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[sgnjimmy]

– 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭; Prompt List

≛ 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠𝑖𝑚, ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 & 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟.

≛ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: ↪ 𝒛𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒆𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒗𝒊𝒏 𝒋𝒊𝒏, 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒎, 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒎, 𝒋𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒐, 𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒈𝒖�� 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒈𝒐𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒎. ↪ 𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒐, 𝒕𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒈𝒂𝒆𝒖𝒍, 𝒋𝒊𝒉𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒐, 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒈𝒖𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒏. ↪ 𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝒋𝒐, 𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖 𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕, 𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒊𝒏, 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒏, 𝒋𝒖𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒏 & 𝒎𝒊𝒂.

≛ 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜: character x character, character x reader, character x oc (if i like your oc that is), romantic, platonic, polyamorous (if all the characters are on the list), fluff, angst, no incest, NSFW is allowed but nothing too explicit. Also don't forget to mention if you want x or y gender, or else I may fuck up!!

≛ 𝚊/𝚗: they're gonna be one shots and like 200/300 words each. I'm trying to get back on writing, so hopefully, this will help me. Send in your request with a number from one or two of these if you'd like to participate!!

# CLOSED .

[1] "𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

[2] "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰."

[3] "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦."

[4] "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵. 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵."

[5] "𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦... 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴?"

[6] "𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳."

[7] "𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶..."

[8] "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

[9] "𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳... 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦"

[10] "𝘠/𝘯, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?"

[11] "𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?"

[12] "𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳."

[13] "𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘤'𝘮𝘰𝘯. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦."

[14] "𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵?"

[15] "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺."

[16] "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺."

[17] "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦."

© 𝙨𝙧𝙜𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙮 2023

[mymuseagustd]

#3 All I Want Is A Break

Angsty cause this job hunting process is relentless. 

Y/N and Yoongi are best friends, then lovers, until he decides he wants to find out what life can be without her. 

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader + Taehung 

Genre: Non-IdolAU / Angst / Smut in the next part 

Warnings: Curse words/ heartache/ it’s quite angsty and will have smut if we continue. 

Word count: 3.8K+

Note: Picked up my old writing to give it something new. Let me know how you like it? 

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It's strange. I'm standing in front of him. I know him. I know this man inside out. Have you ever stood in front of someone you have known your entire life, but they suddenly felt like a stranger to you? I could hear him speaking, and he was not making sense to me. 

"Don't you want to, maybe, see other people? Know how they are? Know how you'll be with them? Will you be someone different, or will you be the same? I mean, you and I know each other inside out. But, we don't know how anybody else is! We don't know how great or, even worse, it might be if we are with other people. Don't you ever feel like finding out?"

This was Yoongi, my Yoongi. My best friend since we were 7, boyfriend since - did it matter? He wanted to explore being with other people. 

"Think about it, Y/N," He didn't stop. "Jae and I were discussing this. How the different relationships change you, and how they make you grow? Have you never thought about this? Don't look at me like that," He rolled his eyes. 

He rolled his eyes as I stared, sitting in front of him, my brain trying to catch up and pre-empt his next dialogue. 

"It's been too long? Don't you feel so? We have always been together! Exploring, or even I don't know, taking a break isn't a bad idea. To just discover ourselves…" He took another sip of the beer he had poured for us. My glass remained untouched. His, refilled twice, was almost empty. 

This entire week had felt off. It felt like the music had changed, and I didn't know the artist anymore. He went on. His life-changing discussion with our friends. Our friends? His friends. Life-changing decisions, all in the two dinners I missed. "It's just a break. Nothing more," His decision was made. When my boyfriend decided something, he went through with it. "We spend some time apart from each other. I'll go live with Jae, and we can just explore and see life without each other in our lives. Just a small break," He said so easily.

"You're my best friend." My first words as I tried to make sense of the situation. He had been my best friend since 7. We did everything together since we were 7. And, when we started dating, I needed no one else. 

"And you're mine. But, listen to me," he took my hands in his, pulling me out of my static stance, and shaking me up to see what was happening. "We need to know who we are, without each other too. I think it is healthy for me to want that. I'm not saying I want to break up. I just want a break from yo-" I pulled my hands away. "That's not what I mean." He realised he fucked up with the wrong words. Like he had not been fucking up till now. I knew him inside out. 

Maybe he could see the betrayal on my face or the tears welling up in my eyes. I was having an out-of-body experience. It felt like I could see myself breaking down, but that hurt hadn't seeped in yet. "What I mean is, I just want to know life as a person of my own. Who I am without us being together cause we have been together was so long. I want to know, do I actually like apple pie, or do I like it because you like it? That discussion just had me thinking if I can be the best for you if I'm not my own person." 

"So, you're basically saying that you don't want me in your life anymore?" I frowned.

"Don't be dramatic," He sighed. 

I laughed. "That's literally what you just said." 

"I don't know why you aren't getting this." He raised his voice. "You know, Maria said you won't get it, and you don't." he shook his head, and sat back. 

"Maria said that I won't get it? You've known these people for a month. You've known me for years!" I couldn't stop the tears. "But, it's not about them. If you want to break up with me, have the fucking balls to do it. Don't come at me with, 'I don't know who I am/ we have always been together.' Straight up, tell me you don't want me anymore." I walked back towards our room so I could pack a duffle bag and get out of this apartment.

"That's not it. I just want a break. We are in university, in a new environment. This is the perfect time for it. Y/N!" He shouted as I stuffed my clothes in a bag. "Where are you going? You don't know anyone. We are literally just discussing," He was technically right. All my friends were his friends. It had always been like that. Yoongi socialised, and I tagged along. It had been a month since we started uni, and even though our courses were different, we lived together, and I spent time hanging out with his friends more than I cared to make mine. 

"We aren't, though. You are breaking up with me," I collected my stuff from our shared dresser and quickly dumped my laptop and books in my backpack. I would have to come back and collect my stuff, but this should hold me for a few days. 

"It's a break!" He yelled. "You're still my best friend! You'll always be my best friend," He yelled as I tried to walk past him. "You'll always have that place in my life. Where the hell are you going!?"

"But that's it, right? You want this place gone." I could see the confusion on his face. He hadn't thought this through. "What does 'explore and see life without each other in our lives' even mean? Do you want us to pretend we don't know each other? So, you can have your experiment with how your life would be if we," I gestured between us, "never existed? Tough luck. We did. And, you don't erase the past. You move on." 

"I feel like I am talking to a wall, Y/N," he said, exasperated. 

"What am I supposed to understand? That my boyfriend came home today after meeting his friends to tell me that he wants to take a break because he has been with me for far too long. What even is this reason? Thanks for being the cliche of the century. You want to see different things? Who is stopping you? But you want to explore what is out there and still hold on to me, in case you realise that being alone, maybe, isn't for you. I'm not an option, Yoongi." I dropped my bags to the ground so I could call myself a cab.

"It's not about options at all. I just…you are twisting my words. I don't want to make you feel like you're an option but haven't you ever felt the need to want something more?" He questioned. "That maybe there is something worth more out there?" His eyes were wide. He had misspoken again. 

It was like a knife running through my chest. I couldn't believe this was my best friend. That this man in front of me was the love of my life, and he hadn't just degraded me. "All the best. I hope you find what you are looking for. My cab is here." I ran out, and he ran out after me, but he didn't call. He didn't call me at all. 

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"He said WHAT?" Zoya and I were four shots down, and I could feel it all hit me at once. 

"He wants to find out if there is something worth more than us being together. He could have just said he wanted to be single and live the uni life. Like all fuckboys out here. What the fuck even is a break?" I was so drunk. 

"Man, I'm sorry. But this is good for you. I can feel it. I'm getting the vibes," Zoya tickled the air. 

"You can feel the vibe?" I looked at her. 

"Yaaa, I caaaannnn!" She slurred. "It'll be difficult. Very, but no time like now." 

"I gotta figure out my housing situation," I threw my head down to the bar table. My bags were behind the bar, or Zoya had thrown them behind the bar cause the bartender was her friend. She was my friend here, and actually, she was my only new friend here. 

"It's sorted. That's why I brought you here! Tae! Tae!" She yelled, flailing her arms, catching the bartender's eye. 

"Okay, Zoya, stay seated, or I will throw you out," The bartender pulled her hands together and made her sit down. 

"Tae, you have an extra room, right?" She asked sweetly. 

"Uh, I do," He said with caution, his eyes flickering between us two. 

"Great! You're looking for a roommate. I have your roommate!" She declared happily.

"You want me to live with a boy?" I looked at her.

"I'm looking for a roommate?" He questioned as well. 

"Yes, you can't live alone. You need company. And Y/N, Tae's place is very, and I mean, very nice. He is the best option at this point in the semester. He technically owns this bar and works here for free because he likes mixology." Zoya kept each hand on one of our shoulders like she was planning a plot. 

"My father owns this bar," Tae clarified. 

"Potehto Potahto," Zoya mumbled, taking a long sip of her long island iced tea. "So, Y/N will take that spare bedroom, and I will come party at your place 'cause it'll finally be interesting!" 

"Zoya bu–" She kept her finger on my lips. 

"But, today we will go to mine 'cause I got some pork ribs that we have to try!" She jumped off and walked towards the exit without looking back. 

Tae helped me with my bags and told another person to take over for him, "Taehyung," He offered his hand for me to shake. "Zoya and I are school friends. I'm studying management here too." 

"Y/N," I smiled. "I've not seen you before, though!"

"It's a big class of, like-what, 70 people? I don't think we share any of our secondary courses, either. Do you share them with Zoya?" He asked, walking me outside. 

"Yes, Contemporary Issues in Competitive Strategy," I told him. 

"I think I'm taking that next sem. Zoya, my car's in the parking lot. Let's go," He called for her, and she happily ran towards us. 

—

"This is a big apartment. Are you sure you don't mind me here? Zoya just kinda dumped it -" It was pretty well done as well. Only the room, which would be mine, just had a bed. 

"No, I think it'll be fun. My father's assistant has kinda overdone it. But, you can name a household appliance, and I think you'll find it here," He laughed. 

"Oh nice, what's your rent?" I asked so I could decide if I could afford the division. The apartment Yoongi and I shared was a gift from his parents, so thankfully, we had just furnished it. I knew I'd need to rediscuss my finances, but I think I would be very comfortable if I got a part-time job. 

"I own this place. My father believes in buying, not renting," He explained. "But, I'm sure we can agree on something," He smiled. 

Moving in with Tae was easy. Zoya helped me pack my stuff the next day when I knew Yoongi would be out, and since he still had not called or dropped a text, I went in and got the rest of my personal stuff when he was in classes. Tae and I went shopping for furniture for my room and other utilities in the evening, and before I knew it, I had already moved into another house in all of one day. Two days before this, I was in bed with Yoongi as he told me some hilarious joke which was considered Architecture 101, and now I was in a completely different building, alone. 

"You haven't moved," Tae stood in front of my room. He had helped me unpack and set everything up with Zoya. "I left you right here, like 30 mins ago," He laughed. I'm sure Zoya had him filled on my history and heartbreak. 

"Yoongi must have just gotten back to the apartment. Do you think he'll call when he sees my stuff gone?" I asked Tae with tears in my eyes. 

Tae pouted and came and sat next to me, "if he calls, will you pick up?" He asked. I shook my head. "If he calls, will you feel better?" I shrugged because I didn't know what to feel. It was all happening so fast. 

"I am apologizing in advance for not being an amazing roommate for the next few…my heart is breaking right now," I couldn't stop my tears. 

"Sleep. I promised you a welcome breakfast, so you need to be up for it," Tae tried, nudging my shoulder. 

—

I kept out of Yoongi's way. It was great that our majors were different, and our classes were on the opposite side of the campus. In a week, I found a routine that didn't collide with his at all. If I saw him at the coffee house, I hid. If I saw him on the way to the library, I went the opposite direction. 

'I hope you're okay.' 

The last text from him was three days old. Did he know where I was? Who was I with? Was I okay? 

I kept my word, and I disappeared from his life. It was killing me. How do you get rid of a habit? I woke up in sweats. I couldn't breathe, my chest contracting within itself at the thought of him. The only time I ate was when Tae and Zoya were around, and our routine was extremely hectic.

A month into it, the pain sort of became a habit. My course and my internship did not leave me any time to think. When I did catch a moment, it was spent laughing with Taehyung, who was an incredible roommate. We made friends in our course, so we had a group ready for adventure as the weekend hit, and I was kind of glad that I had no time to process anything because the day always started with me standing in front of the mirror, prepping myself to be happy and confident. It didn't matter that the love of my life didn't think I was enough. I was enough for me. I grew up in a loveless household; I knew what it felt like. But, by the evening, I was just numb. 

There had been no contact with Yoongi. And Ava, a new friend of mine, taught me tricks to cope and distract myself. "If you're not ready to process it, you don't have too," She had been in therapy for the longest time, and always had words of wisdom. 

Yoongi was all over the place. There were photos all over the insta. 

'Finally single' was a caption on his friend Zack's post, and I had lost a whole day on it. I realised that during the initial month of uni, I had not made any friends. All I had were his friends, and what it felt like was that they just tolerated me. Even the ones I had truly connected with did not text me after, and it had me really looking back on all my friendships through the years. I always connected through Yoongi. I always only really needed him, He was truly my confidant, my best friend, and I didn't have the need for more. 

I was made strong, though. It has been two months, so it clearly wasn't a short break. I finally told my parents and made them promise they wouldn't say anything to Yoongi's parents if it didn't come from them and that they won't contact him. 

'All I need is myself' was his insta post with a picture of a glass of whisky held against the view of the sunset.

—

"Have you spoken to her since?" Tara asked Yoongi as he fiddled with his drink. 

"No," He took another gulp. No indication was needed on who was being mentioned.

"How are you holding up?" She asked. She liked Y/N. She liked them together. She didn't really agree with the narrative Jae and Sara had built up. But Jae didn't understand relationships, and Sara had the hots for Yoongi. 

"It's only a break. I just need to know who I am," He said, more to himself. The last two months had been so strange. He was so angry at first. His girlfriend refused to understand his point of view, decided they were broken up like she decided on most things on her own, and had moved out all in one day. She came when he wasn't in the house and packed her stuff, leaving the key on the kitchen table with no note. He was furious. 

Then, he found out she had moved in with another guy who she had never mentioned before. Did he even know her? Taking a break was making more sense. She didn't respond to his message, hid from him or changed directions if he was around. She was his best friend. He knew he had asked for this, but not like this. He honestly thought if they spent a little time apart, it would bring them closer and give him clarity as well. 

His parents were talking about marriage, and they had just started uni. From living with his parents, he started living with Y/N, and he was excited until he had this whole conversation about how life can be different. And, he wanted the chance to at least to understand what it could be to be able to decide if he even wanted it. Wasn't being young all about this? He missed his best friend. He missed Y/N every night he walked into their apartment, and he started spending the least amount of time in it, sleeping on the couch instead of their bed or Jae's spare bedroom to save himself from thinking too much. 

"You can also find out who you are with her, you know. Jae isn't exactly right, and he was always jealous of what you had with -" She was cut off as Jae jumped on Yoongi. 

"My man!" He yelled in his year. "We gotta get you laid this evening! Fuck I gotta get laid!" 

—

"Fuck, why have they given us a week off? I have five papers to write!" Tae screamed as he entered the apartment. 

"I got three papers and two presentations," I counted. "You have to be my dummy for prep. Presentations freak me out." I told him. Taehyung had a habit of shedding his clothes as soon as he entered the apartment. At this point, it was weird if he was in more than one layer inside the flat. I was sure I would not have been standing if I didn't have him around. 

"I think we should go clubbing today. Go clubbing today, work tomorrow if we are not hungover, then hike the day after, and then we can relax and get to our assignments." He wrote down our plan of action on the big whiteboard wall that he and Miles, our newly formed friend from the bar, had drunk installed one night. 

"Yuck. I hate clubs," I groaned. 

"Wear your sexiest dress. I should be drooling," He instructed. 

"Yuck." 

Miles was studying architecture like Yoongi. He actually knew me, having crossed paths during one of the many meetups I had accompanied Yoongi too. "I can give you goss on the enemy side," he had offered as he sat next to me on the bar stool. Tae was experimenting with a new mix, and I was his taste tester, and also a bit tipsy from all the alcohol I was testing. 

"What's the goss?" I asked. 

"Are you ready? Emotionally?" Miles asked, giving me a warning. 

"Sure," I laughed.

"That group is way, way more boring now that you are not there!" 

I giggled, "you're very sweet, Miles. The last I remember of you was that you didn't speak a word after I told my cliff-jumping story!" 

"The cliff-jumping story was hilarious! I fell a little bit in love with you," He said, making me choke on my drink. "I'm joking!" He laughed. "You'll have to tell me a couple more to have me!" 

He was the perfect fit for our little group and assured me that I could stand without Yoongi. 

"I can't believe you're taking me clubbing tonight," Miles groaned as he met us downstairs." Ava cancelled. I think we should run away, too," He held my hand, flirting. 

"You guys are the worst!" Tae whined. "We are young, and hot, and dancing is the way to get laid. Please let's just go!" 

"I'm surprised you want to get laid when Zoya is going to be there," I took his arm, and wrapped mine around it.

"Till the time she sees that I am her true love, I need to get by," He pouted. Tae was quite infatuated with Zoya, and Zoya had no clue. She thought he was fond, and they had been buddies through school. He didn't want to change their dynamic and was hoping she'll suddenly realise he had been there all along. 

"There is nothing like true love," I said. 

"Hush," He pulled me closer. "Let me dream." 

We were greeted inside the club by Zoya, who, in no time, had already poured three shots down our throats. I hadn't eaten much, so the alcohol hit me faster and stronger. "You look so fucking sexy," Zoya whispered as she twirled me around. I had lost weight in the last two months, so I felt less beautiful cause I wasn't as healthy and fit as I kept myself, but I couldn't help smiling big as she complimented me. 

We were closer to the dancing area, so I looked around for a place we could take up and keep our bags when I saw him. My smile disappeared, and my body went cold. It felt like a deep wound had ripped open again, and I was bleeding. 

"What happened-" Zoya's eyes followed mine to see Yoongi on the first floor, his arms around the waist of a girl stuck to his body as they laughed. 

—

PART 2

A friend of mine went through something similar, and it got me thinking of how people look at relationships. 

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01 | Love is all around

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—Now playing: La Descrizione Di Un Attimo by Tiromancino ✫

Early in September, just hours before midday. The sun is not high yet but shines light through the whole town. Like the weak and bright sunrays, Daphne's dad drove on the road, pushing through the fresh waves of the summer morning breeze. As background noise was crunching stones produced by the tyres. 

Breeze combed the hair strokes. Morning freshness caused the rise of goosebumps. Butterflies in the stomach showed how excited Daphne was about moving. Yes, moving.

Usually, they'd come to the countryside only for the summer holidays but now she would stay longer. A smile was printed on her face as she observed. She was going to like this, she thought. She was going to like this place, this new beginning. She started regretting ever complaining about moving in the first place.

Her mother was in the passenger seat explaining how the town was beautiful, her fingers pointed at random spots occasionally. Daphne wasn't even listening to her. She only thought that her mother could save her breath because she didn't need any more convincing: the view before her spoke for itself.

Daphne lowered her window and, with an arm swinging outside, she observed, she beheld the sight. The car took a turn and now they were riding up a hill along a road surrounded by beautiful houses.

It'd been long since she last came here but she couldn't tell if the place had changed or she'd just forgotten.

Women were spreading out the laundry, dusting carpets, watering flowers. Pink, yellow, red, purple flowers. They painted the street. Some kids were playing in their front yard. Dogs barked and ran to their gates as they drove by. The bottom floors housed a variety of shops and all had a little banner on the doors that said 'open'. A flower shop. Greengrocery. Ironmongery. A bakery. A butcher's shop. And many more. The people looked friendly as they greeted them. She happily greeted back, and her smile expanded.

"This place is beautiful, Mom," her words caught the respondent off-guard as she immediately looked in the backseat to agree with her daughter, glad she wasn't angry anymore. "We're almost there," the dad informed, taking another turn.

The road they were riding led away from that loving neighbourhood of flowers—fields on the left and a few farms on the right. Daphne's dark hair waved with the breeze. The smell of manure filled her nostrils but instead of feeling unpleasant, it reminded her of how lovely living in the countryside was. Horses were munching on the grass. Bells on sheep rang as she passed by the flock. The manure smell was soon replaced by the one of grass coming from the left where tractors were working on the field. The big vehicles were shaping the dried grass into big blocks reminding her of her childhood and how she used to spend her time watching the whole process.

Their destination was her grandparents' place. It was a huge white two-story building with a dark brown roof, divided into two separated yet joined houses: one for them and one for the grandparents. They were struggling financially in the city so they opted to move to the countryside since they couldn't afford to pay the rent. She didn't fully oppose their decision but living in the countryside for God knows how long scared her but now that she was there, she wasn't bothered anymore.

As mentioned before, the place wasn't completely foreign to her: she'd come here with her family for the summer holidays and she enjoyed her stay with the difference of knowing she'd go back to the city and therefore back to her friend. Yeah, her friend. Singular. She didn't have friends here if not her grandparents' neighbours' daughter, Cleo, who, though, was her complete opposite: while Daphne liked spending sunny days reading on a spread-out blanket in her garden, Cleo liked running up and down and playing. Daphne felt like Cleo was like a child whose energy you must match, or else they just drain you out.

"We're here," the dad informed as he took another turn out of the long field-side road and climbed up towards a house slightly hidden by trees. Their new home. By the gate were her grandparents happily waiting for them with two big dogs beside them.

The road leading to the house cut through a mildly thick forest. The house was directly facing the road while their neighbours' were on the sides.

Daphne's smile broadened as she hopped down the car and then into her grandparents' arms. Kisses, compliments and continuous reminders of how much she grew as they hugged her before hugging the parents. Now her attention was on the two dogs that couldn't hold back from barking, hopping left and right with wiggling tails. Loki and Luke, the first was an Australian shepherd and the second was a German shepherd. They too have grown so much and she felt it the most when they got up to greet her and reached her shoulders.

Playing with their fur, she wondered whether to help her family with the bags but they read her mind and told her to go inside and not bother. She'd normally insist further but this time she didn't stay any second longer and rushed inside the house. The two dogs ran after her.

Her parents and she would live in the house on the left while her grandparents were their next-door neighbours on the right. The front door was unlocked. She quickly left her shoes outside before going inside. 

It was just as she remembered it. Just as they had left it. Beneath her naked feet, the tiles were cold and of an umber brown that would create a mocha shade if mixed with the milk colour of the walls, a gradient colour that from the bottom starts in brown, slowly fades into caramel and finishes in a paler tone topped by the white-coloured painting ceiling. Matching was the chocolate brown curb.

The floor started with a rectangular anteroom. On the right was an umbrella rack, above it hangers for jackets and hats; on the left was space for shoes, a bench to sit on and put them on, hangers for keys and the staircase. Further in, the space was divided into three: the living room on the left, the dining room on the right and in the middle, leading to the garden, her second favourite place in the world, was a little space.

The living room was placed between two walls, the right one was covered in tall glass windows facing the garden, and the right one welcomed a door opening that led to a tiny hallway presenting two doors, one was the of the store and one of the bathroom. Cream sofa with green uniquely shaped pillows. A brown armchair on the left and a little swing chair on the right. Between the couch and the fireplace was a coffee table decorated with a vase of flowers and a cascade of books on the second layer. On the floor was a wide oval carpet. The fireplace was against a wall between two door openings leading to a study room.

The dining room was composed of a round table surrounded by four chairs. Further to the right was the kitchen, simple and traditional, light-brown in colour. The counters were covered with utensils, flower pots and miscellaneous items. On the tile-covered walls were hangers holding gloves, kitchen tools and aprons. The stove was as empty as the sink. The coffee machine on one side, the microwave on the other. Hanging by the handle of the oven was a chequered green cloth. Next to the stove was the dishwasher and in front of both, on the floor, was the kitchen mat. Pots resided in the wide drawers, plates in the cupboards. A double-door fridge finished the kitchen design.

She gently quieted the dogs and took her time to examine the room. A smile lit up her face whenever she took notice of any small details that reminded her of her childhood. She strolled through the kitchen, running her finger across the counters and was pleased to see that everything was sparkling clean. She couldn't stop grinning as she thought about how excited her grandmother must have been while cleaning the house in anticipation of their arrival. It was always heartwarming to see her grandmother filled with joy. She'd get very energetic and talkative unable to contain her happiness. Witnessing her grandmother's happiness was infectious, making her feel just as happy as her.

Daphne quickly rushed and ran upstairs, the dogs matched her vibe behind her. The walls that ran along to the top floor had a light floral print that gave the house the vintage and cosy look of a cottage.

While Loki and Luke ran around, she slowed down: in front of her was the little nook where she'd spend her time reading during rainy days while on the left, behind the railing, were four doors: her bedroom, her parents', her sister's and the bathroom. She missed her sister so dearly. They could meet only during summer break because she was studying abroad but she didn't linger on it much and proceeded to her bedroom. As she opened the door, the dogs ran inside. 

It was just as she'd left it and that had her tear up a bit. On her left was her little bookshelf, on her right was her dresser and a little farther away from it, was her bed. The bedsheets were identical and not dusty to the touch. Another sign of her grandmother's hard work.

The blanket was light. Pink floral prints. White pillows in front of which sat her plushie, an adorable teddy bear her grandmother had gifted her when she was five.

The nightstand welcomed a lamp and adorable miniature decorations she found in her grandparents' attic. Opposite the bed was the window brightening the room. In front of it was her desk and to its right, in a little nook, was her wardrobe.

After walking around the room for a few moments, she dropped herself on the bed, the softener scent filled her nostrils. She stared up at the ceiling. In the corner of her eyes, she could see the waving tails of Luke and Loki as they roamed around before walking by her legs and caressing her with their soft fur.

She was certainly going to miss her only friend in the city. Daphne had particular difficulties with making friends because she found it hard to vibe with a lot of people so finding her match was a real struggle. It took her a long time before she met Margot. The two matched like pieces of a puzzle. They vibed with each other so well. They had so much in common. To understand it better, Margot was the type of neighbour Daphne was wishing for rather than the one she had in reality because Margot was just like her. While Cleo would scrunch her face and call her boring whenever she'd say that she'd rather read all day than play, Margot would agree with her and sit down so they could read together. Margot was the type of friend who didn't feel as overwhelming. The type of friend whose simple presence was enjoyable: you didn't have to talk, play or do anything in general. Daphne and Margot brought ease to each other by simply being in the same room or space.

But Daphne also couldn't fully blame Cleo: she'd met Margot in 10th grade while she had known Cleo since when they were kids. Any child would find reading all day boring. A straight-up form of torture.

Downstairs she could hear her family rustling with stuff. One of the dogs rushed out of the room while she still lay on her back, arms spread, looking up at the white ceiling in pure bliss. She didn't budge for a few more seconds and probably wouldn't have at all for minutes if she hadn't heard an unfamiliar voice come from downstairs.

It was a voice that sounded brighter than she'd ever heard in a long time. She was sure she'd left just her grandparents and parents downstairs but the voice she was hearing was female and sounded brighter than her granny's and mom's. So she sat up. Instantly. Almost robotically.

As her, the dog sensed the presence and rushed out of the room. Daphne followed right after but she didn't go downstairs. She was about to but she noticed the dogs weren't barking up and down which meant that whoever it was knew them. They were already familiar with them. A strange feeling settled in her, a feeling that held her back from going down the stairs and simply had her stretching over the railing to see. A bit shy, you can assume.

"She's upstairs," she heard her grandmother say, leaving Daphne increasingly confused. Who could be coming up to see her? She had no idea, but from the bubbly demeanour of the person, she could tell they were happy to see her. A shy smile emerged on her face just as the person appeared on the stairs. "Hey, Daphne," the voice sang as they saw her leaning on the railing. They rushed upstairs and were now standing in front of her. "Do you remember me?" Daphne's shy smile grew. How could she forget her? Caramel brown bouncy curls, freckled cheeks, moss green eyes, and lips as reddish as her cheeks. She hadn't changed a bit. She had grown, but it was still the same Cleo. 

"Course I do," she happily answered and Cleo giggled. The bright smile that decorated her face made Daphne regret everything she was thinking about earlier. The smile behaved like a vibrant filter animating her memories. "Granny told me you were going to move here and I've never been happier. I thought we'd never meet again," she happily spoke while Daphne came out of her trance, grabbed her hands and led her to her bedroom.

As happy as the latter was, Cleo couldn't hold back from giggling all the time unaware of just how much happiness she'd put in the other girl's heart. A few moments ago, Daphne was thinking about how making friends was so hard for her only for Cleo to happily hop into her home, all happy to see her. Never would Daphne have thought that someone could be waiting for her so excitedly. It warmed her heart so much.

"How have you been?" she spoke first. Cleo's face glowed even brighter as she started talking.

Amazingly bored, she said. Amazing because she's fine, no illness nor body ache or particular border to carry. Bored because, aside from Daphne, the neighbours were younger than her and therefore felt more like kids to babysit rather than people to make actual friends with. Granny started cleaning the house a month in advance, she narrated, and she helped her out on it. Said she enjoyed cleaning while listening to Granny telling stories about Daphne. It increased her excitement and her will to help Granny. She spent days here at the house with granny and never got tired. Granny tried to tell her not to worry but Cleo was just as excited. She'd spend the day cleaning and preparing and then would head home for dinner after which she'd be crocheting little cute things for the both.

Daphne listened with a never-ending smile. All of this for her? Wow. "I have them at my place. If you wish, later I can take you there and give you them," Daphne simply nodded. Eagerly. Happily. A happiness that then spiralled into taking Cleo in for a hug. "I'm just as happy to see you. I thought I wouldn't make friends here," Cleo dramatically gasped and clutched her chest, denying all of Daphne's beliefs. "You'll never be friend-less. Not under my watch," they both laughed before they heard a slight knock on the door. "Granny is going to prepare lunch and asked if the two of you would like to join".

—Now playing: The Way Things Go by Beabadoobee ✫

"I caught enough vegetables from my farm so we could have fun," Granny spoke to the girls' happy faces. They were going to make pizza. Pizzas. Granny had already prepared the dough. They now had to set the ingredients and make unique pizzas. Cleo took on the onions while Daphne took a few zucchini to chop. In the fridge was a container of mozzarella and one of cheese. They had everything at their disposal.

They spent the following forty minutes chopping all the ingredients, blending tomatoes for the sauce, cutting the mozzarella into blocks and grating the cheese. Once done with that, Granny started working on the dough while the young girls buttered up the pans and prepared the oven. Next door Daphne's parents were unpacking and settling in.

"So, how was the city?" Cleo asked, starting a conversation. "Nice, in its way. Yeah, nice,"

"You've got friends you'll miss?"

"A friend, yeah. Margot. We met in 10th grade. She's a great person but knowing her, the distance is going to make the friendship falter," as she spoke, Granny smiled. She was listening and knew who she was talking about. Granny and Daphne's mother were more like sisters than anything else. Daphne's mom always kept her updated on her life and Daphne's so Granny knows how hard it is for Daphne to make friends. She'd suspected it since the girl was a little child because she could see how socializing wasn't on the list: Daphne could spend an eternity of time by herself and never get bored or feel lonely. It didn't bother Granny much but as Daphne grew so did her mother's worries. Whenever Daphne's mom called, she'd never forget to state how bothered she was about seeing her daughter be all reserved so you can imagine how happy she became the day Daphne asked her if she could invite a friend over. 

"A friend? A friend! God, yes, invite your friend over! I told her. Ooh, I'm so happy. Like, I get it. She finds solace simply in herself which is a good thing, awesome in fact, because it means that no one can hurt her because, you know, out there are monsters in human form ready to just hurt people but just one person once in a while never hurts, you get me?" she told Granny on the phone. Daphne's mom is a talkative person who's scared of miscommunication and misunderstandings so whenever she's speaking, she can't hold back from clarifying every single thing she said making her wholly sound in panic.

 Granny found that adorable, just like Daphne's dad did. But Daphne wasn't like her mom, she was like her dad and like Granny too. A person of a few words. Someone who enjoyed listening more than speaking.

"Oh, why's that?" Cleo asked. "Our friendship isn't really the type that goes on both physically and virtually. We... we don't text," Cleo nodded in acknowledgement before focusing back on transferring the dough from the board to the pan. "Thank god we're neighbours then," Cleo giggled. Her words warmed Daphne's heart who couldn't help but giggle as well. In the background, Granny struggled with holding back her smile.

"Are you still the bibliophile I used to know?" she proceeded. Another warm smile on her face as Daphne nodded, "I got tons of books at mine. I don't exactly classify myself as a bibliophile too but I do read. On special occasions, but I do"

Daphne chuckled and assured her she'd explore her bookshelf. Cleo giggled in response. She continued, "Do you have any specific thing to do these days?"

"No, not exactly. Why?"

"I was planning on giving you a town tour. A tour of my house, our neighbourhood, the neighbouring neighbourhoods, the town centre and, eventually, our school. You down?" Daphne quickly looked at her grandma in search of a nod of consent which she found and followed through with, agreeing to Cleo's plans. "We'll do all that today?"

"Oh, no. My god. If we did, it'd mean I carelessly showed you the place but that's not what it'll be. Once we've done the town tour, we'll go pre-school shopping. I know a store that sells the cutest school supplies I've ever laid eyes on".

They talked about their favourite school supplies: Daphne admitted to having a passion for decorating diaries and planners; Cleo's the same but decorates notebooks. Cleo got to know how a perfect academic performance was a priority to Daphne. She wasn't surprised. Daphne got to know that Cleo didn't change much and cherishes a good time above bending over a book and reading all day. She, as well, wasn't surprised. While Daphne is a dog person, Cleo fancies cats. Cleo adores sunny days, Daphne'd rather stay under a downpour than a burning-hot sun. Daphne's an early bird. Cleo's a night owl. 

Overall, Daphne could tell that they were two different faces of the same coin. Equally different. Cleo was going to be a hit of fresh breeze to her pretty monotone life. She's someone who loves indulging in the same routines but, in that moment, she was ready to change them all for Cleo.

Can't really blame her. You have yourself someone eagerly waiting for you despite having seen you years ago and then we talk.

—Now playing: Love Is All Around by Wet Wet Wet ✫

By noon, all the pizzas were ready, hot and sizzling delicacies. As they waited, the whole family, Cleo's included, helped with setting the table on the veranda. Eight chairs. A round wide dining table. A floral print tablecloth. A vase of fresh flowers in the centre. Scattered evenly were jars of water, fresh and sparkling. In front of each chair was a plate sided by a fork and a knife. No need for spoons. 

Birds chirped. Dogs barked. Cutlery clicked on plates. Water hit the kitchen sink whenever someone washed their hands or rinsed a utensil.

"Food's going to be up in minutes," Cleo announced and soon everyone was sat at the table. Granny and Daphne's mom came on the veranda with pizzas placed on round wooden boards. Everyone seated exclaimed in joy, complementing the cooks.

Once they've brought enough, they finally sat at the table. They said the grace before they started sharing the pizzas into slices. One helped the other and soon everyone had something on their plate, a bite between their teeth.

Cleo sat next to Daphne. They each had a slice of the pizza the other prepared and were complementing each other on the result. Smiles never faded away. Beside Cleo was her brother, Cole. He too was smiling, laughing in fact, with the adults. Beside him, his father.

Daphne had met them and had a little conversation with them. Cole had just graduated high school and would go to the University by October. He had a car of his own and was working on getting an apartment too. Daphne didn't see the mother and no one mentioned her so she didn't pry further but that didn't stop her from wondering.

Cleo's father loved dad jokes. He couldn't help but stick one every two sentences. They made people laugh for the sole reason of being hilarious, so stupid that it has you wondering how can someone even come up with them. He had a deep voice that made everything he said sound serious which made the jokes come off even funnier. Cole took after him. He too had a deep voice but he didn't make any hilarious jokes. Everything he did and said sounded very mature. Daphne assumed that he probably read a lot or had a good academic performance. He just sounded like he could be the class president, like the type of teenage student who could argue with a scumbag of a teacher pushing sixty who feels heavily entitled. 

Cleo's voice contrasted theirs. She was the bright moon on a dark and starless night. Her voice was as chirpy as her laugh. She looked like the type of person who could rock golden shades because she glowed. She glows. She looked like the type of girl you'd always want to be happy, never sad, never see cry. The type of girl whose sad face could induce the watcher into a great state of melancholy. The type of person that can make anyone empathic. 

A part of her almost reminded Daphne of her mother with the only difference that while her mother talked so much in fear of causing a misunderstanding, Cleo talked so much because she was simply made like that. Her mind was a running film strip.  A very fast one and she was always in a hurry to talk about it in every of its details.

The lunch went on like this. Laughter was the only thing you could hear. Some dad jokes here and there but all for fun. All in happiness.

Daphne in that moment thought that her past life wasn't a life. Was she dead the whole time because she started feeling alive only this day, in this instant, sitting between her mom and her old-yet-new friend, eating pizza in the wonderful atmosphere of the sunny day.

Yeah, she was probably dead the whole time. Or at least a zombie.

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Harrow's Holiday Cheer Event Master List

listed are all the fulfilled drabble requests from the Harrow's Holiday Cheer Event, celebrating my little blog hitting 2k followers! 🥳🎈✨ this is all thanks to you, and i appreciate you very much!

🎈 requests are closed!

but you are welcome to check the master post for details on what is going on here.

❗ warnings vary from post to post, so see each individual story for information.

♡ - fluff | ☽ - smut | ☁ - angst | ✘ - no fluff, smut, or angst

🎈 Member x Reader

Patience. We're getting there. | ≈ 640 words Hope for the Holidays Hoseok x Non-Binary (afab) Reader | ♡ ↳ You are moments away from meeting Hoseok's family and trying not to spiral, and Hoseok is a calming presence who keeps you grounded.

Why are you stopping? | ≈ 535 words ❣ What, now? Jungkook x Female Reader | ☽ ↳ Just another day in the life of Jungkook and baby squirt.

You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now. | ≈ 770 words ❣ Collateral Hoseok x Female Reader | ✘ ↳ You and some friends visit Paradise for a fun night out and you meet an alluring stranger who invites you to a part of the club many don't know exist.

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Beg me and I'll think about it. | ≈ 1,680 words ❣ Dollhouse Namjoon x Collateral Taehyung | ☽ ↳ Namjoon is eager to forget about everything for a night and Taehyung has just the remedy.

Fuck, you're killing me. | ≈ 1,660 words ❣ Dollhouse Yoongi x Collateral Yoongi | ☽ ↳ Yoongi finds a way to clone himself, so naturally his first instinct is to fuck himself.

Say please. | ≈ 500 words ❣ Pretty in Pink Yoongi x Collateral Taehyung | ✘ ↳ Yoongi, accompanied by his best friend Namjoon, attends a kink event at an exclusive club, and he meets someone who is as handsome as he is lethal.

♡ - fluff | ☽ - smut | ☁ - angst | ✘ - no fluff, smut, or angst

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BTS OT7 X READER.

Sinopse: após anos convivendo com seus amigos dos reinos vizinhos, você descobre que terá que casar com um deles, mas será que você conseguirá escolher somente um?!.

cap.01

°•° O salão de festas estava cheio, vários reis e rainhas comemorando o aniversário de 9 anos da princesa. Você entretanto, não estava lá curtindo a sua própria festa no seu próprio aniversário, você deve estar lá junto aos seus pais recebendo os convidados educadamente.

Quando duas mulheres chegam perto da sua mãe e dizem:

Mulher 1: há quanto tempo s/m?!

s/m: sim, vocês estão perfeitas, e esses pequenos quem são?

Agora você percebeu, que junto as mulheres haviam 7 outros garotos, eles estavam todos olhando pra você.

Mulher 2: são nossos filhos, trouxemos eles para conhecer a princesa.

S/m: há claro, isso é ótimo, s/n está realmente precisando de amigos, não é querida?!

Isso era verdade, você não tinha amigos, nunca conviveu com outras crianças.

S/m: s/n querida porque não leva seus novos amigos para brincar no jardim, eu cuido dos convidados, não se preocupe.

Sua mãe, não era uma princesa, ela era uma simples florista, até que o rei se apaixonou por ela. Por isso ela entende que você não pode ter só responsabilidades, principalmente nessa idade, então ela te defende do seu pai.

Você então acenou para os garotos o seguirem, e assim fizeram.

Chegando ao jardim, você se sentou para observar a lua e as estrelas, quando você ouve uma voz.

??: Então você fala?

??: Jungkook olha o respeito!

Jungkook?: Foi mal hyung.

Um garoto então senta ao seu lado.

??: Oi meu nome é Hoseok. Qual o seu nome?

S/n: s/n.

Hoseok: prazer em conhecer, esse são Jungkook, Seokjin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin e Taehyung.

Ele diz apontando pra cada um.

Tae: nós vamos ser amigos ok?!

você acena com a cabeça.

Yoongi: ok você pode falar agora, nós já sabemos que você fala.

O garoto chamado seokjin da um tapa na nuca do garoto chamado yoongi.

Yoongi: aí!!

Jin: sinto muito por esses insensíveis, você deve estar nervosa né?!

S/n: sim, desculpe, não estou acostumada a falar com outras pessoas.

Namjoon; tudo bem, vamos ter muito tempo para nos conhecemos melhor.

e foi aí que começou, sua amizade onde você confia sua vida a esses meninos e eles confiam a vida dele em você.

•°• 6 anos depois •°•

•°•°•continua...•°•°•°

!!!NÃO TENHO INTENÇÃO DE OFENDER NINGUÉM, MUITO MENOS OS MENINOS, O GIF NÃO É MEU!!!

Espero que tenham gostado :)

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Come Doused In Mud

[contortionist!jimin x reader] [3.1k+ smut, yandere, ‼️ nonconsensual/dubious con sex, kidnapping, allusion to drugs, dark themes] This is the next and final part of Come As You Are. Thank you to everyone who gave this fic a chance and read it. Love u!

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"I'm telling you, it was really weird, Tae," you complain to your friend as you pull him out of the tent—away from the show, away from the creepy man. "He was staring the whole time, and I couldn't break away, but I wanted to."

Taehyung chuckles, strangely finding amusement in what you are saying. "It was probably an act—fixate on one of the audience. Either way, these shows, they're all smoke and mirrors. We came here to have fun, yes?"

Your nerves were still buzzing with unease. Taehyung sees you close off and offers you his drink to appease you while his thumb circles your knuckles in an attempt to ground you. "We should at least go on a few rides," he suggests. "And while we go around, I'll make sure to protect you from creepy contortionists." Your friend makes a big show of puffing out his chest. His obvious gleaming mood is a huge contrast to yours. It almost doesn't bother you that despite your attempt to convey your discomfort, he had been too consumed with his high from the show.

But you realize you like him like this. You like that you're someone whose company he enjoys, and he's comfortable enough with you to let loose and be childish.

With a newfound determination to keep that boxy grin on Taehyung's face, you nod and agree to stay a little longer—go on a ride of his choice and maybe go back to the burger stand you skipped last week.

Also, if you allow yourself to be deluded, you can pretend you were out on a date with him. Tonight could be a fleeting glimpse of what it means to be like a couple. And here, you were in your own bubble with Taehyung. It truly felt like bliss, minus the creepy show you just witnessed.

“Come on," Taehyung tugs at your intertwined hands, pulling you out of your inner monologue. "Let’s see what’s there.” His free hand points to a mirror maze while he swings both your arms as he leads you to the labyrinth.

-

“Are we supposed to do something here?” You and Taehyung walk deeper into the center of the maze and as you go further, the light dims. "I mean, what's the point?"

Taehung shrugs in response. “The man said there was a prize in the middle of the maze.” His head turns left and right, hands still clasped together as he leads you through the maze.

You stop walking as you encounter another crossroad, the endless mirrors on each end and lack of light making you dizzy and nauseous. Not to mention that the longer you've been in the maze, with each passing second, your lulled anxiety resurges.

A shudder runs through you, and you can't help but feel the weight of unseen gazes following you and Taehyung. Reaching for Taehyung's hand, you pull him to take the lead. "Come on, Tae," your voice strained with anxiety. "In rigged games like this, left is always the shortest path to the exit, I'm sure of it."

Taehyung, on the other hand, wanted to take in everything. For some reason, he remained unbothered by your growing unease. Usually, he was good at sensing and reading you, but today, he remained partly oblivious. "What's the rush?" He tugs his limbs back, hands gripping yours tighter. "Come on, Y/N. I think we should go right. It could be fun."

"What fun can you have here?" You reason, free hand gesturing to the dingy mirrors and dusty panels.

Great. Not only do you feel nauseous, but you're pretty sure you now feel an oncoming migraine.

Your disagreement echoed off the mirrors, each reasoning bouncing back and forth. You were now growing frustrated. Meanwhile, Taehyung looked unperturbed, excited even—fueled by adrenaline and his 'sense of adventure'.

“Okay, you know what? Why don’t we split, and we'll just meet outside after,” he proposes.

It was a compromise. Sure. But if you were honest, you were also scared of walking alone. You look at Taehyung one last time, hoping he takes pity on you, but he remains unmoved. With a resigned sigh, you agree with a nod. Taehyung lets you walk your way first, and when you disappear from his sight after taking another turn, he takes his.

-

Frustration gnawed at your insides as you tried to jump and peek through the panels and mirrors, attempting to catch a glimpse of Taehyung or anything that would get you the fuck out of here. Yet, somehow, as the sun sets outside, the place only seemed to grow darker as nothingness bounced off of each surface.

As if to mock you, the dull fluorescent overhead began to flicker erratically, the flashing lights and shadows worsening your migraine and fueling your paranoia.

You really needed to get out of here. Now.

Screaming Taehyung's name, tears start to well up in your eyes. The weight of isolation began to sink into you, and your breaths came in shallow gasps as fear tightened its grip around you.

Oh god. Not now.

You feel around your pockets for your phone and curse when your hands come empty. Remembering you forgot to take your phone from Taehyung, you curse at everything around you—fuck this maze, fuck your jeans for having tiny pockets. Fuck everything. Your vision blurs as you let a sob out.

Looking up, you're met with your reflection. And you could not shake the unnerving sensation that someone—or something—else lurked just beyond your reflection. Mustering up your courage, you resume navigating around the mirror maze with hesitant steps. Suddenly, you hit your face in a mirror from abruptly turning around at the sight of a passing figure from your peripheral vision. You let out a pained groan, your hands shooting up to hold your assaulted nose.

Fuck.

“Tae, is that you?” You wince, eyes squinting, trying to make out your friend's face in the dim room.

"Tae, come on. You're not being funny. I'm really creeped out."

A minute of silence passed before you were answered. “Your friend is gone,” the voice singsongs.

A shaky breath leaves your lips. Okay, it's not Taehyung. But you refuse to think of the worst yet. Maybe this person can help you out. You clear your throat and address the man, “Hi, do you work here?” Feeling your way through mirrors, not wanting to slam your face again, you carefully feel your way around the maze. You’re not even sure if you’re walking closer to a mirrored image or the man himself.

“Could you please show me the way out? I think I broke my nose.” Though you don’t really think your nose is broken, you just hope he would feel sorry for you. And not to point fingers, but you getting hurt was partly his fault for appearing out of nowhere.

A light from outside pierces and bounces through the mirrors, briefly illuminating the place brighter, allowing you to get a quick glimpse of the man.

You freeze at the familiar face you're confronted with. The performer, contortionist, the man from the show earlier was already looking at you when your eyes found his. It wasn’t like a perchance glance like yours but more of a fixed glare. As if he knew exactly where you stood.

You stop shuffling within the space, hands getting clammy, and the room closes in on you. You don't know where to move, but you need to distance yourself from this man.

The shrieking laughter of a child running outside the tent breaks the eerie silence, and your head turns towards the noise. Resigning to the fact that no one could help you, especially this man, you try to follow the sound of mixed chatters and fanfare.

Heart pounding in your chest, you picked up your heavy feet forward. But with every turn you took, every corridor you rushed towards, you found yourself face to face with yet another dead end.

You refuse to give up.

You screamed Taehyung's name again, shrieked for help, and made any noise that would alarm anyone outside.

You will get out of here.

Hearing another laugh from outside, you turn to the source and run with desperation.

Your view turns dark as the bulb completely burns out. You could no longer see anything. As if the entrance to the maze disappeared into the dark. Immobilized by fear, all you could do was crouch. You'll fucking crawl your way out of here if you have to. You're pawing at the dry grass and dirt, telling yourself to put aside your disgust. You.have.to.get.out.of.here.

Then, just as you think you're making progress in the right direction, your fingers freeze upon feeling something unexpected—a sudden, jarring sensation freezes you in place. You recoiled instinctively, heart pounding in your chest as you realized what you had touched.

A foot.

The realization added a surge of fear coursing through your veins, your mind racing with a thousand terrifying possibilities. Again, you refuse to jump to the worst possibility.

No.

Not long after, you feel a warm breath ghost across your face, followed by a soft voice. "There you are."

It sounded so mellow, as if harmless. But your gut tells you it's anything but that. You feel a pair of rough hands hoist you up by your underarms. You squeal like caged piglets and fight against the person holding you. But before you can scream bloody murder, a striking force knocks you out.

-

Blinking against the harsh stream of light that flooded your vision, you turn sideways to make sense of your surroundings.

"Tae," you mumble—mouth dry and voice hoarse. You feel drilling in your head and your right eye twitches from the prickling pain.

Finally adjusting to the light, you find yourself lying in an unfamiliar room. The first thing you clearly see is the bright bedding draped on you, then a wall adorned with photographs. You force your eyes to make sense of the images, and you regret it. Your breath catches in your throat as you take in the images of you.

Each snapshot was supposed to be a happy memory of you and Taehyung from your first visit to the carnival. But now, you feel repulsed at the immortalized moment, knowing that behind the lights and festivity, darkness lurked. Just as your gut tried to warn you.

You start to wail. And your cries for help grow louder as you realize your hands are chained to the bedpost.

Someone comes closer to you. He plops himself beside you to the bed, demanding your attention. His eyes are alight with a strange mixture of intensity and malice. "Welcome home, Y/N," he smiled. The man reached out a hand, brushing your hair with his fingers. You flinch from his touch and struggle against the restraints.

It takes a minute for your wailing to turn to sensible words. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"

But as you wait for an answer, all you are greeted with is a chilling calmness that you don't share. "Please," you beg.

He remains silent. His fingers still playing with your hair. "Don't you remember me? It's me, Jimin," he introduces himself with a smile.

You thrash around, wanting to mess up his pristine bed, anything that would show him you were against being here.

"Y/N," he calls your name, his voice still calm. Your response is a hard glare. You would curse at him, but you don't trust your voice not to break or turn to sobs again.

"Don't cry, baby." His hands leave your hair to thumb at your creased forehead. "Ever since I saw you, I knew it was you; it had to be you," his words dripping with an unsettling mix of obsession and conviction, "my soulmate."

"You're fucking crazy," you spit your words out; raspy but determined. Disliking your accusation, you stare at you until you shift from discomfort. The weight of his gaze bearing down on you like a suffocating blanket.

"You shouldn't resist, my dear," he deadpans. "We're bound by the red string of fate, tethered together, forever." His face closes in yours and noses at your cheek. His breath was hot against your ear as he resumed talking.

"You felt it too, didn't you?" he whispered, his voice a sinister hiss. "The tug of that thread when you first set foot into my carnival, my home. You cannot deny it any longer."

Your pulse raced with terror as you struggled to comprehend the depth of his delusion. You tried to speak, to protest, but your words were caught in your throat like a knot, choking off any plea, even curse and demeaning words you wanted to shout at him.

How the fuck are you supposed to reason with a crazy man?

Jimin's fingers trail along the curve of your shoulders. "You are finally home, my dear," he murmurs, his touch sending a wave of revulsion coursing through your veins. But you couldn't do anything but take it.

He presses a peck to your cheek. Sensing no movement from you, he slots his lips to yours.

At this, you react violently, your body thrashing to move as far away as you can from him. Your balled fists swing to his face but fall limp, and your feet locked in place tight; you couldn't even push yourself further away from the man.

"Get the fuck away from me," you screech. Guttural screams leave your mouth as you tug at the binds on your limbs.

"Tsk, you're making this difficult, Y/N." He secures your ties, the binds getting tighter, leaving your arms and legs completely immobile.

"I'll show you how good I can be for you, my dear."

-

"Please," you sob, "Please, enough," the last plea comes out as a moan.

Jimin continuously laps at your cunt, his head locked between your trembling thighs. You twist and turn your body to repel him, but Jimin's head only tilts to look at you. His eyes meet yours, and your breath catches in your throat as you are drawn into the depths of his dilated pupils.

Tingles run on Jimin's back, and if possible, his dick stiffens even more. He's exhilarated as he saw a reflection of his own desire mirrored—a passion so intense it threatened to consume you both. Finally.

He knew you were loving this. He knew he was going to have you. And he thinks he already has.

Unable to tear his gaze away, Jimin feels you gradually surrender to the irresistible pull of his hunger. Your defenses dissolved easily like the cotton candy you loved to wrap your tongue around. Arousal spurts from his cock at the thought of having your sweet tongue wrapped around him. Like cotton candy.

He dives back between your thighs and grazes his teeth to your nub. With his fingers prodding inside you in a come-hither motion, you come undone again for the third time. You're full-on panting as you regulate your breathing. Jimin kneels, and your eyes follow him. He was a sinful delight—lips glistening with your arousal, cheeks flushed, and his cock stands tall and weepy.

He notices your lidded eyes as you stare at his cock and chuckles. "Don't worry. I'll let you feel me sooner than later," he cajoles.

You couldn't find your sanity. You should be resisting, screaming, doing anything to make this difficult for him, but your body just resigns—pliant, submissive to his. You hesitantly bend your knees as far as your bounds let you and ready yourself for him.

With one swooping motion, Jimin leans closer to your body and lines his hard cock to your pussy. You moan in unison as he sinks his tip inside you. His other hand caressed your cheek, and you surprised yourself further as you leaned in. At this, Jimin smiles and smashes his lips to yours. Your mouth locks in a heated, hungry kiss.

Letting his love pour from every pore and hole, Jimin pushes his shaft inside you. The feeling of his bare cock and thick girth pulls an animalistic reaction from you—your nails indent his flawless skin, and your teeth sink to his shoulder, devouring him in all ways. Jimin's hand cups your ass to pull you towards his thrusting hips, his hunger for you never-ending.

And finally, he thinks, you've surrendered to your need for him as well.

A sigh leaves his lips as you move your grip from his back to brush through his hair. He trails kisses along your neck going to your collarbones, each peck turning into love bites. You whimper at the sting, and your lover grows feral at the melodies of your pleasure.

If possible, he would weld you two together like this—forever tangled in euphoria and pleasure. Jimin's hand dips between your compressed bodies, fingers traveling from your tits, taking his time tracing patterns on every skin he touches until he reaches his destination—your clit. His eyes stay on your face as he watches your face contort in pleasure to every flick and motion of his fingers to your pussy.

You stare back, as if beckoning him to cum with you. And so he does.

Your body trembles like aftershocks, and Jimin feels his cock protest in sensitivity.

This is wrong, you think as you have your arms wrapped around your captor. But letting him have his way with you, somehow felt right. This felt like home.

-

Jimin watches you slumber. His index finger softly traces the slope of your nose. "My beautiful Y/N."

He secures your wrist to the bedpost once again after making love to you. He couldn't risk it yet. Sure, you were no longer screaming at his face, but it's too early, he decides. You've been with him for a week now, and in those seven days, you’ve done nothing but fuck.

A patterned knock pulls his gaze from you.

About damn time.

Jimin opens the door to a grinning man. "Took you long enough," he sneers.

His friend only huffs, "Well, excuse you. I had to deal with the missing reports. Her friends are fucking persistent, and I had to play my part."

"Well, is it dealt with?" Jimin pours water for him and his visitor.

"It's not hitting the local news yet, but I feel like it will die down in a few days." His guest waves off the offered water. "You and I know what could be in that water."

Jimin scoffs. "Why the fuck would I want you passed out in my home." The man across from him just shrugs in response, then says his goodbye.

"Hey, Taehyung," your so-called friend raises his brows, awaiting Jimin's next words, "Thanks for the help with Y/N. I owe you one."

Taehyung only wiggles his eyebrows. He chances a look over Jimin's shoulders to peek at you lying on the bed across the room, then pulls the door close as he leaves.

-

[midorisplash]

Jungkook is Coming Over Tonight.

Pairing: Sub!Jungkook x Dom!Reader

Summary: Jungkook is invited to spend the night at his friend's girlfriend's house..

Warnings: Masturbation (M), degrading, blanket sniffing, Nipple play, degrading, exhibitionism.

Word Count: 2.1K

"Y/N, remember Jungkook is coming over tonight.” Taehyung spoke looking over at you from across the couch. You looked back at him nodding slowly pausing before starting to speak. "Yeah…Why is he coming again? I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't like him he's just a bit… awkward…" You mumbled. Taehyung pouted turning to face you. "He's not that awkward, you two just aren't close yet. And he's coming over cause I promised we could hang out today. Taehyung spoke standing up and stretching just in time as there was a knock on the door. You looked at the door and then at Taehyung watching as he walked over to the entrance opening it up for his awkward friend, Jungkook.

You quickly looked away starting to play with your fingers as the boys greeted each other. "Hey!" Jungkook spoke waving at Tae who wasted no time wrapping his arms around Jungkook forcing him into a hug. " I missed you!" Taehyung giggled pulling away and walking into the living room back to sit on the couch sitting next to you. "Close the door please bro." Jungkook nodded closing the door behind him then walking over to the couch his gaze slowly reaching you. "H-hi, hey Y/N." He spoke softly. You brought your eyes up from your hands to look at him swallowing a bit "Hey Jungkook, how are you?" "I'm good." He spoke looking at Taehyung sitting beside him.

The night went on and Jungkook and Taehyung talked and played lots of games, you had just sat and watched for a little before you decide to go to your bedroom and get on your computer so they could have more bro time.

"Let's watch a movie bro, I'm getting tired." Taehyung spoke resting his head on the couch. "But then you'll fall asleep." Jungkook said picking up the remote and heading to Netflix. "That's the point, we'll both fall asleep, you can just stay till the morning, right? It's late to be driving anyway." Jungkook nodded at his words slowly. “Y/N would be okay with that?” “Uh, yeah… They should be.” Tae shrugged “I’ll tell them when I head to the bedroom.” Tae smiled as Jungkook nodded starting to look through the movies.

5 minutes turned to 10, 10 turned to 20 and around 30 Taehyung had passed out almost drolling and all. Jungkook yawned a bit pulling his head up and looking at Tae. "Tae?" Jungkook whispered waiting for a response "Taehyung?" He waited for a second longer. Realizing Tae was long asleep. Jungkook dragged himself up starting to look for where you would normally keep a blanket. A closet, He walked to the only three doors in the apartment to his surprise the first one he opened instead of being a closet it was your bedroom. He blinked looking at you. Luckily you're back was facing the door and you had a big headset on so you couldn't see or hear that he entered.

To be honest, Jungkook always wanted to catch you alone like this. It sounds wrong but he knew he wouldn’t do anything bad he just wanted to be around you. As soon as Taehung introduced you to him he fell in love with the way you presented yourself. For him, he’s willing to call it love at first sight, just sucks you had to be his best friend's girlfriend.

Jungkook watched you for a moment and almost without thinking entirely, walked into the room closing the door behind him. He didn't know how he was gonna approach you, he gulped his head starting to run with too many thoughts. His heart starting to pound. He thought about if he should just come up behind you and put his hand over your mouth, if he should just turn back around and walk out.

But it was too late now, he concluded he should just tap your shoulder. He bit his lip slightly starting to walk up behind you gradually, taking a deep breath before tapping you on your shoulder.

Not to his shock, you turned around with stiffness your eyes wide. You had gotten so scared your heart was almost beating out of your chest. "Sorry! Don't scream!" Jungkook uttered putting his finger over his lip and making a shushing motion. Your eyes stayed wide looking at Jungkook who let out a little awkward chuckle. "I-I’m S-sorry I just…I just needed to uh..ask you something." He spoke softly. "And you had to sneak up on me?" You spoke harshly turning your chair to face him reaching to your headset taking it off one ear. He nodded slowly "I-I shouldn’t have done that. I'm sorry." He spoke cursing himself in his head walking up a bit more and sitting on the corner of your bed a few inches away from your chair.

You sighed letting your heart slow down a moment looking at him then rolling your eyes slightly with a smile. "It's okay. What did you need?" Jungkook started nibbling at his lips at your words somehow forgetting what he was even looking for to begin with.

He’s all alone with you right now, Taehyung is asleep, and there's so much that could happen. He shook his head quickly at his indecent thoughts looking up to meet your confused expression. “Uh..um…I was looking for a…for a blanket! Right a blanket, Taehyung fell asleep.” He spoke, “I needed to ask where you keep the blankets?”

You nodded slowly “Just take the one off the bed.” You spoke “O-okay… But what about when you go to sleep?” “I have more blankets I’ll get.” You spoke with a small smile “Is that it Jungkook?” Jungkook nodded bringing his gaze down to his hands. “Oh and also, T-Taehyung said I could stay the night..that’s okay right?” You blinked rolling your eyes slightly annoyed he’s just let someone stay at the house. “Yeah, it's fine.” You smiled. Jungkook finally looked back up at you and smiled back standing up quickly and grabbing the blanket off your bed. “I’ll see you in the morning then.” He spoke. “Yes, you will.” You awkwardly giggled turning to face your computer again putting your headset back on fully.

He walked with the blanket quickly out of the room his heart pounding harder just as he walked out closing the door behind him. He leaned against it catching his breath for some reason when he got a sniff of the blanket… It smelled so much like you. He blinked looking down at it before bringing it to his face holding a chuck of it against his nose and taking a big whiff. It smells so good. He caught his breath, taking another whiff almost moaning at the sent pulling it away and looking back up walking over to where Taehyung sat on the couch still knocked out. Jungkook slowly sat next to him tossing the blanket up so it fell on both him a Taehyung looking down at the blanket.

He took a deep breath before grabbing a chuck again a smelling it hard. He couldn’t help himself, it was like you had just rubbed your perfume all over it before placing it on the bed, is this how you smell every time you sleep? He thought, bringing his head back and catching his breath looking over at Taehyung still asleep. Jungkook gulped slowly laying down on the couch, just big enough that his feet couldn’t touch Taegyung unless he moved too much.

He kept sniffing the blanket putting it over his head even, all he could think about is all the stuff that could have happened just now. What if he went in there and you so excitedly wanted to fuck him? What if he went in there and you pushed him onto the bed and started to ride him, covering his mouth so he wouldn’t scream and wake up Taehyung? He knows everything he’s thinking is so unrealistic but it doesn’t stop him from getting turned on thinking about it.

He groaned quietly biting his lip and pulling the blanket away from his nose bringing it down so his cheat was shown. He closed his eyes lifting his shirt and bringing a hand to rub over his soft chest. What if you made him eat you out? What would have happened if you had the same feelings for him? What if you were touching yourself right now just like him over the slightest interaction together? He twitched slightly as his fingers grazed over his hardened nipple opening his eyes quickly and looking at Taehyung sound asleep. He brought his gaze down seeing just how hard his cock pressed against his pants. Sighing quietly he took his free hand down unbuckling his belt and undoing his buttons still rubbing his harsh fingers over his sensitive nipple. He unzipped wasting no time cupping his bulge and rubbing over it for much need friction biting his lip to hold back his groan.

The thought that you could walk out right now and see him, and the thought that Taehyung could wake up any minute only made him more turned on. He hated that it turned him on so much it was one of the things tightening the knot in the pit of his stomach. “Oh~ fuck.” He whispered pinching his nipple and squeezing his bulge before pulling away his hips fidgeting up uncontrollably to chase his hand. He did think about getting up and going to the bath, but he just couldn’t, he wanted to cum right here and now. Especially since he lived the thought of getting caught so much.

He lifted his hips as much as he could pulling his pants further down then grabbing the hem of his boxers and dragging them down as well. He looked at his cock through squinted eyes his eyebrows knitted together watching as he was already leaking on his stomach. He mewled quietly throwing his head back. He wanted your help so bad, why can’t you just be his? And use him, just use him however you wanted. He calmed himself turning over slowly so his cock was dangling over the edge of the couch bringing his hand straight to his shaft starting to pump himself at a steady pace his pre cum making his hand move gracefully as he kept his other hand quickly flicking over his nipple.

“Ngh..” he grumbled quietly as he could his body tensing up the knot in his stomach pulling even more. He really doing this right next to his best friend thinking about his best friend's girlfriend at that, he’s disgusting, he’s a pervert, he almost hates himself but thinking about it only gets him closer. “I’m sorry..” he whispered out in a soft cry “Ugh.. I’m so sorry..” he couldn’t take this anymore, he was thinking about too much, his body was feeling too much just a couple more strokes and he’s gonna cum all over his best friends floor.

He gonna cum all over his best friend's floor, thinking about his best friend's girlfriend “Oh.. oh god..” he cried bringing his hand off his nipple and up the mouth covering his mouth his hand not stopping his desperate strokes. Just then that knot in his stomach snapped sending a wave through his disgusting body cum pooling out of him on the floor as he kept stroking. It was so hard trying to stay still and quiet his hips jolting up every other second while his heart almost busted. He got teary-eyed watching through cloudly vision as his cock let out a couple more pitiful drops of cum onto the floor his hand pulling away soon after to not overstimulate him.

He took his hand off his mouth laying on his back and panting hitched breaths looking up at the ceiling in a fog until he quickly snapped out of it looking at Taehyung who thankfully just frowned in his sleep. Jungkook sighed in relief taking his shaking hand lifting his hips and tugging up his boxers and pants laying like that for a while.

Before he could do anything else Taehyung moved around stretching his arms out and yawing making Jungkook gasped quickly pulling the blanket to cover his unbuckled pants and still semi-hard cock. Taehyung groaned opening his eyes barely looking at Jungkook “What’s wrong?” “N-nothing! I was just about to fall asleep”. He spoke trying not to sound panicked. Taehung nodded slowly and looked down at the blanket “Nice, I’m gonna go lay down in my bed…Goodnight.” He spoke with a raspy voice standing up slowly and walking past Jungkook stopping after a couple of steps and looking down. “Why is it wet on the ground?” “I uh..I spilled something!” Jungkook said quickly “I'm sorry!” Taehung nodded and kept walking. “it’s okay, just clean it up later.” He spoke sheepishly walking his bedroom.

Jungkook let out a sigh of relief looking up at the ceiling and decide to completely catch his breath before starting to clean up his mess.

©midorisplash

[raplinesmoon]

did it all for love (KTH x F!reader)

pairing: nerd!taehung x camgirl!reader (ft. Jungkook, Yoongi, and Seokjin)

genres/aus/rating: strangers to lovers, angst, smut, mystery, this is kinda dark, 18+

summary: Taehyung did it all for you.

warnings: minor character d*ath (not graphic, occurs off-screen), taehyung is kind of messed up and obsessive, camming, masturbation (m and f), clit stimulation, toys, nipple play, fingering, p*ssy slapping, , s*xting, dry humping, manipulation, hallucination, plot twist!

word count: 4k

a/n: happy tae bae day!! this is a little late gift, but I can’t get k*ll bill by sza out of my brain, and I wanted to put my own spin on the dialogue in the chorus, especially after seeing a tiktok about the song! this is darker and a lot different than what I usually write, so I hope the change-up is still fun!! I hope you enjoy <3

Taehyung looks at the scuff marks on his Converse, the once bright and impeccable white now littered with lines and scratches where the dirt has settled in. No amount of washing had been able to get it out, and now it stares him in the face every time he looks at the ground.

He lets out a sigh before pushing on the wooden door, stepping into the equally earth-toned office, and overwhelmed with the smell of crisp cotton fragrance. He wondered why Yoongi preferred this scent in particular over anything else. To others, it might have screamed comfort, a warm smell to remind them of home. For Taehyung, the endless churning of the washer in the basement of his apartment complex echoed in his ears, the sound eventually blocking his hearing until he felt like he was trapped on the dock once more, caught between the world and the wide ocean.

Yoongi looks up from scratching on his notepad, a faint smile coming to his face when he finds Taehyung at the threshold. He says nothing, but his eyes gleam as he beckons Taehyung inside, taking in the same faded white t-shirt and beaten-up sneakers he’s worn to the past couple of sessions. Taehyung swears he sees the smile fade for a second before Yoongi’s expression goes blank, and a pit settles in the bottom of his chest. 

He takes a seat on the couch, the soft cushions settling into his back, and he meets Yoongi’s cat-like stare. Somehow, the look in his therapist’s eyes unnerves him more than anything he’d ever seen, despite what the past weeks had put him through.

“Okay Taehyung,” Yoongi’s calm voice echoes into the space in between them. “Can you tell me how your week went?”

I’m so mature, I’m so mature, I’m so mature, Taehyung repeats to himself in the back of his mind. He could tell Yoongi what he wanted to hear. He could make it all go away, with just a few simple words. Yoongi could tell him there was a way to move on.

But Taehyung did none of that. Instead, he took a deep breath, a smirk making its way onto his face. 

“I opened the website again. I may be salty, but I’m still a fan.”

Yoongi remains silent, but Taehyung can hear the pen slip from his grasp, the neat handwriting on the page now gone completely askew from his confession.

8 weeks earlier

The ping had to be a mistake, Taehyung thought to himself, glancing at Jungkook’s face on the camera, focused as ever. Their village was under siege, and everyone knew Jungkook was the best warrior on the team. It wasn’t like him to be so… distracted during one of the quests. Maybe a virus infected Jungkook’s computer from all the porn his friend watched in the hours he wasn’t glued to his gaming setup.

Or maybe it was actually the potion Taehyung needed to recover from the damage he’d undertaken. Jungkook was a master-coder after all. Maybe he hadn’t wanted the opponents to know he was sending Taehyung anything. If there was one thing Taehyung was, it was vilely optimistic about the goodwill of others. And so, he clicks on the link.

Immediately, his eyes don’t know where to look. Things flash across his screen - things he’s not used to seeing as a recluse who spends most of his time in his apartment either gaming or playing with his dog Yeontan. His mind flashes back to Raya, the sweet girl from his art history class that had asked him out last week. Taehyung had stuttered through a series of excuses, ignoring the way her face fell when she realized he meant no, and wondered if that rejection had lead him to this moment.

His fingers twitch against the keyboard, wanting to type up a sarcastic reply to Jungkook, but Taehyung is frozen instead, his eyes wildly dancing across the screen. Tits, ass, and pussy all flash back in his face, and he slams his laptop shut in a split second, cutting off the game and breathing heavily into the emptiness of his room.

Only to open it back up again a second later, the dim light of the screen reflecting on his glasses. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches something, a flashing video with the annoying trending symbol all over it, and his breath catches in his throat when he sees the thumbnail.

Not even a second later, he’s clicked on the video, overwhelmed by the plethora of pink he sees: pink satin sheets, fluffy pink pillow, hazy pink fairy lights. It was far beyond what Taehyung expected from a site like this. It was… sweet. And there in the middle was you, the sweetest thing of them all. 

Taehyung doesn’t know how long you’ve been sprawled in the middle of the sheets, your legs up against the headboard, spread wide open as you writhe on the bed, and he looks at the progress bar to realize he’s missed the last ten minutes of you teasing yourself, ghosting touches up and down a body he couldn’t even have conjured up in his wildest dreams.

You giggle, the bubbly sound breaking through the sensual jazz song in the background, and you clasp your hands together in glee. Taehyung’s mouth hangs wide open, wondering how he’d stumbled across something so perfect.

“Alright,” your melodious voice melts into the background, and Taehyung feels a shiver go down his spine. “Now that most of us are here, the real show can begin. Thank you all for tuning in!”

And with that, you spread your legs as wide as they can go, thighs straddling the headboard as gravity forces your tits to fall out of the skimpy, pearl-encrusted bralette you’d chosen for tonight’s show. The dark brown circles surrounding your nipples are so distracting that Taehyung almost misses the main event, gasping when he sees it. 

The same opalescent stones shine over the folds of your glistening pussy, the arousal smeared all over your thighs, highlighting the little razor bumps and stretch marks right by your mound, Taehyung doesn’t know if he’s ever seen a more beautiful girl.

Your fingers reach up, right in between your spread legs, and you press down, arching your back as you hold back a moan. Taehyung sees the pearl move, and immediately realizes you’re rubbing it against your clit, your fingers working in slow circles as you let out the prettiest gasps.

Taehyung looks down at the faded blue boxers he’s wearing, slipping a hand underneath to palm at his hardening length, barely able to concentrate on anything except the lewd squelching sounds of your wetness that are quickly becoming louder and more pronounced, and his heartbeat racing in his ears. Soon his fingers copy your motions, wrapping around his cock, thumbing at the bead of precum that has begun to leak from his tip.

“This feels so nice,” you say breathlessly, ignoring the dings of tips and comments flying across the screen. “But I need a little bit more, don’t you think?”

Your hand reaches to the side, pulling a sparkly pink dildo into view. You laugh softly as you run your hands over the intimidating length, and Taehyung feels his cock immediately stiffen at the thought of what you hands would look like around him.

He watches, frozen in amazement as you run the dildo up and down your soaked cunt, coating it in your filmy wetness. You gasp in delight when your gaping hole begins to clench around the tip, free hand coming up to cup your breast, fingers pinching at your stiff nipple with a sigh. 

Taehyung pumps his cock, groaning as his headset falls off, clattering to the floor, and the sounds of debauchery fill his surround sound speakers.

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” you moan, slipping the toy inside while your fingers rub at your clit once more. “Needed you to fill me up so good…”

Your voice trails off in pleasure, and Taehyung feels delirious, twisting his cock in both hands, picking up his pace. 

Your hips buck up against the headboard as you drag the toy in and out, wetness splashing against your thighs with every motion, and you shudder, fucking the dildo even faster into yourself.

Taehyung’s hand wraps tighter around himself, watching your pussy suck in the toy, and he imagines for a second how you’d feel riding him, delicious ass slapping against his balls and gorgeous tits swaying in his face. 

All of a sudden, a buzzing noise fills the air, and Taehyung sees the dildo begin to vibrate before it disappears inside you once, the setting ramping up higher and higher while you hold it inside. 

“Ahhh—fuck, I’m so close, gonna come for you,” you sob, tears filling your eyes from the pleasure, and Taehyung wants to wipe them away, to let you know how gorgeous you look like this for him.

“Mmmh yes, yes, oh-oh yesssss!!” you scream, your legs slipping from the headboard as you come, your hand no longer able to hold onto the dildo as it falls to the side, still buzzing at the highest setting. 

“Shit!” Taehyung groans in time with you, spurts of his own cum ruining his boxers, leaving a dark wet stain against the fabric. 

You flip over, propping yourself onto your elbows, and Taehyung can see the flushed look on your face and the way your eyes sparkle.

“Thanks for watching and tipping everyone! I was gonna go clean myself up, but maybe I’ll hang around for a few minutes, chat with some of you guys! It’s been a long time!”

You reach for your laptop, pulling it close but not shutting off the stream, and the next minute or so is quiet as you look through the messages, smiling and muttering soft thank-yous.

Taehyung’s fingers move before he can even comprehend what he’s about to do, and the ping of his message echoes through the speakers. Suddenly, he wonders if he’s made a grave mistake.

“Taehyung, right? I’m___. So nice to finally meet you after your sweet message.” 

Your hand reaches out towards him, and Taehyung can’t believe this is real, that he’s meeting you right now, in a crowded café, with dozens of other people around, when not even forty-eight hours ago, he’d sent you a DM after jerking off to one of your cam shows. 

Your demeanor is just as sweet in real life, stirring your hot chocolate with a dazed look as you bite your lip shyly, and Taehyung is lost for words. 

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung chokes out, slapping his palm on the table to steady himself. “I know this is all so sudden, and I truly don’t know what was wrong with me when I messaged you. But why’d you say yes?”

Taehyung had been beside himself at the response to his impulse message, your pink hearts and cute emojis signifying that nothing had been wrong from his end, but he had to wonder, why him? You probably got messages like that from every person that watched your stream?

“I don’t,” you interrupt his thoughts. “I don’t usually get nice messages like yours, asking me about myself. Contrary to what you think, most people only watch me for one thing.”

The way you say it is so sad, Taehyung wants to wipe the sadness from your face, to make you smile like you deserve to. He hates how people can be so fake in this world, only chasing after their own motives, and forgetting other people in the aftermath. 

“But you’re not like that, Taehyung. I knew you’d be different.”

But he wasn’t like that. Taehyung’s heart swells with pride at the compliment, and he straightens up, slipping his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. 

He doesn’t know how long he listens to you speak, about how lonely you’ve felt while camming, how much you’d been hurting since your ex broke up with you, and he thinks that anyone would be a fool to let you go.

When you bid him goodbye with a kiss to his cheek, asking to meet again, Taehyung smiles all the way home. He doesn’t even feel guilty when he opens his laptop again and goes right to his bookmark of your stream, to find you half dressed in the frilly top you’d worn to meet him and nothing else. 

He feels his balls grow heavy as he watches you slap your cunt in between fingering yourself, babbling about how you want nothing more than to be able to come.

“Yes,” Taehyung grunts as he fists his cock. “Come for me, ___.”

And although you aren’t with him, he knows you hear him, squealing when your squirt gushes out of you, soaking your fingers and everything underneath. 

Your soft gasps echo into the mic, the wetness seeping into the delicate fabric of your top, and Taehyung feels proud knowing he was the one who made you feel like this, that he wasn’t like the rest of them. He was different. 

After the first time, you spend more and more time together, Taehyung texting you every day. Sometimes it’s pictures of Yeontan, while other times it’s stealthy shots of his cock, to which you reply with lewd ones of your own, like the one where you were only dressed in an oversized t-shirt that was pulled in between your lips to expose your hard nipples to him. He feels like he’s in heaven, so in love with you, and the beauty you’ve brought to his life.

Even Jungkook can’t stop teasing him about it, telling him about how he’s turned into a puppy dog at your feet, skipping his gaming sessions to go to the farmer’s market with you instead, watching you pick sweet peaches to make a pie. 

He’s amazed at how quickly you came into his life and changed everything for him, and how he’d do anything for you. Anything at all.

. . . 

It’s raining on the day you come to him, arms wrapped around your shivering body, sweater soaked through. Taehyung lets you in quietly, not commenting on how your eyes are red, and he can’t tell if the smudged mascara is from tears or raindrops. Instead, he makes you ramen, sitting quietly on the couch as you slurp it up, waiting for you to speak.

“Taehyung, you love me, right?” you ask him, and Taehyung’s taken aback. In all the weeks you’d spent together, the two of you had never really talked about what you were. In his mind, of course you were his girlfriend, but he’d been waiting for the right moment to officially ask. 

And even though it was new, Taehyung knew that as you looked up at him with tear-stained eyes, that yes, he did love you. He’d never know what it felt like before, but it had to be this, this strange, fluttery feeling that bubbled up inside his chest whenever you were around. His mind always raced when he thought of you, and he attributed it to your dazzling beauty, of course, but also your amazing personality. 

“I love you,” he says back quietly, and you smile, grabbing his hand in yours and pressing a kiss to his fingertips, before pushing him back into the couch and straddling his thighs. Your clothed core pushes up against his crotch, and you both moan. Your lips descend on him hungrily, pressing kisses to his jaw, his neck, biting his ear, and Taehyung loses his mind until he’s coming, your heavy breaths mingling in the cold air. 

“Can you do something with me then, together? It’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.”

Soaring high from his orgasm, all Taehyung can do is nod yes, the haze following him long after you’ve left, and he’s tucked away in his bed for the night. So strong are his dreams of you that he never once stops to think how you never said it back. 

A bead of sweat drips down Taehyung’s back as he waits in the car for you. The neighbourhood isn’t unlike his own, a mix of young professionals and families, peaceful and quiet, yet also lively with its mix of coffee shops and restaurants.

Yet, at this time of night, it seems completely dead. Taehyung can only hear the buzzing of cicadas and the sporadic barks of a nearby neighbor’s dog. Looking at the house, he sees the light is on, but he can’t make out your figure inside.

He wonders if it was a bad idea, agreeing to this. Even at your very first meeting, you’d opened up about your ex, Seokjin, and how he’d broken your heart. Taehyung had wanted to throttle the man for putting a frown on your perfect face, but he’d been powerless to argue with you, claiming that talking to him was the closure you needed. 

He’d insisted on coming with you for it, wanting to offer you a shoulder to cry on. Taehyung was inexperienced with matters of the heart, but somehow he knew this visit would most likely end with you in tears, and a sad girlfriend was not something he wanted right now. He’d already planned out your escape route, scouting out a local ice cream place that was a couple of minutes drive that he could whisk you away to. Sugar was the cure for all sadness.

His musing is interrupted by the buzzing of his phone, and he unlocks it, shocked to see a notification from you.

Taehyung, please come inside, the door’s unlocked.

Taehyung doesn’t know what to make of it. Had things gone horribly wrong? Did Jin want to take you back? More importantly, why did you need him to get involved?

I’m scared. You follow up the notification with another one, and Taehyung’s unbuckling his seatbelt faster than he can think, running up the walkway to the front door. He’s shocked to find it unlocked, and he realizes Jin might have never locked it after he let you in.

Making his way through the house, he expects to hear something, whether it’s the yelling of an argument or soft voices quietly exchanging deadly blows. But there’s nothing, and that’s what unnerves him even more. 

Turning the corner into the first room he finds, he freezes. The white carpet is now dyed pink from the red that seeps into it, reminding him of one of your videos, and in the middle is you, crouched over the body of a handsome man he can only assume is Seokjin.

Your eyes shoot up, finally noticing his presence in the room, and he remarks at how bloodshot they are. Whether it’s from tears or pure craze, he can’t tell.

“I just killed my ex,” you whisper softly, your voice calm and even, and Taehyung feels his blood run cold, running over to support you from falling over.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asks urgently. “Did he touch you? Did he hurt you? Because if he did, I swear to–”

“If I can’t have him, no one will,” you mutter into his chest, and Taehyung feels his heart stop. You ignore him, sobbing into his chest, and Taehyung feels an icky feeling settle in at the base of his spine. His arms itch to remove themselves from around you, but they feel weighed down, like his veins have been injected with lead. 

He convinces himself you must be delirious, acting out in self-defense after an argument with Seokjin, and now the other man lies on the floor unmoving. Right? That had to be it. Seokjin only got what he deserved, breaking the heart of a sweet thing like you.

“___, coming here wasn’t the best idea, we have to go,” he tells you. You both need to leave right now before this gets worse.

“I can’t leave him here like this, Tae. Help me, please?”

And just like everytime you ask, Taehyung is powerless to refuse. 

How’d I get here? Taehyung thinks to himself five minutes later, as he helps you drag the body through the house, depositing it in the backyard. He watches as you bend over the once handsome man, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I still love you though,” you whisper softly, and although you hope no one hears, Taehyung does, the sinking realization of what he’d just been roped into settling in his gut. You’d never said you loved Taehyung, in all the time you’d known each other, not even when the two of you were cuddled up on the couch watching movies, or when you furiously rode his cock and pinched at your nipples to make yourself come. 

But you loved Seokjin, even now, standing over his cold, lifeless body, and Taehyung had never felt so betrayed.

This wasn’t fair. He wanted to be the one you spoke of so fondly, the one who captivated your heart. After all, he was alive, and Seokjin wasn’t. He’d do anything to make you realize he was the one.

“Shhh,” you whisper against his lips, sensing his unease. “This has to be our little secret okay? I need you Taehyung, I need you now more than ever. I can’t be alone anymore.”

And so, Taehyung drives you back to your place, helps you clean up, helps you dispose of the evidence, and wraps his arm around your waist as he slips into bed with you. 

In the morning, he’d wake up, and realize this was all some crazy dream. That nothing had happened, and you were here in his arms, loving him and only him. He’d do it for you. Both of you.

“I did it all for love,” Taehyung tells Yoongi, the older man now finished with his note taking and completely immersed in studying the shattered soul in front of him. “I did it all for us.”

Yoongi pauses, unsure how to tell Taehyung there was no “us”, there wasn’t even a you. After searching all the records, he’d been unable to find your name anywhere, or your address. In curiosity, he’d even opened up the cam website Taehyung had mentioned, finding many attractive women, but nothing that matched the description Taehyung had given. 

You’d either vanished from existence, or you’d never existed at all. 

“I think that’s enough for today, Taehyung, why don’t you go back to your room?”

Yoongi watches Taehyung slip away with the guards outside the door, the young man muttering to himself quietly, and is thankful there’s a place for him here at Min’s Halfway House. He’d been damaged, likely beyond repair, but love would do that to you. And Yoongi was here to fix whatever “you” had broken. In the chance that one day, maybe Taehyung could return to a normal life outside these walls.

The gleam of Taehyung’s phone is the only light he has in the box of a room, where not even the moonlight can seep in from the boarded up windows. 

You’ve uploaded a new stream, this one different from the rest. You’re more chatty than usual, talking about how insecure you feel because of this new girl in your friend circle, how you think she’s prettier than you, smarter than you, and that your friends will love her more than they ever loved you. 

They’re stupid, Taehyung thinks. Not recognizing perfect when they see it, not appreciating you enough. That’s why you had him. Even from all the way over here, he’d never stop proving his love to you.

The stream ends, and Taehyung types a name into his phone. 

Kim Hee-Jin. Seokjin’s grieving girlfriend, also the conniving bitch you’d talked about in the stream. 

He texts Jungkook the address he finds, knowing that even if he can’t do anything for you beyond these walls, someone else would step up and take his place. 

Because you were worth it, and he’d rather be in hell than ever bear the thought of being alone, without you in his life once more. 

A/N pt. 2: well, that was something. for anyone who’s confused, OC was a figment of Taehyung’s imagination, and whatever wrong he did was of his own doing, but he thought he was doing it for her. I hope you enjoyed! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

[staytinyville]

Taehyun

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↣ Summary: After a saesang pushes you down the stairs, you begin to fear going outside. When Taehung helps find who was responsible, you get the justice you deserve. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Kang Taehyun x gn!reader

↣ Genre: fluff

↣ AU/Trope info: idol!au

↣ Word Count: 1.1k

↣ Warnings: None

↣ A/N: Don’t be a saesang. Moral of the story. People will find you. 

JUSTICE

Justice, Fairness, Truth, Cause and Effect, Law

If you have been fair and just in your life, you have nothing to worry about. However if you are hiding something you haven't it's clear this card is meant to tell you it's time to own up to your actions. If you know that what you did isn't something big, just know that you will be tried for fairly.

If you are waiting for justice yourself, just know that it is waiting fro you around the corner. This card can mean that whatever it was you were looking for will be found. And once you have it you will find that all your worries over it will slowly drift away.

Be aware that this card is meant to tell you that the decisions you make now will come back for you later. It can be in a good way or bad, it's just meant to say that you need to be clear in what you plan on doing.

XI JUSTICE

The night was a bit cold which meant that you were all wrapped up cozily in your colder clothing. You have always loved this kind of weather. And it was even better when you got to spend it with the people you loved so much. You were finally going home after going over some of your things with your managers. 

You had been close friends with the boys from TXT and other groups in the HYBE labels. However today it had Taehyun who met you outside and was walking you out to the car to take you home. The boy was walking at your side, his shoulder pressed close to yours making you heat up. 

“Oh, I left my charger.” You frowned as you dug through your bag. “I'll be right back.” You told him.

“I'll wait for you.” You gave him a smile before turning back. 

Finding your things wasn’t hard. You were quickly going back down to the garage where you spotted Taehyung waiting for you at the car. Walking closer to the steps that lead down into the parking lot, you hadn’t noticed the person waiting for you in the lobby. 

They quietly followed behind and without a second thought, as you were about to go down the first step, you felt the harsh shove on your back causing you to fall forward. 

“Ah!” You yelped, hands coming up to cover your face as you tumbled down the five steps. 

“(Y/N)!” Taehyun yelled when he watched the person push you. His eyebrows pulled together when the person began to run but he was able to see their face clearly. “Hey!” He shouted after the culprit. 

However as you began to whimper, he stopped what he was doing and turned back to you. You had landed on your side, causing your breath to fall from you. Your ribs felt bruised from the tumble on the cement steps and you had small pebbles digging into your palms that caused them to burn.

“Are you okay?” He asked you, coming to help you up. 

“I don't-I don't know.” You cried softly, hands shaking as you tried not to touch them.

When Taehyun took in the small red dots forming on your palms and knees, he quickly pulled you along to get some help. 

“Let's take you to a clinic.” Taehyun helped you up, moving you along to the car where the driver had quickly gotten out to help you after hearing you scream.

The nurses were kind to you and disinfected your wounds. They also checked your ribs and did an x-ray just in case. From what they could tell, you only had bruises that would heal within a couple of days. They did tell you it would look ugly but not to worry because it was part of the healing process. 

Taehyun had gone home with you seeing as he felt worried after you wouldn’t say much to the doctors. The company was already contacted about what happened and have begun to search for whoever it was that was in the building at the time. 

“Everything alright?” He asked as he came to sit next to you on your couch. 

“I don't want to go outside.” You whispered, sitting up due to the pain you felt in your ribs when you moved too much. 

“No one is making you.” Taehyun tried to soothe you. “It's okay to want to stay inside.”

“But work and you—” You quickly tried to tell him but he only shushed you. 

He gave you a cup of hot chocolate, making you smile just a bit. Taehyun had promised you a cup after leaving work but that wasn’t possible. But yet he came to your home to make you your drink. 

You had always admired Taehyun for both his looks and his talents within the industry. He was someone who sang and danced with such passion it inspired you. You also couldn’t help but to fan over him. You were someone with eyes–who wouldn’t enjoy someone like him. 

It didn’t help your crush that he was also such a kind person who cared deeply about others. You were quite happy to have someone like him in your life and were even more happy to learn that he wanted to talk to you in a romantic sense. 

You had yet to make anything official but you knew you guys liked each other more than enough for that. And now having him here trying to make you feel better only made you smile at the thought. You really like the boy and you were glad he liked you back. 

“I'll be here until you get better.” He told you. “And when you do I'll come with you.” His smile made your heart feel happy. 

Before you knew it, a week later you were talking with the legal team about the saesang that had pushed you. They easily found the person, which led you to this predicament. 

“Do you wish to press charges?” They asked you.

“How can I when I don't even know who did it?” You frowned. 

“We have security camera footage.” One of the men explained. “And Taehyun told us he'd give a witness statement.”

You snapped your head up at the revelation. “Witness?” You tilted your head. 

“He saw the whole thing at the bottom of the steps.”

Your leg bounced up and down through the entire process. You were waiting to be let go to go do something you have been wanting to since the moment they said Taehyun was helping you. You wanted to hug him tightly and tell him how much he made you feel better. And not just in person. 

So an hour later you were quick to find him in a studio waiting for his turn to go into the booth. He was on his phone but the moment you bumped into him, he let out a grunt. He laughed a little at the way you rubbed your cheek into his chest, smoothing down your hair with his hand. 

“Oh, hey.” He chuckled. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking down at you as you pulled away. 

“I'm just—I was worried.” You told him softly. 

“About?” He raised a brow. 

“Not catching that person who pushed me.” You admitted. “I was scared of leaving my home after. But you were always there to make me feel better.” You pulled him back into you. 

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You spoke into his chest but he heard you just fine. 

“Hey, it's my job to.” He smiled softly, pulling you back. He gave the top of your head a kiss, making you feel warm. “I'll always take care of you.”

Tags : @cultofdionysusnet , @sandsofire , @k-vanity

[funkycatbruh]

Min Yoongi

mis favoritas de yoongi

COMPLETAS

ONE SHOT

Perpetual Datejust - @jiminrings

SYNOPSIS. You’re yoongi’s manager and for the first time ever, you take a break away from him.

GENRE. Angst, friends to lovers!au, fluff, love triangle?, jealousy, yoongi has a "girlfriend"

Take Five - @jiminrings

SYNOPSIS. You’re yoongi’s nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out — he never said anything about accepting though.

GENRE. angst, fluff, unrequited love, so much pining, Yoongi is divorced.

[ part two ]

Stay High - @personasintro

pairing ↠ ex!boyfriend yoongi x reader

SYNOPSIS. You’ve to stay high to keep your ex out off your mind when he comes back into your life.

GENRE. fluff, angst, smut, drugs , cheating

Beloved - @bang-tan-bitches

pairing ↠ Emperor!Yoongi X Reader

SYNOPSIS. Court was just a game of politics after all. And you intended to win

GENRE. Yandere Behavior, Violence, Blood, Character Death, Emotional Manipulation, Hint of Dubious Consent

Exitus Acta Probat - @bang-tan-bitches

pairing ↠ mafia!yoongi x reader

SYNOPSIS. All you need to know is that my name is Yoongi and you’re mine now.

GENRE. Kidnapping, Guns, Minor Violence, Mentions of Drugs, Possessive/Dominant Behavior, Manipulation, Dubious Consent

SERIES

Black Burner - @yoonpobs

SYNOPSIS. Sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

GENRE. sister's best friend!au, best friend to lovers!au, sorta frenemies?to lovers!au, angst, *slow burn*, smut, fluff

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INCOMPLETAS

SERIES

All I want Is a break - @mymuseagustd

pairing ↠ Yoongi x female reader + Taehung and Jungkook

SYNOPSIS. Y/N and Yoongi are best friends, then lovers, until he decides he wants to find out what life can be without her.

GENRE. Non-IdolAU / Angst / Smut 

Everytime - @deathbyyoongx

pairing ↠ fuckboy!yoongi x ex!reader

SYNOPSIS.  Everyone knew Min Yoongi as the guy who wouldn’t say no to a nice pair of tits. You unfortunately happened to be his ex. He somehow managed to find himself a way between your legs on one semi-drunk night.

GENRE.  smut, angst, bit of fluff, more smut

RAP! SHIT - @btsugarush

pairing ↠ ex boyfriend!rapper!yoongi x f!reader

SYNOPSIS. when your boyfriend yoongi starts to get recognition as an underground rapper he gets a little fame hungry, and cheats on you, putting an end to your 6 year relationship. 2 years later your friends beg you to attend a show in los angeles, and guess who’s the opening headliner?

GENRE. lovers to exes, exes to lovers, smut, dry humping, unprotected sex, jealous!yoongi, drugs, alcohol, strong language, infidelity, fluff

[procrastination-queenie]

BTS Princes!au

Note: 1)This is a modern Royal family! au headcanon. (I never saw any fic with the BTS members as brothers of a royal family, so why not post about the concept. 🤷🏽‍♀️)

2)All the members of BTS are brothers.

3) Yoongi and Hoseok are twins, and Jimin and Taehyung are twins, too.

4)This takes place in the present time.

5) I will make a separate headcanon for each member (how they meet their significant others and the weddings details)later, also might turn it into a series if it gets good response.💜

6) last but not least, none of the photos included are mine, only the edits are made by me.

First things first

Maknae line are so hard to tame, I am telling you.

Yet, the queen loves to pamper them because they're her babies.🥺

Hyung line are so formal and collected, unlike the maknae line.

They are always carrying out royal duties.

They are so concerned for their subjects.

Hate the idea of leading a lavish and luxurious lifestyle while there are people out there who are suffering.

Therefore, you find each prince supporting different causes.

Jin would be supporting organisations that help single mothers.👩‍👧‍👦

Yoongi and Hoseok would focus on mental health.🧠🗣️

Namjoon definitely supporting education.🎓🏫📕

Taehyung promoting environmental causes.♻️

Jimin would probably be interested in organizations that focuses on the issue of plastic pollution.🏭

Jungkook supporting anything related to physical health maybe doing something like The invictus games as Prince Harry did.💪🏼♿

But the nation has never been on edge like this since ages, everyone can't wait to see each Prince's choice of their future spouses.

Plus don't get me started on the idea of 7 different themed, royal weddings .... OMG!!!👀💃🏽

It got to the point that whenever any of them is seen with any woman then it's instantly assumed that she'd become a future Princess. 👸🏻👸🏼👸🏽👸🏾👸🏿

The king's advisors would suggest that he talks to the boys upon the matter since they're becoming of age and should start families of their own.

But he won't force them to do anything tho.

Like he'd discuss it with their mother while they're all out doing a traditional royal activity or something.

The Queen getting excited over the idea but won't pressure her boys just like their father.

The boys won't focus on that matter, they want to focus on helping the people more.

But that doesn't mean that they haven't thought before about meeting their significant others.😉

Especially when their parents, the king and queen, set a great example for love stories.

But they find it hard specially with all the attention being on them which is not giving them the space to focus on their love life.

During one of the rare interviews that the Palace allows them to do, the 7 Princes agreed that they won't mind marrying a foreign girl.

The King and Queen wouldn't mind, too. The most important thing is that their sons are happy.

Each one would meet the love of his life unexpectedly.

Surprisingly, first one to be in a relationship is Jin.

I know everyone said it would be Jungkook, but the poor boy can not imagine to put his future Princess under the spotlight with his lifestyle, so he preferred to wait and see how it would go with his hyungs.

Plus he didn't want to be the first one to settle because the intensified attention on him that will get worst as he's the golden maknae.

The last one to likely get married or settle down is probably Yoongi.

Everyone knew it really, especially the Queen.

When Yoongi was a smol baby,👶🏻 she realised that he cherished spending time by himself.

Don't get me wrong tho, Yoongi was a sweet baby.🖤

He got along so well with Hoseok and Jin.

He even loved playing the part of the big brother when the world welcomed baby Namjoon.

He would hug his siblings if anyone of them was crying and needed comforting.

She could remember that one time Jungkook was crying his heart out because Jimin snatched his favourite toy, and Yoongi would immediately comfort Jungkook and share his favourite blanket with him, but not before reprimanding baby Jimin and making him apologize to his little brother.

Such a sweet baby 🥺💜.

But again...

It's just that the Queen noticed that her second son was not really into being a sociable person like his brothers.

He can definitely be sociable, it's just he prefers not to be.

And because of that, she knew that her Yoongi won't settle with just anyone, and that it would take time.

The king is such a proud father because all of his 7 sons are hard working and passionate about their duties.

Jin and Namjoon are definitely the ones who lead most of the important royal events.

Jin is mature and knows how to handle himself with the public and the press.

Something that the maknae line still has to learn and perfect, that's their father's opinion.

while Namjoon is really well read in politics as it was his major.

So Jin and Namjoon definitely make a good duo when it comes to the political affairs of the country.

Hoseok,Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook are most likely the ones to be on the first page of the newspapers almost everyday.

As I said the citizens would be very interested in the life of their future rulers.

Therefore, the boys are always under a microscope.

Especially those 4 because they're bold and reckless, but like not in a bad way.

With the world evolving around them, many people do realize the fact that the concept of a monarchy is old news.

And that's why these 4 are working so hard to evolve their monarchy and keep up with the changes taking place.

Therefore, they manage to surprise their subjects by their open minds and their updated thoughts upon almost every matter.

That's why you can find them all over the global news every now and then more than the other monarchies.

The boys would all probably travel abroad to complete their education, then come back to enlist in the army.

Jin enlisting first of course as he's the oldest and finishing before them.

Then Yoongi and Hoseok complete theirs.

Followed by Namjoon

Then Jimin and Taehyung

Finally, ending with Jungkook.

And let me tell you something...

The Queen cried the hardest during Jungkook's ceremony.

I mean she did cry during the other ceremonies of her sons, too.

But Kookie's was the hardest.

Because that's her last baby🥺.

Plus you know how mothers always pamper their last child. ALWAYS.

It's so unfair.

The boys sometimes think that Jungkook is her favourite, but that's not true.

She loves them all equally.

"It just hits differently when you're letting your youngest baby off to face the world because he/she is all grown up now."

That's what she always says.

Now let's move on to the important stuff ...

The Queen has an important event at which she will be bored to death?

Don't worry😊.

Leave it to her youngest twins and Jungkook to accompany her.😈

They always know how to make their mother laugh when things get way too boring.

Of course they would all show up with all their glory 😉.

The Queen is so proud of her babies.

Like who wouldn't be proud of having 7 perfect handsome boys who are well mannered and such gentlemen.

They are so smart and are always up to learn more.

Here's how they turn her boring night into an eventful one:

Make her laugh over their silly attitude towards eachother.

You know like, Jungkook teasing Jimin for being short.

Or Taehyung squishing Jungkook's chubby cheeks.

Never fail in making their mother laugh.

But now moving onto the serious part.

Once the event starts.

They become focused.

Start firing questions. (Politely of course).

Want to know more about the matter discussed at hand.

Will intimidate the host by the amount of questions being asked.

Which leads other hosts to remind themselves to be prepared beforehand in case the 3 Princes decide to show up ... No one wants to be embarrassed in front of the royal family and the public and be accused of not knowing a certain detail about the matter they're responsible of.

The Queen would have a big proud grin on her face.

Proud of her babies for being so invested in the matters of their country.🤗

Now moving onto the older twins: 😉.

You know, everyone told the Queen that having twins would be a really unique experience.

And it was true.

She swears having her first twins was the funniest thing in her life.

She was astonished to find her babies becoming the total opposite of eachother.

Like, to her Yoongi's character is the moon 🌒 while Hoseok's the sun 🌞, and the cutest thing about it is that they complete eachother.

How cute is that. 🥺😍

As we said Yoongi is calm and prefers to spend time by himself and that wasn't any different when he was an infant.

But,Hoseok was and still is the total opposite.

Even tho they were similar when they were born.

But you would definitely know how to differentiate between them.

Baby Yoongi is calm while baby Hoseok is bubbly and energetic.

You'd probably find Hoseok fussing in the middle of the night, but YOONGI !!! 😂

Baby Yoongi appreciated his sleep over anything else. 😂😂😂

The Queen would remember toddler Yoongi falling asleep in weird places at weird times.

Like how he fell asleep under the dinning table during a royal family gathering in Christmas. 😂🤦🏽‍♀️

While Hoseok would cause many maids to hand in their resignation to the head staff of the palace due to his over energetic bubbly self.🤣

Definitely was the devil himself.

Pranking the staff and pushing them to their limits.😂

She would remember that one time when they were on a vacation and they were introducing the twins to the concept of a swimming pool....

Hoseok was ecstatic, he felt like he was on top of the world and kept splashing water at his mum by slamming his chubby little hands in the water. 😂

While Yoongi kept looking around like a grumpy cat then falling asleep in his father's arms with his chubby cheeks squished on his dad's bare shoulder.

Pouty lips slightly agape.

With drool falling from his cute little lips 🤤.

The Queen was laughing so hard that day at her husband who was trying to get any reaction from Yoongi but failed miserably. 😂

Getting out of the pool and putting the twins in their push chairs for a nap.

Yoongi grumping in his sleep because the sun was too much for him which led to him waking up feeling grumpier than ever.

Hoseok was too busy consumed in his curiosity by looking down from his high chair wondering why he is being restricted in it now when he was far away from being sleepy.

Now fast forward a few years later, and the twins were still the same in their mother's eyes.

Sometimes, she would look over at them and wonder if her grandchildren would look anything like their fathers and inherit their weirdly cute personalities, or maybe they would grow up to take after their mothers whom she still has no idea who they are or when would her boys meet them.

I mean let's face it, all mums get super excited when thinking about grandchildren.

The Queen actually caught herself imaging how her grandchildren will look like after the boys decide to settle down and start their own families.

Almost had a mini heart attack at the thought of the palace being invaded by her grandchildren.😂

That is if her sons decide to have as many children as she and her husband did.

Would secretly wish for girls because obviously she didn't have the experience of raising a girl.💜

Which will lead her to think of all the royal jewelleries that she will be giving to them.

But would push away the whole thought as she didn't want to pressure the boys.🥺

Now moving onto Namjoon:

Boy was the king and queen amazed when they discovered his love for reading at an early age.

Like he would spend so much time in the library of the palace, and afterwards would go to bed immediately.

The king promised not to tell anyone this except for Namjoon's future wife.

But one night when he was on his way to his room ...

He found Namjoon sneaking late at night out of his room and into the library in his cute baby blue onsies. 💙🥺

His father won't admit it, but he thought it was one of the cutest things ever.

Just like, how he found his oldest twins the total opposite of eachother. 😍

The king as a father was very involved in his sons' lives.

They made him so excited.

Like everyday they would teach him something new, and as a father he was and still is looking forward to know more about them.

How they think, react, and what do they like and dislike.

Raising them was such an adventure to him.

He remembers when they were first expecting Jin.

Everyone told him that having a son is like having a partner in crime.

And God blessed him with 7.

Too many partners in crime for the poor Queen's heart.😂

Well concerning Jin:

The king and queen remember how he was the second quietest baby after Yoongi.

Sometimes the Queen thinks that Jin is too mature for his age.

A perfectionist since childhood.

She could remember when he would throw little tantrums when things didn't go his own way.😂

As the eldest, he is doing a great job of looking out for his brothers.

She of course understands the way Jin is as he's the crown prince.

But still she can't help but worry that he takes the position too seriously that it can wear him out.

She just wants him to enjoy his life a little bit like his younger brothers.

When accompanied by one of the maknae line to carry out a royal duty, you can see him quietly reprimanding them (yet gently) to behave in front of the public and the paparazzi.

This one time the camera caught him giving Jungkook the look because he was fussing around.

Poor Kookie looking at the ground like a reprimanded little child muttering a "sorry hyung." 😂😂😂

Jin has this faint sided smile.

He loves his brothers,truly.

Can't help having a cute little smile whenever one of them would apologize for acting unprofessionally, he just loves to mess with them.

And they know it.

But they respect him so much that they won't argue about it. 💜

Now Jimin and Taehyung are a different story:

THESE KIDS ARE A MESS

I am telling you. 🙂

DO. NOT. LEAVE. THEM. TOGETHER. FOR. TOO. LONG. ⚠️

They will bring chaos upon the place.

Even though they are not identical twins.

But unlike Yoongi and Hoseok, they have a lot in common.

Would wear matching outfits when doing a royal duty.😊💜

The boys remember when Hosoek once suggested doing the same thing with Yoongi...

But he scoffed at him. 😂

Anyways.

Even though they are trouble, but that doesn't mean that they're unaware of their positions as princes.

Therefore they won't really do something reckless. But still they're crazy.

Insepararble.

If one leaves the other to carry out a certain royal duty without his twin.... They immediately feel uncomfortable.

You can definitely feel it that they're close brothers.

But again they're twins so you can't really blame them.

definitely helped Hoseok with his pranks on the staff of the place when they were kids.😂🤭

As for Jungkook, well...:

Last child, so definitely pampered all the time.

VERY CURIOUS.

you know how children are curious by nature, well.... He is extra curious.

Definitely the most athletic among his brothers.

Very competitive.

Don't ask me why!! But Prince Jungkook would be interested in fencing 🤺

Like I'd imagine him in that uniform, sword in his gloved hand, messy hair hidden under his helmet...

And oh my God ... I just melted at the concept 🤤

Such a hopeless romantic.🥺💜

Like when the king and queen would share a short loving kiss.

All the boys would act disgusted, but not Kookie.

He found it cute.

Like he would have a hint of a blush on his face.

Smile, face down.

Hoping to find someone like how his dad found his mum.

Like it really amazes him how after all these years, with seven kids, a heavy burden of ruling a country and yet they seem to be falling more and more for eachother everyday.

If the boys learnt one thing from their parents, it would be pure love.(romantically speaking.)

All in all, the boys are doing just fine as princes.

Carrying out their duties as professionally as possible.

Things are quite normal in their lives that is until ...

Each one finds his partner.😏💜

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A/N: Please, please, please I am begging you guys for the millionth time to not be silent readers and share your opinions. TELL. ME WHAT. DO. YOU. THINK. Pwetty pwease 🥺👉🏼👈🏼. Also I'll upload the second part of this when it gets a decent amount of likes so....

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Thank you for all the comments on this! I can't respond directly cause this isn't my main account which I find soooooo inconvenient Tumblr!

Looking forward to writing part 3 ❤️

#3 All I Want Is A Break (Part 2)

Y/N and Yoongi are best friends, then lovers, until he decides he wants to find out what life can be without her.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader + Taehung and Jungkook

Genre: Non-IdolAU / Angst / Smut 

Warnings: Curse words/ heartache/ Smut

Word count: 3.5K+

PART 1

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“Baby…” Yoongi’s lips were going down my neck, but it was his voice that was pulling me in more. I was sure it was just his voice that could get me off. We hadn’t ever tried it, but I was sure if it ever came to the point where only his voice was available, I would still be all set. “Stop dreaming about me when I’m next to you,” He bit my chin lightly, pulling me out of my trance.

“Don’t call me baby,” I slid my hands down his body and groped his still-covered cock when he had me stripped instantly.

“But, you’re my baby,” He pouted, pushing his lips out. “How will people know you’re mine?” his fingers moved in and out of me like they had known their way around my body since forever. They had, and it felt nice to belong to someone. I had seen a house where love was always transactional. With Yoongi, nothing ever was. He always gave, was always patient, and I was so in love with him.

“Okay, you can call me baby. Make sure it’s always loud and clear,” I pushed him down the bed, so I could get him out of his tight jeans and show him my true devotion to him. “Make everyone hear you, so they know who you belong to as well,”

“Baby…” He moaned, his hands pulling my hair together, as I wrapped my tongue around him, “Baby….”

“BABY!”

My head jerked and hit my bedside table.

“BABY!” Taehyung was yelling from the kitchen, his favourite thing to do when he took up cooking which was very often. I sat up straight and looked around my room. I was spending too much time in it. The sweat on my neck couldn’t really confirm my emotion behind the kind of dream I was having, but my body was very frustrated. This was the longest I had gone without any action, and with the accumulating stress, the last two months had not been easy.

“BABY, BABY, BABY!” Tae sang/shouted again.

“Don’t call me baby.” I groaned, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water.

“Finally! You’re up! You’ve been sleeping all morning, and I’m making fajitas,” He was awfully chirpy for 2 PM.

“My body is too pent up. I think I need to take some dancing classes to get it moving cause the gym is making it worse,” I sat down on the counter, treating myself to some sour cream with some leftover chips.

“I think you need to get fucked,” Tae said nonchalantly.

I paused, “you think I should go ask Yoongi for some? We didn’t really discuss this break…”

“No, you broke up with him. It was evident he has moved on when we all saw him at the club. You need someone new,” I gulped as Tae spoke. He realised my discomfort, “Look, Y/N, I’m not going to lie to you and make it sound like it is better than what’s reality. I hate seeing you like this, though. And we have discussed this. His asking for a break was unfair. And, even though you have painted an amazing picture of him for us, he is still not out that door asking you back.”

“I know, I know,” I nodded. We had discussed this a lot. “I just am not ready for a relationship.”

“Relationship? No one is recommending that. No, you have been with one guy your entire life! And healing that scar will need a lot of therapy which, by the way, congratulations for starting, but there are one-night stands, rendezvous, situationships waiting to be explored. Please don’t get a boyfriend, get a fuck-friend.”

“Ooooh, like Nadia…” I smirked. Nadia was very interested in learning the ins and outs of the course she was sharing with Tae and was not against studying the ins and outs of Tae. The poor girl was infatuated with him, and Tae was playing the classic fuckbuddy.

“Yeah, exactly like Nadia!” This poor boy was so clueless.

“Okay, I will let you know when I am ready for a rendezvous, is it?” I said, disgusted. “Gross, what is wrong with you?” I walked off.

“It’s what it’s called!” He laughed.

—

“Jae, I really don’t want to meet anyone new. Trust me!” Yoongi wanted to clarify, but Jae was too excited to meet the girls he had met at his internship. Yoongi repeated it twice in the car and then at the club, but Jae was not receptive.

“Tia! Hey baby! Here lemme introduce you to my friend, Yoongi!” Tia was a design major from the same university, and even though she was lovely and sexy in the little black dress she wore, Yoongi was not interested. He wasn’t rude, though, so he introduced himself and kept talking to her through the night.

They were laughing about something insignificant when Maria came up wanting to take pictures. Yoongi instinctively put his arms around her, stopping her from falling as he made her laugh again. The pictures were clicked, and Tia tightened his arm around her, bringing herself closer. Yoongi was a bit surprised. It wasn’t like he wasn’t offered chances to be with other women, but no one had been that forward. Usually, Y/N was with him, so the territories were always established, more by him for her, than for himself. Y/N, she was..is gorgeous, he thought. She could light up a party just by walking into it. Made everyone feel included, except when she was nervous, like she had been with his new friends, and that’s when she kept herself very close to him. He liked how she fit into his body like she was just made for him. Tia kept coming closer to Yoongi, sticking her body to him, and it felt so foreign he had to take a step back, “let me get us a drink?”

“Yeah! I’ll come with you!” Tia nodded, and they made their way down to the bar.

“What would you like?” Yoongi asked Tia, trying to get the bartender’s attention.

“Vodka soda!” Tia waved her glass and looked around, “hey! That’s Jungkook!” Tia yelled, pointing at the dance floor for Yoongi to place him, “He is the coolest human in my design class! His work is insane!” Yoongi’s eyes followed Tia’s direction to the dance floor. There he was, dancing and making a girl swirl to the beat as she laughed. He stumbled, his back hitting the bar. “You okay?” Tia asked.

His eyes didn’t leave her. She looked gorgeous, somewhat thinner. Why was she thinner? But so sexy, dancing to the beat on the stage. Y/N did have a way of capturing the scene. She threw her head back as Jungkook whispered something in her ear and swirled her around with him.

“Yoongi?” Tia repeated.

“Yeah, yes, I am good, I’m good, here,” He handed her the glass. “When you go up, could you let Jae or Sara, even Maria know that I’ve left? I’m just gonna go home. Not feeling too well.” He left for the door before Tia could respond.

He felt weird. “I wanted this, I wanted this,” He repeated, waiting for the cab to arrive.

“Leaving already?” Tara came and stood next to him.

“Feeling weird, are you going back too?” He asked, and she nodded. “Join me,” He pointed to his booked cab ride.

“I met Y/N,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“She’ll be fine.”

Yoongi just nodded, “You really think I could also find out who I am with her?” Tara looked at him in question. “That’s what you were going to say, right? Before Jae came in?”

Tara nodded, “I’ve known Jae and Sara since school. And Sara likes you, that should’ve been the first sign to not listen to that shit.”

“I didn't… I’m not naive. I didn’t take their idea and follow through,” Yoongi explained. “My parents have been discussing marriage. They bought the ring too, can you believe it? That is my thing to do when we are ready!”

“I thought she was your best friend?” Tara questioned.

“She is my best friend. And I’m being selfish. I know. But I’m all she has ever known. Do you know what her mum said before we left for uni? She said, ‘wow, looks like Y/N is in my tracks of having one man for life.’ God, her parents are so toxic.”

“I don���t get your point?” Yoongi was more in his head than in his ongoing explanation to Tara.

“What if one-day Y/N realises that she doesn’t want to be like her mom? She hates her parent’s relationship, and they were together since school as well. What if she realises that what we have can translate into what her parents made of their marriage?”

“Wow, I thought you left her cause you wanted to figure out life for yourself.”

“I did. I do. I want us to have a chance to figure out what not being together feels like. So, that we are sure we want this. I want to explore being young and single for a bit. Just being with myself and not having my life dictated by my parents. And she will see this. She is smart. I just don’t want to have any expectations for once.”

“Okay, I’m no shrink. But you need help, Yoongi,” Tara cut him off. “And you clearly are very confused about her place in your life. If you don’t love her, end it! It will do you both good!”

“What the fuck? When did I even say that?” Yoongi yelled. “I do love her.” He wasn’t in doubt at all.

“Oh, did you tell her that you were feeling stuck? Scared? Claustrophobic?”

“I literally didn’t say any of those things,” Yoongi sighed. Clearly, Tara did not understand his situation.

“Yeah, you’re not naming it. But it is what it is. You just threw her out of your life cause Jae told you his story of toxic romances and girlfriends not having a life. And Sara, who is fucked up, by the way, made it like Y/N didn’t have a life without you. And you agreed to it the entire night, and the next we know is that you are not with her anymore,” Tara really did like Y/N more. “And what if she likes this break and finds someone new? What will you do?”

Yoongi didn’t respond. He hadn’t thought this through.

—

“So, you remember, Jungkook?” Zoya asked me as we climbed the mountain. No one could change Tae’s plan, and here we were, climbing this stupid mountain under the sun.

“Who?” I asked, trying to blink through the sweat.

“The hunk who you danced with all night, you lil minx!” Zoya tickled her.

“Yes, he texted me.” I laughed. “Wants to grab a coffee with me,” Zoya raised her eyebrow, “soon too!”

“And, what did you say,” she asked.

“I really don’t want to go on a date, so I asked him if we can meet as friends,” It was all that I could offer. “And we are going to meet next week.”

“Are you okay? Seeing Yoongi? With that chick?” She asked.

“I don’t know. I’m not thinking about it,” I told her honestly.

—

Classes had started again, and all my time not working was spent at the library. I had taken up a research project, and the readings were driving me crazy. It was 11 PM, and I was still here. Thankfully, my therapy was going great. We were reworking my narrative about belonging to someone. I should belong to myself first before giving a part of myself to someone else.

With Yoongi, I had made him my safe haven, which was not fair to either of us. She made me see how I was more dependent on him and how that had influenced so many of my life decisions. Like not going on the trip with all my girlfriends because Yoongi wasn’t interested or not taking classes or going to movies which I liked because Yoongi might not have enjoyed them. Instead of treating him as my friend and partner, I was wrapping my life around his choices which made me more like a crutch. Maybe that’s why he felt like he needed to move on.

It had been more than three months, though, and I was okay. I missed my friend more than I missed anything else. We could talk about anything. Talk about our future, our interests, and our problems. He just got it without me having to explain it to him. He was truly my best friend. But relationships evolve, and maybe that would be us.

If he was here right now, he would totally understand why I was getting competitive in my class and why I felt I needed to take on this stupid research project.

“This is an announcement for all students. We will close the front desk in 30 minutes. Please come to the front desk for any books intended to be taken out of the library.”

“Ugh!” I quickly picked up my books, which I wanted to issue under my name, and ran to the front desk. “Hey! I can still continue studying here, right?” I asked the librarian.

“Yes, we are just closing the counter.” He nodded.

“Great,” I really needed to finish these readings cause Tae had Nadia over, and they were unreasonably loud at night.

“Hey,” I felt a shiver down my spine.

I turned around, “Yoongi…uh…hi.”

“Need help carrying those?” He asked, looking at the mountain of books, the librarian was issuing for me.

“Ah no, I’m good. I carried them all here,” I smiled. I pulled the books towards me.

“Wait, let me help. Can I just have this book?” He asked the librarian, who quickly issued his book. “Here,” He took half my bunch, “where to?”

“Umm, I’m looking for a comfy place,” I looked around.

“I know the perfect spot! C'mon,” He walked off before I could respond.

We took the lift to the 5th floor, “We have a dedicated space for the architecture wing, and that place has this tiny room, with the comfiest floor sofa with a table and a coffee counter in the next room.” Yoongi explained, all excited.

“Oh, we don’t have to. I can find a place….”

“You’ll love it. C'mon,” He sped up again before I could argue.

To his word, the place was so comfy. It also had a wall of floor-length windows at the other side of the table with a beautiful view of the campus. We sat down next to each other, and I sorted my readings.

“Are you prepping for a paper?” He asked, pulling his notebook out as well.

“Research project,” I answered.

“Ah,” he nodded. “Read on,” He smiled, getting ready to read as well.

—

Yoongi couldn’t help staring at her in between reading his book. She kept biting her pencil trying to sort through her sticky notes because she always started with a colour coding system which fell apart within minutes. It was a while before she took a break and just looked out of the window.

“How are your classes going?” He asked. He had been dying to speak to her. For the first time ever, he didn’t know what was happening in her life, and he had so much to tell her too. He liked this, though, sitting next to her. It felt like home.

“Not bad. It’s tough, but I’m trying to do better,” She responded.

“What about yours?” She asked.

“Tough. It is very new. I had to make a model the other day, and all I wanted was that little sticky tape you had for your earrings. You know, the one you stick behind your-”

“Ear tape? It’s to help with the weight,” She laughed.

“Fuck yeah, it would have helped so much to hold the weight of this stupid model,” Yoongi took out his phone to show her pictures. The wallpaper was still her, which she didn’t comment on, “look at this. It took me more than 10 days to make this, and the professor threw it against the wall.”

“Wait, what the fuck?”

“Don’t worry! He ended it by saying that people who had their projects thrown against the wall should be proud, which was me and four more of us.”

“Proud?”

“Yeah, ours was worth him looking at and critiquing, and the other 20 kids had failed.” Yoongi continued, telling her stories of all she had missed, and she instinctively told him all of hers. It was so comfortable. It was like a habit. They went out to get coffee and kept talking about places they had eaten, new content they had seen, and people they had met. “Oh, I have a friend, Jungkook, who can really help you design this landscape. I can speak to him if you like. I think he uses that software. Atleast I think so. Yeah, you can’t let that bitch win? How dare she claim your idea as hers!”

“That’ll be nice,” Yoongi gulped, remembering him from the club, and it shook him from the trance he was in right now. “You’ll be surprised. I’ve met loads of people like her.” he didn’t want their conversation to end.

They keep talking as they leave the library to walk home. Their home, which was no longer theirs, but they don’t realise it as they open their takeaway order on the table and sit down to eat.

“Ugh, my back hurts so much these days. I feel like I’m sitting and reading all the time!” Y/N stretched on the sofa as she finished showing him her research proposal.

“Come here, let me massage it a bit,” Yoongi made her turn so her back for facing his front. “Relax your shoulders,” he massaged her neck, just like she liked it. She moaned as Yoongi hit her spots, and it went right down to his dick. It had been so long since they had been together, and the noises she was making had him a little dizzy at this time of the night. “Do you like it, baby?” He asked her.

She nodded, tipping her head back as his hands went down her back, kind of dizzy herself with this feeling. It was instinct. It had to me. You couldn’t tell who kissed first, but Yoongi’s lips were on her, warm, fervent against hers. His hands went around her neck, tipping her face down and kissing her deeply.

“Oh gosh, Yoongi,” She moaned, turning her body and climbing his lap. She could feel him hard, thick against her core, as she wrapped her body around his and pulled him in further. Yoongi couldn’t pull her close enough to him. He wanted to touch all of her, all at once, have her in his veins, for it had been too long that he had her so close. It was an injustice to not have her this close to him at all times, it was wrong, and he could not think of one reason why he had let this happen.

She raised her arms as he pulled her oversized hoody off. She looked like sin, in just her bra and underwear in her hoody she liked wearing as a dress. She wastes no time getting his clothes off while trying to get him closer to her. He is so hard against her, and when he plunges into her, it feels like time stops, and it is just them at this moment.

“You feel so good,” He moans, pulling her closer and kissing her all over her chest as she moves in his lap. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m never going to stop,” she whispers, getting his lips on her again. He fucks into her until she is sobbing in his arms and then cumming around his cock. She bites his shoulder as he releases inside her, holding her close, with her head on his chest. “Stay,” he says, and Y/N can’t think of anything else as she falls asleep in his arms.

Y/N has placed this sofa in their house, in a way where the light hits it directly during the sunrise. That’s how he knew she was gone before the sun was up.

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One more part and we wrap? I wanted to show more of a journey for them. 

What do you think? 

Give me your thoughts on what you want to happen next if you like?

©mymuseagustd@2023

[taekuukie]

bae

[sweetwolfcupcake]

Enticement

First Glimpse

Yandere Mafia Taehyung x Reader

Must she deny him like that?

The one who could put the world at her feet with a click of his fingers?

Kim Taehyung had everything anybody could dream of. Yet, he desired her, (L/N)(Y/N). The man no one had ever denied anything before had been rejected by the only woman he craved like a lunatic.

He liked the chase, him hunting her like a wolf hunts its prey. He was indeed one, a ruthless, hungry wolf chasing a scared, timid little rabbit.

And he could not wait until he would strike, pounce on her, leave her powerless under him, mesmerise her with his words and touches, and ravish her like a beast.

He craved her, and he would have her, one way or another.

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[recs-by-xherxx]

round 2 pleaseeeeee 😍😍😍

—pour up. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader x taehyung

⟶ genre: fuckboy!jungkook / fuckboy!taehyung + smut  

⟶ words: 14,048 (idk how it’s literally just smut)

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: sleeping with both notorious frat boys kim taehyung and jeon jungkook doesn’t sound so bad ━ especially when you’re drunk and faded.

⟶ warnings: mentions of drug/alcohol use, essentially pwp lol, threesome, double penetration, voyeurism, messy rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dry humping, manhandling, doggy style, riding (sort of?), fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), face riding, face fucking, deepthroating, breast play, slight begging (mostly oc making jungkook beg hehe), brief name calling, dirty talking, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: this is a repost of a fic from my old blog! also shout out to miss jlin @bratkook​ for being the sweetest and for liking this trashy fic of mine, and a happy early birthday present to @onherwings​ miss juno, the resident taekook lover!! 💛

also the accompanying song to this fic is pour up by dean!

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[kookiessugababy]

Another Reason To Hate You (Kim Namjoon) // 18+ nsfw!!

Warnings 🚨- aggressive sex// no protection//edging//teasing//slut shaming kink

-> scenario: you have never gotten along with Namjoon, despite your close relationship with his band. With the boys apartment under refurbishment, you find them staying at your own place- where things become steamy between you and your foe in the shower room.

Hope you enjoy <3

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The previous night was sleepless, the muggy and warm nights creeping upon your Seoul apartment. Despite the discomfort it caused, you had spent the restless night watching movies with the boys; who you could currently now hear blasting music in the next room. They were stammering along loudly to Min Yoongis rap lyrics, Hoseoks voice yelling above them in blatant confidence - the others mixing up all the words in a cacophony of mutters. The seven were crashing at your apartment for a unchartered days with theirs under refurbishment and under the decision of not seeing you for a while, they invited themselves to reside. Nothing in you had a problem with this- you thoroughly loved their lively company and after all they were your closest friends. However, it did mean spending more time with Namjoon than you could handle- the one member who you had a questionable relationship with. Something about him had always frustrated you, the pair of you never flourished in the way you had with the rest. It was different at first; both of you trying to make the effort to amend your obvious differences after Jin introduced you to the band- but now it was left to settle in disinterest. Avoidance was key for both parties; snappy unpleasantness arising every time you engaged…so to the point he was barely an acquaintance to you. With no full understanding why you loathed him with the power you did, you always found yourself paradoxically attracted to him. There was something about acknowledging a mutual abhorrence for someone that makes them more desirable- more hungry for their attention. Alongside this tearing self conflict, you had a constant profusion of work to complete for your boss, alacritous deadlines prolonging your daily shifts. Almost making the company unbearable, relentless hours meant the boys made you stay up most of the evening to reconcile with them- and with the summer months glowing, sleep was rare anyway.

Wrapping yourself in a cream towel, your damp hair fell to your shoulders as you scanned yourself in the face of the mirror. Water droplets cascaded lines on your cheeks, eyelashes catching those stray from your forehead. Your skin looked soft and touchable in the white glow of the light- accenting your expression. With the silence shattering, the door creaked under the sound of knocks from the other side- shuffling echoing from under the small gap of the hinges. “Jin? Is that you?” You assumed- the only member who had a tendency to bother you at such inconvenient time- but you were met with silence as the seconds passed. Before you could question the sound again, the door flung open; presenting a rather flustered tall figure with muscular arms and broad shoulders. His hair was pushed back and neat, a small t shirt revealing his collar bones and comfortable lounging shorts fitting his toned thighs perfectly. Despite a familiar sense of hatred wash over you, you found yourself startled at the sudden entrance of Namjoon- your slightly exposed body causing your nerves to fire.

He stared at you in the heat of the room, the steam rising between the two of you as it entangled with the strange tension. ”Namjoon… what are you doing” you asked nonchalantly. Remaining silent you huffed, slamming your hairbrush onto the bench. “Get out” you snapped- but his reply concluded unhelpful as he suddenly pushed you to the shower wall, pinning your arms roughly to the wet tiles as the towel fell from your grip. “Don’t talk to me like that. I’m sick of your bratty attitude.” Under his stare, you stood naked and exposed to him- your nipples hardening as he searched your curves in such an unexpected manner. You felt the need for obedience under his power- all sense of anger towards him washed with this new sense of frustration that mirrored lust you were sure you had felt for him before. “I hate you, y/n. You make me so fucking mad” he growled, his mouth close to yours. He tugs your lips with his teeth, nipping your bottom lip to cause a slight pain. Wincing at the sensation, you felt his hands grow tighter around your wrist- pushing his hips towards you to prove his hardened state. “Then get out if you hate me that much mm?” You teased- his anger obvious in his eyes. Intertwined with this, however, you sensed a blanket of lust wash over him- his intentions almost becoming obvious to you. “How do you not expect me to ruin you when I know your pretty ass is naked in the room next door? Mmm?” humming he pecks the sides of your neck, leading you to arch your back under the tingling marks he leaves behind. Snaking his arms down yours, which remain raised against the wall, his large palms make their way down to your breasts, fondling with them in a way nobody had before. He made you feel innocent with his dirty smirks, the frustration he felt towards you obviously preparing to be channelled in a way that would leave you breathless. You moaned slightly as he pinched your nipples, twisting them slightly in his fingers as he continued to kiss along your collarbones- teasing his tongue along them as he glanced up at you. You felt your heat grow wet as you gritted your teeth, avoiding contentment of knowing he was pleasuring you- but your desperation only grew with your confinement.

Evidently picking up on your behaviour, his fingers now snakes to your clit- slapping it harshly as you bucked your hips in return. “What a little slut mmm? Getting wet for someone you can’t even bare a conversation with. You must be desperate”. Degrading you only soaked your core as his fingers ran circles around your clit- chasing the feeling of your pussy as he pushed sped up to a painful pace. Stifled groans spilled from you; still in an attempt to silence yourself. Seeing your struggling state gave him permission to dig his fingers deep inside of your hole with a sudden movement- your body jolting under his forceful fingering. Only two fingers made it into your tight hole, moving rapidly between your thighs as your breath hitched. His stare was familiar, the way he looked at you in near disgust was showing- making you feel exposed and submissive to his annoyance with you. “You deserve to have that little pussy of yours throbbing y/n. How dare you get me hard like this.” His breathe easy just as unsteady as your own as he paced his fingers in and out, your juices dripping down his digits with every pulse. You couldn’t mutter a reply as you found yourself riding his hand in desperation- feeling so small under his touch and power.

Closing your eyes you felt his fingers leave you- the warm steam hitting your hole as he edged you from your high. Whining quietly, just in earshot of him he uttered a small laugh of success as he undid his pants. “Turn around, y/n. I’ll teach you how to be good for me” he sounded strain as he spoke, his dick now spilling with precum- yup swollen and sensitive. Spinning around on your heels you faced the tiles- your chest pressing against them as he lined himself up with your pussy. Rubbing his warm cock on your heat, he separated your lips with his tip- running himself up and down where you needed him most. “Namjoon i- need you” you finally cried, pushing back your hips as he adjusted his grip to your waist- thrusting into you with one sudden movement. The pace was unimaginable- your breasts clapping against the wall as his balls hit you again and again- the harshness of each movement sending you into a moaning mess. You could barely think straight as you could only focus on the throbbing of his cock inside of your tight hole- hitting spots you didn’t know existed with his length. He filled you up so well as he pounded you, his head tilted back as your ass slapped against him. Your heat was soaked with the feelings of frustration being taken out upon your bent body- your stomach turning at the simple thought of the man behind you. As your walls clenched yet again, you let out a cry while your stomach flipped to its side. Unable to hold yourself for longer, tears streamed from your eyes as your mouth fell open at the repetition of his tip hitting your g spot.

“C-cum!” You cried- desperate for a release of some sort. Despite you feeling Namjoons dick twitch inside of you, his warmth already spilling- he parted the friction from your walls as he pulled himself out. The absence was unbearable as he came all over your back- holding his cock with one hand as your ass now dripped with his stain. Cursing to himself he inspected your arched back- your ass sticking out and coated in his mess and you whined and cried pathetically as he edged you yet again. Gently, his hands ran to your ass, cupping the cheeks as he leaned over you- kissing your cheek softly. “You poor thing. Stop pretending you hate me and I’ll let you cum next time.” His voice almost sounded sinister, chuckling in your ear as he placed a few more welcomed kisses on your cheeks. “God Namjoon you gave me another reason to hate you”

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