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AO3 List PT.2

here's part 2 of my favourite bts fics on ao3 ♡ if you have any of your own recommendations feel free to tell me I would love to hear them ♡ some contain smut so no minors do not interact find pt. 1 here...

s- smut a- angst f- fluff

all of btssmutgalore’s work (sadly they aren’t on tumblr anymore)

all of univsa work

all of personasintro's work

the collector by joonswhistle f s a

↬ An aspiring art collector hires you to acquire pieces on his behalf. The catch is, he wants to remain anonymous. You’ve never taken on an anonymous client before, but he promises a higher commission than normal – and you can’t help but be extremely intrigued. Now to puzzle out who he is…

roommates with benefits by joonswhistle f s a

↬ You and Namjoon are roommates. You're both really horny one morning. So you come to an understanding:

1. It's not a regular thing.

2. It happens on the couch.

3. Kissing is allowed.

4. Condoms, always.And just like that, you're roommates with benefits

seoul underground by hunniejimins s a ft. jungkook

↬ You're a crime & corruption journalist for one of the most esteemed newspapers in Seoul currently investigating drug trafficking in Hong Kong. A hit is taken out on you and as a twisted stroke of luck, a member of a rival gang inadvertently saves you - Jeon Jungkook. He kidnaps you and brings you to the gang's kingpin, Kim Namjoon, who initially had plans to kill you, but a certain bracelet ends up buying you time. Things only get further complicated when they realize who you are and what you can offer them.

OR

Namjoon and Jungkook both fall in love with you and it's a mess, but monogamy is overrated anyway, right?

Covenant by fringesofsanity f s a

↬ You are betrothed to Kim Namjoon, the heir of a real estate mogul. To say that it was a fairytale romance would be erroneous. You’re instead loped in the sad tale of the rich and melancholy.

Faith by AndrastesChosen f s a

↬ It's time to let yourself believe in someone. You're probably an idiot for it, but you're going to put your faith in this man named Namjoon. (AKA You fall in love with underground rapper Namjoon and make a difficult choice so he can follow his dreams)

Partners by btssmutgalore f s a

↬ As a part of a literature assignment, you get paired up with Kim Namjoon, a guy you’ve never even heard of.

the wedding arrangement by sugalights f s a

↬ You are in love with your best friend, the only man who matters, Kim Seokjin. Unfortunately, he's just gotten engaged to someone who isn’t you. Even more unfortunately, he expects you to help plan the wedding alongside Kim Namjoon, his other best friend and, based on your first meeting, just another judgemental jerk. Putting aside your distaste for the sake of your friend’s happiness, you both set about giving Seokjin the wedding of his dreams. Following a rough and satisfying affair at the caterer’s, you strike an unusual deal: you and Namjoon will be enemies with benefits until the wedding is over. And after six months of wedding planning, you both just might learn that weddings aren’t usually the end, but a brand new beginning.

formula for love by bluesxde f s a

↬ newly single and in the midst of a bitter divorce, with a custody battle thrown in, chemistry professor kim seokjin tries not to fall in love with the new library assistant. and fails, horribly

The Stranger by btssmutgalore f s a

↬ When your plane hits turbulence, you start panicking and tell some of your biggest secrets to the attractive stranger sitting next to you.

Before Your Very Eyes by vyduan f s a ft. myg poly au

↬ After decades of being friends, Y/N finally realizes just how attractive Yoongi and Seokjin are and wonders why she never noticed. Except, Seokjin might be getting back with an ex and Yoongi is a permanent fuckboy. Is Y/N just desperate to get laid or does she love them? (And if she loves them, is she too late?) Oh, and also, THEY WERE ROOMMATES (but there are three beds)

Amalthea by Daechwitatamic s a

↬ You can count on two things in life. One: that your lifelong best friend Minji will always be there for you, in your corner, your brightest star. Two: that you'll never be free from her older brother Seokjin's orbit - the gravitational pull is just too strong.

Paris For A Day by automnesleaves f a

↬ On his last stop of his European tour to spread Korean culture, Kim Seokjin, the South Korean president's son, plans to escape his duties for a day to enjoy the sights of Paris with your help.

In other words: a slight adaptation of Roman Holiday, one of my favorite romantic films.

arranged by obiwrites f s a

↬ If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her. But what happens when Hoseok starts to realize he doesn’t want you to be her? That there might be more than meets the eye with you?

piece by piece by underthejoon f s a ft seokjin

↬ a collection of drabbles where your love life is muddied up by two men – the one you love and the one that loves you.

tip 143 (for ∞ seconds of love) by minlouvre f s

↬ Even though he is everything you find attractive in a man, your friend and co-worker Jung Hoseok is just exactly that - a friend and co-worker. For some reason, you have never found yourself attracted to him even though all the girls and guys around you go absolutely crazy for him. But that all changes for you one night while scrolling through Heart2Heart, a sex live cam website...

the december of our adulthood by vyduan a

↬ Jimin collapsed all over you and the middle console from his seat in a fit of giggles and did his best to tease a smile back onto your face. “Thanks for picking me up so early on a Saturday morning, Y/N. You’re the best friend a guy could ever have.” Even after all these years, you couldn’t control the dip of disappointment at his words. It wasn’t that you didn’t love being Jimin’s best friend. It was more that you knew you would never be anything more. You grunted in acknowledgment and pushed the sadness down, burying it under years of practice and half truths. You would be content with what you had. You would be satisfied with the love Jimin was willing and able to give. You were not entitled to anything more. It was enough. It was enough. It was never enough.

when we were young by bluesxde f s a ft. jungkook

↬ returning to the sleepy seaside town you grew up in is the last thing you want to do, and the promise of seeing your long-time crush jungkook is the only thing keeping you going. when you fail once more to tell him how you really feel, you're left with no other choice but to accept the help of your long-time enemy and general pain in the ass, taehyung, to get jungkook to notice you, with surprising consequences for everyone involved.

4 o'clock by jincherie f s a

↬ prompt: “Why are you crying, It’s only you and me here, Me and you, Oh you”

Even if it weren’t for the two twins that had endeared you so, you were sure you would have eventually been drawn to the beautiful soul of Kim Taehyung, like a planet to its star. single parents au hybrid au

Enemy by btssmutgalore f s a

↬ Taehyung may be cocky, but he has every reason to be. After all, he never gets turned down by women – at least not until he meets you.

Replay by hamsterclaw s ft. myg threesome au

↬ Taehyung's your roommate - you get along fine, you do your own thing and stay out of each others' way. Your relationship works perfectly the way it is, you don't want or need anything more out of it.

the dinner date by univsa f

↬ pretending to be on a date with your best friend to get a free meal at the fancy restaurant jeongguk works weekends at doesn’t sound so terrible, all things considered. there’s just one small problem: you’re pretty sure you’re in love with the aforementioned best friend.

beauty by Jananakookie f s a dad au s2l

Who defines what beauty is or where it comes from, and what does it even mean? Working in an industry that is hardly about anything else, and being the father of a gorgeous little girl, Taehyung always thought he must have a clear view on that issue. You, on the other hand, lost sight of the sheer concept of beauty a long time ago. But maybe you both have no idea after all. And perhaps the beauty of life itself will teach you the true meaning behind it.

too good to be true by cupoftae18 f s a idol au

Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

[vminhoes]

Here comes Santa Claus

When Yoongi comes home from a holiday party, the last thing he expects is to find his husband in their living room wearing a Santa Claus costume.

~

“Come on Yoongi, play with me.” Taehyung pouted, finally breaking character. “I got the costume and everything.”

“How on earth am I supposed to take you seriously like this?” Yoongi inquired. “What are we even roleplaying as? Santa Claus coming down a grown man’s chimney and asking me to sit on his lap and tell him what I want for Christmas?”

“Precisely!” Taehyung smiled up in excitement. “It’s innovative, right?”

[vmin-fic-recs]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Boys In Love, Explicit Sexual Content, Tour Bus, Background Relationships Summary:

Taehyung always manages to soothe Jimin’s post-concert jitters.

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[ctrlhope]

Lily pleaseeee share your favorite ot7 hybrid fics, i can’t find any 😭😭😭😭

OMGGGG BB YOUVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE OKIEEE I LOVE OT7 FICS REAL BAD

I’ve been reading hybrid fics p much since I started reading bts fanfics so… I can hook u up dastardly style 🤩 links under the cut <33

so before I start listing ima be so fr and say I like most of my hybrid fics verryy formulaic. i p much only ready hybrid bts x human reader and I really enjoy the whole plot of ‘y/n inherits bts and doesn’t know what to do!’ Or ‘y/n sees 7 hybrids at the shelter who need help and doesn’t know what to do!’. It feels sooo chicken noodle soup to me and it feels good for my soul <33 so I hope these fics feel like chicken noodle soup for u too and that you love them as much as I do <33

Series

Abundance ✰ @angelicyoongie

HYBRID CLASSIC FICCCC actually one of the first hybrid fics I think I ever read?? Def the first hybrid ot7 which is kinda crazy 😭 perfect chicken soup for the soul <33 probably the basis for the way I like hybrid fics I read formatted now!! you can really see how the authors writing grew with this fic. Was the fic that made me fall in love with hybrids, actually. I love all of her work so bad man [last updated: 10/4/24]

Trouvaille ✰ @spookyserenades

on my main recs list for a REASON!!! MODERN OT7 CLASSIC FIC!!! if you like the slowest of burns… you’ll enjoy this fic heavily. once again my favourite chicken-soup style so I can’t help but recommend it <33 I have… so many words id like to say about coyote jimin and hoseok… but I will remain silent for my own dignity 😔love all of her work terribly <33 [last updated: 8/17/24]

SeVen Uncaged ✰ @/missing_min_meowmeow (ao3) and @/polaritae (ao3)

two part series (first half completed, second half not) detailing the difficulties of adopting 7 hybrids reader was completely unprepared for 🙂‍↕️ YESSS MA’AM!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!! I love how this fic goes into the details of how difficult mentally and physically this kind of change would be for the hybrids. I love the characterisation of each of the boys. I LOVE IT!!!! pls give this series a chance it is so definitely worth it even though it’s unfinished. A love it terribly, in its entirety. I LOVE FLAWED CHARACTERS!!! [last updated: 9/11/23]

Restitution ✰ @/cloudtea (ao3) @cloudteawrites (tumblr)

like I said I REALLY like fanfics where reader comes into a bunch of hybrids and has to deal with the consequences 😭 that being said, this has exactly everything I love in a hybrid fic, I absolutely love the concept, and the stories of where each of the guys came from before. THIS is exactly what I mean when I say a chicken soup fic— warm and comforting. Hopefully the author will come back to it someday <33 it’s so good even though it’s just the beginning [last updated: 4/19/21 — permanent hiatus]

Loving You Isn’t Hard to Learn ✰ @/arduouslove (ao3) @arduouslove (tumblr)

MANNN ITS SO WARM AND COMFORTING!!! like,, i know i keep saying chicken soup and IM SORRY BUT THATS WHAT THESE ARE FOR ME!!! I absolutely adore the concept of a motel for hybrids to go when they need help. And I really love the development we’ve seen so far between Hoseok and jimin. Another fic that was left at the beginning, but truly lovely. Another one I hope the author updates again someday <33 [last updated: 03/07/23]

Still Life ✰ @/king_myg (ao3)

OKAY NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS IS ACTUALLY LIKE,,, ONE OF MY FAVOURITE HYBRID FICS IVE READ!! The concept behind it is just so,, intriguing. It’s a yandere fic, so it has that edge to it but the way jungkook just *is* is so…. No you actually just have to read it to understand. I love this fic sooo bad actually. And Yoongi who pretends not to be a hybrid… and!! I really can’t express in words how exciting this was for me to read. I can’t wait to see how the rest of the guys relationships develop with the reader. [last updated: 5/22/24]

Home Calls the Heart ✰ @anonnie-in-wonderland

verryyy cute ot7 fic <33 the first chapter just feels very warm and soft. its adorable how tae wants to 'adopt' a human for his family even though he doesn't quite understand the repercussions of it [last updated: 12/17/22]

About love ✰ @mochiimac

One of my favourite tropes of reader coming into hybrids and them all hating each other right off the bat!! The writing style feels so safe too <33 [last updated: 04/24/3]

A Hundred Percent Human ✰ @/wrienne (ao3) @wrienne (tumblr)

Another CLASSIC ot7 hybrid fic!! I remember reading the first few chapters before I took a break from fanfics back in the day. Each of the characters (bts memebers) are so interesting and I love the personalities the author made around them as well as all the world building they did within the fic. The class system was so interesting to me and TAEHYUNG??? God, such a fun and dynamic story!! Highly recommend you check it out [last updated: 7/24/23]

Daddy’s Money Makes the World Go Round ✰ @/That_Author (ao3)

SOOO warm and comfortable. Guarddog Namjoon rlly just wants to keep the reader safe even though her parents are mean. Their relationship (as well as the rest of the guys that come into the home) is just SO sweet n gentle <3 [last updated: 10/28/22]

Oneshots

Secret Story of the Swan ✰ @purpleyoonn

one of the few yandere fics on the list and oh so sweet <33 the way they gently lure reader is so 🥺 and she gives in easily to their charms 🥺 v cute little oneshot <33 love her a lot

Beastly Gods ✰ @lemonjoonah

A CLASSICCCCCC one of the only (other) yandere fics on this list. mostly taehyung x reader w/ implied ot7 x reader ++ drabbles featuring ot7 x reader. I love this fic so much actually you don’t understand. It holds such a special place in my heart PLS READ IT!!

Tangled Hearts ✰ @writersrealmbts

Adorable look into readers life with 7 hybrids <33 truly love how this fic played out and the interactions the members had with eachother and the reader. ITS JUST REAL CUTE OKAY!!!! Makes me all soft nd gushy!! Very cute <33 i love it.

To Be Read / Currently Reading

Kindness ✰ @/angelaronin (ao3)

Stray Cat Strut ✰ @/typhloticharuspex (ao3)

Meritocracy ✰ @/saylilirose (ao3)

The Dog Days are Over ✰ @/mintedmango (ao3)

Redamancy ✰ @/dalgi_jungoo (ao3)

A Sweet Change ✰ @/kagsii (ao3)

Peculiar Pack ✰ @/dollremi (ao3)

If anyone has any reads I didn’t mention comment them or message me them!!

** I’ll update this as I read more / find more fics I’ve read in the past that I enjoyed!! By no means is it complete, these are just the fics I’ve read/reread recently nd enjoyed <33 Currently going through my tumblr likes to see if I’ve missed any <33 ✰ last updated: 01/19/25

Main Rec List | individual/poly hybrid rec list (coming soon)

[lo1k-diamonds]

A woman's best friend 💜

PAIRING: Taehyung x (f)reader

SUMMARY: When you met, you and Taehyung hit it off instantly, becoming the closest of friends. You thought he was off-limits. Meanwhile, he’s been begging for a chance to put an end to your friendship.

WORD COUNT: 7,004 

GENRE: friends to ?, smut

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: mutual pining, dirty talk, body worship, nipple play, oral (both), rough, sweet, bittersweet, mentions of alcohol, talks about Tae's sexuality

A.N. I heard Fri(end)s and had the idea for this fic... I love this song sooooo much 💜 Thanks to @downbad4yoongi for the beta read! Thank you to @eerieedits for the awesome banner 💜 Edited as I prepare a part 2 😋

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“Fuck, what I wouldn't give for cock right now.”

Your voice came out in a low groan right before you brought your cold beer bottle to your lips to take a few swigs. The TV was blaring a new episode of Physical:100, and you understood everyone’s obsession with Amotti’s body. For you, it was the lack of sex mixed with alcohol, hormones, and being exposed to hot guys on the TV on a Saturday night. Well, and in real life.

You looked at Taehyung out of the corner of your eye. He had taken off his black leather jacket, but his tight white shirt accentuated his chest and wide shoulders. His dark eyes had jumped to yours at your words, but he was drinking his beer and didn’t stop. He was very handsome, something you noticed the moment you met him during photography class when he asked you for help with a project. Your heart had fluttered hard but had since calmed down — he didn’t look at you that way. He was there to admire Amotti’s abs with you. 

At least you had a friend to share these debaucheries with.

“I mean,” he voiced as soon as his lips were free. “I have one right here.”

You threw your head back, laughing, “I know.” You made sure to tap his chest playfully before reaching for another cherry in a bowl on the coffee table, pulling it from the stem between your teeth. “But you know…”

He was looking at you with his usual nonchalance, with legs spread, beer in his hand, and completely relaxed into your couch, but his eyebrow twitched.

So you nodded, “Alright, let me put it better.” You suddenly realized you could be offending him somehow: it was not because a person with a cock was present that they would want to have anything to do with you. So you corrected yourself, “What I’d give for a good fucking.”

He nodded, seemingly understanding, and you smiled, turning to the TV again. You were happy your friendship was like this; you were used to talking about who you were attracted to and helping each other out, and you could openly comment on your thirst. It was perfect.

“Still applies.”

You turned to look at him so quickly that you almost got whiplash. Your eyes were wide, and your mouth blabbered before you could think, “What? But I helped you get it on with what’s his name a few months back.”

Your head was spinning; you were so confused. That night out had been the proverbial nail in the coffin of your secretly harbored hope. 

“Yeah, so?” His voice was monotone at best. “I’m pansexual.”

Your eyes widened comically as your cheeks flushed red. “Oh… I… I…”

“Assumed?” He raised an eyebrow again, and you were flustered but still noticed him fidgeting, with his knee jumping repeatedly.

“Well… Yeah, kind of,” you admitted, with shame forcing your eyes down. Amotti showed on the TV again, and you glanced. “You only ever talk about guys in front of me.”

You knew it before it was out of your mouth that it was a lame excuse, and he did too because he scoffed, “Yeah, well. What else do you want to talk about?”

“That’s not fair,” you complained, frowning with embarrassment burning your chest.

“Didn’t think you’d be interested in hearing my thoughts on women.”

He was looking away now, and you could hear a tinge of bitterness, and it pricked your heart. 

“Tae, that’s not true,” you insisted, reaching to put a hand on his arm so he’d look at you. Was that resentment? It hurt you deeply. “I want to hear your thoughts about everything,” you admitted with a shy smile, and his eyes softened. “And I wish we could talk about anything. I mean, look at what I just said.”

His lips twitched before he reached to catch your hand in his. He couldn’t see you sad, especially not about something like this. It could be that you had the wrong impression because he never bothered clarifying, and that was on him, too. The reason he was deeper in his feelings for you than he had ever been with anyone else was you saying things like those and treating him like that. It was the reason he had canceled his weekend plans to be with you last minute, it was why he wanted to hold your hand, and at long last, why he was done being just friends with you.

“Fair. You’re right,” he relented, turning on the couch to you more comfortably. “Sorry, that’s not why.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you braved through it. “Why, then? Why haven’t we ever discussed this before?”

It would have been so easy to deflect or act offended about his sexuality even being a topic of conversation, but he wasn’t doing that. He was putting the cards on the table tonight.

“I thought… You were so open-minded and welcomed me to join your friends and… I thought that if you knew, you’d treat me differently. Like just any other guy, and then we wouldn’t have become friends.”

“Tae…” You shook your head lightly, disappointment pulling the corners of your lips. He thought that of you?

“I also needed your help with that midterm project, so it was a life-or-death situation.”

He said it sheepishly, caressing your hand in his, and you chuckled, “That was so long ago.”

He nodded, lowering his eyes to your hands, and you kept a sigh from coming out. Maybe you were wrong to presume, but it was easily done when he blended in so easily with your group of girlfriends. Not because he wasn’t manly, but because he acted with grace and care and had no qualms holding your hand or showing affection when most guys wouldn’t be caught dead doing that to a friend.

You nodded. “I thought we became friends…”

“We did,” he agreed, though his voice was an octave lower.

“So can, or can I not, say I’m craving a good fucking?” You squeezed his hand with a grin on your face before bringing your beer to your lips again. You didn’t care about his sexuality, and you’d been friends for so long that you couldn’t read more into his actions, even if you wanted to delude yourself. 

You had hoped to lighten the mood and get back on topic, and you did. Sort of.

“You can always say it,” he mused, eying you with a darker look in his eyes once they locked with yours. “The question is: do you want to do something about it?”

“What can I do about it?” you asked with amusement before taking another swig.

“Fuck me.”

You would have choked if you hadn’t already swallowed. Instead, you gaped at him with eyes like a deer caught in headlights. “What?”

“I’m down if that’s what you want.”

You blinked for a second, taking in his casual demeanor as he sat on your couch, totally chill. Then you grabbed a pillow and swatted him right across the face.

He jumped in place, checking if he hadn’t spilled anything over the couch or himself. “What?!”

“What what?” you asked, pulling the pillow and throwing it away on the floor so he’d check on himself comfortably.

“What was that for?!”

“I’m being serious, and you’re messing around!”

You couldn’t help your blushing cheeks, but you could keep things casual by taking a bit of inspiration from him.

You just didn’t expect him to fidget in his spot with a pout, “I’m not messing around, I’m serious.”

You grimaced, shaking your head in disbelief, not even able to contemplate such an outlandish thought.

But he stayed put looking at you, as laid-back as always, and you sobered up a little. That was him being serious.

“You… You’d—” You swallowed, annoyed by your hesitation. “You’d fuck me?”

“Fuck yeah.”

His reply was instantaneous, and he bit the inside of his bottom lip. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Or better yet, said it like that. It wasn’t like that was all he wanted to do. It wasn’t like he was proposing a one-night stand, for you to become fuck buddies, or— What was he even suggesting?

“Well,” you spoke up before he could chastise himself internally. He could only look at you with bated breath. “Even if you’re into women, I never thought you’d… be into me.”

It could have made his head spin, but instead, he sat more upright and frowned. “Why not?”

“I’m not all fit and pretty and shit.”

You were mumbling with your eyes on the floor, and he had to keep himself from scoffing. “Are you serious? There is nothing wrong with how you look.”

“No, just—” You glanced at him and instantly knew you wouldn’t be able to explain it properly. Or, better yet, that he’d never let you have your way. So instead, you huffed and rubbed your face, “Ugh, but… you always see me bare-faced and—”

“Fuck if that matters.” He shook his head, more irritated than you thought he’d be. “You know damn well none of that matters. You look good without makeup, your curves are crazy, and you have other attributes that top it all off.”

You couldn’t help laughing and pulling your legs under you as you got more comfy. The action got you closer to him, but you didn’t mind that. You were pretty convinced he was just messing around. “Like what? My wonderful personality?”

He smiled; he liked seeing you laughing and even more that you were leaning into him, with your arms and his pressed together. “I was going to say a significant chest size, but your personality is wonderful.” You burst out laughing, hiding in his shoulder, and although he liked you being relaxed and touchy with him, he wanted you to truly hear it. “I mean that.”

“Yeah, right!” You managed to say, still laughing. “Did we drink too much?”

You were grinning and shook your nearly empty bottle before putting it on the coffee table. You sat back, still leaning into him, and saw worry on his face for the first time. “Have you? If you have, then this conversation stops here.”

“I only had one bottle…”

“Me too.”

He raised it as if to imply it was that one and took it to his lips to finish it in one go. The gesture gave you a time-off from his gaze and allowed you to try to process what you two were talking about. You knew him well enough to gather he wasn’t pranking you, but you were unsure where that landed the two of you. You couldn’t possibly reevaluate your interactions, talks, and bond under this new light. That wouldn’t be justified, and regardless, you wanted his friendship. You wanted him in your life, by your side, being a part of everything, while you made sure to be a part of his everything.

He leaned to put his empty bottle next to yours before sitting back, “Would you fuck me?”

His tone was neutral, and suddenly, your stomach lurched. Fucking wasn’t the word on the top of your head, but that wasn’t what you two were talking about.

You scoffed. “I’m not fucking blind.”

“What does that matter? I’m asking you seriously.”

His gaze had all the certainty someone as handsome and amazing as he could have. Your instinct was to cover your face before your feelings could be easily read and groan, “Ughhh.”

“What?” He sat closer, facing you, though your legs were already touching.

“I don’t know!”

“You don’t know what?”

“Ughhhh!”

“Yes or no, come on!”

“Ughhhh!”

You couldn’t see how frustrated he was becoming. Why were you groaning into your palms instead of answering his very important question?

He called your name, you groaned, and he almost tried ripping your hands away. Instead, he brushed your arms. “Speak! Come on, use words! Why don’t you just say it? Yes or no? Must be a no if you’re—”

“Shut up!!” You exploded, revealing your wide, glistening eyes and pink cheeks. He was surprised. “Why?? Because it could ruin our friendship!”

“Saying if you’d fuck me or not will not ruin our friendship, even if it’s a no.”

Your face scrunched up in a mix between a plea and worry, but your lips remained sealed. He let his head fall back with a sigh, then faced you again.

“You know what might?” He paused, waiting for you to raise your eyes to him. That was all he needed to spill it out, “Saying that I want to give you the fucking you’re craving.”

You clenched around nothing, with a burn spreading down your chest. You couldn’t even blink away from his stare, locked as you were. Instead, you swallowed, and he continued as if spurred by your silence.

“Fuck you into a slobbering mess, and right now, I can think of like five different ways of doing it.”

You blinked, and that was the extent of your capabilities. He raked his fingers through his dark hair, and your only thought was how easy that would have been — you, a drooling mess in whatever one of those five ways. You only needed one, and it didn’t even need to be that complicated. He could start with his fingers in your mouth and—

“Starting by taking that stupid bra off and licking your n—”

You squealed and reached to cover his mouth with your hand. Your cheeks burned; thinking it and saying it were two very different things!

He grabbed your wrist and pulled it away, uncovering his mouth but choosing silence. And you realized that saying something could only make it worse. You had gotten on your knees and were almost straddling him at this point. He had stayed put and, funnily enough, your deep breaths were raising and lowering your chest closer to him. He seemed to notice this too because his eyes roamed over your legs, your shorts, your white top, your chest, your neck, and finally made it to your eyes. You didn’t just watch him attentively observing you, you felt it in the tingles tracing you under his gaze, as though you needed to feel him somehow.

The tension was climbing up your spine, reminding you to move your neck just a little to release it, making your long hair fall over your chest instead. The simple motion was enough to draw his eyes and tighten your nipples, and your underwear clung further to you. 

His eyes on yours had you shuddering, and his thumb rubbing the skin on your wrist only amplified it. “Just say the word. If that’s what you want, just say the word.”

The last drop was his velvety voice. That wonderful, trust-inducing, hypnotizing, delicious voice that you’d follow to the end of the world.

You were already nodding, and you still managed to hoarsely voice, “Yes.”

His eyes read your lips, but he didn’t move, and you faltered. You were unaware of how you were leaning into him, eyes fixed on his lips, absolutely bewitched. At that moment, all your hesitation melted away as you licked your lips. You were not beyond asking for a taste when he shortened the distance between you in the blink of an eye, making you gasp.

His big, warm hand instantly reached your jaw, supporting your head gently. His lips grazing yours with the utmost softness were what convinced you to close your eyes. Screw the shock trying to freeze you and steal this opportunity from you. You pressed his lips harder, removing any hesitation from what you were doing — you wanted this.

You wanted Taehyung’s kiss. You wanted to feed your curiosity, give sense to the fantasies sprouting in your head when you were lonely and heated, and learn what that forbidden fruit tasted like. 

Truthfully, you thought your lips were the only way to feel and taste him because, at any moment, it would all end. But as he kissed you back, matching your eager curiosity, you sighed. You succumbed to grabbing his dark hair in your fists, breathing in shakily when his hands framed your waist without an ounce of reluctance. You kept fearing you were acting crazy, that he would push you back and laugh this off as being drunk. It was why you couldn’t stop pressing him closer, sighing into his mouth every time his hands moved on your curves, licking against his tongue when it dared teasing you, and nibbling his bottom lip whenever he dared to stray.

You hardly noticed when he moved on the couch because his lips never left yours. And whether he’d pull you to his lap or lay you under him, it mattered little as long as he didn’t stop. All he did was kneel on the couch in front of you, kissing you harder. His fingertips touched the skin just beneath the hem of your top, and you brought them further up your sides under the fabric. You were breathing heavily just at the feel of his wide hands exploring the expanse of your stomach, but when he reached your bra, your breath hitched. His words were still burning inside you, making you clench at the thought.

You opened your eyes and found him looking at you, puffy lips bruising yours as he sneaked his fingertips under the bra, digging gently into the supple skin. His tongue peeked, licking your lips slowly in a tease as his thumbs brushed your hard nipples over the fabric, and you groaned.

You didn’t care anymore; you were irrational. Yes, you had covered his mouth out of embarrassment before — the embarrassment of how much you wanted him to do what he was saying, and now he would. You were a train about to derail, and nothing could stop you.

His dark eyes were still locked with yours as you squirmed to unclasp your bra at your back, trying to get rid of it. As soon as you did and the fabric no longer protected you, he leaned down and licked through your white top, finding a nipple all too easily. You squirmed but pressed his head to your chest, ignoring the bra almost around your neck, looking to feel exactly what he wanted to do to you.

He, on the other hand, found the bra obstructing the view of your face contorting in pleasure annoying and got rid of it quickly by passing one of the strips down your arm. You were so immersed in gripping his hair and feeling him lick and pinch your nipples that you didn’t even notice. Only when he caught your lips again, grabbing and squeezing both breasts hungrily, did you notice there was no bra anymore, only your moan inside his mouth. He was devouring your whimpers, drinking every sigh as you enjoyed his hands on you, unable to hide it.

His lips trailed down your jaw and neck, and you squirmed, disliking what you thought was a growing distance between you two. Instead, it made you realize that he had kneeled on the floor in front of you and that his hands were squeezing your sides before dragging your top up. His open-mouth kisses between your breasts gave you goosebumps, making you eager to roll your hips against him, but it was when his hands cupped your breasts and squeezed them to his face that you moaned, melting between your legs.

“Tae,” you breathed a moan, half in wonder, half in a plea. You wanted him to have you like you never wanted anything else before.

His name on your lips wantonly like that made his dark eyes flick to yours in what you believed was a line being crossed. He pulled the top above your head, parting from your chest only the time needed for this, before finally licking and biting your nipples, squeezing and groping whatever his mouth couldn’t catch. Your moans were shooting pure desire through his veins, especially as you let your head fall back to enjoy. Your nails were holding onto his shirt by his shoulders, not trying to stop him as he traced your hips and played with the hem of your shorts, but quite simply letting his mouth work you up.

You squirmed beneath him to let him drag your clothes off and barely contained a squeal at his mouth trailing lower. You were feverish, wet, hot, absolutely derailed not just with the view but with the anticipation. This was why you almost keened when, feeling him kiss your legs down to your knees, you looked down. Your panties were still on, and he was pecking your skin, feeling the smoothness of your legs with his hands before stopping. His eyes fixed on yours, glistening with just as much desire, but then his eyebrows twitched.

You were already exposed, winded, flushed, dazed, and there was only one thing you wanted. “Are you going to eat me out?”

“If you let me.”

“Please,” you breathed, raising your knees to your chest in an offering.

The corners of his mouth curved as though you had promised him candy, and he didn’t hesitate to lean in. His nose rubbed at your clothed center, and just him breathing deeply before nuzzling the skin around your panties made you hold in a shaky sigh. You would fall apart so easily if he kept teasing you like that. Your legs were trembling, you could barely take in enough oxygen, and then he pressed his lips to you. A quiet groan stayed inside your chest as though the very sound could distract you from his kiss. It was both breathtaking and short of a tease to feel him pressing, grazing his lips across your covered slit, nuzzling your core to maddening effects. You couldn’t help your squirm or your hand shooting to his head with your request, and he obliged.

As though he was done with waiting, the same as you, he pulled the fabric aside and dove in. His groan was subtle, covering you with goosebumps right before you lost all sense and fell back. You didn’t know if it was the anticipation, the fantasy becoming reality, or the sheer hunger, but it floored you. His hands pressed your legs harder, almost as if he couldn’t let you get away, and he groaned. You felt it deep inside you, right as his tongue collected your slick on his way to your clit. He licked over it in waves, driving you to squeeze your eyes shut, barely afloat. You bucked your hips to increase the friction, and he pressed his face harder, letting you feel the tip of his nose, tongue, and lips in open-mouthed kisses. 

But whenever you thought the searing burn would snap your coil and you would peak, he drew back. You didn’t realize your push and pull, lulling yourself to his rhythm, until a louder whimper of yours drew him to cup your ass and raise you to his mouth. He latched on, keeping a steel rhythm on your clit that was impossible to deny, regardless of how much you tried to writhe and keen. Your core burned with how tense you were, a sensation so consuming that you stopped breathing. You wanted the moment it sparked and covered you ablaze, and it did.

You melted from that point on, trembling and moaning so hard that you lost touch as you came. Taehyung’s mouth was latched to your core, lavishly mouthing you as you wiggled and squirmed, grabbing onto his hair so crudely, it probably hurt him. Yet he groaned, sucked and breathed you in, and you wanted it even harder. Your peak dissolved despite your wishes, and although you had to pull him away so he wouldn’t hurt you, the vision that met you was shattering.

The sight of him covered in your cum was like nothing you had imagined, quite simply because it was real. He was really kneeling between your legs, kissing your inner thighs, with his hair tucked in your grasp. Your legs were still trembling as you panted, and you wanted only to relax into the pillows with your much-sought release. Yet in an instant, you realized that was not what you wanted after all.

You pulled him to you as you lowered your legs to give him space, wrapping them around his waist. He let you, almost caught off balance, but you left no margin for errors. You grabbed onto his shirt for good measure and crashed his mouth to yours, kissing him with as much hunger as you could muster in your dazed, satisfied haze. You didn’t want to leave it there, and if licking your cum out of his mouth didn’t convey this, then you didn’t know what did.

Taehyung kissed you back, smiling almost tenderly before scrunching up his nose at your tongue tickling him. Yet, despite your glued cores, he wasn’t trying anything else. He wasn’t pushing or exploring you anymore, and you would have cowered if it wasn’t for the bulge pressed to you.

You rolled over him, getting him to sit on the couch before pulling away to kneel between his legs. No way he could eat you like that if he didn’t like it or was turned on, and you weren’t over your curiosity. You wouldn’t stop until you had hit all stops.

“I always wondered,” you started, reaching your hands inside his shirt so you could scratch down his chest. “What it would be like for you to touch me.” You licked your lips as he smiled. “To touch you,” you mused, reaching his flat stomach. “For you to want me.” Your hands cupped the bulge in his pants, and you shuddered at the harness twitching back. “Like I want you.”

You were brimming with desire and knew he was, too, when he reached to grab your hair and crash your mouths together. To your surprise, he didn’t pull or push you in one direction or the other; it was as though he simply wanted to kiss you. If anything, he only hardened under your hand.

You couldn’t think about what that meant, only that you wanted to continue and fulfill all your dreams tonight. You unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, and he helped you get them and the boxers off. Your chin almost fell in awe at the imposing cock before you, so hard and stiff it was pointing at you. So close to your face, it could only have been an invitation.

You touched it tentatively, feeling the soft, warm skin covering lengthy veins from base to top. Its puffy pink tip was the perfect size for you to lick, and you did. There was usually an order to these things, but not tonight. He looked pretty and hungry, and you wanted to eat him too.

Your tongue only took a taste before you sank your mouth on him. There was no way you could take him whole, as he was already poking the back of your throat, but it didn’t matter. You were there for the experience, for his taste, for that fucked out look on his face as he closed his eyes and let his jaw slack. Taehyung was fucking gorgeous, like the peak of human perfection, and it turned out it was even better when his cock was stuffing your mouth.

You couldn’t stop yourself. Your plans escaped your mind; all that mattered was bobbing your head, lapping your tongue, sucking him, and doing all that with your eyes fixed on his expression. It was the sweetest part of all — he liked it. He was breathing heavily, biting his bottom lip, blushing, and finally fluttering his eyes open. They were like candy; all his strength and power surrendered to your mouth, and you drooled. You finally closed your eyes and let your head fall as deep as you could take him, just to keep him there while you braced yourself for what you wanted.

You pulled away, letting him breathe a groan before facing him. “Said you’d fuck me.”

He blinked, almost stupefied, and you got up from your knees. You moved swiftly to the hallway to search his jacket for what you were looking for, and when you turned around, you almost stumbled. 

Physical: 100 was still on the TV with the contestants showing off their physique, and yet they didn’t even come close to that view. Taehyung was tall, towering over your entire living room as he stood there, naked, hard, with dark, glistening eyes set on you. Not even his disheveled hair or the pants at the bottom of his feet made him look any less heavenly. That view was perfect, and you didn’t allow yourself to think too much about it.

Instead, you waved the condom you had just found, and he nodded, getting rid of the clothes by his ankles in the time it took you to reach him. The moment your hands were cupping his cheeks, he was already pulling you by the waist, eager to hold you and kiss you. He didn't hesitate to feel your curves, reaching your ass to pull you to him, and you molded yourself to him, arching your back into him.

You were dizzy with his attention, with his big hand squeezing your ass while the other gripped your hair to keep you in his kiss. But when he meant to sit down, you pulled him to stay put. You grinned, giving him the condom, then got on the couch on all fours.

You didn't see his surprise, only felt a soothing hand on your ass down your leg. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, please,” you sighed.

It wasn't much of a logical thought, but the idea was to have him in as many positions as you had fantasized. You doubted you'd get far — as soon as he was inside you, all ideas would evaporate — but doggy was good to start. You wanted him raw and deep, reaching places inside you no one could. Of course, you couldn’t have him raw, but if he fucked you without holding back, you'd already consider that a win.

Taehyung got on one knee on the couch behind you after covering himself and eyed you. You were vulnerable like that, with your unblemished back arching and long hair falling over your shoulders. He’d like you in any position, but he couldn’t help pursing his lips. He touched your soft skin again, and you wiggled your ass for him, and although he bit it playfully just to make you jump and chuckle, he still second-guessed it.

It felt impersonal. In all of his dreams of you, he rarely pictured being with you like this without at least a mirror so he could see you, so you two could communicate. He wanted to be with you, to feel and watch you writhe in pleasure, in the ways he could make you feel, not to turn your face away so he could use you. If anything, your face was what made it special.

You wiggled your ass again with an impatient sigh, and this time you pleaded, “Please, Tae.”

You looked over your shoulder and saw his expression softening before he got behind you. The feel of his cock brushing your folds had you shaking, but it was his nails scratching down your spine that did it. You fell back on him, unwilling to wait for him, and he let you, groaning. He helped your hips as you wiggled and searched to get him deeper, and as you did, you both sighed.

You could feel him stretching you despite your previous orgasm, and you smiled. In another circumstance, you’d just enjoy the show without thinking much of it, but just the fact that it was Taehyung turned you on again. And when he started moving, he delivered.

It wasn’t just his hips smacking yours, the crown of his cock teasing your cervix and making you groan and curl your nails on the couch armrest. It was the way he held your waist, leaned over you to peck over your spine, and responded to every reaction of yours. You mewled and tried fucking into him? He fucked you harder, adjusting the angle so you’d keen mindlessly. You moaned and hid in the pillows, feeling so tense you didn’t know your name? He reeled back, slowing down his thrusts to let you breathe. You whimpered and called his name? He was instantly all over you, kissing your neck near your ear, asking if you were okay without ever stopping giving you what you wanted.

You looked over your shoulder, meeting his eyes as he kissed your skin there, and you thought that was impossible. You knew Taehyung was attentive, but that bordered on perfection, and you didn't know how to deal with that.

“Harder,” you whispered, glistening eyes boring into his.

“Are you sure?”

You grinned. “Said you’d leave me a slobbering mess.”

“You sure look like it,” he teased, and you laughed. You knew you were drooling onto the couch, but you also knew he was holding back.

“Give everything to me.” You sighed, and your lightness earned you a nod.

The second he pulled away, you wondered if you knew what you asked for, and the second he showed you, you knew you did. He grabbed your hair in a fist to keep your back arched, and your mind melted. The way he rutted into you, holding your waist so you’d stay in position to take every thrust, only made you whimper and moan louder. He felt so good it was unbearable; how did he reach deeper and harder when you thought you were at your limit? His groans, his scent, his nails piercing your skin to hold you in place; you could barely function in the frenzy.

You knew you were tightening because his focus was faltering, but when he stopped, staying buried deep inside you, you were worried. 

“Tae?” you asked, trying to swallow the dizziness and figure out why that stairway to heaven had suddenly halted.

“I can’t—” His voice was a whisper as he tried regaining his breath. “I’ll cum.”

Your eyebrows jumped, and you almost smiled, but you bit your lip to keep it in. “How’s that?”

He was still squishing your flesh in his hands, but he took one hand to brush his sweaty hair out of his eyes, “You’re so tight and warm and—” You clenched involuntarily, and he grabbed and squeezed your ass again. “You fucking tease.”

You stifled a laugh and could swear he’d spank you, but instead, he leaned over you and bit your shoulder. You finally laughed. “Let me ride you.”

He hummed, and instead of answering, he let you take the brunt of his weight as he held your hips. You groaned with the effort, still shuddering at his lips tracing your cheeks to your neck, but then you moaned lavishly. He was pressing himself slowly to you, reaching inside you and twitching, and you thought you’d be too desensitized, but it was the opposite. Your core hugged him, sucking him in with the subtle rolls of your hips, and he groaned into your ear, making you flutter even harder. It was as though he couldn’t help himself, ensuing that small push and pull, enough to get you both crazy.

But you insisted, “Tae.”

And he was off of you in a second. He sat down and helped you turn around and straddle him. You were flushed and covered in sweat, but he didn’t seem to mind. You were so wet you were sliding, and he guided your hips as you grabbed his cock. Just looking at him beneath you, you knew it would feel amazing, but something about staring into his eyes as you sank on him rewired your priorities. Instead of looking to give a show or tease him, you let your chin drop the same as his and reached to hold his head in place. Your nails grazed his skin as you gripped his hair by the back of the nape and rolled your lips to feel him inside you as deeply as possible. His eyebrows knitted as he looked down, and you burned under his gaze, wanting nothing more than for him to feel as good as you did. And by the way that his fingers were digging into your hips and his droopy eyes came back to yours, you knew he did. You knew that every jerk of your hips stole his breath, too, squeezed his tip in your smooth walls, and ground on him in a way that made you hover even though you were sinking.

Your fingers curled around his hair. “I can’t hold— I’ll come—”

If he was surprised at how easily you fell apart, he didn’t let on. You searched for his kiss right before your orgasm swept you away, and he held you, kissing you and receiving your deep moans in his mouth as though it were praise.

You were dizzy when you came down and held onto his shoulders as he grabbed you to lay over you on the couch. A euphoric giggle almost burst out as he pecked and nuzzled every inch of your face — you could swear you were with Taehyung, but that wasn’t—

“Can I finish?” he whispered against your mouth, and you opened your eyes.

Taehyung was really holding you in his arms, balls deep inside you, smiling with a hint of amusement.

You nodded, and he hummed. “Sure you had your fill?”

You shuddered, aware of the state of things. No.

You’d never have a proper fill because you didn’t want it to end. But as reality would have it, Taehyung was just fucking you. Just like you asked.

So you nodded and kissed him, refusing to let those feelings surface right now. You started, you’d finish. The final destination was just ahead; you had to know what he felt like when he came deep inside you.

He kissed you back and restarted the sweet movement of his hips, and you sighed. He held your legs high so you could wrap them around him and grabbed onto your hair to keep your chin up. You could barely breathe without a moan, and looking into his eyes while he fucked you made it all the harder. His lips were parted for soft sighs, and you squirmed under him, adjusting your hips. It was enough for him to falter and let you hide in his chest. You breathed him in, biting down on the soft flesh out of sheer frustration. He felt so good you could lose yourself again, but that wouldn’t happen. He wasn’t yours.

Still, his love felt like heaven. So when he pulled your head up again to face him, you did. You moaned your pleasure so he’d know how amazing he felt, scratched him closer, and looked into his eyes just like he wanted. In an instant, he groaned, and his hips faltered. He crashed into you, kissing you between stifled moans before he nuzzled your neck and stilled.

You hugged him to you with your eyes closed, taking deep breaths. He was breathing down your neck, recovering, and you matched him, feeling deeply every time your nose picked up a mix of his cologne with the sex scent still in the air. For as long as that lasted, you were free of thoughts and worries.

But then he got up, pulling out of you to get rid of the condom. And although he laid back down next to you, pulling you into his arms with a sweet smile, the spell had been broken. 

You started trembling, and he noticed. He took your fingertips to his lips to kiss them, ready to ask you cheekily if he had given you more than you bargained for when you sniffled.

His heart fell through; he looked at you, and you tried to hide in his chest.

He brushed your hair behind your ear. “Hey.”

You couldn’t face him; your eyes stayed shut so you wouldn’t cry.

“What’s wrong?”

His voice was low and laced with worry, and your heart hurt even more. You didn’t want him to worry; he was just doing what he said he would. He just had no idea how you felt.

You shouldn’t have done this. You were terrified to lose him. Nothing was worth that.

“I don’t want this to ruin our friendship,” you managed to say before a sob shook you. “You’re my best friend.”

Taehyung almost smiled; if he had only heard those words, he would have promised you that nothing was lost. That you two together never spelled just friends in his mind, and that he wanted so much more than that. 

But he could feel you and see you: the lines on your face that spelled the unshed tears, the way you were trembling in his arms, and your refusal to face him.

His heart sank. A storm of questions raged inside his mind — was it him, was it the sex, did he hurt you, was it not what you expected, did you never want this to happen, did you regret it — but he asked none of it. The more you tried to stay put and not cry, the sadder and more certain he became that you were distressed. That you wanted him just as a friend and that nothing he had done had convinced you otherwise.

You opened your tearful eyes. “I don’t want things to change.”

He opened his mouth and then closed it, a lopsided smile showing instead. He couldn’t help eying your lips and regret with his whole heart not having stolen one last kiss to remember you by, to settle his heart, but there was nothing to do about it. Instead, he looked up at your teary gaze and brushed your cheek. “Don’t worry about it.”

[Part 2]

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Now that BTS is back, I really hope new fanfics start coming out... I can't take reading the same old stuff over and over again, it’s slowly killing me inside

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Completed: Master List

Summary: You are the beloved human mate of seven ancient vampires — Jungkook, Jimin, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung — who are cold, cruel, and utterly obsessed with you. Though they hate humans, you're their exception.

Warnings: 🔞Enter at your own risk ⚠️ smutty and dark imagines of BTS as vampires does involve blood drinking, p in v sex, multiple partners, polyamory, breeding kinks, obsessive partners

Let me know if you would like to be tagged! 💜

Chapters

1 The Quick and The Hungry

2 Needs Fulfilled

3 The Pregnancy

4. Birth

5. One Isn't Enough

6. Love or Death

7. Bonding

Tags: @jungshaking

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Tag: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Sample Size: 34,123 stories

Source: AO3

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Blackmail 5 | KTH

Pairing: Idol!taehyung x reader

Genre: smut, angst. Five shot

Synopsis: being part of their staff meant you had to be around them all the time, Taehyung has a checklist of all the girls he slept with and filmed and you were next on the list, as he lures you using several ways one of them being actually showing you the content he films, before you finally give in and he actually films you to tick you off of his list. Little do you know it’s the biggest mistake ever.

Disclaimer: events and incidents in this fiction are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. This does not resemble Taehyung’s character whatsoever. taglist: @idkduewhy @wiebouquetbarbarian @tan-veee @pookiej @xstfudaisyx @junecat18 @whipwhops @mother2onsters @lil0u0 @whoa-jo @latinapoetbts

Previous 

Your doorbell rings twice before you rush to open it, your joints still feel loose from the night before and today hasn’t been quite your day, despite it being your weekend, you’re not enjoying your time still trying to recover from last night’s hangover.

You were on the verge of doing something very stupid when alcohol was at its peak in your entire system, but you got lucky, and realized this morning that thankfully nothing happened.

The exact second you open your eyes the next morning you feel instant regret, you want way overboard with drinking to the point of actually falling asleep still in your dress on your couch. Immense pounding headache makes you close your eyes again and frown, you’re extremely sweaty and you need to shower like right now.

You do remember something happening the night before but you can’t pin-point it. It’s something that had to do with Taehyung, but you’re not quite sure what it was. Good god, why is the sun so bright, what time is it?

Your head snaps quickly to your surroundings trying to locate your phone, your neck is stiff from the long sleep on the couch and your back hurts like hell. You end up finding your poor phone thrown down on the floor, and it seems like it spent the night laying there.

Your sore joints don’t help when you stretch your arm over to grab your phone and unlock it, you looked so miserable this morning to the point of face ID barely recognizing you, you have to rub your eyes before looking back onto your screen and finally unlocking it.

And it unlocks straight into a post you wrote the night before and you instantly rewind the tape from last night and what exactly happened. You know you do stupid shit when you’re drunk heavy so it was a little expected for you to do such thing, luckily when you clicked share last night you still had to select an option on where to post the media you selected, you had to choose a platform to post onto.

You let out a breath of relief when you finally make sure that none of the media you selected was posted, you delete the entire post and lock your phone again before getting into the shower and proceeding with your usual morning routine.

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” You’re standing near your doorstep in utter confusion, you started questioning yourself on when did he figure out your address? But then your call that he drove you here once.

You’re still oblivious over the reason why he suddenly showed up on a Saturday morning. “Can I come in?” A heartwarming smile sits over his face, you invite him in and close the door behind him. “What’s up?” He takes a seat onto your couch.

“Not much, is there anything wrong? Are you okay?” You take a seat on the same couch only a couple seats away from him. “I was driving nearby, I figured I’d come over maybe we could have a chat.”

“Couldn’t this chat wait until Monday?” You ask, and he pauses to look at you feeling a little unwelcomed in your place, which makes you laugh nervously and scratch your temple. “I didn’t want it to sound like that, would you like a drink?”

He shrugs it off right away and answers. “Just water please.”

And as soon as you turn your back and head to your kitchen, Jungkook looks around the place scanning every single corner, memorizing the details around your place just like he was taught, he even gets up onto his feet and walks towards the console under your TV to search into the three drawers.

“Stay out of this Jungkook.” He’s about to leave the room before he gets pulled back by the wrist, “No I can’t stay out of this, just so you know, your stupid kink can not only ruin your career, it could ruin mine too, and I can’t sacrifice everything I worked hard for this past decade just so you could have your own fun.”

Taehyung has his own selective hearing and fully decides on not listening. “Look, you know I want the best for you right?” Jungkook asks which makes Taehyung pay a little attention.

“Yes, and?”

“I’d say you keep your distance from Y/N specifically, she’s after you. And I’m afraid if you’re not careful enough she might just… tell someone, or make a scene, and you don’t want that do you?” The younger genuinely cares about his friend, he’s even frustrated when Taehyung scoffs and immediately argues. “Trust me she won’t. she can’t prove anything. Besides.. I can’t post anything you know that, I’d be harming myself before I harm her, and honestly I could care less about her.”

“We kind of had a chat the other day , I’m pretty sure she said she has something that could possibly ruin your career, I don’t know what exactly, but she does. And I need you to be careful because she’s onto something.”

Taehyung drives Jungkook frustrated when he grabs Jungkook’s arm away from his own wrist and mutters. “Stay out of this Jungkook, I know what I’m doing.”

“Except you’re not.” Jungkook interrupts him right away. “I never thought I would say this, but I’m willing to testify against you if she decides to post anything, Hyung, I thought I’d choose you over her, but now I’d choose my career over you.”

Finally something manages to mess up Taehyung’s mind, Jungkook’s words finally knocked sense into him, “And Taehyung, if anything happens, you’re on your own.” He’s about to leave, but this time he’s the one being pulled by the wrist. “Jungkook wait.”

And the youngest turns towards Taehyung with a knot formed between his brows, “Jungkook tell me what should I do?”

And apparently, this is why Jungkook showed up to your place uninvited just so he can start his so called plan with Taehyung. Jungkook panics and gets back to his seat right away when he hears your footsteps coming back to the living room, he’s never done anything like this before and he’s nervous himself, worried that he’d get caught by you.

“Here you go.” You hand him a glass filled with water and he takes a sip to calm his pounding heart down, “I’m sorry I showed up uninvited, but I figured we could talk and probably help each other out.”

“Help each other?” You get back to your seat, he nods and puts the glass down. “I’ve been thinking about this whole thing with Taehyung, and I just wanted you to know that I’m fully on your side no matter what. He’s been doing this for so long to so many girls and it can’t be right.”

This by the way is totally against Jungkook’s principles, but fuck his principles right now he’s going to try and save his career that could vanish right after Taehyung’s.

“Look I tried so hard to talk him out of it, but he’s really determined to do it, so I figured I’d talk to you, maybe find out what you have against him, we could try and figure out something that could save us both.”  He gets closer to your seat before his hand lands onto your knee. “I care about you Y/N.”

The problem is that he sounds genuine to you at this moment, he’s worried over himself and his own career so this is his last minute decision to try and save it. “Thank you, Jungkook.” A faint smile sits on your face and you put your hand over his. “I have what it takes to end this man, you shouldn’t be worried.”

You feel the physical tension when he suddenly moves even closer and tugs your hair behind your ear before he whispers. “I trust you, Y/N, but we have to work together, and I want you to trust me too.”

“Just leave it to me Jungkook—“ And before you even finish he interrupts. “Shh, I know you can do this whole thing, but Y/N, I can help you keep your job.” He ends up pressing a kiss onto the warm skin of your neck right above your pulse, “Look we don’t have to decide anything right now, you seem a little tense and tired, maybe I can help you relax a bit.”

“I’m okay, I just..” You release a breath when he starts rubbing your shoulders and neck, making your eyes almost shut close. “.. I fell asleep on the couch last night.”

He gasps and clicks his tongue. “You shouldn’t have, that’s why your neck feels all tense.” He climbs up on the couch and wedges himself in between your back and the back of the couch, making you sit between his legs, he collects your hair away from your neck and pulls it to the side. “I was just thinking, that maybe you hand me what you have against him, maybe I could show it to someone without having to post it.”

“Taehyung wanted to post it, maybe we could grant his wish.” Your tongue feels heavy as you speak when he keeps rubbing all your knots, and right after rubbing each one he presses a kiss onto your skin. “Don’t just give him what he wants on a silver platter.” He argues, running his fingers down your covered back, “How did you manage to get your evidence?”

His fingers trace your spine and stop right by the hook of your bra, he leans his chin onto your shoulder and you can feel his breath right by your neck which sends goosebumps all over your body. “I got access to his folders when we spent our last night together.”

“On his iPad?” And you nod right away, he feigns a little giggle before he presses another soft kiss onto your neck, one of his hands running down your thigh. “Gosh have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

This feels a little forbidden to you specially after all you’ve been through with Taehyung, you’re aware that you shouldn’t repeat your mistakes. “Thank you.” You’re about to get up from your seat but he wraps his arms around you and buries his face into your neck. “No please stay.”

“Jungkook this doesn’t feel right.” You whisper as if you’re worried someone might hear you. “I’ve been thinking about you ever since we spent that night together, I kept thinking how much I’d like to have you just for myself.”

And in one quick movement he slides his hand into your shorts and panties to run it over your cunt, ever so gently rubbing your sensitive bud while kissing your shoulder and whispering. “I dreamt about how this cunt would wrap around my dick and take it so well.”

You tried resisting letting out any noise but your body seems to give in even when this feels absolutely wrong, Jungkook has a different touch than Taehyung, his is more gentle and softer, and he could easily give any girl the placebo effect that he adores her even when he’s just touching her to prep her for what’s coming next, while Taehyung was more explicit, his touch was tougher and stronger onto your skin.

“So is it on your phone?”

Something smells fishy to you at this exact second, you open your eyes and clear your throat, it takes you a second to answer. “No, it’s on one of his cameras.”

“So you have it?” He asks.

Could he possibly be here just to set you up? Hundreds of thoughts are all up in your head when you’re trying to figure out what’s the matter, Jungkook isn’t like Taehyung, he can’t be.

You can easily test the theory you have in your head, you’ve already copied the file on your phone so you can easily hand him the camera and still you’ll be one step ahead of him.

“Yeah, but I trust you Kook, you know that right.” You turn your head to look at him and your noses hit, you’re about to pull back but he pulls you in and dares to steal a quick peck from your lips. “You can trust me.”

He notices how different your body language suddenly got which makes him force a laugh. “Friends kiss like all the time, and we’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Yeah sure.” You get up and rush inside your bedroom, Jungkook quickly takes his phone out and sends a voice message to someone, you figure it’s Taehyung when Jungkook speaks. “Consider it done.”

Of course.

Taehyung never had to think and list his priorities regarding this because it basically never backfired, his brain doesn’t function like other people and he’s extremely selfish, he’s willing to do anything just to save himself even if he had to hurt someone. You’re basically a threat to him right now.

He recalls what Jungkook sent him an hour ago, consider it done? Which means you really have something that could ruin his career? Like what? He doesn’t recall you taking any pictures or having any of the clips he filmed, Fuck, Taehyung. Think.

He throws himself down on the nearest chair and buries his face into his palms, the man has an excellent memory, so he tries to recall the nights you two were together, you could’ve possible hid your phone behind something like he does, or you could’ve stolen the date on his iPad or perhaps one of the cameras.

The cameras, his bag of cameras is in the building hidden in one of the lockers, he rushes up from his seat and takes the elevator up to the lockers. And after looking around left and right making sure he’s not spotted by anyone, he fishes out his keychain and unlocks the metal doors of the locker, he takes out the handbag and when the bag keeps being shuffled in his hand, the cameras are clearly heard being mixed into each other.

He puts it down onto the floor and gets onto his knees, how can he make sure that all the cameras are in there when he doesn’t know how many he has in the first place?  But this doesn’t stop him, when it comes to his own benefit he’s willing to do anything, he could try and dig out for the receipts when he bought them but this goes back to years ago, and he uses his cards all the time so it was nearly impossible to find the receipts.

Okay scratch that. He shakes his own head and proceeds to count the cameras, he opens each and every one of the cameras and he finally realizes, that the content from the other night you two spent together doesn’t exist on any of the cameras.

And that night he recalls pressing the record button after his stupid mistake he made when he spent  the night with Jungkook and you, plus he was sober. Could you possibly have one of the cameras?

“Hyung, I got the camera.” Jungkook barges in to the locker room with a tiny go pro sitting in his hand, and finally Taehyung feels a little relieved, totally oblivious that you were able to copy the folders more than once.

“Thank fucking god.” He releases a sigh and grabs the camera from Jungkook and opens it, the folders are still there which makes him a little too sure that you’re no longer able to do anything.

“Please use it wisely, and don’t fuck things up.” The youngest is relieved as well and he leaves the locker room knowing that he’s safe too. Taehyung turns the camera off and shoves it back into the handbag and locks it inside.

Monday morning felt so off for you, you woke feeling nauseated and exhausted, you barely got any sleep the night before and you feel like you’ve reached your dead end. Things can’t get worse than they actually are.

You’re going to try talking to Taehyung like the adult you are for one last time, hoping that he’d go sane or perhaps understand and change his mind, well practically you weren’t too hopeful but of course you’re willing to give it a try.

“Morning!” It makes you flinch at how cheered up Jungkook sounds, you scoff on the inside and fake a smile behind your face mask. “Morning.”

“How are you today?” He puts his bag down and takes his seat. “I’m doing pretty well thanks for asking.” And you walk past him to your destination, mumbling under your mask. “Fucking hypocrite.”

You actually thought this man could be different, but he’s just like his friend, willing to drown anyone just so he can survive.

You reach the makeup station and you roll your eyes when you see Taehyung already seated, they were pre recording something today so you rush yourself and get to work. “Good morning.” He looks at you through the mirror and you answer right away. “Taehyung we need to talk.”

Even when it’s the beginning of the week, the styling room was empty only him and you left alone inside, you had to have a chat with him, he’s a little taken back to see you behaving agitatedly when it’s still morning time, but he can easily guess what you’re about to say.

“Alright.” Taehyung gets up from his chair and closes the door shut before moving back to his seat “What’s up? Why are you being all weird?”

“We need to talk.” Your worried expressions don’t even trigger his fight or flight and he couldn’t care less on why you look so agitated. “Yeah, you stated that earlier, what do you want?”

“I think we should both go on separate ways, we both have a career we should focus on and I think it’s not worth losing it for the stupid thing we did, we both can’t lose what we worked hard on. Now I know you’re not going to post anything and neither will i—“

He high key rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Y/N, sweetheart, If anyone is going to lose anything then it’s going to be you, I can’t lose anything. Look, I don’t know why it seems so difficult for you to understand, but you just have to do what I say, and when I call you to spend the night you just come over and that’s it. Doesn’t sound too hard does it? We can make each other feel good.” He makes it sound so easy, but what he doesn’t know is how your self worth is long gone when you’re left on the floor in the middle of his hotel room all soiled and sore and worn out, he doesn’t understand what it feels like to be actually called by him and having to be there because you were forced, just to have him pleased and satisfied, it never mattered to him how you felt, he only thought about himself the entire time.

You too agreed it was sex only and this is a sealed deal, but every time he kissed you and made you feel good, it was his twisted way of making himself feel good, every time he fucked you or went down on you, it was just for himself, he felt good doing it, it didn’t matter how you felt. And even if he eventually found out you faked a performance the last time it wouldn’t probably matter to him, at least it made him feel good and he was left satisfied.

“No.” You give him a solid answer. “Don’t expect anything from me anymore, I’m not willing to give you what you need and I believe you already know other people who can give you the exact same thing, but I can’t anymore.”

“I’m quite sure I already told you, your family and coworkers won’t be happy when they see the clip—“

“Save it Tae, I’m not scared,” You cross your arms too. “Whatever happened between us was a stupid mistake. I wish you can really see how I feel about you, because Taehyung, really, I pity you, and I think you truly need help, there’s nothing half appealing about you anymore, actually it’s the exact opposite, to me you’re someone that being with was just a waste of time, and honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed my time when I’m with you.”

It hurts his ego for you to tell him this even when he tries to deny it in his head that you mean it, he thinks you’re just saying this to piss him off and just belittle him. He grits his teeth again and you can see his temples growing bigger with each time his jaw tightens, he tilts his head before squinting his eyes. “I know you’re just doing this out of spite, but I don’t have to remind you and show you the video where you literally begged me to fuck you.”

“Again Tae, save it really, I’m watching every move you make, and if you’re going to post the videos just do it, I don’t care anymore, but I want you to know that I’ll always be one step ahead of you.”

When normal people feel threatened they’d actually do something to protect themselves even if they had to fake an entire brave persona when they could nearly shit their pants, and that was the normal behavior for someone like you, but Taehyung’s career is jeopardized right before his eyes and he’s standing still with a straight face not even blinking, totally careless about everything you’re saying.

It doesn’t take you twenty minutes to finish working on his face, it felt like twenty hours with all the tension in the room, and whenever someone walks in they’d either question on why the door was closed on you two, or questioning what’s wrong when they can easily sense the electrocuted atmosphere in the tiny room.

Once you’re over you and Taehyung get back to the practice room to start filming whatever they had to film and you take a seat, you clearly see Taehyung and Jungkook talking in the corner and you know it’s about you when Jungkook tries to avoid looking into your eyes.

“Did you give him the camera?” Your voice rings across the practice room, you stand behind them, Jungkook crossing his arms and facing you fully.

“Who do you think you are?” Taehyung gets defensive as he walks towards you with a smirk on his face, “I knew about the camera all along, Y/N, I’m not that stupid, I know that you stole it.”

You have nothing to lose anymore so you giggle and nod. “Mhm, yeah, I’m pretty sure your friend retrieved it back for you.”

“I’ll give it back and you can consider this a gift, you can keep it, and to prove to you that I’m not afraid, I’m willing to show your videos to everyone.” He takes another step closer, his scent that you personally find repelling is wafting up your nose. “Let them see how much of a great performer you are.”

“Maybe they can see their favorite idol performing too.” You challenge him. After all you still don’t want anything to be posted for your own sake too. “I’ve got nothing to lose Taehyung, but you have everything to lose.”

And in a blink of an eye, the sore loser closes the space between you two and grabs you by the wrist tightly right in front of everyone, and with his tightened jaw and reddening face he whispers. “You have nothing to prove sweetheart, and you’re wrong. I’ll always be one step ahead of you.”

“Taehyung stop.” Jungkook stands between you two and tries his best to push his friend away, but the firm grip was really tight around your wrist to the point of hurting you. “Get away from me.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this.” Jungkook who’s shielding you looks behind his shoulder. “Let us discuss this like adults.”

“Oh fuck off you’re no different than him.” You glare at Jungkook still trying to escape Taehyung’s grip.

Taehyung isn’t doing his best right now and his brain was completely fogged by hatred, he’s now positive you’re hiding other things from him and he’s getting furious by the second, he’s getting the taste of his own medicine.

Around the practice room there were several people who are now watching Taehyung’s behavior that they’re not so familiar with. “Prove it, show me what you have against me.” And his grip is getting tighter and he’s being louder than before.

“Taehyung stop.” Jungkook seems embarrassed by Taehyung’s behavior.

They’re usually so secretive about their personal lives and their staff aren’t used to seeing them being like this, they always tried so hard to isolate their lives and their personal problems but right now it’s a show for everyone to see.

Your heart races and through the rush of adrenaline you pull your phone out of your pocket and unlock it. “Looks like you are afraid after all.”

“I’ll fucking end you, Y/N.”

“Not before I end you,  Kim Taehyung.” And finally you click post.

“Y/N, don’t—“ Jungkook tries and his attempt ends up failing.

The entire media is finally out for everyone to see, this is your only way to get your revenge at him.

People can now see how Taehyung degrades women in bed and humiliates them using his sick and twisted ways, they can finally see the true man he is. And not only you published the clips you had in your hand, you also managed to dig into the folders of your phone and find the nudes he sent you back during the tour, and it’s quite obvious that it’s him, It’s Kim Taehyung in the photos and in the videos.

Taehyung never saw this coming, he always thought he had control, he never imagined that he’d taste his own medicine this way. Not only did you show people his true personality, you managed to do something to the career he never thought he could damage or even lose.

Around the practice room the atmosphere was quite tense and stressed, but around the building people were going insane, continuous calls and paper work trying to do anything to hide this or even deny it, the headquarters are in shock knowing that the idol they trained and known since he was a young kid grew up to be this kind of person. They gave him everything he wanted, why in hell is this happening?

The social media has gone crazy and people are reposting and the post has now gone viral to everyone, it sucks that even with evidence people seem to still defend him, people are still trying hard to prove that this isn’t their idol, this can’t be their idol, but it is.

The image he painted for his fans is ruined by every second longer your post stays up, and frankly there’s not an ounce of regret inside you, this person deserves it, goodness he even deserves worse.

Back in the practice room it’s as if time froze, everyone’s phones started beeping and buzzing texts and calling, and monotonously they all pick up their phones and manage to read the news, whether it’s emails or even relatives asking if it was true? Some even having their families calling to tell them to get away and quit their jobs.

Girls around the practice room who’ve been in your place somehow feel relieved that it’s not only them, the man they despised finally got the end he deserved.

“You should’ve thought about this before you started it Taehyung.” You try to escape his grip but it only tightens, you look him up in the eyes and he dares to smirk even when his career is almost over. “Don’t come crying later, Y/N.” And he finally takes his hands off of you to leave the practice room, you look around the practice room to see everyone watching you with terrified faces.

You convince yourself that you shouldn’t panic, but you’re slowly starting to, it’s quite a fine line between regret and panic right now and you can’t identify which one is it.

“You must have lost your mind.” Jungkook finally faces you. “You shouldn’t have done this.”

“Oh how I wish the night I spent with you was caught on camera, I would’ve ended you in fucking seconds Jeon Jungkook.” Your chest is heaving and your heart is pounding, it feels like you were running for miles, and as much as you tried having respect and self control to not slap him in the face, you couldn’t. “Just fuck off Jungkook, turns out you’re exactly like him.” His eyes meet yours for one last time before he turns his back and leaves the practice room.

“What have you done, Y/N?” Mira asks, you clear your throat and try to talk but nothing seems to be able to escape your mouth, you’re sweating and stuttering hoping you’d come up with some sort of sentence but zero.

You knew it could backfire to you but you never thought how it would, you’re practically alone in Seoul and you have no one to stand with you, it’s basically you, against Taehyung and the entire world. Even the girls who were hurt by him, they never thought it would get serious, and most of them are now worried, what if the videos they were in got published? They’d be in trouble too.

You’re having second thoughts, you probably should’ve given up and just let him do whatever he wants, maybe you shouldn’t have sought for revenge, But he wronged you, of course you have to seek for revenge, he deserves it.

Fuck, you’re looking around, the girls are no longer satisfied with what you did, they look like they hold grudge against you now, but you practically helped them.

Could you possibly be the only one wrong? Could they be right? It’s getting complicated by the second.

“Y/n?” Their manager enters the practice room and you hold your breath, you can feel your heart beating against your back and pounding into your chest. “They want you upstairs.”

-

 It’s been almost four hours around the meeting table and you’ve never seen anything like this, it’s too much paperwork for you and people are talking endlessly, you’re too lost to keep track of what they’re saying, but it seems like they’re talking about lawyers and lawsuits.

Even when you can barely process what they’re saying, still you were able to “try” and defend yourself, but they did end up taking down the post.

Your train of thoughts is interrupted by a stack of papers landing in front of you. “Sign those.”

“What’s that?”

“Your resignation papers. You no longer work here.”

“But he deserves to be punished too, I was forced to sleep him just like the other girls were forced too.” you try to deny but it’s a lost cause at this point. They were all seeking for his protection, after all he matters way more than you do.

“Just sign it Y/N.” They hand you a pen and you end up signing anyway. Apparently this is your only way to end everything, this blackmail was the worst thing that ever happened to you, but even when it costs your job, you still were able to show Taehyung’s true colors to the world.

It’s getting suffocating around the meeting room  so you rush things to get over with and just leave, the world feels so small around you and you’ve never felt like this, it sucks big time that the career you actually imagined staying in is now completely over. You can’t deny that you wish none of this happened, you regret it a little now.

You collect your bag and leave the meeting room, you have so many things around the building that you need to collect that belong to you so you rush upstairs to the dressing rooms and pack your stuff, and you can’t not notice every set of eyes that’s been watching you pack quietly for the next 20 minutes, it does make you tense a little so you look up to meet their eyes. “I know what you’re all thinking.”

You’re looked at in pure pity and it hurts to your core, the other week people respected you and enjoyed your company but today they’re all afraid to even talk, it hurts that the girls you enjoyed working with stare at you like that which makes you sulk. “I did this all for you, for us, I did what you girls never dared to do.”

You sigh when they turn their heads away and move on with their day and you finish collecting your stuff, it’s all over now.

Right when you’re about to turn and leave the dressing room, you feel a hand wrapping around your wrist so you turn to see Luna, who’s looking at you with the same look of pity, her mouth slightly opens before she sighs in frustration. “You shouldn’t have done it.”

“Luna I—“

“Before you say anything, have you seen the media?”

“Yeah, I know, and I did it on purpose, he was after all of us.” You argue, she tilts her head and argues back. “What are you talking about? It’s all denied, Taehyung is innocent.” You feel your eyelids getting heavier, and it feels like someone dumped a bucket of cold water all over your shoulders and back.

You’re in denial that your entire body stops functioning, your head is shaking left and right subconsciously. “No.”

But she was right.

You lost your job for nothing, and honestly what were you expecting? Kim Taehyung is considered an international icon, of course they’d think you’re making rumors. Once your post was published it was taken down in less than ten minutes, and if you even bothered to pick up your phone and scroll through the media, it’s like nothing happened.

People are totally unbothered and it drives you insane, no one even reposted anything or tried to look through the evidence you posted, they’re all on his side even if they saw everything right before their eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/N, you should’ve thought this through.” It’s the same look of pity on her face. “He’s Kim Taehyung, he has people for everything.”

-

You had to wait a couple of minutes by the elevator door hoping that it’d stop any time soon, the box you were carrying was extremely heavy, you feel your arms and fingers cramping and you’re no longer able to hold the box,  your body is barely able to hold its own weight so you cannot wait to get home.

Just when the elevator doors open and you step in you drop the box and all your stuff splatter on the floor, you fall onto your knees and begin collecting your stuff back onto the box, the elevator doors got too impatient and they immediately closed and you forgot to press the button to the ground floor, and you don’t realize that until you’re half way through the box and it feels like the elevator is not moving.

You’re about to get up onto your feet to click the button but the doors open on their own, and fucking Kim Taehyung enters the elevator. He’s the last person you’d want to see right now.

The first couple of seconds are completely silent but you can feel his eyes on you when he sees you down onto your knees, he puts his hands into his pockets and clicks the button down to the parking lot before the elevator doors close again.

He laughs quietly and watches you for a second before deciding to spit out words that remind you that you shouldn’t feel guilty at all. “Didn’t expect to see on your knees this soon.”

You brace yourself and bite your own tongue to avoid talking back to him because really you’re seconds away from beating him up.

“You know Y/N, I really admire how brave you are.” He starts and you roll your eyes, collecting the last few items and putting them into the box, before getting back up onto your feet. “I know you don’t believe me but I truly do.”

You look up hoping the numbers would go down faster because you can’t tolerate a second longer with him.  “You know what’s the difference between you and me?”

This time he turns to face you and takes a step closer, tugging your hair behind your ear and inhaling your scent for the last time. “You and I are both sluts, but the only thing different between me and you is that I have someone to cover up for me and clean up shit after me, and you don’t.”

You turn and finally face him again with denial, he can’t be a true human being with a heart, you’ve never seen someone like this man, you had a little faith in him that he might actually be nice after all, you thought he’d been taught a lesson after all this that happened but no, he’s both careless and heartless it shocks you.

“You thought you’d win, I feel kinda bad for you.” He sighs, “I warned you, I’ll always be one step ahead of you Y/N.”

This is Kim Taehyung.

The one you met years ago no longer exists, the new whole different version of him now exists and he feels like a fucking epidemic. And even when you lost your job, and the future you had planned for is now long gone too, at least you’re no longer around him.

And even when you couldn’t make justice with your story, someone else will and they’ll get him eventually.

[sglossmin]

Muse | MYG pt. 9

Plot: What happens when the man you practically simp over in high school, is right now, sitting across you after almost 10 years of not seeing him? Worse? You're here for an appointment for therapy and he's your psychologist.

Pairing: SeniorStudent!Yoongi x JuniorStudent!Reader ---> Psychologist! Yoongi x Artist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight age gap, slice of life, a bit of angst, schoolmates to lovers(?) Switch POV

Warnings: matured content

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(MYG POV)

“Hyung, I thought we’re gonna go to a bar? Not some club… You know I don’t drink in this kind of place." I grumbled as I frowned at the older man who’s dragging me inside the nightclub.

Especially after I met my biggest mistake in a place like this? Hell no. I'm never gonna drink in a club again.

A lighthearted laugh echoed beside me as we walked. Hoseok, whose arm was draped over Namjoon’s shoulder, replied, “Come on, hyung. We haven’t gotten to hang out ever since Namjoon’s birthday.”

Once we were inside, Jin turned to look at me with a sly smirk. “Then don’t drink. I think we need at least one friend to be complete sober,” he winked and continued to drag me until we reached the bar.

The three of them ordered while the older teased if he should order me a milk since that’s what cats usually drink. Rolling my eyes, I looked around the club only to see wasted people all over the place. I knew he was referring  to Y/n after I mentioned that we met again. He made me remember that one time I asked him a favor. 

“Happy birthday, dear Namjoon. Happy birthday to you~~” We sang as Namjoon blew the candle with such enthusiasm.

Everyone clapped for him and one by one, we gave him the gifts that we prepared. The three of us—excluding Namjoon—eyed each other since we still have the bet on who’ll give the best gift. I found it childish, but exciting. I’m not a party pooper. Besides, what’s so bad to have a little competition?

As the oldest, Jin gave his gift first.

“Namjoon-ah… You might tear up when you open it so… try not to, okay?” With a mocking grin, he passed a gift bag to him.

Namjoon gently opened the bag, and once he took a peek inside, he immediately shot up a surprised look at the oldest. “Shibow!!” He exclaimed as he took the thing out. 

Hoseok and I glance at each other as if we’re trying to decipher what the little box he’s holding is. The two hugged each other as Namjoon smiled from ear to ear and the oldest gave us a cocky look. They pulled away and he thanked him again for the gift.

“Hyung… how did you even get this? This is like- It's a limited edition! Even sold out across the country!!” He smiled as he kept looking at the pokemon cards.

With a shrug, he replied humbly, “Let’s just say I know a guy who knows a guy that knows the guy that knows another guy that knows even other guy that-”

“Okay okay, hyung. We know how hard you have to go through to get his gift.” I interrupted as I playfully rolled my eyes at his absurdity. “So, who’s next?”

“You go next, hyung. I wanna keep the best for last.” Hoseok grinned as he wiggled his eyebrows at Namjoon.

I took a deep breath as I handed a box to him. He opened it and shock was spread all over his face. Gently taking it out, he put it on the table. He gave me a short hug—thanking me for the Bougainvillea Bonsai before studying the little tree once again.

Namjoon looked back at me as he smiled, “This is really cute, hyung. I’ll take care of this.”

After he was satisfied, we went to the next gift giver—Hoseok. He smiled at us cockilly as if he’s so sure he’s going to win the bet. As if he planned the perfect gift for him. He excused himself as he went outside for a while. When he comes back, he’s holding his massive gift. It was kinda flat and wrapped with a birthday gift wrap. 

Hoseok gently hands it over to Namjoon, still grinning from ear to ear. “Just promise me, you won’t cry, okay? And… don’t break it.”

“Yah, Hoba, you really got him something big, huh?” Jin complimented as his voice was filled with amusement.

“Planned it for months, to be honest.” He replied cheekily as Namjoon kept on unwrapping the gift.

As the three of us were too deep in our conversation, Namjoon suddenly exclaimed. We looked back at the youngest as he looked at the… painting, with surprise and awe. He wasn’t just looking at the painting, but to the autograph and below it, the painter wrote “Happy Birthday, Namjoon –ㅅ–”

“OH MY FUCKING SHIT- This painting is from LYV??? Are you fucking kidding me, Hoseok?? Man, this is the best. Oh shit oh shit!!” Namjoon was too shocked to even move. “She even greeted me!” He smiled widely like a kid as he fully took it out of the wrap. 

“Good thing he didn’t overreact,” Jin muttered beside us as we couldn’t keep the smiles off our faces as we watched the youngest—completely overjoyed.

Out of curiosity, I asked Namjoon about the painting, “Who’s LYV? You a fan or something?”

“Yeah… I mean, we all know you’re a museum and art addict but a fan of a certain artist?” Jin added with the same curiosity in his tone like me.

Namjoon let out a soft chuckle as he shook his head, “Well, I’ve been for a while now. Years ago, I went to an art exhibition and one of her paintings was there. Even with just one artwork, her style already captured me. In those times, she was still known as an anonymous artist. No background. No real name. Nothing at all.” He paused as he glanced back to the painting. 

“She goes under the name LYV. I also followed her blogs at that time and she explained that it’s actually pronounced LYV—as in live—not L. Y. V. She then explained through her blog that it means “Light Your Void.” Like turning the emptiness into illumination and self-discovery. Like even if it’s empty, the light could guide you—even if it ends up nowhere. There will be light shining through and would accompany you even with the emptiness in that void. I really love her style because it always speaks with emotion. Sometimes a portrait, sometimes a scenery. I really like her versatility… and her cat.” He pointed at the small looking emoticon beside—as part of the autograph.

“She’s… poetic, huh?” I mumbled as I gazed at the painting. An odd familiar feeling creeping in the more I look at it. 

‘Even if it ends up nowhere’? The artist is practically conveying that hope doesn't always have to lead somewhere specific; sometimes, it's enough that it exists. I think I should use that during therapy sessions…

“I think—no—I feel so. I bet it’d be so nice to have a chat with her. She has this way to communicate to each person’s soul.”

“Seems like a total genius.” Jin chuckled.

“For sure. Her art and words itself made me wonder if she took a psychology class.” Namjoon laughed as he placed down the painting. 

“Actually… I met her personally. I was so used to meeting her manager then when the day came for me to pick up that painting… She was there with him.” Hoseok smiled at Namjoon.

His eyes widened as he gaped at his friend. “You’ve gotta be kidding me… What is she like??” Namjoon asked in full enthusiasm.

Hoseok tilted his head as he tried to think—find the right words to describe her. “To be honest… She’s nice. Kind of awkward actually. Any typical person. Or maybe she was just shy.” He paused and took his phone out as he scrolled through it. “Here. I asked if we could take a picture together and her manager took it.” He showed us the picture of them together.

My eyes widened at the sight of Y/n smiling beside him.

So she is LYV?

“That’s…” I tried to suppress my smile but failed to do so. I chuckled and the guys looked at me weirdly. 

“Why are you laughing, hyung?” Hoseok said—almost sounding defensive.

“It’s just…”

I knew her job is a painter but never have I ever thought that she’s that big-BIG time.

“Do you know her, hyung?” Namjoon asked—dumbfounded on why out of nowhere I started laughing.

To be honest, I didn’t know why I cracked a smile either... Our world is really small, isn’t it?

After recollecting myself, I turned to them and replied. “Yeah… She’s actually my neighbor.”

“YOUR WHAT?!” Hoseok and Namjoon exclaimed at my sudden confession.

Leaning back on the couch, I bluntly reminded them of the house that I bought from a friend. Adding the part where our house is just literally across each other.

“Also… Jin hyung, Hobi… Do you guys remember when I told you about the junior student in our school who gave me a sketch portrait of myself? That was her.” I slightly smirked at their surprised reaction—especially Namjoon’s.

Then, after a long pause, Jin spoke, “Wait… is she the kid you asked me to give a ticket to? During my last year, when we had a fundraising thing. That’s her, right?”

I slowly nodded in response. “Yeah… that’s her too.”

A faint tint of pink started to creep into my cheeks at the memory of that time.

“Ah… You still owe me for that, you know.” Jin playfully scoffed as he nudged the younger’s shoulder. “Say, why did you even want me to give it to her? You could’ve done it instead and… the tickets at that time almost ran out, why bother?”

It took me a second before answering his questions, “Well… I didn’t know how I was supposed to give it to her, and you’re a charmer, it’ll be easier—and it worked. Also, as for why give it to her?” I paused as I tried to find the actual reason why I gave it to her.

“You didn’t have the hots for a 15-year-old, right?” Jin raised a brow as he sipped his beer while the other two just kept listening.

“Wha—No!” I cringed at the thought. Although Y/n was pretty cute at that time, I never really saw myself dating her. Not at that time, at least. I sighed and rubbed my temples as the oldest—as usual—kept on getting on my nerves. “I uhm… I gave it as a Thank You… you know, for the drawing.”

There was another reason too. I contemplated for a bit whether to say it to them. “She posted something—it was the compilation of the drawings she gave and the reasons. There were only three portraits, including mine. But, out of all the reasons she gave, mine was the longest. It says that she lied about making me a portrait and giving it to me just because I’m one of her followers. She purposely made it as she thought I was graduating. It was supposedly a graduation gift, but when she realized I’m still in 11th grade, it was too late.” I chuckled as I recalled and told them some of the things she said in her post. 

This drawing was one of the best for me. I dunno... He's pretty. When I reached out to him to give this, I lied saying I was just bored and decided to draw one of my followers (him).

Actually, it's a graduation gift..? sort of like that. I thought he's going to graduate—turns out he's still in 11th.  He gives the thrill in my (our, including @chaeyowz -_-) highschool days (probably without him knowing). But I wonder if he knows the stupid stuffs we did, or does he know that we're the people who *not intentionally* did those things. Hehe. All of us called him "neko", but I have another name for him too, "eye freshener" lol. When my friends were like, "oh l have this crush-" I'll reply "Neko's better." and smugly looks at them. They'll roll their eyes at me saying "we know." Lmaooo. Sometimes, I always forget that he's not a celebrity. It's weird. He's pretty enough to be one.

This drawing took me at least a good 4 hours, probably the longest sketch I made. I kinda messed his hair cause I didn't know how to fix it heh

When I gave it to him, I couldn't look at him. He's pretty tall so, it was easier to not look at him hehe. I'm a really shy person. I was really anxious before giving it to him, my friends knew that. But we were just joking around and stuff. I kept saying, "let's go homee", then when he came. I became all stoic. My voice, my composure, everything. I'll call it being professional lol. After that, my friends called him nonchalant and (beep). Saying he didn't even say thanks. I laughed when I heard that. Cause he DID say "Thank you" before leaving. Enough for me to hear it, at least. He was really nice, I think. Actually, when we took a pic together, I WAS SHAKING FOR NO REASON. He was nice enough to do the move and lean in UGH. He responded to my DM, even came to see me and get that "gift". It was one of a kind experience. I hope he's doing great.

I gave this to him also as a thank you(?) for being an eye freshener. It's tiring looking at ugly fools everyday at our campus, y'know

I knew what she was referring to when she said her friends call me… BEEP. Not like the first time someone called me something like that. I told them the things I remembered in her post.

“So, yeah. I… I just felt so loved..? I don’t know. It just felt really nice to have someone admire you—draw even.” I casually shrugged as the three of them stared at me.

Namjoon, who was gaping at me earlier, spoke. “Damn… She was DOWN for you. Thee LYV.”

“No wonder she always used to look at you with… That thing? You know the big eyes.. Erm…” Jin rubbed his chin while trying to find the right term to describe it.

“Dilated pupils?” Hoseok chimed in as he tilted his head.

Jin clapped his hand once in agreement and high-fived Hoseok. “Yep. That thing.”

She did? If a person looks at another person like that… It could mean only one thing…

Was she in love with me?

“She never said anything like that though…” I murmured, mostly to myself than to them.

“Hyung, do you still have her drawing?” Hoseok asked out of curiosity.

I nodded and told them I kept it safe since it was remembrance of someone who made me feel special. 

“But… Yoongi hyung, do you know the curse of that? The saying when you draw someone you love…” Namjoon uttered with pure worry.

It almost made me laugh, scoff, roll my eyes at his ridiculousness. 

I lost her once already. When she went overseas, she cut all ties with me. I didn’t know at that time why. Why she left. Why did she just disappear like a bubble… At that time, I didn’t realize it yet. However, within the past days? Slowly, I figured it out. 

She had to endure things that a child shouldn’t have to. Things that made my skin crawl as I listened to her explain what she felt/feels during our therapy sessions. Things I never thought someone like her would go through.

I ignored what Namjoon said as I drank my own beer. Jin on my side, nudged my arm as he winked at me. Mischievous smirk playing on his lips, “Neko… shouldn’t you drink milk instead?” He teased and everyone laughed, excluding me.

Namjoon, then, had a theory that maybe, Y/n’s autograph has a cat because of me—which I found absurd, of course. Ever since I told them about it, they kept teasing me and comparing me to a cat. Especially Jin hyung.

Jin passed me a can of soda and I took a sip of it to relieve my thirst. One by one, they found their own “date” for the night, leaving me on the bar by myself.

The club was filled with enthusiastic people as they danced and got wasted for the night. Loud, blasting music echoed across the place. The lights cast a hazy, dim glow over the crowd.

Even with the thumping music, I heard a high pitched voice calling out my name. A very familiar one.

The one I swear will never even look at. The first one who captured my heart. The first one who also broke it into pieces.

Her frame came into my view as she stood in front of me. Smiling widely, and by the smell of her? I could tell she’s at least tipsy.

“Yoongi?! Long time no see!!” She sequeled and aimed to hug me but I quickly pushed her away. 

I scoffed, scowling at the sight of her. Sensing the tension, she stepped back, her smile slowly fading.

“Do you still hate me?” Her voice sounded so weak. It irked me just by hearing it.

I raised a brow as I crossed my arms, stepping back further to keep a good distance between us. “Still hate you? No, Daeun. I don’t care enough to even hate you.” I spat the words, hoping I’ve put enough edge on it for her to just leave me. 

She sighed and tried to touch my arm in which I immediately pulled away.

“Come on, Yoongi. It’s been years…” She pouted. The one expression I used to adore made me sick to my stomach. Not because I still feel anything, but because I couldn’t believe I let her deceive me.

“Exactly, it’s been years. Why would you act like you still know me?” I said calmly, not giving her the satisfaction, and let her know that she irritates me. Although, I’m pretty sure she could feel it by now.

Daeun sighed and apologized  to me repeatedly—even kneeling down, which made some people turn to look at us.

I knitted my eyebrows at her pathetic way of apologizing. Slowly, I felt that more and more, she’s getting on my nerves. I forcefully pulled her up and scowled at her. “What the fuck do you want?” 

“Dance with me on the dance floor,” she said as her voice was low and weak. Barely even a whisper.

I scoffed and pulled my hands off her. “Are you high?”

“No…”

“Then why?” I was getting more impatient than ever as my eyes bore into her.

Daeun looked away. Her earlier cheery facade slipped. “Do you want me to be honest? Fine. My friends and I have a bet.” She said bluntly, not even bothering to look at me.

“A fucking bet? That’s-” My words were cut off when my eyes flickered to the dance floor. Noticing a familiar figure swaying her hips and feeling the rhythm of the music as some guys slowly approached her. “Fine.” I said through clenched teeth.

Daeun’s face lit up as I agreed. 

Once we reached the dance floor, I kept a good distance as I blended in with the people. Not even caring about the nonsense statements Daeun says, I noticed that the guy was getting closer to her. It was my cue. I danced my way to her and I “accidently” bumped into her.

She turned around and was completely caught off guard when she saw me.

“Hey…” I gave her a small smile. My eyes studied the way she look tonight. Her usual straight hair curled into soft waves. A touch of makeup that enhances her beauty. The way she wasn’t even wearing the type of clothes people wear in clubs. Yet even with her simple attire—her presence itself attracts me.

Wait... what?

My trail of thoughts were cut off by someone’s annoying mouth.

Giggling, she exclaimed, “Hi! I’m Yoongi’s girlfriend. Yoongi, mind if you introduce her to me?”

What the fuck is wrong with this woman? Seriously. Respectfully.

I turned to look at Daeun, my eyes shooting daggers at her. “Daeun… She's Y/n, she’s my friend and… we’re not  together anymore.”

“Oh I was just teasing. Defensive much? Anyways, hi, Y/n! So yeah, I’m his ex.” She giggled as she reached out for her hand and aggressively shook it. “Nice to meet you!”

Not wanting Y/n to see my scowling expression, I looked away as I scoffed. 

So proud being my ex? Can’t say the same to you…

“Yeah, nice to meet you,” Y/n replied as she forced a smile, her eyes flickered to me while I just stood there awkwardly. Not knowing what exactly to do in this situation. My mind went blank as soon as I met her gaze. Then as our situation got more awkward, the guy from earlier approached us and put his arm around her. The shorter blonde standing beside her on the other side.

“You okay, babe?” He smirked down at Y/n and I could see her tensed for a bit.

'Babe'..? She has… a boyfriend?

Y/n muttered something under her breath and the guy who looks like Bob Ross immediately pulled away from her—raising his hands in a mocking surrender. Soon after, she excused herself, walking towards the bar.

Before the two men could follow her, I grabbed the taller one’s arm to stop them in their tracks. He sized me up, raising a brow, while a menacing smirk played on his lips.

“Why are you following her?” My voice dripped with venom as I bore my eyes into him.

By the way she reacted earlier? He’s not her boyfriend, I’m sure. 

The man cracked into a wide grin while I could feel the shorter blonde’s intense gaze at me too. He calmly disentangled himself from my hold. 

“I’m Taehyung, this is Jimin. And you are..?”

I frowned at his sudden casualness. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“We’re not following her, we’re her friends. Aren’t you her neighbor?” The blonde named Jimin chimed in.

I relaxed as soon as they said it. I guess I was being… weirdly protective? I nodded and before Taehyung could even tease me about my earlier behavior, Jimin dragged him where Y/n went. I didn’t even drink, but I’m acting weirdly… Every time she’s there, I feel that… that my mind revolves around her. Or sometimes, I just go blank. Do I need to diagnose myself? Being with her… I always feel this rush of adrenaline.

My wandering thoughts were cut off by Daeun who nudged my arm. Looking up at me, she said, “So… Can we continue to dance?” Her tone was filled with hope and enthusiasm.

Frowning, I looked back at her. Since Y/n is out of the dance floor and turns out those guys were actually her friends, I couldn’t care less about her bet with her friends.

“Fuck off,” I intoned as I turned on my heels.

Not even three steps away from her, she spat, “You’re a dick!”

My steps faltered as I looked back at her, letting out a humorless chuckle. “You must have a PhD in dicks to make that call. Was my best friend your professor?” I sarcastically jabbed, subtly hinting that she’s the one who cheated with my own best friend for half a year. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of replying and headed toward the bar where Y/n was drinking a glass of alcohol straight.

As I slowly approached her, I studied her body language. Her exaggerated movements, slurred speech as she talked to her friends…

How much did she drink anyway?

Upon hearing me clear my throat, she turned around. Her face flushed because of the amount of alcohol she drank, lips pouting slightly, eyelids were droopy as she looked at me. With poor coordination, she took a step toward me. 

Grinning from ear to ear, she exclaimed, “Min Yooooonngi-shii. Why are you hanging out with an… ex? Like… how did she become your ex? She’s so freaking annoying. She was like nye nye nye nye I'm his ex. She was… Gooshhhh!!” 

Is she… jea—nevermind. Why would she be?

I tried to understand her slurred words as she whined more. Suddenly, a compliment escaped from her lips that made me raise a brow. “Anyways, you look saauurrr hott tonight, don’t you know that? Gosh, Min Yoongi. You’ll be the death of me.” 

Y/n took another step forward, but she almost stumbled while doing so. She gripped my arms instinctively as she held on for support. Then I felt it—her gently squeezing my biceps as she giggled. 

“Whoa… Can you choke me with this?” she bluntly uttered as she looked at me with a blank face.

I almost choke on my own saliva, and I could feel that my whole face is probably flushed like a red tomato right now. Meanwhile, Taehyung and Jimin who’s watching the scene unfold, laughed their asses out.

“I uh…” I stammered with my words and rubbed my nape. My mind went completely blank as she uttered those words. 

How can she be so… so… Damn it.

With a cheeky smile, she poked my cheeks. “You’re brush—blushing… aren’t you? You always do that when you get shy. Cute.” 

Do what exactly..?

Out of nowhere, her giggles turned into sobs not so soon after. She buried her face on my chest as she bawled her eyes out. My body froze—still unmoving, simply letting her. As she wrapped her arms around me, my breathing hitched—mind racing to different out of context thoughts just to calm my heart that rapidly beats. It made me wonder if she sensed or at least felt her noticeable effect on me.

I tried to calm myself, my body relaxing to her touch. I gently patted her back—hoping to soothe whatever aching feeling she feels. Hoping that my gentle pats would at least help ease her heart and mind for some time. Dull the pain for a while.

She looked up at me with hazy eyes. Tears all over her cheeks, puffy face from crying, she sniffed, “Yoongi… I… I-i… I like-” Before she could even finish her sentence, she puked all over me.

We both looked at each other with wide eyes open. I’m completely sober yet my mind couldn’t process what was happening. Her two friends approached us with panic painted on their faces.

“Fuck, Y/n… Not cool,” Taehyung cringed at the sight of us.

I scowled at him. Y/n’s obviously drunk and it wasn’t like she purposely did it. As I was about to retort, I felt her hands wipe the vomit off my clothes. She was panicking and her tears threatened to fall again.

“S-sorry… I didn’t mean… Fuck.” As she looked up at me, her tears welled up in her eyes.

Before I could calm her, Jimin already stepped in. He grabbed her arms as he pulled her back. “Y/n, stop,” his voice was firm and I could see the way Y/n flinched—he scared her.

Y/n instinctively wiped her hands to her clothes that made Jimin frown. “Gross… Come on, let’s get you home,” Jimin said.

There’s no way I’ll let these guys take her home. Can they even take care of her? I don’t think so. 

Without a second thought, I chimed in. “Can you guys even drive? You both look drunk.”

“We’ll just take an uber,” Jimin firmly replied while still steadying Y/n in his hold.

“I could just take her instead.” I argued—despite being drenched with her vomit, I still insisted. I didn’t know why. Maybe… just maybe… I don’t know them enough to entrust Y/n to them, even if they’re friends.

I could see the way her eyes flickered to me and the blondie. Doubt was creeping into her. After a moment of contemplating, she spoke. “It’s fine, Jimin. We’re neighbors and his house is just across mine and he’s also my doctor—I mean, was. So, I think you can entrust me to him.” She let out a soft giggle, the alcohol was obviously still playing with her mind

“You were seeing a doctor? For what?” Jimin frowned as he questioned her.

Does he not know? I expected at least that some of her family or friends know about her current situation but… with Jimin’s reaction. I don’t think so.

“Depression and shit? Yeah, my mind was just too fucked up so I went to see one. You know, so that I could feel a lil better after killing my own father.” Y/n casually shrugged as she wiped the remnants of her puke off her face—unbothered by Jimin’s shocked look he was giving her. 

Saying it like that… Their reactions were valid. But I can’t be the one to explain what actually happened—as if their minds will process it now anyways.

Soon, I noticed how his hold on her loosened as he found no words to reply. Shoulders slumped, the two of her best friends just stared at her in confusion. Their eyes were screaming—begging for answers. However, they knew it wasn’t the right time. Not now when all of them are intoxicated.

“Look, I’ll take her home, don’t worry.” I said before stepping in closer, pulling her away from Jimin.

Seems like the alcohol kicked her hard as she was giggling while bidding the two goodbyes. As if she didn’t just drop a bomb few minutes ago. “Bye byeeee. Go home safe, okaayyy?? Pew pew,” She even imitated a gun firing at them as I dragged her out of the club. 

Once we’re inside, I put her seatbelt on and I did mine too. I heard her letting out an exasperated sigh, looking at me with a frown.

“Gosh, you stink.” Y/n pouted like a sulky child with her arms crossed. 

I felt my heart skip a beat at the oddly cute sight of her. “Well, thanks to a certain someone,” I smiled mockingly as I turned on the engine. 

The first few moments of the ride fell quiet, not until Y/n started asking questions. Practically interrogating me. 

“Where are we going?”

“To your house.”

“Why?”

“Because we both stink.”

“Why?”

‘Why?’ What an odd thing to ask, I guess…

“Because we just do.”

Still focused on the road, Y/n asked me another question.“Why were you with your ex on the dance floor?”

It made me pause—hesitate. What am I supposed to say? That when I saw her dancing there and some guys—who turned out to be her friends—approached her, I felt my nails digging into my palm? That I felt a burning desire to snap their necks? That upon seeing her, it makes my heart beat faster than normal. That I…slowly feel like I feel something for her?

I don’t think so.

Not now at least.

Not when she’s in her most vulnerable state.

Instead, I casually replied, “She dragged me.”

“So… you really go to a club with an ex?”

I sighed, trying to keep my focus on the road. “I wasn’t with her in the first place. I was with the guys then it happened that she was there too.”

“Hmm… not convincing enough…” Y/n he mumbled. “How long have you guys dated?” she asked. Her voice was dripping with jealousy without her knowing. I tried to suppress my smirk so that I wouldn't accidentally push her buttons.

“For three years. Met in college and… things happened,” I casually stated as if it wasn’t my greatest heartbreak. 

My relationship with Daeun was long gone. Buried deep, burned out, until it was nothing but ashes—the same with my so-called best friend at that time. We dated for three years, and for half a year, she cheated on me with my best friend. I guess that’s what I get for dating someone who I met in a club. 

However, if I’m being completely honest, it wasn’t just about betrayal. When I found out what they did, it made me question if I wasn’t enough. If I didn’t make her feel loved enough to go fucking my best friend. Until I came to the conclusion that she’s nothing but greedy. I’m enough, and someone else will find my worth too. 

Still, it really took me months to get over her. It was three years after all. But now, looking back at those memories, it makes me wanna laugh. It was stupid—and it’s over. Thankfully, over.

Y/n scoffed as she drifted her gaze from me and turned it towards the window instead. “Whatever. I didn't ask for your history with her…” she mumbled.

I softly chuckled and continued to drive. The ride fell quiet and I glanced at her. She’s sleeping soundlessly. Soon after, we reached our neighborhood and I parked the car.

Then it hit me.

When I dragged her with me, she wasn’t holding her bag nor phone. Nothing at all. Which only means we don’t have her keys to her house. I tried to gently shake her so she’d wake up and we could call her friends. But no. She wouldn’t even budge.

I sighed as I leaned back. “Great… What makes you think that you can take care of her?” I said to myself as I stared at her sleeping figure.

Realizing I had no other choice, I got out of the car, went to the other side and opened her door. I gently scooped her out as I closed the door with my leg. Her weight doesn’t really bother me—but rather our smell.

Once we’re inside my house, I gently placed her unconscious self on the couch. I head straight to my room to get some clean clothes and towels. As I was about to head back, my steps faltered as I passed through a mirror. Looking at myself with disbelief, I chuckled humorlessly.

“What are you doing? Why do you… care so much?” I said to the person who’s looking back at me in the mirror.

I think I’m better off as a patient instead of a doctor.

I sighed as I shook my head. I went to the kitchen to get a basin and put some water on it. Walking back to the living room, I put down the thing I’ve brought. 

“What do I do now?” I mumbled as I tried to think on how I am supposedly going to change her shirt without crossing boundaries. 

After thinking for a while, an idea popped in my head. It was ridiculous, still, I hoped it’ll work. I ran back to my room and searched for my sleep mask. Once I got it, I headed straight back to the living room.

“This better work.” I muttered and put it on. “Okay… Just touch the clothes. Nothing else.”

It was a good thing that only her shirt stinks. I kneeled down, and slowly I took off her shirt. My hands were trembling as it kept touching her soft and delicate skin. Every touch sends a wave of sparks through me. It felt like a torture especially with my sleep mask on. No matter how I try to shake the thoughts away, it keeps coming back. 

Once I fully took off her shirt, I placed it on the floor. Using my muscle memory, I took the soft towels as I gently damped one and carefully brushed it against her skin. Removing the awful smell of vomit from her. By the time I’m done, I put the shirt on her, and removed my sleep mask.

I sighed, thankful that it was over. I stood up and looked around at my surroundings. It was a good thing I didn’t break anything—but I sure did made a pool. At this point, I looked like I poured the water from the basin earlier on the floor.

“I’ll clean that later.” I muttered to myself as I stared at the mess. “Should I shower now?” Then my gaze turned back to Y/n who’s wearing my shirt. Not gonna lie, she wore it better than I. “I can’t leave her here though…”

Without a second thought, I took off my clothes. Right here and then. 

Y/n’s asleep anyways… Besides, if she peeks… then happy to serve.

I chuckled as I shook my head at that thought. Once I’m dressed with a fresh new shirt, I lifted her up and carried her to the guest room. Tucking her in, I glanced at her sleeping figure once again before leaving.

Once I was out, I took my phone out and texted my friends. Of course they were pretty upset at first, but when I mentioned Y/n’s name, they seemed to worry and let me off the hook. Namjoon on the other side, couldn’t believe he had the chance to meet his favorite artist but didn’t get to. Then after explaining myself, I went straight to the bathroom and took a long warm shower. 

After I cleaned and dressed myself, I went back to the guest room to check on her. She was still sleeping soundlessly. It made me smile, seeing her peaceful figure. As I removed a strand of her hair from her face, she mumbled something.

“Dad… Mom… I’m sorry… It should’ve been me… I should’ve died instead… Dad…” She mumbled as a tear fell. I wiped her tear, contemplating whether to wake her up but right after that, she fell asleep again.

I didn’t know why, but something inside me broke once I heard her say those words. 

Weird… I’m a psychologist yet I couldn’t figure out what I’m feeling?

part 10 read here^^

A/N: I like babying joonie :P

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[vmin-fic-recs]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Established Relationship, Roommates, established D/s relationship, Dom Kim Taehyung | V, Sub Park Jimin (BTS), Dom/sub Undertones, Top Kim Taehyung | V, Bottom Park Jimin (BTS), Daddy Kink, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Recreational Drug Use, Mentions of alcohol, Jimin has a exhibitionist kink.., Pet Names, Overstimulation, Slight inspection kink, Rimming, Barebacking, Mild Degradation, Park Jimin Has a Small Dick (BTS), Dirty Talk Summary:

It's a nice, lazy night when Taehyung and Jimin get home from drinking with their friends.

[thesexydevils]

✨ Moodboard Drop: The Game of Quiet Storms ✨

Dark. Obsessive. Psychological. She's the calm. They're the storm.

🖤 Prologue out now

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📖 Chapter One drops Friday.

🔞 Mature themes | Content warnings apply 🚫 Do NOT copy or repost

[hiraethsblogs]

How funny that an artist can name art anything.

A broken sky can be called the peak of sunset, a raging rainy sky can be called tears.

a scatter of lavender can be called butterflies, a fallen sky can be called aurora,

A flap of eyelashes can be called a flare of curtains, mysterious smiles can be called earthquakes,

Heart strokes can be called a heartbreak, and aching in the ribs can be called excitement.

[lo1k-diamonds]

My Demon, My Love - Part 1 - The Contract

Is this really the time to discuss a deal?!

PAIRING: Demon!Taehyung x human (f) Reader

SUMMARY: All Taehyung wanted was business as usual — strike a deal, claim a soul, and enjoy dessert. But somehow, he ended up powerless, with no choice but to ask for your help.

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

GENRE: demon AU, fake dating, marriage contract, smut

RATING: R (explicit) (this part is PG-13)

WARNINGS: dangerous situation on a rooftop, misogyny, bantering, supernatural events, you make a deal with a demon ;)

A.N. I wasn’t sure if I’d get around to writing this, but here it is! This fic was inspired by the Netflix series My Demon and is my entry for @bangtanwritershq's Writing Event: 'Netflix and Chill'. Thank you @moonleeai for kindly beta reading, @pars-ley for the gorgeous banner, and @colormepurplex2 for believing I could do it 😁 Enjoy! 💜

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Taehyung closed his eyes, appreciating the sweet caress of the night summer breeze twirling his dark locks gently. There was nothing like feeling he was in the right place at the right time. Knowing that he didn’t have to keep searching, wasting his precious, if endless, time on this Earth because fate was coming to him.

The door to that segregated part of the hotel’s rooftop opened behind him, and Taehyung still didn’t open his eyes. His lips curved in a smile — he could smell the desperation from there.

Yet soon, muffled weeping started, and his smile vanished, forcing Taehyung’s dark eyes to stare at the night sky to tame his annoyance. Really? He usually met humans in sad circumstances, but that was nothing to cry like a baby about. He had made deals with starving people, with mothers who sacrificed their lives so that their babies could survive—

A desperate wail behind him jolted him into turning around and looking at the poor, unfortunate soul with a pout. Taehyung almost complained — the guy wearing a tailored suit and bawling would ruin his appetite for cake if he kept sobbing like that. He surely ruined the fate-fulfilling feeling Taehyung had just a minute ago.

The guy’s shoulders trembled as he tried to stifle his cries and wipe the snot on his sleeves, and Taehyung clicked his tongue.

“Seriously,” he murmured, muted by the sounds of the night and the breeze on that thirty-fifth floor. “Humans.”

He finally shrugged and walked towards the man with his hands in his pockets. The man was facing the night and had yet to notice he wasn’t alone. Taehyung didn’t need to see his face to know the human’s predicament at the root of all that weeping. The soul was ready to be tempted. All Taehyung had to do was step into the light.

And he did with a shrug. “Business is not what it used to be, huh?”

At first, the man scrambled to wipe his tears and snot as much as possible, but he stopped once he faced Taehyung. It was as though eyeing the face of perfection reminded the human of everything he was not, and Taehyung pursed his lips.

“I lost everything.”

The man’s emotions had dissipated, and Taehyung faced the night. “Seems you have.”

“My wife, my son…” The man blinked, his mind far away in the night lights of the cars and buildings down below. “I’ll ruin their lives with debt.”

Taehyung nodded. “Tragic. What if…” His tone was purposefully curious before he eyed his target with a smile. “What if there was an alternative… A deal. Would you take it?”

“Alternative… What?” The man faced him with big, tearful eyes, confused before he blinked blankly. “You mean, the life insurance?”

He faced the city below again, and Taehyung clicked his tongue, grabbing the man by the shoulder to pull him away from the ledge towards where he had been before, where the view of the rooftop swimming pool and lounge was mesmerizing on its own.

“Nah, I mean another option,” Taehyung enticed, smiling dazzlingly as he dragged the human to see what he saw: the elite in a fancy party, dressed to impress, enjoying their champagne flutes. “One that means that your wife and son would stay part of the echelon while—”

The door slammed open, letting out a drum of tapping heels rushing for the ledge. It made Taehyung raise an eyebrow and look over his shoulder. He seldom got interrupted, least of all, by a lady clearly running away from something. Or someone, he mused, picking up on racing steps from within the building, guessing they’d soon be out there too.

He suppressed a sigh and turned back to the task at hand with a mysterious smile. Taehyung still had the human by the shoulders, now shrinking and looking at him wearily.

Taehyung couldn’t blame him. “As I was saying, I can—”

“Yah!”

Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched. As he predicted, a man had caught up with the woman, addressing her poorly, shouting drunkenly. 

Taehyung gritted his teeth, a second away from snapping his fingers and making them both go away, but instead, he just… listened.

“Why are you so stubborn?!”

A female snicker made Taehyung keep his eyes on the scene and focus on you.

“You’re way out of line,” you stated as you turned around, and Taehyung raised an eyebrow. You were a world of contrasts: dainty curves draped in a classic black nightdress, a petite frame with a powerful voice, delicate features hiding an incredible presence.

“Me?! What about you?!” The man’s outraged screech made Taehyung purse his lips in disapproval, and the man still in his hold noticed, bristling. “I’m offering you a solution—”

“To a problem that doesn’t exist,” you deadpanned.

“You’ll ruin your family’s comp—”

“It is mine to ruin,” you declared, stepping forward.

“You—” The man stumbled on his words for a second, then attacked again. “You’ll ruin your family’s name!”

“Ah, my family name…” You tapped your chin pensively, and Taehyung chuckled before turning to face the party downstairs again, dragging the human in his hold. You had it all under control, it seemed. “Again, mine to ruin. I suggest you start taking care of yours instead of worrying so much about others.”

“So, like I was saying,” Taehyung said more quietly, eyeing the man in his hold meaningfully so he’d focus. “I know you want to keep your business and your family safe. I can do that for you; give them the life you dream of,” he promised, eying the party downstairs, where a loud toast was enough to draw the man’s attention. Taehyung smiled. “All you have to do is give me one tiny little thing.”

The man’s wide eyes turned to him, hopeful. “What?”

“Your—”

“Because you’re not taking it seriously!!”

Taehyung’s eye twitched, ready to snap at the guy who was screeching and interrupting his pitch, but the guy wouldn’t stop blabbing.

“Your hotels need to attract families!”

You crossed your arms over your chest, expressionless. “My hotels are high-end—”

“Even businessmen want to bring their kids along and won't if the owner has such a frivolous reputation!”

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “And you think marrying will fix my reputation?”

“Yes!!”

“No.”

Your voice was so absolute that Taehyung finally sighed, glad it was over. Fortunately, the human with him was still eying the party so Taehyung wouldn’t have an issue closing the deal.

But he heard a scream before he could, and this time, it wasn’t the obnoxious man. Taehyung turned in time to see you hanging on to a mental pipe with your legs dangling over the city while the man shouting at you raced for the exit. 

Taehyung frowned at the weird turn of events, and the man in his hold gasped and jolted. “Is that…?”

Taehyung had no idea who you were, but it didn’t matter. The scent of desperation was replaced by fear in a flash, and in seconds, his deal was running back inside the building.

Taehyung heaved a deep breath, pressing his eyes closed to alleviate the annoyance that peculiar evening was instilling, when a second scream for help made him look.

He stepped closer, and indeed, you were dangling thirty-five floors high as the night wind disheveled your hair.

“Help me,” you breathed, and Taehyung tilted his head.

“Are you asking for my help?”

“Yes!” You almost screamed again, but pinching your eyes closed for a moment was enough.

You were frightened, and the other human had run off, so… “Fine,” he agreed, and you sighed. “But before that, you need to make a deal with me.”

“A what?” You were baffled. “Is this really the time to discuss a deal?!”

Despite you dangling over that ledge, Taehyung’s eyes didn’t leave yours as he stated, “Nothing’s free in this world.”

His gaze was so serious that you undoubtedly realized you didn’t have a choice. You clenched your teeth for a moment before agreeing, “Alright, let’s hear it.”

“There’s a lot to cover. Do you really want to go over it now?” His tone was almost amused as he glanced behind you. “This isn’t exactly tea time, is it?”

Your irritation was all over your face as you held on for your life. “It’d be crazy to enter into a deal with no information!”

“Suit yourself.”

Taehyung turned around, and your desperate plea was almost instantaneous. “Wait! Fine, I’ll be crazy! Help me!”

He had a smile on his face when he turned, raising his hand next to his head to show you the dotted line, but you were gone. 

He leaned over to see you screaming with your full chest as you fell through the air, passing the windows of the floors beneath you with your hair hiding your face. He gritted his teeth; he’d be crazy to help you before you signed the deal. 

He guessed he was crazy because he didn’t hesitate to jump after you and use his focus to dive faster and faster in your direction. You couldn’t see him because your hair was thrashing against your face, but he could see you as you fell and fell with your arms in his direction.

Until he grabbed your hand, and your scream halted. At that moment, you were able to get a glimpse of him, and you surely saw his eyes turning red. Then, he snapped his fingers.

Both your feet landed on the concrete rooftop again, and you screamed, stumbling. Taehyung was still holding onto your wrist, but you grabbed his other arm for support as though you thought you were still falling. He had to chuckle as you hid in his chest, still trembling with adrenaline and fear.

Eventually, you froze. You raised your head slowly to look at him, and he was waiting, raising a playful eyebrow.

You jolted back, letting go of him, and he let you. “Can’t say that wasn’t fun,” he teased, winking.

You grabbed onto the nearest railing, your knees buckling unsteadily as you tried to recover your labored breath. Taehyung observed you, tilting his head slightly. You were shaken but fine, which meant he fulfilled his side of the bargain.

Speaking of. “Now, back to what matters. The deal.”

“The what?!”

His eyebrow twitched at your breathless screech. “Our deal.”

“Deal? Deal?!” You got back on your shaky legs, still holding onto the railing. “How— How did you do that? How am I still alive?”

“Like I said, the deal,” he repeated, amused. “Isn’t that what you asked me to do? To save you?”

You were even paler now than before. “But— I fell. I fell, I’m sure I—” You turned to glance over the ledge and instantly flinched back, frightened. You turned back to him. “It’s not possible!”

He shrugged. “It’s possible when you’re me,” he grinned mischievously, raising his hand next to his head, but you interrupted him again.

“And who are you?”

“Your kind has many names for me.”

Your shoulders squared as your confusion gave way to irritation. “And what are those?”

Taehyung hummed and then waved his hand dismissively. “Not that important—”

“Wrong! We have time for the details now, so start talking!”

Taehyung lowered his hand and raised an eyebrow. “I already saved you, you can’t—”

You stepped forward. “Your name.”

“Taehyung.” He huffed, leaning in your direction to speak as bossily as you had. Then, he straightened back up with a smug smile. “I believe the modern name humans give me is demon.”

“Demon?” Your face lost all traces of anger as you stared at him, and Taehyung nodded.

You scoffed, hiding a bewildered laugh as you tried to compose your dress and hair, giving yourself time to understand what had just happened.

Taehyung didn’t have time for that. 

He raised his hand next to his head with a triumphant smile. Finally, the night would go his way and—

That was odd. You raised an eyebrow as you hugged yourself, and he wriggled his fingers in the empty air.

Empty? Why was it empty?

He frowned and brought his hand to his face, scrutinizing it. That never happened before. Why wasn’t it working?

“What’s wrong?” you asked quietly, swallowing dryly.

He pursed his lips, unable to quite put his finger on it, so he shrugged. He could get it in another way.

He snapped his fingers with his eyes on you, silently telling you not to move, and you held your breath. Yet, after a beat, he was still empty-handed. Nothing had happened.

He looked at his hand again, puzzled, and you finally laughed awkwardly, running a hand through your hair. “That was— A nice prank, huh?” He glanced at you, and his eyes fixed on a particular spot on your wrist. It made you uncomfortable, and you put your hand down. “So I guess that’s it.”

You meant to go around him and leave as quickly as your weak legs allowed it, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled it up to his face. “What’s this?”

He couldn’t help seething; he looked at his wrist and then back at yours — how was that possible?

Your eyes widened. “What?”

He turned your wrist so you could see it. “The tattoo. My tattoo. How the hell is it on your wrist?!”

You flinched, eyes wide as though you couldn’t believe it. You pulled your wrist to rub the black cross inked there, and he let you go, scoffing bitterly. What the hell was wrong with him tonight? The interruptions, the weird deal, and now his tattoo on someone else’s wrist! 

He gasped, looking at his empty wrist as you frantically brushed yours. That could only mean…

He looked at you and grabbed your wrist again, his fingers right next to the tattoo you had just stolen from him.

You bristled, uneasy, and annoyed. “What are you doing?”

He raised his other hand and snapped his fingers.

You jolted back, afraid of his eyes, and he let you go. He was more relaxed now that his suspicions were confirmed. He looked around and snickered, instantly realizing what had happened as you screamed when you realized you were no longer at the Eliena Hotel.

The hundredth twenty-third floor of the Lotte World Tower had a stunning view over Seoul. You almost stumbled before you sat straight and recognized the observatory, eying the glass floor and windows that allowed a complete view. He knew your stomach was churning, upset from the heights and thrills so far, but he was not thrilled at all.

“How did you do that?” he asked quietly, eying you closely.

“Me?!” You were outraged. “I didn’t do anything! What? How can you even think I could bring us here?!”

“No, not that,” he scoffed, facing you again. “I mean, my tattoo. How is it on your wrist?”

“I don’t know!!” You were freaking out, rubbing your wrist again, but it wouldn’t come off. “Take it— Take it back! Why is it there?!”

He huffed and neared you again, grabbing your wrist and invoking all his power. He felt it when he grabbed your wrist, but somehow, no matter how much he wanted it or stared at it, the cross didn’t budge.

He scoffed and let go of you, almost fuming. You were stupefied and overwhelmed by the situation, and of course, you were. You were a human. No matter how much he’d like to blame you for this, how could you have the knowledge or power to steal his powers from him?

“It’s still there,” you pointed out, jutting your wrist in his direction.

“I know.”

“Well, make it go away!”

“I can’t!” he roared, annoyed.

“You can’t?!”

“I don’t know how!”

“What do you mean you don’t know how?!”

He gritted his teeth and gave you his back, thinking hard about it. But no matter how much he rattled his brain, he could never recall this happening before or any passage in the book about it.

You huffed. “Then I’ll laser it—”

“No!”

He spun to face you, and you were angry. “What? Why the hell not?!”

He opened his mouth to answer but then pointed at you accusingly. “You didn’t sign a deal! I saved your life. You have to make a deal with me!”

Your lips parted as you stared at him as though he had lost his marbles. “What— I said okay when you asked!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t sign it! And now you’ve stolen my powers!”

“Stolen?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “Are you insane?”

Taehyung’s expression became as stone-cold as marble. All he did was grab your wrist again, and while you fretted about it, he snapped his fingers.

You gasped as reality changed around you — you were back on the Eliena Hotel’s rooftop. He let go of your wrist with the most sour look on his face. Did you get it now?

“Oh my—” you breathed as you stumbled back, then flinched away from the ledge out of which you had fallen earlier. “This is crazy.”

“Yes, indeed. You have my powers, and I need them back.”

You straightened and faced him furiously. “Well, take them!! This is all your fault!!”

“I told you I can’t!”

You groaned in frustration and composed your dress, finally letting the anger and oddity of the events wash past you. “You know what? That’s not my problem.”

“Don’t you—” He grabbed your arm again and faced you, equally angry at this whole thing. All he wanted was to make a deal! “I helped you. So you have to help me.”

“I really don’t see a reason why I should. I said yes to whatever deal, so you have a verbal agreement.”

“It doesn’t work like that!”

You shrugged. “Not my problem.”

You pulled your wrist free, and Taehyung huffed in exasperation before trying again. “Wait. You must want something. Since saving your life is not enough,” he scorned, irritated. “What do you want in return for your help in returning my powers?”

Your eyebrow quirked subtly as you eyed him from head to toe. Taehyung couldn't wait to hear what futile thing you wanted in exchange for your help. All humans wanted was money and—

“Marry me.”

He choked on his spit. “What?”

You paced around with your eyes on the ledge. “That psycho has a point, no matter if I’d like to admit it or not. Not for the hotels’ clientele, that’s stupid.” You sighed, visibly vexed by the other guy’s imbecility. “My family won’t make my life easy now that I’ve inherited the company. Just because I’m a woman. My grandfather clearly didn’t care, but my younger brothers and cousins seem to have a problem with it. They say I’m too obsessed with work and should start a family instead. Domestic bliss, they call it. What a load of crap,” you snickered, turning to him again. “You have powers, that much is clear. So if we get married, you won’t try to steal my company or force me to abandon my career. I’ll be married, so they can’t say anything about it.”

“So you… want me to pretend to be your husband?”

“Yes, you’ll need to actually marry me.”

“For how long?” he frowned.

You shrugged. “Until they get off my back. Then we can divorce amicably.”

He mused about it. “And you promise you’ll help me get my powers back? Actually, actively help me?”

You squared your shoulders as you faced him, the image of professionalism. “You have my word.”

Taehyung bit down on his tongue as he considered it. Unfortunately, he had already saved you and hence held no leverage on you anymore. He actually had no way to make you sign a contract or help him. And he didn’t have much of a choice. 

He nodded, dark eyes fixed on yours. “Deal.”

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[queenofhalloween94]

Master List: EEoD Ch. List

Summary: Effects of all that "fun" time with your vampires

Warnings: 🔞 Enter at your own risk 🔞 obsessive partners, breeding kink, pregnancy kink

Ch. 3 The Pregnancy

“There's no set-in-stone way in being a vampire, especially with the evil ones.” Unknown

Weeks passed since the night they had bred you. At first, nothing changed. You still worked your job, still came home to their loving arms, their cool lips, their possessive touches. But their senses — sharper than any human’s — noticed before you did.

It started with Jungkook.

One evening, as you curled up against him on the couch, he froze mid-conversation, his nose brushing lightly against your neck. His body went rigid.

"What is it?" you asked, your hand stroking his thigh.

He inhaled deeply again, almost disbelieving. His voice came out hoarse. "You smell... different."

The others were on you instantly. Jimin pressed his face into your stomach; Taehyung's eyes glowed crimson; Yoongi knelt at your feet, inhaling softly.

“Already?” Hoseok whispered, his voice trembling with awe.

Namjoon’s hand spread protectively over your abdomen, even though there was no bump yet. "You're carrying."

It hit you like a storm — not fear, not panic — but a strange warmth that bloomed deep in your chest. Their child. Children. A part of all seven of them is now growing inside you. Your voice trembled. "I... I am?"

"You are," Jin confirmed softly. His hand trembled slightly as he cupped your cheek, staring at you like you were the most sacred thing he'd ever seen. “Our hybrid.”

Tears welled in your eyes. You had accepted their monstrous sides, their thirst for blood, their darkness. And now, you would carry a part of them, a life that was both human and vampire.

Yoongi pressed a reverent kiss to your hand. “We’ll protect you. Always.”

Their possessiveness shifted overnight. You were no longer simply their mate. You were now their vessel. Their queen. The mother of their offspring. Every day, one of them followed you everywhere — to work, to the market, to appointments you didn’t even know you needed. You weren't allowed to lift a finger.

"Careful," Namjoon would say even when you tried to pick up a grocery bag.

“You shouldn’t strain,” Hoseok whispered every time you tried to stand for too long.

"You need rest," Yoongi constantly scolded, dragging you back into bed.

 Jin hovered by your side with fresh food, pillows, and warm baths, as if you were made of glass. At first it made you laugh, but it didn’t take long for their instincts to grow stronger. You were no longer just theirs — you were carrying the future of their bloodline. And to vampires? That meant everything.

The months passed. Your belly rounded, firm and heavy with their hybrid child. You glowed with a strange mixture of human warmth and something distinctly other — an aura that only grew stronger as the child developed. Their obsession with you intensified.

Taehyung couldn’t keep his hands off your stomach, constantly murmuring to the baby inside. “You hear that, little one? Daddy’s here.”

Jimin spent hours massaging your swollen feet, kissing every inch of your skin while whispering praises. “You’re so beautiful like this. Even more than before.”

Yoongi sat in the shadows nearby, his sharp eyes scanning for any hint of danger even in your own home. “I’ll kill anyone who even breathes wrong around you.”

You weren’t allowed to open doors. You weren’t allowed to be alone for even a second. They carried you from one room to the next if you so much as winced.

“We’re stronger,” Namjoon said simply one evening, lifting you effortlessly as you tried to waddle toward the kitchen. “Let us take care of everything.”

Their cold hands soothed your overheated skin during sleepless nights. Hoseok would rub your back while Jin held you close, stroking your hair while humming ancient lullabies in a language long forgotten.

And the scent. They were addicted to your scent now more than ever. Pregnant, ripe, glowing with life — you drove their instincts wild. Sometimes you would wake in the night to find one or more of them simply hovering nearby, breathing you in like a drug.

"You're carrying our future," Jungkook whispered once as he knelt by the bed, his eyes dark with reverence. “I can’t get enough of you.” And though their desire still simmered beneath the surface, they barely touched you sexually, terrified of hurting you — holding back their darker urges for your safety.

But not for long.

When your final trimester arrived, the monsters fully emerged. Their restraint began to crack.

The sight of you swollen with their child made something primal burn inside them. Their hands lingered longer on your curves. Their eyes darkened every time your full breasts strained against your clothes.

“You smell so good like this,” Yoongi rasped one night, cornering you in the bedroom. “Like life. Like ours. ”

Jimin, usually playful, now stared at you with a hunger barely contained. "Do you know how hard it is not to take you right now?"

They circled you constantly like predators protecting their mate — but it wasn’t just protection anymore. It was need.

Your scent of pregnancy was too much for creatures like them. The natural pheromones of your ripe body made their fangs ache, their cocks painfully hard whenever you so much as whimpered in discomfort.

“I can hear your heartbeat for both of you,” Namjoon growled one evening, pressing his cool lips to your swollen stomach. “It drives me insane.”

One night, it broke. They lost control.

Taehyung was the first to snap, his hand gripping your wide hips as he murmured, “Let us have you. Just a little. We’ll be careful.”

The others descended quickly, the hunger snapping their last restraints.

Jungkook pulled you onto his lap while Jin’s cool hands massaged your breasts, your nipples already leaking from the pregnancy. Hoseok groaned at the sight, licking his lips, unable to resist anymore.

Yoongi whispered darkly against your ear, his breath cool as ice.  “We’re starving for you.”

Namjoon’s voice rumbled like thunder.  “You were made to be bred. Even now.”

And with terrifying care, terrifying reverence — they took you again, over and over, while you carried their child inside you — their breeding instincts awakened fully as their pregnant queen surrendered to her monsters once more.

**Thank you for reading!!**