrases of comfort didn’t compare. Perhaps what’d scared him the most was the brief mention of Jungkook’s worsening anxiety. He knew just how bad the younger’s anxiety attacks could get. On those rare occasions, Tae always knew how to properly calm his boyfriend down whenever he went through an episode of intense fear. The elder would gently rock him back and forth, whisper soothing words into his ear, and walk to the nearby store to get him a banana milk. Now that he was away, Jungkook was going through all of this shit by himself. If he was there, he’d be able to work and provide for him. His boyfriend wouldn’t be feeling this way.

Maybe it was selfish that he’d left..

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re going through this.” Taehyung clenched his jaw, refusing to acknowledge the light shine of tears in his eyes. “Fuck, I can’t help but worry about you, you know..? And now that— Shit, I don’t know, I wish I could do something to help. Just, whenever you feel this way, please call me? Any time, I don't care. I'm here for you."

Jungkook remained silent for a moment to process Taehyung's words, a small smile growing on his lips, contrasting the tear glazed eyes. ''Okay.'' He rolled over to his side to face his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around the elders waist to pull him closer. They didn't have much time left until Tae left again for another few months-- and just the thought alone was terrifying. He didn't want to be without his one source of calmness in this entire mess called his life. ''Thank you... I will call you..'' he scuffed closer, trying to feel Tae as much as possible, not caring about his sweaty skin sticking to the other males, ''I love you.''

“Love you too.” Whenever Taehyung said that to him, he meant it with his fucking heart. It’s because of Jungkook that his life is far from dull, far from unbearable. He’s matured so much, and he owes it all to the man next to him. “It’s crazy how much I love you..” Tae mindlessly thought out loud, delicate fingers fumbling with the silver loop in one of Jungkook’s ears. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you— well, except my mom, but..” He sighed, forcing on a small smile to not kill the mood completely. “I’m gonna marry you one day. That’s a promise.” Taehyung couldn’t hold it in. “The moment it’s legalized, I’m gonna marry you.”

Jungkook swore his heart either stopped or skipped a beat as soon as Taehyung's words left his mouth.

The younger honestly never thought those words would ever be heard from Tae. But just the thought of being bound together for the rest of their lives... sounded nothing short of perfect. They were practically glued to each other already. ''Yeah?'' Jungkook's smile was beaming, the familiar bunny teeth on display as he leaned in to press his smiling lips on Taehyung's, ''I can't wait to marry you then. '' The idea of marriage had never really struck the younger previously, but he knew one thing for sure; if he was marrying anybody in his lifetime, it'd be Kim Taehyung. ''I love you,'' Jungkook repeated as he moved back to his original position on his back, sighing in content. ''I'm so lucky to have you...'' He mumbled, feeling his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, murmuring affectionate nothings until he eventually falls asleep.

“I think I got everything.” Taehyung mumbled more so to himself, looking over at Jungkook once more to reassure him that everything was going to be fine. His boyfriend’s anxiety was off the roof. “Babe, I’ll be—“

A nasally voice in the blaring announcements cut him short, “Due to weather conditions, flight number BA2490 set to depart to San Jose, California will be delayed for an hour. We apologize for the sudden change of plans, as the safety of our passengers is top priority.”

Taehyung turned to look at Jungkook. “Well, guess we’re stuck together for one more hour.” He was happy, the more time he got to spend with Kook the better. “Wanna get something to eat? Anything to be close to you.”

Jungkook's pounding heart suddenly felt at ease at the extra hour provided, his wide grin growing as he clung to Taehyung's arm. ''Sure, let's eat... But I really have to use the bathroom first.'' He pulled the elder with him to follow, heading inside the bathroom stalls that were surprisingly empty. Letting go of Tae, he headed into one of the stalls and closed the door behind him. ''Stay guard, these doors are unreliable as hell.'' He snickered, the echoing sound of the younger undoing his zipper striking the tiled room.

“Hmkay.” Taehyung lazily leaned his back against the door, pulling out his phone to tap on the first game he saw. “What do you feel like eating? This airport’s big as hell.” The slashing sounds coming from his speaker echoed throughout the surprisingly empty bathroom, as well as his deep curses underneath his breath. “Shit, I totally had that guy! What the fuck.” Tae was heavily engrossed in his addicting game, oblivious to the sound of the toilet flushing whilst his thumbs moved to the speed of lightning, trying to sneak in a win before they ate lunch.

All while Jungkook stood in the bathroom stall, he listened to Taehyung spit out curse after curse at his games, the occasional groan and sigh in frustration hitting a part of the younger that he didn't exactly recognize. It wasn't pure lust, nor pure feelings; but a heavy mix of the two. He was gonna miss Tae so much. He'd miss hearing the constant foul words thrown in random directions at useless things, he'd miss the random snarky comment about any of Jungkook's shenanigans. He fucking loved him so much.

"Tae..." Jungkooks voice had lowered several octaves at this point as he peeked out the stall door, waiting for his boyfriend to approach. The elder did, phone still tightly in his hands as he mindlessly walked closer to Kook. "Hey," Jungkook opened the door further to allow himself to reach out with a strong arm to grab Taehyung by the collar to roughly pull him inside, pushing his boyfriend's back against the door to slam it shut, pressing his muscular body against Tae's with both his palms firmly pressed adjacent to the elders head in a caging manner. He took a moment to just stare into his boyfriends confused eyes, giving him a small smile before leaning in to press their lips together in a needy kiss.

Taehyung’s perplexed persona diminished the moment Jungkook’s lips clashed against his with a force so strong it had him whining into the kiss, hands instinctively clinging on to his boyfriend’s shirt to keep himself balanced.

‘Oh, so that’s what he wants.’

The elder didn’t need to verify to know what was going on, or what Kook had in that mind of his. The latter’s sexual hormones were off the roof, and their desperate make out session was only the beginning. “Baby, hmm..” As quickly as he pulled away, Taehyung went in for seconds, and thirds, possibly fourths until he rested his forehead against Jungkook’s, the love in his eyes overflowing for the man in front of him. “Fuck me.” Tae breathed out, a hue of red washing over his face. “I wanna remember the shape of your cock, fuck, just.. wanna feel it really deep inside of me. Want you to wreck me..” He bit back a pathetic moan at the mere thought, “can you do that and more, baby? Shit.. I really wanna hear you talk me through what you’re gonna do to me..”

"Yes," Jungkook confirmed with his breathy, raspy voice, "wanna shove my cock so deep inside your tight ass..." he pauses to groan quietly when his hands roamed down to snake underneath the elders shirt, smoothing his warm hands up his soft stomach, "over and over until your insides are ruined. You will still feel me all the way back on that plane." Kook moans shamelessly, trailing possessive kisses and lovebites down Taehyung's neck. His hands travel back down to impatiently undo his boyfriends pants, his own never buttoned up from using the bathroom. He peels Tae's pants down along with his underwear, granting the younger access to grasp his fat length, giving it a few tasteful pumps. "Gonna make you cum so much on this filthy floor just by how well I'm gonna fuck you.. sound good?.. first, on your knees baby. Get me nicely hard and wet for you."

“You’re already hard and wet for me..” A sly smirk tugged at the corner of Taehyung’s lips once he’d annoyingly corrected Jungkook, wanting to be a brat before he became his possessive boyfriend’s play toy. However, the bulge poking at the younger’s pants shut him up real quick. “Sounds fucking amazing.” At the same time he gradually leveled down to his knees, Taehyung’s hands flirtatiously slid down from Jungkook’s strong chest to his thighs, where he looked up at the younger with innocent eyes. “So hard..” He lightly squeezed at his clothed cock, rubbing at the sensitive spot with his palm. “I want my insides ruined, yeah.. fuck that’s hot. Wanna have a big limp by the end of it too..” The greedy elder leaned in to press open mouthed kisses along the significant bulge, wetting the fabric of Jungkook’s jeans. When he was pleased, Tae pulled down his boyfriend’s pants and boxers in one go, nearly getting dick-smacked in the process. He placed a sweet kiss onto the same swollen tip that’d be recklessly fucking into his guts, all the while keeping his eyes trained on Kook from his spot on the dirtied ground. After spitting into his large hand, Taehyung eagerly wrapped his fingers around the thick girth, starting to pump his boyfriend at a slow pace. “So hard...”

"Fuck, yes... I'm so hard for you, my cock is aching.." Jungkook voiced out his pleasures, amplifying his words with a breathy moan the second he felt the welcoming warmth of Tae's hand firmly wrapped around him. "You make me feel so good, always-- I bet your little hole is clenching around nothing for me, Tae." Kook breathes out, suddenly much more vocal than he normally would be in real life. His conversational dirty talk reminded them more of their FaceTime sessions, where all they had was visuals and words. Mixing his talent for words with the real thing? It felt really fucking good. Jungkook towered over his boyfriend, leaning his palms against the stall door as he looked down at the way Tae eagerly stroked his cock, the tip already providing a slick sound to ease the glide.

“Hmm.. it’s clenching hard..” Taehyung bit down on his lip, curling his long fingers tighter around Jungkook’s wet cock, smoothing his hand over from the base to the tip. “Feel that, baby? I’m even tighter.. even warmer.” Tae picked up his speed, still staring up at his boyfriend with fake innocence swirling within his hooded eyes. “Fuck I’m clenching so hard.. wanna fuck your cock ‘till it goes limp...”

Taehyung's filthy words draw a series of hissed curses from the younger's lips, his hips twitching before he vaguely fucks into Tae's hand for more friction. ''Shit.... Get up, I want to fuck you.'' Kook announces his needs, taking a step back as he uses his strong hands to grab his boyfriend by the shoulders to pull him up on his feet. Swiflty, he turns Taehyung around and pushes his chest against the stall door, one hand firmly pressing on his back to keep him still while the other tugs at his boyfriends pants to pull them down, exposing his firm, yet plump ass. ''Pretty, my pretty baby.'' Jungkook cooes, both his hands now smoothing down Taehyung's back until they land on the fleshy part of his ass to squeeze, ''Want me to stretch you baby?''

“Y-yes.. please,” the elder squeaked out, naughtily wiggling his exposed ass as an invitation to his fleshy, snug insides. “Stretch me out good.. daddy.” God, Taehyung wanted to smack himself at that moment. Why the hell would he call Jungkook that? He was thankful his heaving chest was pressed up against the door, Tae’s face was beat red and he’d rather die than look into his boyfriend’s doe eyes after what he’d whined out. “Put it in, please..” Both of his hands unglued themselves from the stall door, instead reaching down to spread his cheeks, giving Jungkook a wide, intimate view of what he was missing out on.

Jungkook's eyebrows twitched up in a surprised look for a second at the new term. Daddy? That's a first... ''Yeah? You want daddy to shove his fat cock in your little hole?'' Jungkook tested the new title, he felt his cock throb at the use. Oh yeah, he definitely enjoyed it. Who would've thought.. ''My sweet Taehyung, fuck you look so good...'' He groaned, eyes fixed on his boyfriends clenching, pink ass. Kook spat in his hand, bringing the wetness to his cock and stroked himself, bringing his fingers of the other hand to his mouth to do the same and brings it down to spread his saliva around the rim of Tae's ass. Slowly, but impatiently, he stretched and teased the hole until he managed to sink a finger inside, still keeping the slow pace of stroking himself to the sounds he's drawing out from the elder.

From the way Jungkook’s deep tone of voice lowered even more at the new term, Tae could tell his boyfriend was a dirty, dirty man. “Kook.. oh fuck— ahh..!” Taehyung sucked the life out of the younger’s finger, clenching down on the single digit as hard as he possibly could. He slowly began rocking his hips, fucking himself on the small offering his boyfriend granted him with. Still, it wasn’t enough. Taehyung didn’t feel it ripping through his insides, parting his walls to make room— It irked him. “Daddy, you’re being annoying right now..” He huffed past his nostrils, his patience wearing thin the longer Jungkook’s dick spent not being inside of him. The elder swore he was going crazy.

Jungkook's breathy chuckle was almost mocking, a part of the younger that had ignited inside of him in this setting that hadn't been as evident previously suddenly surfaced. He might be a bit into being the superior, making his boyfriend feel small and needy. Nothing made Jungkook's cock ache as hard as hearing the elder whine for him. It was a good contrast to their regular dynamic-- even to the other times where Jungkook would be on the submissive end; which he loved. Supposedly, they both were switches. No, definitely. But this? Jungkook couldn't get enough. He wanted all versions of Kim Taehyung. ''Tae... You want me to fuck you that badly? Impatient-- fuck.. you're squeezing me tight.'' Kook practically drooled at the feeling, sinking in a second finger, fucking them into his boyfriend before adding a third. No more-- he wanted to keep it tight for his cock. ''How badly do you want my cock to stuff you full and destroy you?'' He huffed, eyes hazy with lust as he watches his fingers disappear into Tae's slick hole, amazed by how his fingers gradually got wetter with every thrust, glistening and dripping in the elders' juices.

“So badly— yeah, just like that.. fuck.” The feeling of Jungkook’s fingers sinking into him time and time again turned Tae into a moaning mess. It was expected, anything his boyfriend did turned him into pure putty, just waiting for Kook to mold him as he pleases. “W-want you to rip me open ‘till I’m crying. Please, can’t take all the teasing..” A hint of desperation laid evident in his brittle voice, the arousal for the younger man’s harsher touch getting awfully painful to ignore. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me raw..!” Taehyung was chanting underneath his heavy breath, officially turning into the lusting madman he was afraid he would.

Truthfully, Jungkook struggled to keep the teasing going as well. He loved watching the elder fall apart for him, but what he loved even more was to hear Taehyung's desperate cries in pleasure as he's fucked raw. And how could he deny his lover when he begged so well? He couldn't. J ungkook gave the tight hole one last punishing thrust of his fingers before ripping them out with a wet pop, quickly replacing the emptiness in his boyfriends stretched hole with the swollen tip of his cock. "Gonna fuck you raw until you're full of my cum," Kook groaned out his words as he placed both hands to firmly hold Taehyung's hips in place, pushing his hips forward until they meet Tae's fleshy cheeks, his thick length filling every little inch of the elders insides. With his cock buried as deep as physically possible, Jungkook remains still inside for a second to relish in the snug warmth embracing him, memorizing the feeling to the fullest. He closed his eyes, solemnly focusing on this moment where all he had to care about was to feel, not think. "You feel so good, so fuckin' good.."

Earlier, Taehyung had been growing more and more deprived of Jungkook’s touch. It got to a point where the impatient curses lingering at the tip of his tongue were on the verge of being heard— until Jungkook gradually pushed his fat cock inside of him. That’s all the elder wanted, but he’d be lying by saying the inward pull didn’t sting. His boyfriend’s dick was a handful, but it seemed to fit his slick insides like a glass slipper. It was as if it was purposely made for Tae’s sexual enjoyment, no one else’s. “Oh fuuuck.. oh my god.” Taehyung felt his flexible walls slowly get torn apart, stretching to make room for Jungkook’s hefty cock. “Fuck, baby.. am I warm enough~?” He purposely clenched down harder around him, “Am I tight enough for you, daddy?” Taehyung was shameless as he slowly fucked himself on the younger’s still dick, the muscles of his plump ass tensing every time he felt his boyfriend’s length twitch with every backward grind into Jungkook’s pelvis.

Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, the deep groan emitting from his throat was inevitable with the way Tae clenched down on his length. Kook's grip on his boyfriend's hips tightened, but instead of being a tease and stopping the elder, he did the opposite and pulled Tae's body down hard on his cock, simultaneously thrusting forward. The smacking sound of skin colliding echoed in the tiled room, the wet slick slide creating the most lewd noises; slowly getting drowned into the mix of Taehyung's moans. "You're more than enough babe, shit.." He huffed, his strong arms flexing as he leaned forward over his boyfriend, one hand still digging into the flesh of his hip; the other holding on to Tae's shoulder to force the elder to arch his back further. "You're everything, ah.. you're so good for daddy. Keep squeezing me like that."

Tae was thankful no one else was present, he wouldn’t be able to hold back his throaty moans even if he wanted to. “Hngh.. Jungkook you’re so good..” Taehyung’s spine bent towards the ceiling, causing the beads of sweat on his upper back to trickle down to the slight dip. After every one of his boyfriend’s harsh thrusts, Tae’s knees lightly gave out before he straightened his trembling legs, only to repeat the action with every electrifying prod of Jungkook’s tip against his weak prostate. “Jungkook fuck me harder, I’m begging you. A-ah..! P-pound into me, want everyone to envy me for having such a strong, buff boyfriend..”

Jungkook moaned in response to the pleading and praise. He thrusted his cock into Taehyung over and over, only withdrawing halfway before shoving himself back in as deep as their bodies physically allowed him to. Every time Kook slammed into his boyfriend, the latters ass jiggled beautifully from the momentum, drawing Kook's eyes in like a spell. He wanted to see more, watching Taehyung's body jolt forward and thud against the stall door was mesmerizing, especially with the lewd, throaty sounds he was forcing out of the elder. "You love how strong I am baby? Feel this, how good it feels to be fucked so rough that your body just can't stay still.." Jungkook grunts out his low words, hands moving once more as they seem to be too greedy to stay in one place. This time they grab onto Taehyung's plump ass instead, spreading his cheeks to get a perfect view of the latters abused hole. His cock fit perfectly, the snug insides squeezing him so well it made the younger see stars. "A-ah fuck yeah, gonna to fill you up so deeply, you'll feel my cum in you for hours."

“Fuckin’ love how strong you are..” Taehyung validated his boyfriend’s conceited statement, biting down on his rosy lip to prevent himself from letting out an ugly cry of pleasure. His dimmed eyes were blurry, obvious upcoming tears were going to make themselves known whether Tae liked it or not. Jungkook was fucking into him so well, it was expected for the amount of satisfaction to play with his sensitive emotions. “W-wanna feel your cum in m-me— Fuck!” A hiccupy moan broke off into a pitiful sob; a river of tears streamed down his warm face, mingling with the additional saltiness of his sweat. “O-oh my god, ‘m close..!” The closer he got, the louder his cries became. Tae hiccuped; pretty, tan body visibly shivering due to the overstimulation forced upon his awakened senses. “D-daddy,” another cute hiccup, “I fucking love you— fuck...” The elder was a mess, and he settled for wrapping around the man’s big dick as a form of stability at a time when he felt most unsteady. Stifling his high pitched whines, Taehyung’s puffy eyes widened at the unexpected sound of a bathroom stall closing.

Shit.

He helplessly looked at his boyfriend over his shoulder, finally giving Jungkook a view of his tear streaked face. “B-babe, stop, they might hear us..” Tae weakly whispered, securely clasping a hand over his mouth before he makes an embarrassing sound he’d later regret.

Jungkook slowed down, crooking an eyebrow as he listened to the clacking, echoey sound of somebody entering the public bathroom. He almost considered stopping, not to be heard-- but the very moment he saw Taehyung's tear streaked face he was too far gone to give a single fuck. Jungkook's pure lust was stronger than his embarrassment of being caught. And besides, the thrill of it made the younger's cock pulse inside of his boyfriend, a wicked smile forming on his face to let the elder know that there was no fucking way he'd stop. ''Shh..'' Jungkook hushed as he wrapped his arms around Taehyung's torso, leaning forward to press his chest tightly against Tae's back, their sticky skin rubbing together. He hushed into his ear with his hot breath as he continued to fuck him slowly with long, firm strokes. ''How could I stop when you feel so fucking good?'' Kook whispered breathily, a quiet exhale fanning the elders ear.

One of Taehyung’s arms rested on top of his boyfriend’s whilst the other was still set on muffling his caged moans, the palm of his hand clammy from the tight constraint. What else did he expect of Jungkook..? Of course he’d continue. Truthfully, Tae was even more turned on— keeping quiet while his boyfriend fucked the air out of his lungs? The elder was drooling. Quite literally, Taehyung was reduced down to a puddle of utter submission. He didn’t know how it’d play out, but something told him it wouldn’t be easy. “Hmm!” The elder used his other hand to press down harder, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling of Jungkook’s ticklish breath against his honey skin. As a response, his sore walls closed in yet again around the man’s throbbing cock, feeling it pulsate throughout his nearly numb insides. Fuck, when was that person going to leave? Unclasping both hands from his mouth, Tae twisted his head to look into his man’s narrowed eyes, silently begging him for a taste of mercy. “Kook, fuck— hmph!” He immediately muffled his strained cries by pressing their lips together, a single tear rolling down his reddened cheek.

Jungkook placed his large palm at the back of Tae's head, pushing the latters lips against his own in a muffling kiss to keep him quiet, swallowing every silent cry like it was his last meal. Truthfully, he struggled to keep quiet himself. His cock was rock solid inside of the elder, the long sloppy strokes becoming less and less rhythmical as he feels his orgasm build up to the very edge, knowing his boyfriend is close as well if the constant clenching and shuddering is anything to go by, not to mention the desperation in his eyes. ''Gonna cum....'' Jungkook whispered in between kisses, their lips so wet and sloppy from all the drool; it tasted like heaven. ''Cum with me baby...'' Kook grunted quietly, ears paying attention to the door closing as the person finally left. In that very second, Jungkook allows his restrictions to cease and started to pound relentlessly into Taehyung's tight, fleshy insides once again, muscles flexing and dripping in sweat as he does so. ''Fuck, fuck.... gonna fill you up so well-- I love you,'' he groans out louder, his voice breaking as he speaks, ''You're mine forever.'' A few more punishing, snapping thrusts into Taehyung was all the younger needed to release everything he had into his fleshy ass, filling him up with hot, thick ropes of white. A guttural moan echoed in the room as Kook buried his face between Taehyung's shoulder blades, biting down on his skin possessively.

“I-I love you!” Taehyung lowly grunted out, still facing his boyfriend with a face morphed into one of bliss. His eyebrows twitched, mouth hung agape; making the string of frail moans slip out without a care. At this moment, Tae was so desperate for an orgasm, he didn’t give a fuck if anyone else walked in. “So fucking close..” The elder rested his palms flat against the stall door, fingers curling up against the solid surface with his head tiredly hung low, whining extra loudly during the last few thrusts. When Jungkook’s cum abruptly gushed inside of him— it was the last push over the rocky edge. It had Taehyung sobbing, shaking, and trembling. This definitely took the cake home, it was the most powerful orgasm he’s ever had. Ever. His own cum shot out onto the door, dripping down on the floor as his dick faintly twitched from the strong release. He worked on regaining his breath, panting until his chest ached, the feel of his boyfriend’s teeth on his sweaty, numb skin barely affecting his fucked-out physique.

Jungkook pressed soft kisses on his boyfriend's skin, holding his arms around his torso to keep him from slumping down on the floor with the way his legs were shaking. ''You good?'' Kook breathed out with a chuckle, wincing with a small whine when he pulled his slick cock out. He turned Taehyung around, pressing his back against the stall as he held him by the waist, leaning in close to admire the fucked out state he put the elder in. It was gorgeous to see. Taehyung sniffled, loosely wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck for extra balance. “My ass stings but.. other than that, yeah.” The elder chuckled a little bit, looking into Jungkook’s now softened eyes with his hazy own. He simply stayed there.. gazing at the younger’s every feature. One hour wasn’t a lot of time, he wanted to imprint his boyfriend’s beautiful, sweat-covered face into his brain one last time. Tae leaned in to press a kiss onto his nose, “anyways, can we pretend I never called you.. daddy?” No part of Taehyung truly meant it, he was just a bit shy.

''No way, you'll have to do that again.'' Jungkook grinned, shaking his head, ''I kinda liked it... well, really.'' he shrugged, mimicking the elders kiss by giving one back on the small mole on Tae's nose. It didn't feel like his boyfriend was about to leave for another couple months in just... shit, how much time do they even have left? He didn't want to think about it, and a part of him wishes the flight was missed at this point. But it is what it is. Jungkook grabbed some of the toilet paper from the roll hanging on the wall to wipe his limp length clean, then resumed to do the same to his boyfriend before pulling his own pants up, ''I came so much, I wonder if you'd have cum in you all the way back there.'' Kook joked with a smile.

“Mhm. I’ll probably have your cum in me for months.” Taehyung leaned down to pull up the pants hanging low at his ankles, throwing on his wrinkled shirt as well. He ran his fingers through his messed up hair, trying to appear somewhat presentable after what’d taken place. It was easier said than done, his eyes were puffy from crying, and his tan skin was a bit flushed with color. “Let’s eat, all that fucking made me even more hungry.” Tae unlocked the stall door, grabbing Jungkook by the hand, and his bags in the other. Suddenly, he regretted begging for a limp. Taehyung painfully hissed after he tried taking a few careful steps, still not used to the pang. “Babe, I know I begged you to fuck me until I can’t walk. But I didn’t mean it literally..” The elder pouted, attempting to take a few more steps on his own.

Jungkook didn't hesitate to reach and grab the bags from Taehyung, relieving the elder from the heavy lifting for now. With one hand carrying the baggage, he wraps the other around his boyfriends shoulders to become a source of stability. He was responsible for the instability after all. "Sorry, I got carried away.. you're too sexy when you beg." Kooks smile was filled with mischief, not at all sorry for the results. Tae would feel this for days, and for that the younger was proud. "See it as a gift and a reminder of who you belong to." Kook continued as his grin grew further. He guided the elder out into the airport, looking around for different restaurants. "You want to get some jjajangmyeon? Itll keep you full for a while." Jungkook nudged his chin in the direction of the small restaurant across the venue.

At the moment, anything seemed appetizing in Taehyung’s eyes. He’d been drained of his energy in a stuffy bathroom stall, Tae didn’t need to think twice before nodding his head, letting Jungkook lead his slightly drowsy self to the restaurant. Once they’d sat down and ordered two bowls of delicious noodles, Taehyung took a few gulps of his cool water, soothing his strained throat in the short-run. “Pretty sure that waitress was checking you out.” Tae chuckled lightly, setting his glass down and reaching upwards to fidget with his boyfriend’s earrings. “Kinda sad I didn’t give you a reminder of who you belong to,” Taehyung recalled the younger’s previous words, dramatically sighing through his nose. “Unless I did..” With the cheekiest of grins, the elder winked at Jungkook before he rummaged through his bag. “It’s cheesy as hell but.. here.” He displayed a small ring in the palm of his hand. The jewelry had a simple flower pattern around its silver rim, and on the inner sides, it had the following words neatly carved out in small letters, ‘endless love; for you and me.’ “I know daffodils are your favorite flower so I spent some time researching the symbolism behind it. I read somewhere it’s given to people you love so.. yeah. I also got one for me so we could match.” Taehyung scratched at his nape, suddenly becoming shy.

Jungkook felt his heart suddenly jump in his chest at the small piece of jewelry given, looking closely at it. That's the most thoughtful gift he's ever been given. It made the younger run his hand through his hair and take a deep breath to recollect himself; Do.Not.Cry. "That's so pretty babe..." kooks voice trembled more than he would've liked. He did love it, he enjoyed jewelry in general lately. Having his boyfriend give such a thing to him was so cheesy... Tae surely had grown a lot. "I love it, put it on me!" Jungkooks toothy grin grew as he delicately gave Tae his hand, wiggling his fingers to emphasize what he wanted, "and I'll put yours on you."

“Yeah? You like it?” A lopsided, relieved smile tugged at the corner of Taehyung’s lips. The latter was previously freaking out over what his boyfriend would’ve thought about his gift. It was a promise ring; and Tae didn’t want to overwhelm the younger with thoughts regarding their future. He relished in their present, but sometimes Taehyung wondered about what it’ll look like a few years ahead in time. If he didn’t see Jungkook in it, then he didn’t want it. Tae wants to marry the hell out of this guy, Kook is and will forever be his person. The elder gently squeezed his boyfriend’s hand in his bigger one, sliding the ring through his pointer finger. “This is a promise that I’ll take care of you— forever.” He chuckled, cringing at how loveydovey he sounded. “I want you in my future, Jungkook.” Nonetheless, Taehyung didn’t mind. It wasn’t like his boyfriend didn’t know how cheesy he could be at times.. “Fuck I swear I’m not proposing—“ The boy’s hearty laughter rang, his eyes crinkled, “not yet, anyway. But.. I wanna love you until the end, I guess. Whether that’d be love for one another or love for... someone small. Someone we’d get to raise together.” Tae nervously chewed on his lower lip, “I dunno. Maybe I’m just rambling but.. I wanna do everything with you. That’s all.”

''Well...'' Small wrinkles appeared in the corners of Jungkook's eyes when he smiled, making a grabby hand for the other ring to put it on his boyfriend's finger as well, holding his bigger hand in his. Kook kissed the elders knuckles softly, ''When you do propose, I'll say yes.'' Kook could be just as cheesy back, loving the flustered look on Taehyung's face. He surely had changed so much-- yet not. Both of them were the same boys they've always been, but they've grown and changed so much during their time together. Now they were turning into men. Two men that were hopelessly, absolutely head over heels for each other. ''Can't wait to be with you forever.'' Jungkook sighed, it was a bittersweet feeling knowing his boyfriend had to leave him for another few months. But when he's back, it'd be for good. They could get through this. Kook glanced at the clock, and time was running low. It made his stomach turn, and his hand squeezed tighter around Tae's.

The long silence of sadness was soon replaced by the sounds of their eating as both boys enjoyed their last meal together, chattering about life, plans for the future— everything they could fit into their remaining time together. Taehyung knew he’d be able to talk to his boyfriend via text messages and calls, but it never fulfilled his yearning for the real thing.

“So.. fuck, thought that it’d be easier now that it’s the second time,” Taehyung played with Jungkook’s fingers, twisting the latter’s ring. “It’s just as hard. But, we’ll see each other soon.” The elder shifted his gaze from their hands to his boyfriend’s face, drawing on a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. How could it..? They’d be separated for months. “Hey, remember, I’m just one phone call away. Doesn’t matter if it’s late where I’m at, you call me.”

Jungkook took deep breaths to contain himself, but it was already obvious that the younger wouldn't be able to hold in his tears the very moment his boyfriend left for the second time. But, he reminded himself constantly that it was the last time. ''Okay, I'll call you often.'' His voice trembled, and before he knew it he had drawn Taehyung closer to wrap his arms around him in a tight hug, pressing his nose into the latters hair to inhale his scent. ''I'll be right here when you come back. I love you so much.'' He pulled back to smile through his glassy eyes, the deja vu from last time amplifying everything. ''I'll make sure to have a job by the time you're back so we can begin our lives.''

His emotional baby; it hurt Taehyung’s heart temporarily letting him go. But— just like the last time— they’d get accustomed to the drastic change of not having the other by their side. Well, they’ll get used to it to the best of their abilities.. Tae was still going to miss hugging Jungkook to sleep. “I love you too, Kook.” He didn’t pay any attention to the group of people lining up behind them at the gate, only focusing on his boyfriend as Taehyung pressed a lingering kiss to the younger’s cheek. “Babe, don’t stress about it. I’ll be able to help you when I come back for good.” He cupped the side of his face, caressing the smooth skin with his calloused thumb. Taehyung looked over his shoulder, the line was getting short.. “I should go..” the words tasted bitter in his mouth, “I love you, I’ll call you when I land.” With one last kiss to Jungkook’s cheek, Tae waved his hand whilst he stalled by the narrow passageway to the plane, not wanting to leave just yet.

''Love you too.'' Jungkook's words faded as his hand around the elders arm smoothed over his skin as he stepped away, keeping his hand in the air to wave back before they would fall limp to his sides. Kook's doe eyes were sparkling, keeping his tears at bay for now. This wasn't a goodbye, it was a 'see you soon', and the younger had to repeat this to himself over and over to feel okay. He kept his eyes on his boyfriend, a small smile growing on his face every time they Tae glanced back. Even though this was so hard, he was proud of his boyfriend for doing so well in school, making something out of himself... In contrast to Jungkook.

He wasn't sure what the fuck he was doing with his life, but had to find something... anything.

#fic: Love maze #taekook smut #vkook smut #taehyung x jungkook #sombreboy

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btsandvmin · 4 years ago

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Hi! What did you think about jimin playing the video game using tae's acc while the latter looked from behind? these two will spend all their time together but are still never free enough to do a vlive huh smh

About them playing games I find that very cute, and I am happy we got some proof of them spending time together just having fun. I also found Jimin’s interactions with the fans really cute, and the fact that Tae once again left as soon as Jimin did was very endearing. He keeps being whipped for Jimin. :) I really hope we keep getting small little things like this between them. Just them playing games together is so cute, and especially when we know Jimin is bad at it and we know he sometimes just watch Tae or ask him for help. <3

They do spend free time together, that much we know. But free time and work time together is not really the same thing. That being said, they would definitely have had time for a vlive by now. It’s been exactly 4 months today since Jimin called and made Tae promise to do a live together.

At this point I think it’s pretty clear they aren’t doing a vlive for a reason, and that reason isn’t time. It’s been months. And not only do I say this because of how much time has passed, but because of a few other things...

First, the point of the Vlive was to talk about Friends together. But then Tae came on alone and talked about it. And then we got the unit interviews. So the original reason is “gone” and fans should be satisfied on that point. It’s possible this was actually done as some sort of replacement for a live, but that’s definitely just me speculating.

Second, they had a bunch of scheduled Vlives with various members, even putting Tae/kook and Ji/kook together, who haven’t had lives in years. (We also got the radio show for the japanese fanclub. So obviously they do work together and could schedule something, but they don’t.) The amount of lives with various members has been at an all time high, and we have basically gotten 10 vlives since their promise where Tae or Jimin has been alone or with other members. Not including things with the whole group or only sound vlives.

Third, they had Vlives after the promise Jimin did the first time where they called each other on the phone, and especially the Ji/kook one…. I think Tae wants to interact with Jimin, but that they either don’t want to do it live or aren’t able to do it live. So calling is like a loop hole.

Fourth, they have several times pointed out how busy Tae and Jimin in particular are... But then you had Tae say he was bored and dismiss working hard when he talked to JK on the phone. But really, being busy for this long, and probably longer... I think they are just trying to gloss over it and make people forget about it now.

Basically I was surprised Jimin even mentioned a vlive to begin with, because I was under the impression they try to avoid it. And now it is starting to seem more and more like they actually are avoiding it for some reason. The fact that we got a ji/kook and a tae/kook one just made it even weirder, because then it doesn’t feel like a general ship thing.

You also have Jimin kinda possibly shading Tae in the Unit interview when talking about working together.

Not to mention the first Vlive Jimin did after he promised to bring Tae “next time“ was called “Today’s guest is?” and he had Namjoon there. And Tae’s first live after Jimin’s promise he said this:

It just kinda feels like he knew people would ask, but got rid of the expectations right away. He also mentioned the dumpling incident of course, as I said making the purpose of a Vmin vlive moot.

I also want to point out that he specifically said he saw fans ask about it a lot, more than once. And just recently you had this live without image with JinJi/kook and in which Tae also showed up briefly.

So not only do they let us know they know what fans ask for (and I don’t think it’s possible for them to miss that people still want a Vmin vlive because literally every time they do something people talk about a Vmin live), but we also know that they did a live, and Taehyung was there and available, but they chose to do it like this instead.

It’s possible they are working up to a vlive at some point, but is doing more things alone together with the option of editing first or without video and only sound? Who knows, but if they truly would have wanted to I think they would have had a live together by now unless there is some other type of obstacle in the way.

If we get a vlive eventually it feels like they might not be alone, or it might be just sound. But let’s wait and see, for now I am just following this as I have for the last 4 years since Vmin started to act weird with vlives.

Thanks for the ask. :)

#vmin #vmin analysis #vmin vlive #btsandvmin #Btsandvmin ask #Btsandvmin answer

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pink-hao · 4 years ago

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college! jungkook

masterlist

it’s his second year in uni !

totally a dance major

minor in music composition

such a cutie

but you should’ve seen him last year when he was a freshman

you would’ve laughed

for sure the type to be scared to be late to class

NEVER skipped (stay in school )

loosened up over winter break tho and went to his first party right before the second semester

kookie d r a n k ?! who let him !!!

he got turnt at that party tho

and made lots of friends

he’s the one that dances in the halls in between classes

oh did i mention he loves to dance ? like so much

yea he tells all his friends he’s gonna be a choreographer for an agency

maybe even an idol

if he’s not in dance class, singing, or out with his favs,

he’s leading the weekend free dance class for students who dont take the full-year course

kinda loving his life rn

but something is missing

he’s not sure what it is

but then you showed up

you transferred right before your second year

during your first week, you decided to sign up for the weekend class with your best friend Jimin

lowkey excited ? because you haven’t danced in a while and you love the feeling you get when you do

when you walk into the class though,

you did not expect the cutest guy on campus to be one of the instructors

you need to get a name

Jimin sees you straight up staring and starts giggling

“you should see your face right now, its literally the face you made when you saw Leonardo DiCaprio in the titanic for the first time”

so you try to calm yourself down,

but you are breaking a sweat here

and it’s not just the dance

which was a bit hard but you kept up pretty well

Jimin made it look easy

that hot instructor made it look like cake

you really were going to talk to him

after class of course !

butt

fate was not on your side today

hot dance instructor ran out of class halfway through

he told the other instructor that he had a family emergency ? you don’t know why, but you were kind of concerned for him for a second

anyways, you go to your new dorm and meet your roommate

she is so beautiful ! her name is Ryujin and she is sassy™

but she seems super awesome

she invites you to a party tonight at her friend Namjoon’s house

you were kind of conflicted because you want to unpack the rest of your stuff and decorate a little while you have the drive to do so

but you also want to drink a little and meet some new people

so you say yes, and get dressed all cute and nice

when you get to this (massive) house with dozens of people, you ask Ryujin just who Namjoon is exactly

she tells you he’s the leader of the Beta Theta Sigma (see what I did there) fraternity

“don’t look so nervous ! he’s really nice and so are the other brothers. just be careful some of the other people around here, they can get a little wild with the alcohol.”

you walk in and you kinda want to go home

Ryujin probably noticed this because she stayed with you for a while

she introduced you to some friends of hers

you met a couple of the frat brothers

V, the soft-spoken art major

Jin, the fast-talking culinary major

Yoongi, the seemingly intimidating but SUPER soft and awkward music engineering and production major

Namjoon, the leader and music composition major with a dimple that Ryujin likes to poke

you think she’s more than slightly buzzed right now, because one second she’s slapping Joon’s chest for no reason, and the next she’s dragging you to the center of the huge living room where a bunch of people are dancing

at first, you’re a little stiff because you were not expecting to dance in front of so many people

but Ryujin (and those vodka cranberry shots you took earlier) helped you loosen up

before you knew it, you droppin it down, pickin it up, throwin it back, and everything in between !

plenty of guys and gals were woopin and hollerin

everybody wanted to dance with you tonight

and you didn’t notice

but that included hot dance instructor dude

kook was having a good old time on the dance floor, and then you showed up, swingin your hips and whippin around

you kinda stole his heart

but wait a minute

you were the cutie he saw in his class earlier

he really wanted to talk to you

but he got a message on his phone from hoseok about being in the hospital

(it was all a first day back prank, not cute to him)

he didn’t want to pull you off the dancefloor right now, you were having way too much fun

so he decided to talk to you a different way

body language

he shimmied his way over to you and that’s when you noticed him

you two started dancing together

and everyone was all like “oh okay ! is a ship about to sail ?”

you caught Ryujin looking at Namjoon and smiling all cutesy

you think they might look cute together

sooo you and kook have been dancing for a while, doing the whole eye flirty thing

you yell at him over the music about how you’re gonna go grab a drink and he says he’ll show you where the good ones are

is he a frat brother here ? does Ryujin know about him ? you’ll ask her later

you end up spending the whole night with him

he tells you his name is Jungkook

when you tell him your name, he tells you its almost as cute as you are

ugh this guy

you exchange phone numbers and almost kissed but Jin ran into the bedroom and when he saw you together he said NAH NOT TODAY

you two laughed and he was embarrassed

“i don’t bring a lot of people up here if that’s what you’re thinking,”

he’s not sure why he felt the need to explain, but you understood and didn’t pry

yall are young ! it’s fine

Ryujin finds you two and tells you to BREAK IT UP

“We gotta go, its already 2 am!!! I want to go to sleep and I’m not leaving you here alone ! say goodbye rn ”

you didn’t want to leave thooo

kookie didn’t want you to leave either but,

you promised him that you would be at his dance class

he smiled supery dupery big when you said that

his heart !! he wants to see you asap tho he canNOT wait until next weekend

thinks ab you a whole lot

thinks about you when he dances

he realized that he never really used to think about anything while dancing, but now you’ve taken up his mind from morning to night

smh mans whipped

#jungkook #jungkook fluff #bts #namjoon #jhope #hoseok #jimin #jin #v #taehyung #suga #yoongi

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chaoticpuff17 · 4 years ago

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Namjoon pisses me off so much. "Welcome to the family." OHMYGOSH. most of thr story i was holding my breath but of course we get down to that and I freaking lost it. Thankfully I'm home alone. You are such a good writer, playing with our emotions so perfectly. Like you really seem to know what to do and say. But I'm still mad at Namjoon. Jerk. Worry about your own wife dang. Nows not the time to play match maker for everyone else. But look at him making sure his bros don't go through what he goes through how freaking considerate of him! I am so worked up I think I'm going to go for a run to get rid of this buzz. And all that about Yoongi shooting her I was like no you won't tho. You're a whole dang liar. We already know all yall like to kidnap your women. Psh. I really feel for Sen though. She made it all the way to having her baby then this ho turns up smh. Now she's gotta deal with being a new mom and post partum and now a wife. Ugh. I feel so bad. At least she has her baby.

Namjoon is still very pissed off and looking for YN in Baby Mine. But he’s a good leader and he’s going to make sure none of his brothers go through the same thing.

Sen probably has the easiest transition. She already knows bts and she’s known yoongi for years. Now it’s just a matter of keeping her head above water and taking care of yoonho.

#a dangerous game #baby mine #ask #adg universe

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nightowlfandom · 5 years ago

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The Kings’ Pet Princess- Royal! BTS x Reader Series Part 3- Jungkook 1

REQUEST FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE! (I do anime stuff toooo)

READ PART ONE | READ PART TWO (NAMJOON)

SURPRISE!! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO COME OUT TOMORROW BUT DECIDED WHAT THE HECK

YOOOO CHECK OUT THIS SICK AF COVER. I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW TO BE HONEST LOL! THIS COVER WAS MADE BY @kpop-ruined-my-social-life

AAAH thank you thank you THANK YOU. Okay I gotta stop fangirling and get to the writing but AAAH LOOK AT IT IT’S SO COOL I LOVE IT!!!

Leggo!

...

You peeked around the corner, making sure the coast was clear before you bolted down the next hallway. All you had to do was make it to your bedroom then you would be fine.

You could still feel the effects from earlier’s...sequence of events seeping in and all you wanted to do was take a bath and clean the guilt from your body.

You also might need some tea due to all the screaming.

You shut your bedroom door behind you, letting out a harsh exhale. You squeezed your legs together. You were a bit twitchy, off edge. What were you thinking?! You let yourself submit to that...beast!

So what if his finger’s were that of a god, so what if you could still feel his lips burning every area of your body. So what if-

ARGH GET IT TOGETHER.

“I need a bath...or a flamethrower.” you scolded yourself. “From now on, no allowing yourself to get seduced! ...No Matter no good it might feel.” you crossed your arms.

....

The next morning, you awoke not feeling any better. Before you could sit up, there was a knock on the door.

“Who are you and what do you want?!” you groaned.

“It’s me.” you heard Rina’s small voice. Upon hearing her, you sat up. “Good Morning Y/N! I was told to inform you that breakfast starts soon.”

You rolled out of bed, feeling your head pounding as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “Great.” you mumbled. You didn’t know how you were gonna face Namjoon, especially after your little activity from yesterday. You had made sure to literally soak yourself in the bathtub for a good while, just to wash away the guilt...not that it worked but it was the thought that counted.

You pulled a sweater over your head, hoping to cover the newly made marks and bruises that were now your new body decor.

You readied yourself to head down to the dining room, crossing your arms and staying completely silent. It looked like you were the first one awake, so you chose the seat closest to the exit where you could book it for your room need anything happen.

One by one they all walked in. It gave you a chance to really study their faces. You looked back down at your fingers, just wanting this to be over.

Curiously, just out of wonder...you looked to your right. Jungkook was staring at you with a smug and wistful look on his face, as if he has an idea. Almost as if he had a plan slowly unraveling in his head. He smirked as soon as your eyes met and gave you a wink, making you look down at your plate. You felt your cheeks heat up. He was really close, so your that if you had moved a little, your leg would brush against his knuckles.

Jungkook had intimidated you and he knew it. Ever since you laid eyes on him, you knew that he had made sure to establish his dominance over the kingdom, especially seeing that he was the youngest king, he had to show out more. Of course you would be the youngest queen, but also the only queen...with seven villains to call your kings.

You were quiet, you couldn’t be bothered to respond to Hoseok’s snide remarks about the type of queen who would wear jeans shorts as day clothes. Or Seokjin taking some more of your favorite side dish off your plate.

“Y/N...What’s that on your shoulder?” Jungkook got your attention. You had looked down. Your sweater had fallen off your shoulder a little and right there was a bruise. Fuck! Think damnit! You felt his fingertips ghost over your exposed skin, leaning his face in to get close.

“I uh-...er...I tripped?” you trailed off. “Yeah I was walking to my room and I...just fell?” You didn’t believe your own words because you know good and well how you got that bruise.

You could still feel the imprint of Namjoon’s teeth sinking into your flesh, it made your toes curl.

“Is that so?” Namjoon, who had been sitting across from you smirked. “Perhaps you should be more careful next time, you never know what else could happen if you aren’t careful.”

“Thanks for the tip.” you clenched your teeth. “So thoughtful.” you mumbled. “If you guys are finished making fun of me for my clumsiness, can I go now?”

“You may.” they all chorused.

Little did you know, Namjoon had kept your diary, and had passed it along to the next man who wanted a taste of your secrets. (As if the title wasn’t spoiler enough smh) and who planned on using to to his advantage.

...

“I’m sorry what?!” you stared at the horrible eyesore of a dress Rina held up in front of you.

“It’s for your Welcoming Party.” she repeated herself.

“No I know what you said but I refuse to wear that!” you shook your head at the floor length midnight blue gown, “That think doesn’t look like it covers anything!”

Apparently there was a gala tonight to celebrate the merging of your two kingdoms as allies, that part you were fine with, but the dress that was made for you to wear...

“It’s backless, it’s supposed to look like this. “ Rina giggled at you. “It’s definitely dramatic, but it was specially tailored for this event.”

“YOUR POINT BEING?!” You stared at the eyesore. It didn’t look anything like any of your dresses, especially with the unsightly slit going up one of the legs. “Rina I can’t wear this...look at that then look at me.”

“Come over here.” she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the mirror. “Imagine you stand at the edge of the stairs, everyone is waiting for their new queen to arrive, they look up and they see your in your new custom made crown and this bad boy.” she held up the dress. “ With a little bit of jewelry and the crowd won’t be able to resist you.”

“...Are you sure about this?” you sighed, although you admit the dress did look familiar, like you’ve seen it in a dream before.

“Trust me.” she put an arm around you. You and Rina seemed to have already become good friends, and while you thought the idea was crazy, you trusted her. “I may be a maid but my family owns a dress shop, I know what looks good on someone and Midnight Blue is one of those things that any woman and wear and feel amazing in it.” she held it up to your body. “Plus this thing cost almost as much as the room you’re standing in so for you not to wear it would be an insult to the dress maker.”

“Okay then.” you nodded.

...

“Y/N stop moving!” Rina scolded you.

“Listen the earrings I can deal with, but is the choker necessary?” you asked as a thin leather strap was placed around your neck.

“You’re gonna look fine, calm down.” Rina rolled her eyes at you. “Are the people from your kingdom all like this?”

“Well I don’t really wear a lot of dark gowns...I never got the chance to-”

Rina pushed you in front of the mirror. The woman staring back at you was wearing black strappy heels. Your dress was tight around the waist and did and Rina said it was and almost completely backless. Your hair was decorated with a diamond encrusted hairpin that matched the single pendant hanging from four necklace choker.

“Ah! I have just the thing to make this even better.” she grabbed a jar and what looked like a thin paint brush. “This is called magic tattoo ink, it’s almost like henna but instead of waiting and crumbling it off, this goes right into the skin.”

“What are you thinking of doing back there?” you asked in horror as you felt a cold sensation wash over your back.

“Covering up your bruises with flowers.” Rina casually commented. “Flowers are a huge thing here in Bangtan, especially red and black roses. How did you even get so beat up anyways?”

“You wouldn’t believe me.” you shook your head, almost shuddering. “How many people are showing up to this party anyways?”

“More than half of the kingdom and some people from neighboring ones too. Everyone’s dying to see the girl who is going to end this big feud and you...are going to wow them. They’ll be expecting the least of you, so you have to show them way more than you think.” she replied. “This is course is your welcoming party.”

“More like pity party” you mumbled.

...

The men of Bangtan welcomed their guests as men of their stature do. They casually made small chats with their friends from other countries.

“Where do you think Y/N went?” Jimin whispered to Jungkook and the rest of the boys.

‘Probably hiding from us.” Jungkook scoffed, allowing an obnoxious laugh to rip from his throat. “I don’t think these kids of parties are herstyle.

“Do you think she’s not gonna come?” Taehyung whisper. “Maybe she’s hiding under her bed while the maid convinces her to come outside.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Seokjin’s jaw dropped, pointing to the stairs.

The lights dimmed slighted and everyone averted their eyes to the stairs. You stood at the top, gazing over the scouring the room. Rina was right, there were so many people here. They were all looking at you. Rina had done a fantastic job using that ink stuff to cover up the bruises Namjoon had made on your skin. Your hair, neatly styled almost shimmered against the hanging lights. You stood at the bottom of the stairs, not knowing where to go. Everyone was staring at you. They definitely didn’t expect someone, especially from YOUR kingdom of all places to dress as you were dress right now. You shyly walked down the little aisle that was cleared for you. Geez had no one seen you in a dress before?

“Looking for someone?”

You turned around to find Jungkook standing in front of you, a smile etched on his face.

“Not really?” you scratched the back of your neck. You took note of how he was dressed head to toe in a black tuxedo. “I don’t think...”

“Well then will you do me the honor of giving me the first dance?” he held out his hand for you to take. “Come now, I wouldn’t do anything sneaky. We’re in public after all.”

Jungkook led you to the middle of the floor. Other women seemed to stare at you, beating themselves up for not thinking to wear such an eye-catching number. It seemed as you were the only person wearing that very color in the room.

“I think this is a good damn to mention I can’t dance” you narrowed your eyes at Jungkook who placed his hand on the curve at the bottom of your back. “It wasn’t in my studies.”

“Then shut up...and follow me.” he whispered in your ear. Slowly you let Jungkook lead, until it began to feel eerily natural how well you could follow. “You sure know how to make an entrance.”

“You sure how how to pick a dress.” you mumbled as Jungkook dipped his head into the crooked of your neck and inhaled, your back froze and you felt a sting shoot up your spine.

“You’re wearing perfume, it’s nice.” he commented, letting his nose linger to inhale your scent even more.

“It’s native to my kingdom.” you replied. “It’s rare amongst my people since only 14 have ever been sold and I just so happen to have six of them.” you chuckled. You were taken aback when Jungkook began kissing up your neck. Since you two were so close, it might have only looked like he was leaned his head on your shoulder. You felt his teeth graze against his skin and you didn’t dare move. His hips hovered over your ear.

“Seeing you look like this makes me wish we could do more, but I’d prefer us be alone when I take you.” he whispered. Your eyes widened and his fingertips traced up your back. His lips traced up and down your neck as you two moved against each other. You tilted your head to the side a little, almost mocking him.

“Oh really, you don’t enjoy PDA.” you said in a joking manner, but you were only referring to his inability to keep his hands off your exposed back. “Are we done here?”

Suddenly you were turned around and your back hit his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist as you two moved.

“Not really.” he chuckled. Your ass was right up against his groin. “Although,” he began. “I think your fellow kings are a bit jealous...I wonder what would happen if I kissed you right in front of them, do you thing that would driv em crazy?”

“What makes you think I’d let you?” you seethed, glaring at him the best you could.

“You haven’t tried to push me away yet.” he replied.

“I would comment but I’m sure that would cause a minor disturbance.” you shook your head, only wishing you could fire back. “I really wish I could kick you right no-”

Jungkook’s teeth sunk into your neck, making your gasp and shake under his touch. How bold was he?! He tongue glided over your newly formed bruise, making you shut your eyes. You were turned towards him, meeting his dark eyes as he connected his lips with your, sliding his tongu ethrough the gap in your mouth for dominance.

He didn’t care about the stares he received, or the head shakes of disapproval. This was his castle damnit, if anyone had a problem he would kill them without another word.No one dared comment, or try to pull you away. The kings of Bangtan were very territorial and it would only be a matter of time before you were marked by the rest.

“This feels right.” he commented. “You belong here...in this castle, in my arms while everyone stares in envy.” he whispered into your ear, his lips hovering over the shell of your ear. you could hear a mocking pout in his voice. You could feel the eyes of the other kings on your. Jealousy laced their gazes seeing you melt into Jungkook’s touch so naturally, Lucky bastard, not only did he get the first dance of the night, but you looked like you were enjoying it no less! Jungkook looked up at he friends, making a shrugging motion.

“I wish I could see the look on your face right now” you almost growled.

The party didn’t bore you to no end like you thought it would, you actually ended up meeting a few people who seemed nice enough. However the evening was going on and your feet were starting to hurt. You decided to make yourself scarce to avoid being told how ‘brave you were’ for the 27th damn time. You ended up walking into a strange room away from the festivities. As soon as the door closed, it got completely quiet. It felt nice, the silence was relaxing. You could finally sit down and breathe-

“I thought I’d find you here.” a voice made you turn around. Before you could react, your back had found a wall. You looked up and found Jungkook towering over you. “Not having fun?”

“I wouldn’t say th-” you stopped yourself from speaking when you noticed Jungkook getting closer and closer to your face. “i don’t know.” you mumbled.

“Hm, then how can I make tonight exciting for you?” he raised an eyebrow in interest, a smirk teasing his lips as he waited for your answer. He would have to remember to thank Namjoon for loaning him your diary that you seem to love leaving in random places. ”Because I might have an idea” he replied, tilting your head up with his fingertips.

“What are you ta-”

Jungkook kissed your lips, trapping your body against him and he wall. The slit up the side of your dress gave Jungkook the perfect opportunity to slide his hand up your thigh, digging his fingers into your flesh. You leg had hooked around his hip, which caused you to feel the pressure of his groin right up against your stomach. Absentmindedly, you had grinded against him, sending a low groan ripping through his body.

“Hm, while I’d love to rip this dress off you right now, I’m sure people are wondering where we’ve went, but something tells me you wouldn’t mind.” he breathed, pressing himself further against you.

“Um, I can’t confirm nor deny.” you tried to make yourself sound convincing, and Jungkook’s tongue traced down the length of your neck. Jungkook hiked up your dress even more. he gathered the fabric in his fist, his knuckles turning white.

“Since you’ve been so well behaved tonight.” he grabbed you leg and hooked it around his hip. “Why don’t I treat you to something.”

“Like?” you trailed off. To be honest, you were a fool. As if your escapades with Namjoon didn’t teach your anything, you were totally oblivious to Jungkook’s words.

“Hm, well let’s start by-” Jungkook ripped the slit up your dress, making the slit stop at your hip instead of your thigh, once more inch and your dress would be completely opened at the seams. “Getting that out of the way. “

“Umm don’t you have a party to get back to?” You asked, whilst your movements when against everything you were saying.

“Oh Y/N....the party is just getting started between us.”

(It took me a while and I skipped a night of sleep but I DID IT, I am not 100% proud of this, but I plan on redeeming myself in the next part. Also yes, no smut, but only because I am preparing for something and it might make sense later on, it might not, who the fuck knows but just wait for it.

We’re only on part 3 and we have a long way to go.

I’m thinking about making this more than 8 parts, so like two rounds of imagines for each guy in this series, so that gives up 14 parts in all not including the prologue. That good with y’all, great because I was doing it anyways.)

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cloudbeom · 6 years ago

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Reactions to you getting a call about your parent/s death

warnings: parent/s death

Genre: Angst; fluff

Summary : A call can ruin a good day

A/n: I was supposed to post this yesterday but my stupid ass forgot a member smh I hate myself. I want to try to post regularly but all writers know that’s just say, but I really wanna try my hardest this time! Anyways, feel free to request and enjoy!

Kim Seokjin

"Jagi, your phone is buzzing" Jin said, not turning around from his work when he heard your phone vibrate next to him, and you took it, lightly kissing his forehead as you tried to balance the phone on your shoulder as you wiped a plate.

"Hey (sister name)" You said cheerfully, expecting her to call for details on the movie night you had talked about before, but suddenly, her next words proved it was not what you expected

"(Y/n), Mom.. s-she's.. she's gone.." (Sister name) sobbed through the speaker, and suddenly, you felt numb, the plate slipping out of your hands, as you fell to your knees, the phone falling from your shoulder.

As soon as he heard the plate shatter, Jin stood from his seat and turned to look at you, only to see you ready to collapse any soon, and he ran to you, grabbing the small of your waist so you could support yourself on the counter, so the glass won't hurt you

"Jagi?" Jin whispered when your breathing evened a little, his hands rubbing small circles on your back "What happened?" "Mom.." You chocked on a sob, and suddenly, Jin pulled you into his chest, just in time for you to break down. "She's gone Jin.."

Jin stayed silent and let you cry, calmly stroking your hair and kissing your forehead. Knowing words can’t take away the pain

Min Yoongi

Yoongi had been in his studio working on some new songs for their comeback, when he suddenly heard his phone vibrate.

Usually he'd put it on silent, but guessed he forgot as he picked up the mere distraction to decline the call, but when he saw your name, he considered to answer it, just because he knew you never called if it wasn't an emergency.

In the end, he did accept the call, and the first thing he heard was the sound of your breath hitching.

"Yoongi.."

"(Y/n)?" Yoongi asked, immediately jumping to his feet in alarm "What happened baby? Are you okay?" "Mom and dad… The-they got into an accident.. I-I'm on the way to the hospital with (sister's name) right now"

Yoongi took a deep breath, knowing your in a lot of pain right now, your sister probably forced you to call him and if it weren’t for her, you would have been in the house bawling your eyes out right now, so the first thing he did was storm out of his studio, then the apartment.

"Wait for me, (Y/n)"

Jung Hoseok

"That was amazing Hobi" You clapped and then stood to kiss him as he panted, smiling at your support. "You did amazing! Just like always" You said, handing him a bottle of water, just then did your phone rang.

"Oh?" You looked at the caller, and saw it was your brother "Gimme a sec, I need to take this." You said before kissing him once more on the cheek, and he smiled in response as you walked outside to answer the call, gulping down his drink while walking to Jeongguk to compliment his precision, and it ended up with a circle of compliments between him, Jeongguk and Jimin.

They laughed it off and was about to turn the music back on to practice one more time, when suddenly Jin went inside the room only to peek a little, and looked at Hoseok

"Why is (Y/n) crying in the hallway?" He asked, the tone in his voice filled with concern.

Alarm bells went off and Hoseok ran out, hoping you weren’t far away.

When he saw you in the halls, your forehead pressed against the wall and tears silently flowing out of your eyes, he swore your heart broke.

"Oh (Y/n)" he said, coming up to hug you tightly, his arms going around your fragile body and pulling you against him, letting you cry into his chest. "What happened?"

"Dad, he-he was involved in an accident.." You sobbed, and Hoseok could only kiss your forehead, not knowing how to make you feel better, but knowing he should be there for you.

Kim Namjoon

"Namjoonnn~" You sang as you spun in one of his chairs as he worked in his studio, he chuckled but did not turn around, used to your weird and random personality. He tapped his chin with his pen, trying to come up with some lyrics to his new song he wanted to make, and as he was doing so, he heard a knock on his door.

"Hyung? Can you help me for a second?" Jimin had came in to ask the leader, and without hesitation, Namjoon stood up, taking his headphones off

"Sure, I'll be right back" He said, passing you and kissing your forehead softly before going out.

You just stayed on the chair, spinning until you got dizzy. You stood up, wanting to see what your boyfriend had written for his rap, and suddenly your phone rang.

"Hello~?" You sang into the receiver, knowing it was your older brother and thinking it was a hangout call or something.

"(Y/n), you need to come to the hospital" he said, his tone more serious than yours, and your face dropped immediately.

"What- why?" You asked, biting your nail, a habit you did when you got nervous "(brother's name), what's wrong?"

"It- it's mom" he said, a brief static pause, "The surgery was a fail"

And just at that moment, Namjoon went in.

"Baby?" He asked when he saw your horrified expression, "What's wrong?"

You dropped your phone and your lips quivered, tears filling your eyes. Namjoon- who had no idea what happened, rushed towards you and wrapped his arms around your fragile form, brushing your hair back and kissing your forehead

"What happened?" He asked in a soft whisper, holding your sobbing form close to him

"M-Mom.." you sobbed, and that was all it took for him to understand, rocking you silently, and letting you cry for as long as you want.

"Cry as much as you want, I'm here for you"

Park Jimin

"But the popcorn!" you pouted when Jimin buried you in the blanket mountain

"We're watching the news, Jagiya~" Jimin laughed, because you both we're watching the award show Jimin and his members attended and you wanted to enjoy it, so you insisted on heating the popcorn just because you were hungry, and Jimin just laughed it off and let you do your thing.

"We're sorry to interrupt your program for this emergency news" The news reporter said, and you turned to the TV from the microwave to see what was happening. "This morning, a car collided with a truck and resulted in a fatal accident, the scene had been too violent to find out who the victims were"

You sighed and shook your head, turning the microwave on, feeling bad for whoever it was. But then the news didn't end there

"But according to the license plate, the victims appear to be (Your mother's name) and-"

Your eyes widened and went numb.

"Jagi!" Jimin panicked, running to you and hugged your body as it went limp. "Jagiya.."

You wanted to say something, but all you did was trash around in his arms, screaming and crying, and Jimin, with a broken heart, tried to calm you down, and once you did, he let you cry in his arms.

If he could take the pain, he would. But now all he can do, was hold you as you sobbed

Kim Taehyung

Of course it had to happen during their concert,

And as if fate hated you, it had to happen during Taehyung's solo.

You wanted to ignore the call, but seeing the caller was your sister, you had to pick it up. And boy, were you a mess.

"Namjoon, I have to go," you told the leader, who was concerned at first, asking why you had to go

"Why? Is something wrong?" he asked, and you bit your lip, a small sob escaping your lips

"I have to go," You said through tears, and Namjoon, taken aback, nodded and told you that he would tell Taehyung after.

As the cheers came as Taehyung was lowered down, he had expected you to come and smother him with kisses and compliments and hugs, but when he saw Namjoon behind his stylist with a sad look, he knew something happened.

"Hyung, where's (Y/n)?" Taehyung asked, panting.

"She went somewhere, she was crying, do you know what happened?" He asked, a hand on the panting Taehyung

"Oh shit"

Taehyung ran, hoping to catch after you. Just last week your mother had been admitted to hospital because of a heart failure, the doctors had told you a miracle would save her, and after the first three days, you and your sister had thought the miracle had came, but the reason you were crying and ran out during his solo performance, there was no other explanation.

Luckily, you weren’t able to catch a taxi because you had fell into a ball of sadness, sobbing like you never had before, and it was the first time Taehyung had saw you so sad.

He slowed down his running and crouched down next to your sobbing form, letting his fingers brush your hair

"(Y/n)?"

"She didn't make it, Tae" You sobbed, and Tae pulled you into his embrace, whispering how much he loves you.

Because he knew what it felt, how to lose someone you loved so much. And he was there for you.

Jeon Jeongguk

"Jungkoook, pleaseee come cuddle!" You whined at his bed, watching him play overwatch on the perfect rainy cuddle weather day.

"Just one more round," He chuckled

"You said that one round ago, and an HOUR ago" you pouted, rolling on your back as you whipped out your phone, knowing you'll fall asleep before you get his cuddles.

You suddenly got a call from your brother, and you picked up, thinking he wanted to invite you somewhere.

"Hello?"

"(Y/n)?"

Jungkook had lost again, and he decided to rage quit. Finally deciding to cuddle with you.

He turned his chair to face you and what he saw broke his heart.

You were looking at him with tears in your eyes, your phone was on your ear and you were biting your bottom lip, trembling. Jungkook's eyes widened, wondering what was it you had been calling about.

Once your brother hung up, that was when your dam broke, and you started to break down, covering your face with the sleeves of Jungkook's hoodie you were wearing, and he reacted immediately, running over to crouch at the edge of the bed, trying to pull your hands from your face.

"(Y/n) look at me," Jungkook instructed, and you did. His thumb brushed at your tear streaked face, and every sob leaving your mouth broke his heart more and more.

"She's gone" You said, then started to cover your face and cry again.

Jungkook needed no more further explanation as he pulled you into his arms, brushing your hair back softly and letting you cry into his shoulder for as long as it took the pain to heal.

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