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yongbokology · 2 years ago

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idk if you’re taking any requests or not but if you are could you write jungkook x thick poc 🫶🏽✨

ofc lovely, idk if you meant thick in terms of like reader having a fat ass or a chubby bodied reader or both but for now let’s go with the latter

piercer!jungkook x chubby bodied! poc reader

warnings; possible grammatical errors but f it we ball. smut. ginger yoongi cameo

poc coded for my poc girls

“fuck i’m so nervous..” you mutter to yourself, knee bouncing as you wait for your piercer to get their equipment ready.

you had just finished signing what needed to be signed and now you were waiting your turn but as the seconds went by you were thinking about booking it the hell on out of there.

“relax girl, you’ll be fine. i’ve been getting pierced here for years. they’re going to treat you right, i promise.” ninging’s reassuring you with her dainty, manicured hands, clasped over yours.

you weren’t scared about a needle going through your nipples but you were starting to become a tad self conscious about if it’d look good or not. you heard that this piercing in particular was a confidence booster and it made you want to get them even more.

before you could relay the message to your best friend, a ginger haired male appears from behind the black curtain that sectioned off the next room. with a nod towards said curtain, he gestures you over to follow him and with baited breath.. you do.

your throat feels dry and give one last look to ningning who’s giving you a thumbs up with a big grin stretched across her lips.

you let out a breath and pull the curtains back, entering the next room. your eyes are instantly met with a black chair you’d see in a dentist office and a whole set up that looks expensive as fuck.

pictures of people with various body modifications, tattoos and piercings litter the walls. your eyes travel across the room, taking everything in until they land on a pair of soft brown ones and it’s then, you finally see him.

he’s standing at one of the four corners of the room, cladding his hands in black latex gloves. his dark hair frames his face beautifully, falling a little bit above his broad shoulders. a lip ring hangs onto the bottom of his lip, a silver bar to match on his brow. the rolled up sleeves to his shirt gives you a view of arms, one littered with beautiful ink.

his lips curl into a smile as he immediately notes you ogling at him. the feelings mutual though as he takes in your figure. your outfit complimenting every part of you. there’s something about your presence that’s drawing him in and it’s not just your body.

“alright, i’m gonna go on break.” the gingered male announces, turning on his heels to exit the room.

now it’s just you and who you assume to be your piercer.

“you can have a seat in that chair over there,” his voice is sweet. it doesn’t match his looks at all but hey, you’re not complaining.

“I’m jungkook by the way.”

“..y/n”

you bite your inner cheek as you make your way over to the chair, holding your purse close to your stomach, waiting for further instructions. As you sit in the chair it’s dawning on you that this hot ass fucking piercer, looking fresh out of the front page of vogue, is going to see your tits.

The thought makes your chest feel heavy, you chew on your bottom lip in an attempt to control your mind from wandering elsewhere.

With all the shuffling behind you, you presume that he’s getting his equipment ready. You're lost in your thoughts, constantly turning on your phone to check the time and for notifications even though you knew there weren’t any. Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice, slightly startled due to the fact that it’s been a while since he spoke.

He’s standing next to you now. Matter of fact, towering over you, a soft expression etched onto his face.

“You know, if you’re uncomfortable with me doing it. Our female piercer is like coming in thirty-”

“No! I’m fine honestly,” you reassure the man but he’s not so convinced.. So you hesitantly press further. “I’m not worried about that.. It’s just that i’m kind of having doubts about getting them.”

In all of jungkook’s seven years as a piercer, he’s heard it all. He was familiar with the nervous looks and anxious ticks. He’s heard all in the questions and concerns in the book. So with that being said.

“You know,” he starts, resting his tattooed arm on the chair while leaning down towards you, that fucking grin forming on his lips again. At this point he’s close enough to the point where you can smell the faint scent of thc that’s over powered by the minty gum that he’s currently chewing.

Your heart is in your throat as your eyes are basically bulging out your head. You usually weren’t one for people being in your personal space but this was okay.. More than okay.

God, you felt like such a perv for wanting him to come in closer.

“I’ve heard that i’m pretty convincing. Why are you doubting the piercing?”

You swallow thickly, blinking rapidly as you try to find your voice. “I’m kind of worried they won’t look good on me.” your voice is small.

Jungkook is slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion spreads across his features before he drops it and flashes you a warm smile. “If that’s the case, you have nothing to worry about.. But if you want a second opinion, lift up your shirt for me.”

Your insides are internally screaming at the last part. Even though you were aware he was just doing his job, the tone of his voice was taking effect on you. So much so that jungkook notices the way your thighs subconsciously push together. Oh, he likes this.

It takes you a few seconds to actually grab onto the ends of your shirt, lifting it up over your breasts.

Jungkook runs his tongue across his pierced lip, eyes glued to your chest and for a while he doesn’t say anything and you begin to feel more self conscious than before. As you begin to pull down your shirt, he grabs your wrist with his free hand, he’s looking at you with an intense stare that makes your heart leap out of your chest.

“As a piercer, you have nothing to worry about,”

You find your lips moving faster than your mind is able to comprehend.

“Personal opinion?”

Jungkook’s gaze drops down to your chest before flickering back to your face.

“I’ll show you, if you let me,” he’s dropping down to his knees, face leveled between your thighs, tilting his head while he’s looking up at you. “Please?”

You immediately find yourself nodding. You feel your core heat beneath your shorts. You’re slightly startled when he pushes the lever down, bringing your chair down so that he’s face to face with your tits.

He’s staring up at you as he’s leaning in, looking for any signs of uncomfort. He’s so close now. His breath fans onto your sensitive bud, closing his eyes as he takes it into his mouth. It warm. So warm.

Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you watch him. His tongue swipes over your nipple and it’s then that you feel something small poke against it and it dawns on you that he has a tongue piercing. The realization makes your cunt flutter, you try clenching your thighs again but is obstructed jungkook whose body you forgot was in between them.

His hands find their way to your plush thighs, smoothing his palms over them as his eyes flicker open.

You can’t control the obscenity that’s flying out your mouth. “F-fuck.” you whimper which makes jungkook’s dick twitch in his pants.

He removes his lips from your now wet nipple, kissing the top of your knee. “You have to be quiet for me, pretty girl ‘kay?”

You look up towards the fluorescent light and silently nod, cheeks heating in the process at the nickname he threw in there.

He’s smiling before going back in but this time giving your other nipple some attention. His ministrations are ten fold this time. His tongue swirls against your nipple while sliding one of his hands onto your clothed cunt. His hand slides under your pussy, rubbing his nimble fingers against it. You’re responsive with a soft gasp leaving you. This makes jungkook smile and he switches from working his tongue on you to full on sucking your tit.

You look down to see jungkook and god does submissive look so good on him. He’s got an innocent look going as if he’s not making out with your tit and totally not trying to finger fuck you in the process.

The sight makes you moan softly, your back arches off the chair and this makes jungkook’s fingers move faster. He somehow finds your clit through your shorts and rubs it, applying pressure.

Your moans are music to his ears, he’s half hard but could probably cum off this alone. Pleasure looks absolutely gorgeous on you and he’d do anything to see you like this again.. Maybe even forever.

He’s lost in you until your breathing is heavy and you’re looking down on him again. “J-jungkook,”

He’s humming against your nipple “hm?”

“I’m gonna cum.” you’re whining at this point, face twisted and ridden with euphoria.

In one swift move that leaves you utterly speechless because he’s practically handling you with ease, he unlatches himself from your nipple and tears down your panties and your shorts down to your knees. He wraps his arms around your deliciously thick thighs, pulling you down towards the end of the chair, leaving your pussy exposed to him.

He takes a moment to admire how wet you are for him, practically drooling at how pretty your pussy is. He wastes no more time and attaches his lips to your clit, sucking on it harshly. His tongue delves down your slit then back up to your clit, flicking it with the ball of his tongue piercing.

your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it which makes jungkook moan into your pussy. the vibrations adding onto the immense pleasure you were already feeling.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, lost in the midst of it all as he goes from licking at your clit to full on fucking you with his tongue. your mouth is ajar at the feeling and soon enough you’re creaming around his tongue, a broken cry falling from your pretty lips.

jungkook laps it all up like a man starved. you shudder at the feeling of being overstimulated but you taste so good he basks in it, hoping that you have more for him. when he realizes that you don’t he taps your thigh to get you to look at him.

it takes all the strength you have left and crane your neck down towards him, slowly opening your eyes. jungkook smiles at the fact how utterly fucked out you are but still manage to look so pretty.

“piercing free of charge if you can squirt for me.”

please this was supposed to be like a small drabble

#jungkook x reader #bts #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #jimin smut #namjoon smut #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #yoongi smut #jungkook smut #bts x reader #jungkook x black reader #jungkook x poc reader

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missbangtangirl · 6 days ago

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JIN HOLY FUCK 🔥🔥🔥

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lovecoree · 2 years ago

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — 𝐊𝐓𝐇

pair: ceo husband!taehyung x black fem!wife

synopsis: after an amazing date with your husbands, paparazzi waits outside getting pictures of y’all walking out of the restaurant.

warning: kissing, that’s basically it.

this is based on this tiktok, so that’s probably why this is short :)

“Did you enjoy your time?”

Taehyung kissed you on your lips before holding your hand, you smiled brightly as you thanked him for not only the amazing dinner, but the big bouquet of roses.

“It was amazing, to bad you’re busy tomorrow, I want to spend more time with you.” You pouted watching as he grinned at your confession, “who said I have work tomorrow?” He raised his eyebrow, stopping in his tracks before wrapping is arms around your waist bringing you closer to him.

“You have a meeting—” “The meeting was postponed until next week so I get to spend time with my beautiful wife.” Kissing you again, “you didn’t..have to do that.” You said in between the kiss, you were pretty sure your lipgloss was now smudge and covering Taehyung’s lips, but he obviously didn’t care. “Ok babe we’re in public.” You pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, you giggle seeing the crazy lust in his eyes.

“Speaking of public, I suggest you look down at the ground when we walk out.” You resumed walking towards the exit, looking at him confused, “why should I—”

“Ms and Mr Kim look this way!”

oh..now you understand.

whole crowd of paparazzi gathered around the restaurant with cameras ready to take pictures. It was already too late for you to look away as you got blinded by the lights. Taking Taehyung’s advice you glanced down at the ground, unlike your husband who was used to the cameras waved.

“You both look amazing!”

Taehyung’s secretary was quick to open the back door of the car, holding it open for the both of you to get in. After driving off Taehyung made sure you were ok and safe, “You ok?” You smiled before nodding your head, “words love.” “Yes I’m fine, I’m just tired.” Nodding his head he let you take a little nap during the car ride.

next day…

“Omg babe, look at the pictures they took.” Taehyung watched as you walked into the kitchen with nothing but his shirt on. You leaned over the island table to show him. “Look at this one, I look pretty.” You showed Taehyung the picture of you looking at the camera, it was like you were in a photoshoot. Your hair, the jewelry, the nice silk black bodycon dress you wore. You were meant for the cameras.

“You always look pretty love.”

#black reader #bts x reader #bts taehyung #bts fanfic #bts v #bts x poc #bts x black girl #bts x black reader #bts x female reader #imagine #taehyun x reader #taehyung x black reader #fluff #bts

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sopebubbles · 2 years ago

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Chapter Eleven

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

A/n: I'm sorry this update is a little shorter than the others! I think thematically it made sense to separate them this way. Also I swear I did not mean to post this on beastie-writes 😪 so I'm sorry if that threw anybody off! I made the update and saw my draft was saved under the wrong name and didn't want to start over. The other chapters will continue on sopebubbles!

A/n 2: I am re-posting this chapter because t*mblr did a t*mblr thing and deleted @/beastie-writes, where this chapter was originally posted. It's not new. Now back to our regular programing.

Warnings: angst and lots of feeling (hopefully good ones too!!)

Word count: 3.8K

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It was easy to fall into a routine at the Bangtan house. You’d wake up in the morning, grab something to eat and chat with Jungkook by the poolside before he left with Namjoon to fulfill their duties. Then you’d “go for a walk” around the house. You told yourself that this was to wear off some of your excess energy and become familiar with the grounds in case you needed to escape, but the fact that your walk ended every day with you finding Yoongi was not lost on either of you.

Yoongi was endeared to see the way you would shuffle and stare at your feet, asking him what he was up to when what you really wanted was to sit on the couch and watch dramas together. You may not have wanted to take him away from his work or maybe you just weren’t in the habit of asking for what you wanted, but regardless of you never expressing your wish, Yoongi was always happy to be the first one to offer.

“Do you want to finish watching that drama from yesterday?” he’d ask, watching your face brighten as you’d nod eagerly. “Lemme finish up here and you can go grab Jimin.”

And you would. Because their roles rarely required them to leave the grounds, Jimin and Yoongi became your natural drama buddies. Every afternoon you’d pile on the couch together while Yoongi gathered snacks. They always seemed to be able to spare a couple of hours for you. Even Jimin, who at first seemed apprehensive around you, was showing signs of enjoying your company.

Jimin started sitting closer to you on the couch and offering you some of his snacks. He liked to look up fan theories on his phone while you guys watched and would often share them with you and ask your opinion about them after each episode.

But Jimin noticed the way you never closed the distance when you sat near him on the couch, how you kept your muscles tense even as Yoongi catered to you. There was a calculation in your movements so that even as you were at-ease in your body language, you were never quite relaxed. Jimin wondered if he was contributing to your tension. He thought he was demonstrating his acceptance of you, but maybe he needed to do more.

“Val, do you want to cuddle?” Jimin asked one afternoon while you were both waiting for Yoongi to bring snacks.

The question caught you completely by surprise, your face heating with embarrassment, “I…um…”

“You don’t have to,” Jimin added nonchalantly. “I just thought it would help.”

“What would help?” Yoongi asked, setting the popcorn down in front of you.

“Us cuddling with Val.”

“And that would help with what exactly?” You kept your face to the paused screen in front of you, not trusting yourself to look at either of the men giving you their full attention.

Jimin shrugged, “You just hold yourself like someone who’s been rejected, but we’re not rejecting you. So I thought maybe us holding you would make you realize we’re not rejecting you.”

Yoongi chuckled awkwardly. Jimin’s brand of matter-of-fact honesty always toed the line of refreshing and uncomfortable. Jimin was sharply attuned to people’s body language, but not in predicting how his words could make other people feel. “There’s no pressure. You don’t have to,” Yoongi offered kindly, giving you an out.

“It…it might be nice,” you whispered shyly. You thought back to the tender touches and closeness you shared with Taehyung and how nice it used to feel. But back then, it always led to something more. “Only cuddling, right?”

“If that’s what you want,” Jimin shrugged again, leaving the implication that you could want more hanging in the air.

“Only cuddling. And if you want to stop, just tell us you want to stop,” Yoongi assured.

“Okay,” you agreed, feeling awkward about what to do next.

Jimin scooted closer to you, tapping on his chest, “Go ahead, snuggle up. I’m softer than Yoongi-hyung.”

Yoongi scoffed and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as you curled up against Jimin’s chest. He was comfy and warm, smelling of clean laundry as he let his arm hang lazily around you.

“You can lay out your legs across mine,” Yoongi suggested, scooting closer to you and Jimin. You were still a little worried as you stretched yourself across Yoongi, but he gave you a reassuring pat. “It’s like I have a Val blanket,” he giggled.

You could have laughed at that too, lost in the giddiness of how cozy you felt. But instead, you hummed in acknowledgement, already being lulled by Jimin’s heartbeat and the warmth of his chest.

Jimin glanced down to see you completely slack against him, eyes heavy as your breath evened. He smirked, satisfied that he had finally gotten you to relax as he started to play with your hair, earning a happy sigh from you.

>>>>

“You look rested,” Jin mentioned, as he finished chopping up some green onion. His usual “Kiss the Cook” apron was tied around him while he reached for mushrooms to chop.

Your stomach swirled with uneasiness as you thought back to how you fell asleep on Jimin’s chest during your afternoon cuddle session. You’d woken up to a gentle nudge from Yoongi, your fists clenched tightly in Jimin’s shirt and a small drool stain where you had rested your head on Jimin’s chest. Jimin was unbothered, and rather amused to see how relaxed you had been, but the thought of you letting go of your well-practiced control, even for a moment, unsettled you. You made a quick apology and excused yourself to help Seokjin, who had started the habit of coming over to make dinner in the evenings.

“What’re you making?” You asked, pointedly ignoring his comment and hopping up on the stool across from him.

“Doenjang-jjigae,” Jin answered with a happy hum, expertly cutting up the vegetables in front of him. Having watched him for several days now, this was not the first time you wondered what other skills Jin wielded with a knife.

“Jjigae? Is that stew?” You guessed.

Jin nodded, “It’s made with a soy-bean paste. It’s a pretty common dish.”

You gave a thoughtful hum, but said nothing more.

“Is something bothering you?” Jin asked, combining the vegetables together. “Normally by this point you’re asking how you can help and taking it upon yourself to add seasoning to everything. Yesterday I nearly had to wrestle you to the ground to prevent you from dumping a whole tub of gochujang into the japchae.”

“Gochujang is good though,” you grumbled, poking at a bit of mushroom that rolled across the counter.

“Yaeya, dong-uihae! But the secret to good japchae is the right balance of soy sauce and brown sugar and I have been perfecting that balance for decades.”

“You’re not that old.”

“I started young. Do you think I let my mother eat bad japchae after I was conceived? No! She had terrible morning sickness because of me and lots of bad japchae,” Seokjin was basically shouting as he dumped the vegetables into the bubbling broth.

You laughed heartily, hands covering your face at Jin’s overzealousness. With a spirit like his, you imagine his mother probably did get indigestion.

“Why’re you always coming over here to cook dinner if you have your own place?” You asked once your laughter subsided.

“I asked you a question first.”

“I’m ignoring it.”

Seokjin shrugged as if to say “suit yourself” before responding, “Namjoon asked me to. He wants to make sure you stay well-nourished and I’m the best cook in the bunch, so…” he gestured openly with his arms, “here I am.”

“No offense, but you don’t really seem like the type to follow orders,” you mused.

“None taken,” he replied, focusing now on on the slow-cooked beef from the oven. The smells in the kitchen were starting to blend together and permeate the air, making your stomach rumble inaudibly. “There’s no shame in following orders. Plus, I get to enjoy your company.”

You pouted, unsatisfied and hungry, “I don’t believe you.”

“That there’s no shame in following orders or that I enjoy your company?”

“Both.”

“Well, the most powerful thing you can do is believe you have power in the first place; regardless of if you’re on the giving or receiving end of orders,” Seokjin explained, putting the beef into the stew and lowering the temperature on the stove to a simmer. You grunted, still not impressed. Power was power in your mind. You either took what was yours or you didn’t. “And as far as your company,” Seokjin continued. “It’s a tragedy you’re the last to know, but you’re kinda cool to hang out with.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed. “All I do is sit around all day.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened dramatically and, putting a hand to his mouth, he gasped in mock-horror, “I hadn’t considered that. I guess I am having a terrible time.”

“Cállate, pendejo,” you laughed.

“Once I figure out what that means, I’ll have a very witty comeback,” Seokjin grinned, wagging a finger at you. “Go get the others, dinners ready.”

>>>>>>>

You wouldn’t want to admit it, but you enjoyed the cacophony of the Bangtan dinner table. So often you were left to eat dinner either by yourself or, on rare occasions, with Joaquin, that you weren’t sure how everyone could be so noisy and chew their food at the same time. Even just the hums and moans they made as they ate and complimented the food made the meals loud even without active conversation. It seemed like every meal was the best meal they ever ate. And to be fair, every meal was delicious. Perhaps Seokjin really was the best cook in the bunch, though you hadn’t tried everyone else’s cooking to compare it.

You liked to sit next to Yoongi during dinner. Partly because Yoongi was good at loading your plate while explaining what you were eating and how to eat it. But mostly because, even if you were still embarrassed from earlier, Yoongi always had a way of making you feel safe and unjudged.

“Keep your thumb steady and only move your pointer finger. And remember, we have forks,” Yoongi advised as he watched your kimchi sliding off your chopsticks again and again.

“She’s got it, she’s got it,” Hoseok chanted in Korean. You were sticking your tongue out a bit in concentration, studying carefully with furrowed brows as the red piece of cabbage made it to your lips. The entire table erupted in applause and you scooted your chair back to stand up and take a bow.

“To Val!” Namjoon cheered, raising a shot glass of soju, the other men echoing “To Val!” as they downed their shot.

When you plopped back into your chair, you reached for Yoongi’s hand on the table and while everyone was laughing and carrying on you whispered, “Thank you for always looking out for me, Oppa.”

Your heart swelled while you watched his ears turn red, “Always,” he whispered back, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

The dinner continued on in a light-hearted, joyous mood with little talk of Bangtan’s work life or your dire predicament. You tried to let yourself be lulled by the conversation, but the unease you were familiar with was back, bubbling up through your stomach and clawing its way to your throat. You kept quiet though, looking out over the table, listening to the blend of Korean and English around you, wondering when they might confront you about earning your keep or when they might get sick of taking care of you and ask you to leave. No one could really be that impressed with your ability to use chopsticks. It was silly and stupid and everyone else could do it anyway, so why did they need to pretend on your behalf? Were they setting you up for something? Trying to gain your trust? You became acutely aware of how you had slumped in your chair and were no longer contributing to the conversation. Were you killing the mood? Were the boys aware of how untrusting you were? Would they care? Your eyes settled on the empty spot where Taehyung still failed to show up for dinner. He wasn’t there because you didn’t want to see him. You knew that. You had asked for this space and he was giving it to you. It was kind, more kind than you were used to or expected. Everything here was. But why did it feel ominous now? Where was the catch?

“Excuse me,” you said, standing up with a polite smile before you finished your plate. “Everything was delicious, Seokjin, thank you.”

If anyone noticed the way your mood was faltering, no one said anything. Seokjin had been laughing at something Hoseok was telling him when he passively said, “My pleasure! It’s nice to have your moral support in the kitchen.”

“Do you need me to get you anything?” Yoongi asked, searching your face for an explanation as to why you were leaving early.

“I’m good, Oppa,” You lied. “Just a little tired.”

Yoongi nodded, “I’ll clean up your plate. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you.”

It felt like miles before you got to your bed, but when you finally reached it, you buried your face into a pillow and let yourself cry.

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The light from outside your bedroom shone underneath the door creating dramatic shadows from the furniture in the room. Sitting up slowly, you blinked and rubbed your puffy eyes. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep but you were grateful that it was dreamless. Unfortunately, it meant that you would have an even harder time falling back to sleep. You sighed, the heaviness of your emotions had subsided but the echo of them was still there. You let yourself be ebbed by the flow of your aimless thoughts until your mind found itself back to when you had napped earlier that day. Between Yoongi and Jimin. Against Jimin’s chest. There was no pressure or expectation in listening to Jimin breathe and the way he and Yoongi avoided clinging to you made you feel secure in the fact that you could leave whenever you wanted. It was nice and you missed it. It was warm and you wanted more.

Before you could chastise yourself for being greedy, you left the room quickly to find Jimin. You told yourself, at the very least, you could apologize for drooling on his shirt earlier. Lucky for you, no one was around as you made your way to the basement, so you could avoid explaining your true motives.

When you approached the door, you heard gunfire and shouting. Jimin was clearly yelling at his TV. You knocked on Jimin’s door tentatively.

“Fuck this, man.” Jimin grumbled from the other side of the door. The noises from the action sequence stopped suddenly as he called, “Come in!”

“I think you’re loosing your touch–” another voice teased as you opened the door to see Jimin leaning back on his couch, game controller to his left as he idly played with Taehyung’s hair and watched you come in. It took you a second to register what you were seeing. Taehyung was stretched out on the couch, head in Jimin’s lap, game controller in hand. Neither of them were wearing shirts and their sweatpants hung low around their hips. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but you still looked away. “Sorry, if I’m interrupting something…” you trailed off, rubbing your arm to get rid of the goosebumps.

“No, no,” Taehyung shot off of Jimin’s lap and to his feet. “I’m sorry. I can leave, it’s getting late anyway–”

“It’s okay,” you said, finding his eyes to show him you meant it. “You can stay. It’s, um…Nice to see you.” Even this small confession left your heart aching in your chest. After everything that happened, you hoped Taehyung didn’t hate you, but you also hoped you wouldn’t have to explain yourself tonight. “Please stay.”

Jimin watched the two of you, not sure of what to make of the exchange. He ultimately decided it wasn’t his responsibility to figure out why the two of you looked so uncomfortable, so instead he said, “Did you need something?”

“I just wanted to apologize for earlier,” you answered, sheepishly. Now that you were actually in Jimin’s space, your plan felt very silly.

“What happened earlier?” Jimin said, confused. He was genuinely unaware of something you had done wrong and you had never visited him before, so all of this seemed highly uncalled for.

“When I drooled on you…” You replied, feeling more and more embarrassed by the moment.

“Oooh,” Jimin realized. “Oh that? It’s fine. Sometimes people drool when they’re relaxed. I think it’s kind of nice.”

“Did you guys play together?” Taehyung asked, trying to hide his shock.

“Play together?” You echoed, having no idea what Taehyung meant.

“Nah, she fell asleep on my chest and drooled on my shirt,” Jimin said easily. “I have an extra controller. Do you want to play with us?”

You looked at the screen with the words Call of Duty across the top, “I’ve never played video games before.”

“This wouldn’t be a good one to start with then,” Jimin thought out loud. “You guys should sit down. I’m gonna get the Switch so we can play Mario Kart. I’ll be right back.”

Jimin stretched as he stood up, cracking his neck as he did so, and briskly walked out of the room, leaving you and a shirtless Taehyung standing in the middle of the room, dim lighting letting the weight of each other’s presence be known.

“Are you sure it’s okay if I stay?” Taehyung asked hesitantly.

“Yes, but could you put on a shirt please?”

“Right,” Taehyung said, suddenly embarrassed. You turned your eyes to him, watching as his white tshirt fell loosely over his tanned shoulders, hiding away the muscles in his back that you once knew so well. That ache you had returned again and you were suddenly desperate for being held. Your emotions bubbled up to your throat as you struggled to swallow them back, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to be soothed.

Taehyung’s heart broke as he turned back to look at you. You were only a few feet in front of him and closer than you had been in weeks, but standing there, looking so small as you held yourself away from him, he thought you were farther than ever. He wanted to kiss you again and keep you safe in his arms. He wanted to explain that when he called you his before it was only because his heart knew it found its missing piece when he met you and that he was wrong to think of himself as entitled to you and he was sorry he ever did. He was a monster in your life while you were the light in his and he was so, so sorry.

When Jimin walked into the room, he noticed that you were both on the brink of tears. He knew that you both had history with one another, but he wasn’t quite sure what could cause such a reaction when neither of you had even been talking to each other.

“Do you guys need to hug?” Jimin suggested.

“Um..” You knew your answer before Jimin had even asked the question, every nerve in your body was begging for it.

Jimin narrowed his eyes like he had formed some conclusion while observing you, “I think you guys need to hug.”

“Please,” you had barely gotten the word out when Taehyung closed the distance and wrapped his arms around you. Breathing in the familiar scent broke the last defense you had in protecting yourself from your emotions. You nuzzled into his chest and let the tears fall from your face, feeling a wetness against your shoulder as Taehyung buried his face in your neck.

Taehyung tried not to squeeze you too tight despite the overwhelming sense of relief he felt with having you in his arms. He told himself that even if this was all you were willing to give him for the rest of your life, he would accept it. He would never again ask for more than what you were willing to give. His shoulders shook as he wept against you and eventually he felt you rubbing his back, still not moving away or asking him to let go.

Jimin was content to let the moment continue for as long as you both needed, seeing that there was a lot that you guys needed to process even if neither of you had words for it yet.

Eventually, your tears had stopped and you whispered gentle shushing against Taehyung, feeling warmth spread throughout your body at feeling the weight of him in your arms. Slowly, he pulled himself away from you, looking down at you with a sense of wonder that you hoped you returned in kind. Whatever the embrace had done for you, it appeared Taehyung had needed it just as desperately.

“Do you guys still want to play Mario Kart?” Jimin asked, already moving to set up the switch as if you had said yes.

You giggled wetly, still high from your relief, “Sure.”

Taehyung also laughed, a little awkwardly as he ran his fingers through his hair, “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

Jimin turned back to the two of you, noticing something he had missed before, “Do I need to put on a shirt too?”

“If you don’t mind,” You said.

“I’ll wear a fuzzy shirt so you can lay against me again,” Jimin announced. “I think you like cuddling.”

You had experienced too many emotions today to be embarrassed anymore or try to deny it, so instead you nodded, “I think you’re right.” You turned to Taehyung. “You’ll stay and cuddle too, right?”

Taehyung could have cried again if he hadn’t already drained himself of all of it. He sniffled, happily, “If you want me to.”

“I want you to,” You assured, taking his hand and leading him over to the couch. Jimin plopped on the other side of you, wearing a fuzzy black sweater. You were all snuggled up together, you leaning into Jimin and Taehyung leaning into you. Your leg was trapped between Taehyung’s body and the couch but you wouldn’t complain. You didn’t want anything to change.

Chipper music began as the start menu loaded, looking at the tiny controller in your hand, you couldn’t help your fit of laughter.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” you said, not sure if you meant the game or in general.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin said, quickly making selections on the screen before you were able to choose your own character. “We’ll help you.”

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casnextdoor · 1 year ago

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AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Chapter 5– “bffr”

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A/N— thinkin about doing a bonus chapter with the replies for the tweet… only thinkin. sorry for the typos once again but in my defense, this is what texting me looks like.

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in-my-heads-posts · 2 years ago

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We Never Know

Summary: when you slipped into little space syndrome and your cold and rude husband takes care of you.

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I closed my eyes as my head was aching with pain along with my shoulders.

Taehyung: "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? GET OUT OF HERE!!"

His voice was echoing inside my head making me dizzy. My sight started to blur as my body started to become weak. And then I fell on the hard floor.

(Yn POV)

I ran through the slippery hall after driving away from the office. The receptionist told me the way as I asked her about my wife.

There she was, lying on the bed like someone who's fallen from heaven and will wake up anytime to bless me. I saw the nurce getting out of the room and giving me a assuring smile.

I walked inside. The chemical's smell was all over the place. I saw her hair flicks looking golden in the daylight reflecting something that I can say beautiful. Her pale face was telling she didn't eat enough.

As I was lost in the sight worrying about why she collapsed, one of the doctor's came in and told me to get outside.

Taehyung: "What happened to her?"

Doc: "She collapsed. As we checked her axillary nerve and posterior humeral circumflex artery (PHCA) is compressed. It'll take some time for her to get better, you can see some side effects. We'll be giving her some physical therapy and others."

Taehyung: "Thank you"

With that I went to pay the fee while was not able to accept this situation .

A week later:

We took her home as doctors did her treatment and today in the evening when she woke up, she behaved in unusual way....like a child. After when doctors examined her, they said that she has little space syndrome.

All these days, I was there for her tho I never had ever spent much time with her. I was mostly in living area working from home while maids took care of her.

Author POV:

As the days passed, you started to become more and more like a child. You would draw random things and play with dolls.

Taehyung POV:

I came in the kitchen to drink water, when I saw her putting stickers on the fridge. I smiled at her attempts to put one on the top of it. She so small. I walked to her and said

Taehyung: "What are you doing?"

That's when she turned around and looked at me with her doe eyes.

My breath became uneven and I gulped hard at her sight of looking so innocent. Tho whenever I saw her, she always carries a bold girl attitude who don't take a shit but.........now it's different.

She said in a cute way I guess

Yn: "Can you help me?"

She said while making a pout.

My heart started beating fastly I don't know why.

Taehyung: "No, and remove theses."

I saw while pointing at the ones she sticked to the fridge.

With that I came out not daring to look at her.

In the evening:

I was sitting on the sofa while I saw her running to me. She sat on the floor.

Yn: "I want chocolate."

She said with a soft pitch and appealing eyes.

Now what am I supposed to do with it.....

Taehyung: "it's not good for your health."

With that I started to do my work with a cold face I always carry with me.

I saw her from the corner of my eyes. She made a sad face making me feel something called regret. She left the place and slowly went back to her room.

After dinner, I sent my driver to bring some chocolates and sent them to her room.

Few days later:

Y/n was making me feel something that I didn't felt before. Maybe it's because I was spending more time with her. I remembered when we got married, my father told me her parents died when she was just 4 and she took care of her younger sister by herself.

I married her as my father insisted. Yn was owner of the Park Institutions where they teach poor children and take care of orphans. I didn't know how she did it cause I never care to know about it.

I was always so busy in my work to not care about this marriage. Now I can imagine how difficult her life was before marriage and even after. The doctors also said that these type of disease happens when a person had rough childhood or didn't get enough care when needed.

While was lost in my thoughts I felt someone pulling my shirt. I looked at the person and saw none other than Yn.

She was there with her messy yet gorgeous hair and innocent face looking at me as if she's in a problem.

Taehyung: "what are you doing?"

I said while pulling it away from her.

Yn: "Can you play with me?"

With a guy who got a dirty mind, I blinked few times trying to understand what she really meant. Tho the situation was giving me butterflies already, I tried to resist the feeling.

Taehyung: "What?"

Yn: "Can you play with me daddy?"

She said with the most cutest and innocent way that can make any man go crazy.

I gulped hard as my heart was beating in a pace I didn't want it to.

Yn: "Please daddy, please"

With a situation like this, I didn't said no to her tho I said that to her my whole life.

Taehyung: "okay. What do you want to play?"

She sat herself on the couch and make a pout while looking at me with doe eyes.

Yn: "I don't know. You tell me."

There are so many games we can play together but.........

I sat with her.

Taehyung: "I-i don't know any. "

She looked at me as if I saw the worst line ever.

Yn: "You are boring. Okay let's play hide and seek daddy."

She smiled widely and winked at me.

What.......my mind was thinking all the things that should be called illegal at this time.

Taehyung: "okay"

I said with the zoo dancing my stomach.

After counting till 20, I started searching for her in this big ass mansion. I roamed here and there and then I entered in her room. I looked around with keen eyes but I didn't saw her.

Then I thought of opening the closet.

As soon as I opened it, I felt someone falling over me.

I fell softness on my lips . The body fell so soft yet fragile. I opened my eyes, seening it was Yn.

I didn't move cause I didn't want to. With the wildest feeling in my body, I wanted to say like that.

I saw Yn slowing getting up. I didn't open my eyes.

Yn: "Get up. It's my turn"

I didn't move.

Yn: "daddy daddy"

She said while shaking me. That time I just wanted to pull her close but I didn't.

Yn: "Are you dead?"

She said in a worried tone. I laughed inside.

Then I felt her coming close to me, so close that I don't know what will happen to me I kept resist it anymore.

I pulled her close and hovered over her.

She looked at me surprised.

Taehyung: "Daddy won't die so soon babygirl. He got so much more to play with ya."

With that she looked at me with a soft smile as we both got up.

Taehyung: "let's play a new game. Let's play stone, paper, scissors and the one who lose has to give the other one a kiss here"

I said as I touched my lips in front of her.

I know it's wrong but it's alright I'm her daddy right? She's safe with me.

With that we played and each time someone lost and we kissed each other which was more like a peak.

After few weeks:

Me and Yn, we came more close to each other. We played together, not those types but yeah like drawing, cooking together and going outside for evening walks. She was also getting better each day. Doctors said she'll be alright in few months.

All this time I didn't knew when I fell in love with her. I regretted the times when I was rude with her. When I used to shout at her and and never cared about her feelings. That day when she collapsed, we had a fight in the morning. She came into my study room and tried to keep it near but I misunderstood her and fought with her. I was such a jerk back then.

But now I just want her to get alright and then I'll take care of her in the way she always deserved. We never know when our feeling can change just like I didn't know but now I don't care cause now she's my baby, my love and my life.

The end

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staycorpse · 2 years ago

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bts masterlist ♡ ྀ

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whyse7vn · 2 months ago

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Us -

[ot7 x reader]

AGUST DUI 🛴🔥

7 participants - 7 online

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tae: ok raise your hand if you think yoongi should of died in the crash

namjoon: why would you say that?

tae: jungkook raise your hand

jk: ok

tae: not in real life the emoji please

jk: ok sorry

wait how did you know i raised my hand in real life??

tae: just do it

jk: like nike LOL

tae: i’m going to skin you alive

jk: sorry

🙋🏻‍♀️

tae: why are you a woman

jk: gender is a construction

hobi: construct

jk: control

hobi: we are not playing a game

i am correcting you

jk: oh

tae: connecticut

hobi: stop

tae: i wanted to play :(

hobi: it wasn’t a game can you read

jk: omg i know someone from connecticut

i think

jin: you have no friends don’t lie jungkook

jk: no i swear i do

tae: he does

hobi: don’t act like you know

tae: i know

hobi: who is jungkooks friend then?

tae: jungkook tell this idiot ☠️

hobi: i’m asking YOU to tell me

jk: i don’t know who it is

but i know

i’m going to go insane who is it ohmygod

y/n: jaehyun lmao

hobi: oh

jin: yikes

jk: i’m sorry

tae: how dare she lmao like she didn’t just cook my first born alive by saying that name

jk: she typed it btw

tae: that’s not the point jungkook

i’m throwing up

jk: ur right me too

i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry

y/n: ???

don’t be sorry

jk: >.<

yoongi: lol

jin: tf he laughing at?

yoongi: we’re always talking about jaehyun for some reason

hobi: be fr

yoongi: …

y/n: shouldn’t you be dead from the crash or something

tae: IM SAYING LIKE

jk: maybe he’s still drunk

hobi: LMAOOOO

yoongi: i did not crash

namjoon: he just fell over guys

yoongi: right

jin: ofc the bitch with no license is defending the other bitch with no licence

y/n: typical 🙄

yoongi: why do you know he’s from connecticut

y/n: what????

namjoon: uh??

jin: wasn’t he JUST complaining about how much we talk about you know who…

hobi: kook was right this man is still off the juiceeeee

ha juice by shinee

i’m so funny wow

tae: if we think about it wtf is connecticut

what the fuck is that srsly

i hate that

what does that mean

america is so strange

another white thing i don’t get

i hate white people

jin: ur borderline white

tae: wtf is wrong with you never say shit like that again

ur borderline old

ur borderline dying

AND ur paler than me

like wtf

this poc erasure

someone get him

jk: connecticut more like connectiYUCK 🤮🤢🤮🤢🤮🤢🤮🤢🤮🤢🤮🤢

EWWUUUUUU 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

hell on earth

yoongi: what

namjoon: ?

yoongi: are we talking about again

i just lost my train of thought

hobi: choo choo

y/n: chuu chuu

namjoon: jaehyun…

jk: 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤢🤢

tae: AND we are talking about poc erasure if you even care

you probably don’t

because you’re a racist

just like your father namjoon

jk: yoongi is older than namjoon

btw

tae: ok???

maybe i wasn’t even talking to yoongi

jk: ok i’m sorry

tae: it’s ok son

hobi: who the fuck were you talking to then?

tae: well yoongi but like maybe i wasn’t at the same time yk?

y/n: shut up

jk: yes

y/n: ?

tae: ok raise ur hand if you think hoseok is being unnecessarily mean to kim taehyung the 3rd today

namjoon: anyways

yoongi are you ok??

yoongi: yeah sorry my head is just all over the place rn

forget everything i said

hobi: is this due to your alcohol consumption

or is it your age getting to you LOL

since your old

older than namjoon

jk: older than namjoon

jin: jungkook is 27 btw

y/n: 23 forever

jin: that’s almost 30 yk?

hobi: at least it’s not 31

yk…

like you

jin: ok

jk: ok !!!!

namjoon: yeah i don’t know what you wanted to get out of that one…

jin: kys

ALL of you

hobi: ❤️

jk: love is love

y/n: awoman

jk: awoman

tae: if you all loved me you would send me a stack

hobi: notice how no money is being sent to your account

take that into consideration

tae: how about you consider my fist in you face

ok i take that back

hobi: don’t

y/n: bryson tiller

tae: why not :(

you didn’t even know what i was gonna say hobi >.<

hobi: namjoon tell him to shut up

namjoon: tae please

tae: yeah ok 😔

cuz you know i do NOT want the smoke

he might do me like he did jaehyun 😭🙏🏼

hobi: will you STOP bringing that up

tae: will you send me a STACK?

hobi: no

tae: then NO

namjoon: both of you stop

also where is jimin??

physically i mean

like do any of you know?

yoongi: y/n’s house i think

y/n: no he’s not??

tae: woah

jk: btw that is also my house yoongi

so y/n AND jungkook’s house

yoongi: y/n and jungkook’s house then

y/n: he’s not here

yoongi: but he was

y/n: how do you even know that??

yoongi: i just do

y/n: ok ????

yoongi: ok

jk: ok \ ^0^ /

tae: wait

jk: JIMIN WAS IN OUR HOUSE ?????

jin: keep up ohmugod

jk: LIKE PHYSICALLY IN OUR HOUSE

WHERE I SLEEP AT NIGHT???

y/n: he wasn’t in my room no

if that’s what ur asking

jk: BUT HE WAS HERE???

AFTER HE WAS SO MEAN SO EVIL?!

y/n: it’s been weeks i was gonna talk to him at some point ig

hobi: communication is key!

not key from shinee btw

jk: WHEN DID HE COME????

WHY DID HE COME????

y/n: he came a few weeks ago

august 6th ? i think

to talk about everything and apologise

jk: you let him in?

tae: LIKE…

y/n: yes

jk: and where was i?

y/n: it was a wednesday so ur boxing class?

jk: i’ve been staying back for those classes

so he came late right?

y/n: yeah

jk: did you invite him?

y/n: no he kinda just showed up

jk: and you still let him in??

y/n: yes jungkook

jk: why didn’t you tell me??

y/n: i wasn’t trying to keep it a secret or anything it just a lot

like a lot seriously

i wanted to give both me and jimin some time to process it all before we brought it all back to you guys

but i was going to tell you

all of you

jk: yeah but like it’s been weeks…

namjoon: to be fair i also did talk to

jimin and didn’t tell anyone

jk: namjoon

jin: also did that

hobi: u all know i talked to him so…

jk: guys???

i’m confused like what he said was wrong but you’re all still talking to him

like everything’s ok???

namjoon: he apologised to her kook

jk: FUCK HIS APOLOGY?????

tae you get it right?? you didn’t speak to him right??

tae: no i get it

i get you

i understand fully

but i won’t lie to you

i DID speak to him

on the phone

only for 5 minutes tho

i counted

i just wanted to make sure he didn’t yk like kill himself or something…

you know jimin is weak like that

not calling people who commit suicide weak but like calling jimin weak cuz that’s what he is

jk: TAE?????????????

tae: SORRY SUICIDE IS REAL YK?

AND LIKE IT DOESNT TAKE AWAY FROM THE FACT THAT I STILL WANT TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE

i was just

checking?

namjoon: you can say you were worried about him you know that

jk: SHUT UP???£/8/8/8,&&:&,

NO HE CAN’T

YOU ALL HAVE NO BACK BONE /£2&/&&:&:

NO LOYALTY

HE BASICALLY CALLED Y/N A WHORE AND YOUR ALL FRIENDS WITH HIM AGAIN??????

LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?????

tae: NO I’M MAD IM STILL SO FUCKING MAD THE FUCK????

FUCK JIMIN I MEAN IT

jk: you are a liar

guys what£/£/&/&:&:

i thought you guys were better than this ???

i thought you all cared

jin: don’t be stupid

of course we care

jk: then act like it????

y/n tell them

y/n: jungkook

jk: tell them

in fact

jk added jimin to “AGUST DUI🛴🔥”

jk: tell ALL of them

y/n: jungkook please

jk: y/n seriously

jimin: hey

jk: shut the fuck up

tae: dude

i know ur upset and angry but doing this rn isn’t gonna solve anything

namjoon: he’s right jungkook

ur acting on emotion and not thinking properly right now

jk: IM not thinking properly???

was jimin thinking properly when he called her a slut and then ran away like a bitch?? was he????

namjoon: obviously not jungkook

hobi: but they’ve talked it out and he’s said sorry

jk: HIS SORRY DOESN’T MEAN SHIT

WHAT DO YOU GUYS NOT UNDERSTAND?

his fucking sorry means nothing

him saying sorry doesn’t take back the words he said

or any of the hurt he caused

namjoon: jungkook like she told us they’ve talked about it and he’s apologised

i not sure what more you want

jk: I WANT YOU GUYS NOT TO MOVE ON SO FUCKING FAST??

I WANT YOU GUYS TO AT LEAST TELL HIM HOW FUCKED UP THAT ALL WAS

BOTH PUBLICLY AND PRIVATELY

he should be walking around eggshells around us rn

you guys should be giving him a hard time

not wondering where he is or whether he’s depressed or not

and you wanna know something?

after it all happened she cried for hours

hours

i have genuinely never seen her so upset

she told me not to tell anyone but i have to so guys can fucking understand

and the fact that we didn’t even know that her and jimin spoke???

does that not bother you all?????

the fact that she was “so fine” and “okay” about the whole situation but didn’t tell us that they had supposedly ‘made up’

tae: she said that she was planning on telling us

jk: yeah but she didn’t did she? it’s been weeks

she said they spoke august 6th right?

we are quite literally in a whole new month

and you ALL should know that when she doesn’t tell us things it’s because she’s upset

you should KNOW her

and how she deals with things

you all claim to care but i’m yet to see how

you know i was really excited about this

we were all you know realising

and coming to terms with this

i thought that we felt the same

but this has shown me that you guys don’t even feel a quarter of what i do for her

and you probably never will

the way that you all just took her word for her being fine and okay about the whole situation without actually genuinely checking in with her is insane and the way you all rushed to make sure jimin was ok was even crazier

i just

whatever

bye

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as you can probably tell this was supposed to be released last month but i tried to adjust it as much as i could

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kookslastbutton · 6 months ago

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Those Eyes Chico ༓ myg (m) | chapter two

✑ Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?

pairing: idol!yoongi x plus size!poc!reader

genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut, slowburn, coworkers2friends2lovers, winter setting, forbidden love

word count: 6.1k+

warnings: This chapter in particular is written from Yoongi's perspective, oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of body shaming by Hybe executive, bestie!tae is wonderful support 🥹, light fighting between members (literally crack), Namjoon has a little crush, Oc being a total boss at work bc she is amazing at her job, and cute & meaningful Yoon and OC interactions that make them finally start bonding (a little flirty too, hehe) 😉

now playing: Sweet Dreams by The Last Shadow Puppets

a/n: CHAPTR TWO IS HERE! GOD...the slow burn exists outside the series too with me not updating for two months. I'm sorry guys but TYSM for your patience! I'm VERY excited to release this chapter bc I think Yoon & Oc are super cute, hehe. Okay anyway, this series is dedicated to my wonderfully crazy friend and sorta beta, Gloom @theuselessdaydreamingidiot, and to all our fellow Yoon lovers bc we miss our sweet man SO MUCH 🥺 Enjoy! 🥰 Also huge thank you to @itaeewon for designing this beautiful series header! Love it!!

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Yoongi stands with his hands placed loosely on his hip, chest heaving as he attempts to catch his breath. The seven of them had been practicing choreography for their new RUN BTS song nonstop when Jimin called for a much-needed, fifteen-minute break. There’s a part of him that’s thanking the younger for it and another that’s wishing he hadn’t, as every moment left alone with his thoughts is spent decoding his last encounter with you at the cafeteria.

Why had you made such a beeline for the exit the moment he was waved over by his member?

You also completely ignored his attempts to greet you on your way out. He only stopped by the cafeteria to slip an orange in his pocket before returning to his studio. He didn’t mean to intrude or incite that you had to leave with his sudden presence.

Taehyung assured him that you merely left to tend to work matters, which he’d typically sum as hyper-fixation with one’s work as he’s prone to do the same, but this felt different at its core. Your behavior seemed more intentional than that. The last thing he wants to do is misread the whole situation, but he must’ve done or said something to cause your uneasiness.

“Hyung, how did the album meeting go this morning?” A clear voice comes from Yoongi's left as his fellow band member, Namjoon, strides next to him, water bottle clenched in his fist. Like himself, large droplets of sweat dots around the man’s brow. The minor interruption shakes Yoongi out of his slightly dazed state.

“Went well.” He takes a big swish of his own water before screwing the cap back on. “We reviewed everything in three hours and the album looks better than I anticipated. There are a couple of promotional strategies that still need finalizing, but I’m pretty confident about it overall.”

“That’s great, man. __-nim’s been doing good work with TXT for the last few years, so she’s definitely suited for the job. I thought about requesting her help to promote Indigo but the timing of it all didn’t work.” Namjoon’s voice drops an octave at the last part, as if remorseful for more than a missed professional opportunity.

“Ah, maybe your next album hyung,” Jimin suddenly chimes in, slapping the taller man on the shoulder from the side. “I have a feeling you and __-nim would work well together. Think about it, you’re both natural born leaders and you’re smart too. I bet __ -nim has as high of an IQ as you.”

Namjoon’s cheeks flush with the faintest tint of rose as Jimin flashes a knowingly cheeky grin. Yoongi, of course, witnesses the entire exchange, the slightest part of him feeling uprooted by the thought of his band member and new marketing manager suddenly hitting it off. He decides not to comment on the matter, choosing to remain in ignorance instead. This is all speculation, right?

Now that they’re all on the subject of his album though, it gets him thinking that maybe he’s been too narrow viewed regarding the reason for your off putting behavior at lunch.

D-Day’s release has become a consuming priority lately, with everyone involved worked to the bone. Aside from himself, you’ve been bearing the brunt of it. He’s appreciative of course, considering the album holds a deep sense of meaning to him, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want it to be perfect. A little pushback during the first proposal is natural, yet he did get more resistant toward ideas during this morning’s meeting than anticipated. Perhaps some of his nitpicking was unnecessary, adding to your already heavy load.

Yoongi’s head feels worse the longer he entertains the possibility. He doesn’t want to make the first time working together a complete whirlwind, especially this early. A strong, healthy partnership starts with trust, safety, and mutual respect. The same philosophy can be applied to relationships of varying natures. That reminds him—since when did Taehyung and you become so close? He’s been ruminating over it all afternoon, like a jigsaw puzzle he can’t solve.

It’s odd how little he knows.

“I heard someone mention __-nim over here. I want in.” A small grumble leaves Yoongi’s lips as Jungkook pushes next to him, displeased by how tiny his space bubble has gotten due to the huddle his members have formed around him. Just why the hell is everyone so interested in his new marketing director? That's what he wants to know.

“Can you introduce me to her sometime hyung?" Jungkook pleads. "I’m thinking about releasing an album in the next year and it’d be great if you could hook us up…yknow?”

Oh, Yoongi knows. He knows exactly what this young buck is insinuating, but it isn’t mating season yet and even if it were he will do no such thing as to “hook them up”. Besides, his conscience tells him that you wouldn't be interested in the company of a younger man anyway—not that your dating life is any of his business or anything.

“Get in line Jungkookie, behind Namjoon. He needs her for his album first.” Jimin squeezes down on Namjoon’s muscular shoulders with both hands, shaking him just enough to hype him up. His hands are removed seconds later when he’s told to knock it off.

“That’s enough about this, okay? I’m pretty sure Yoongi-hyung is the only one who actually needs __-nim right now because, in case you dumbasses have forgotten, D-Day is set to release in April,” Namjoon scolds the two with a commanding tone. Jungkook, per usual, remains persistent in his original request and keeps his full attention on Yoongi.

“Anyway hyung, as I was saying, I know your album takes priority so I’m in no hurry to meet her. I can be pretty patient as you know-“

“Heh, that’s a lie.”

“Shove it Jimin, no one’s talking to you.” Jungkook’s eyebrows scrunch together as Jimin snorts helplessly next to Namjoon.

“You shove it Kook,” Jimin counters. “And stop trying to date __-nim! Find your own woman!”

“I’m not trying to date her! She's my noona for gods sake! Do you think I’m oblivious to how the public reacts to idols dating? Also, __-nim is a Hybe employee, not an idol. I can only imagine the type of scandal the media would spin it as.”

“Right, we all know you actually just want to take her to your bed instead,” Jimin interrupts for the umpteenth time. “Our handsome leader, on the other hand, is interested in her professional abilities. We can learn a lot from him.”

“Why are you always trying to start a fight with me Jimin? Is it because I can take you, now that I've been building up more muscle?” Jungkook’s accusations earn him nothing more than a sea of eye-rolls until Jimin lunges himself towards him, puffing out his chest the best he can to size him up.

Namjoon rubs his face with a hand, a clear visual display of his exhaustion. He’s been moderating these stupid squabbles for nine years now. “Alright very mature, biggest boy band in the world and this is what it’s come to? Amazing, congrats to everyone for winning the award for most-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Seokjin interjects, effortlessly shouting over everyone while waving his hands. “My brothers…why are we fighting over here like a couple of peacocks? We are all beautiful in our own, individual ways. Mine, for example, is my handsome face.”

“For the love of god hyung, we’re trying to settle something. Go take your inspirational pep talk elsewhere!” Jungkook bends his knees, swooping down to throw Jimin over his shoulder but he misses when the man starts tickling him ruthlessly.

“St-ah-stop it Jimin!"

“You stop it, you frickin’ brat! Trying to take advantage of our hyungs for your own selfish gain.” Jimin then slaps Jungkook on the ass which does not go unappreciated as Hoseok cackles from the other side of the room. Up until this point, he’s been scrolling on his phone, completely unbothered by the chaos. As Hoseok nears the action, Jungkook delivers a swift kick to Jimin’s rear end.

“Ow, what the fuck Kook?!” Jimin tries soothing the sting by massaging it with his hands. “You little prick!”

“Oh come on, I barely hit you. Gaining sympathy points won’t help this time, plus I see you trying to hide a grin. You think this shit is funny. You’re sick you know that?”

Jimin makes a move to return the kick to his youngest member but ends up hitting a far taller, and leaner subject instead. Taehyung, who just returned from the bathroom, throws a hand over his abdomen and grunts from the sudden impact.

“What is—shit Jimin that really hurt!” Taehyung’s baritone voice echoes off the walls as he winces from the pain. He takes a few deep breaths, then viciously eyes the two brawlers followed by the rest of the room. “What the hell is going on? I heard you all talking about __-nim from the hallway. Yoongi-hyung here is trying to kick off his album and tour, which we are supposed to be celebrating over drinks this Friday, but here you are arguing with each other and who has the biggest dick. Well, you can all put it away because as __-nim’s best friend, and number one wingman, only I’m allowed to set her up with someone and it won’t be with any of you! Sorry hyung…” he looks at Namjoon who appears to have brushed the comment off.

As soon as Taehyung ceases his mini-speech, eery silence sets in. Hoseok is the first to dare say a word.

“Uh, so what’s this about being her best friend Tae?”

“Yeah, I had no idea either.” Jimin quirks his head to the side, awaiting the details.

“Same,” Namjoon adds in a short breath.

“What happened to us, man?” Jungkook pouts at Taehyung, a total 180 from moments ago when he was in an unsolicited sparring match with Jimin. “You used to share everything with me. Now you’re holding out on me. Since when did you and __-nim start hanging out?”

Yoongi’s ears perk up for the first time since all the commotion began, curious to hear Taehyung’s response. He only recently discovered the blossoming friendship hours ago and even then, it was a brief inside look.

“I didn’t think to mention it but yeah, we started talking since her first day at Hybe. I bumped into her on the way into work, early morning for both of us. I expected her to be a bit on the reserved side, considering she was a new hire, but she was quite friendly. The more we talked, the more I felt like I knew her as if a childhood best friend I’d reconnected with.” Pausing, he wets his lips before continuing. “We share a lot of our meals together now, like our lunches during the weekday. Her food tastes amazing by the way. I think she missed her calling as a chef but it’s more than food— it’s a love language, a labor of love.”

“Wow, you two sure are connected,” Hoseok speaks first again, seeing the rest of his members working to process the new bit of info.

“Platonically, yes.”

“This’ll be good for Yoongi-hyung and his album then! No bad blood exists here!” Hoseok shifts his gaze between Taehyung and Yoongi, pleased with the outcome. The older of the two remains speechless, yet it’s far from a dazed expression. Yoongi is instead deep in thought, the wheels turning in his head.

So maybe it’s true that birds of a feather flock together, he hums to himself. The two of you seem to be social butterflies with a vase full of commonalities. He, on the other hand, prefers his solitude. That’s not to say he’s a hermit or anything though. Hybe hosts a company-wide New Year’s Eve party every single year and he’s made his best effort to attend them all. He mainly mingles with his members, but he still makes sure to small talk with other coworkers. Come to think of it, did he even see you at last year’s New Year’s Eve party?

He can’t remember much from the night except Seokjin scolding him for not wishing him a happy birthday the minute the clock struck midnight. He was a bit tipsy at that point. Taehyung disappeared soon after to make his usual rounds, stopping to chat with everyone in his path. Maybe he took off to talk to you during that time.

Okay, he really needs to stop thinking about you.

"Just to confirm, is everyone still on for Friday night to celebrate D-Day?" Jimin pipes. "I booked us a good place to have some food and drinks.

Taehyung nods, "I am, as long as it's not the same place we saw our CFO and his much younger date feeding each other. I couldn't eat for the rest of that night."

Jungkook fakes a gag before replying. "I'm sorry but does anyone know how is he still working here? Guy creeps me out."

"I swear, I couldn't agree more. Just yesterday he made an egregiously body-shaming comment toward __-nim to someone else on the board. She kept a brave front when she told me, but I'm damn tempted to get him removed from his position myself!" Taehyung's nostrils flare as he shares his frustration, fingers digging into his hips.

Yoongi takes a final chug of his water before abruptly tossing the bottle on the floor. A sharp crack resounds through the space, instantly commanding the authority of the room. “Fifteen minutes is over,” he gruffs. “It might be twenty minutes with all the bickering earlier. We don't have time to be talking about this anymore.”

“Come on now," Hoseok says. "Didn't you hear what Taehyung said? Our CFO really is a class-A jerk. I feel so bad that __-nim has to put up with his bullshit, she doesn't deserve it." His eyes frantically search the room, hoping to rally support.

"Don't worry about that asshole," Yoongi assures, "I'll handle it." He strides over to his choreographed position on the dance floor as if a leader in his own right, the rest of the members following in his steps.

"Just don't kill him, hyung," Namjoon says, resting a hand on the older's shoulder from behind. Yoongi merely snorts lightly in reply.

Yoongi is dead tired, his feet feeling heavier the minute he stands from his studio chair. He could have left hours ago, but here it is nearly 9:30 at night, and he's only just leaving the office.

As he shuffles down the hallway towards the elevator, he notices the eerie silence. It's thick, almost palpable. There's not a soul left in the building this late at night. When the elevator doors open, he leans casually against the metal rail, closes his eyes, and mentally retraces his day.

Overall, it was a decent day, he thinks, productive at best. Skipping dinner to work on his album tracks was an easy decision, but he might be paying for it now given the intense growling of his stomach. Despite his songs being considered perfect by his members, he can't help but tweak each one a final time. It's as if his gut tells him there's still a piece missing from the whole.

All at once, the elevator comes to a sudden stop. Yoongi's eyes shoot open, anticipation flooding his senses. Is someone still here? He listens intently, straining to hear any sound over the faint hum of the elevator. After a few moments that feel like an eternity, the elevator doors slide open to reveal an empty, dimly lit hallway. It's the 16th floor. He hesitates for a second, peering into the shadows, but there’s no sign of anyone. Strange.

Just as the elevator doors begin to close, Yoongi hears a distant, unmistakable voice. "Please hold the door!" you plead, your voice strained with urgency. He responds immediately, stretching out an arm to block the door. "Thank you so much," you say, slipping in beside him, your bag thrown over your shoulder.

Yoongi watches as you enter, curiosity in his eyes. It seems you were of like mind tonight, working late and likely burdened by the extra work he caused for you. The feeling of tension is as clear as it was yesterday, lingering as a reminder of the unspoken discomfort between you both.

But then again, there's that issue Taehyung mentioned, looming in his thoughts. He hadn't realized you overheard the horrendous comment his CFO made about you. No wonder you hurried away from him like a bat out of hell yesterday; you knew he knew. He wouldn't dare shine a light on the situation and risk embarrassing you further; no one needs to relive such a belittling experience. Yet, he's wrestling with the right words to say.

"Heading home, Min PD-nim?" You surprise him by speaking first, voice firm with a touch of gentleness.

Yoongi allows a faint smile to tug at the corners of his lips, hoping it'll relieve some tension. "I am, it's been quite a day. What about you?"

You nod, shifting the bag on your shoulder. "Same here. Just had to wrap up a few things before heading out."

He hesitates for a moment, noting how you speak as if it were only a few minutes past five or six in the evening. "I understand. I was working in my studio up until now. I should be back up there tomorrow too," he says, then chuckles lightly, "Sometimes I feel like I should just live up there."

You return the subtle laugh and smile softly at him, your light brown eyes catching his dark ones. It feels like the same prolonged gaze you shared upon first meeting, yet now, it's somehow become easier; perhaps a hint of familiarity.

"By the way," he continues, seizing the opportunity, "feel free to call me Yoongi-ssi. I'm not that formal in case you didn't know." He playfully gestures to his casual attire; tan cargo pants, grey plaid button-down, and sneakers.

You seem hesitant towards the request at first, evident from your delayed response. "Are you sure?" you choke. "I don't want to over step my boundaries."

"There's no need to worry about that," he assures. "We're on equal level aren't we? If we're going to be working side by side for the next eight months give or take, I want us to feel comfortable with each other. Please, call me Yoongi-ssi."

"Okay, I might need some time to get used to that," you say, head nodding, "I'll try calling you Yoongi-ssi from now on."

"There's one other thing too," he pauses, "since we'll be working on D-Day's promotion from start to finish, I'll have many of my own opinions. It's a natural instinct for me, but I don't want to be a hinderance. I don't want anyone else giving you issues either, so I'd like to hear your full thoughts on matters, especially when it comes to important decisions."

"That means a lot Yoongi-ssi, thank you. I'm very grateful that you'd allow me to be a part of this and I'd very much like us to have an equal partnership. This is your album though, so I want to make sure it gets the recognition it deserves in the way you'd prefer."

Yoongi glances at the floor numbers displayed to the right of the elevator doors. Any second now and you'll reach the lobby. He wouldn't mind talking longer, but letting you both get a decent night's sleep is the far better idea at this point.

"I trust that D-Day is in the right hands with you, __ssi," he replies. "It's why I recommended that we work together to promote it in the first place. Bang PD was also confident in the idea. We don't doubt your expertise for a second." He pauses when the elevator doors slide open and allows you to be the first to exit. "Have a good night, okay?"

For the first time, you reciprocate the wish with a full, illuminating smile. It's not a professional one, Yoongi notes, its a real one—as genuine and sincere as his words. He takes it as a sign that the tides may finally be turning for the better. "You too," he hears you say before you push through the large revolving doors and step into the cool night air.

In the evenings that follow, Yoongi finds himself back in his studio as promised, a glass of whiskey in hand. He ultimately decided that if he was going to be here until all hours of the night, he might as well have a cold beverage to keep him company.

As he leans back in his chair, swirling the dark amber liquor in his glass, his mind inadvertently wanders to you. Were you downstairs again? Were you here with him? It would seem that given your unexpected late-night encounter in the elevator, the validity of the idea wouldn't be all that wild or far-fetched.

With each passing minute, as the clock inches closer to the late hours, he finds himself circling back to the same thought. It's as if the possibility of running into you has become a highlight of his night.

Just then, a deep and familiar voice interrupts. "Burning the midnight oil again, hyung?"

Startled, Yoongi looks up to see Taehyung standing in the doorway, a sympathetic smile on his face. Despite it being almost 9 at night, his younger member is nothing short of flawless in appearance.

"Yeah, working on my tracks," Yoongi replies, offering a small smile in return. "What are you doing here?"

Taehyung steps further into the room, hand tucked in his pocket. "I wanted to stay late to keep __-nim company, but I'm not sure how much longer she plans on staying tonight. I was on my way out when I figured I'd stop by to see you too."

"Well, thanks for thinking of me. Want a drink?" He offers, nodding towards the nearby whiskey bottle.

"No, thanks," Taehyung declines politely, shaking his head. "I'll let you enjoy your whiskey in peace. Although, __-nim might take you up on that same offer one of these days. She has a strong taste for it, as you do. Anyway, I'm heading out. Don't overdo it with your music, hyung, they're already perfect."

Once Taehyung leaves the studio, Yoongi's previous string of thoughts return to him tenfold.

So you really are here, he muses, and you happen to like the same throat-burning alcohol. Should he venture downstairs and offer a drink? No, that would probably be too much, and he wouldn't want to interrupt you. Maybe if Taehyung were accompanying him, but not alone; he doesn't share enough rapport with you to merit such a spontaneous drop-in yet.

No, he takes another sip of his whiskey, he'll see you tomorrow morning instead; during your morning meeting. But that gets him thinking—he's still yet to decide on whether or not he'll make an appearance on Fallon's show. He’d done it with his members numerous times, but this would be the first time doing it alone. His album would indeed benefit from the exposure, though.

"Damn it," he curses, raising from his seat. "I work my ass off. I work my ass off for it all!" He then sits back down, finishing off the rest of his whiskey in one gulp, the burn soothing his frustration momentarily. With a resigned sigh, he turns his attention back to his music. "Damn it, I guess I'll do it."

If it weren't for his phone notification reminding him of his 10 am meeting on Friday, Yoongi would have missed it entirely. Normally, he never forgets important events, but several late nights in the studio had predictably caught up with him. He feels extremely sleep-deprived today, his memory more prone to blanking than usual. Waking up with a throbbing headache at 5 am, which hasn't dimmed in the slightest, doesn’t help either. Nonetheless, with only ten minutes to spare, Yoongi has no choice but to pull himself together and head downstairs to the conference room.

"Good morning, Min PD-nim," you greet him as he walks through the door. "We're about to start."

Yoongi drags out a chair and takes a seat. You look nice today, he notes quietly to himself. He makes sure to send a small smile your way before returning the warm greeting. "Good morning __-ssi," he says. "I told you we can speak informally didn't I?"

He waits for your response, easily tuning out the startled reactions from the rest of the team. Most high-ranking officials in the organization expected to be addressed formally by those in lower positions, but here he was, openly requesting you to speak as equals. It was almost unheard of during work hours. He was Min Yoongi, after all.

"Right, of course," you reply, "You'll have to excuse me, Yoongi-ssi. It slipped my mind for a moment."

Yoongi watches as you shuffle a few papers in your hand before continuing. "To get us started, I thought we'd discuss the decision to schedule a spot on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. Will we be proceeding with this?"

"After mauling it over I think it's a good idea for the album. Do we have an idea of when this would happen?"

"Ideally after the album releases and around the time the U.S. tour begins April 26th. I say we aim for early May. Given Fallon's show's high demand, we'll need to get a jump on this as soon as we can." You shift your attention to your digital marketing and promotions team. "So-hyun, can you reach out to the producers and see what strings we can pull?"

She nods, scribbling a quick note on her writing pad. "We'll reach out today. I'll let you know as soon as we get a response."

"Excellent, thank you. I'm glad to hear you're on board with this Yoongi-ssi. It'll be a great way to promote D-Day and attract a global audience. The more smartly we utilize our resources, the better your album will be positioned in the current market." You take a brief pause to flip through your notes again. "Speaking of resources, we'll need to start booking magazine shoots and interviews. I'm proposing we run cover pages with Marie Claire Korea and Vogue Japan."

Yoongi would be taken aback by the flood of ideas and schedules you're firing at him, all within the first fifteen minutes, if he weren't already aware of your level of competency. This is exactly why he chose you, he hums to himself, your preparedness is impressive, but not surprising.

"I presume this will take place next year?" he asks. "During their spring issues?"

"Absolutely. We'll submit inquiries soon to get the ball rolling, but having the shoots completed now would be premature. Plus, it'll take some time before there are any openings with the companies. I think we should be consistent with tour dates and have Marie Claire go out in May and Vogue ready in August of next year."

"Okay, I'm fine with all that but we'll need to have something exciting released now, don't we? I know I start my weekly lives tonight, but shouldn't there be something more we can do?"

"I agree," you reply. "That's why I wanted to propose a brand new idea that came to me a couple of nights ago while I was drafting promotional content. Anytime idols release a new album or music, it gets published on YouTube, right?"

He nods, curious on where you're heading. "Right."

"Why don't we start a talk show with you as the host Yoongi-ssi? It can allow your fans to see another side of you, as well as the general public. We can invite your BTS members as guests where you can discuss music or past challenges that you've had to overcome—the choice is yours. To make it more interesting for viewers, you can have these frank conversations over a glass of whiskey or soju."

"I like the idea," he says, weighing it in his mind. "What would the timeline look like for this?"

"If we move forward with the idea, I suggest December 5th and we continue it for a max of two months. I know that only leaves us with just under two weeks to get started, but creating the set shouldn't take more an a day or a day and a half. We can also easily shoot a 30 to 60-minute video in an afternoon and publish it on YouTube the following week. Of course, a preview of the show will need to go out beforehand."

"Would we be able to invite other guests to the show? Outside of my members, I mean."

"Yes, feel free to invite whoever you'd like. We can start with the member for the first several episodes but ultimately, welcoming a variety of guests from the same or differing industries would be the goal."

"If I may." A member of the social media team suddenly joins the discussion, "I think Kim Namjoon-nim might be a good person to feature first since Indigo releases December 2nd."

Yoongi nods in agreement. "I can ask him."

"That would be fantastic, actually. If his availability is limited, we could have him guest star for the second or third episode instead," you add. "Hoseok released Jack in the Box this summer so we could have him be the first guest as well."

"Do we have a name yet?"

"Suchwita," you answer without hesitation. "It's a play on words with Daechwita."

"Suchwita..." Yoongi repeats, "Time to get drunk." He chuckles at the last few words, amusing the room, but you remain contemplative.

"How about Suchwita...time to drink with Suga, instead? It's simple and has a slight whimsical nature."

"Sure, let's use that," he answers, noticing that you've already begun jotting down the idea. "Yours is better."

Despite the adrenaline from the productive meeting with you and your team, Yoongi still feels the weight of his sleepless nights bearing down on him. His headache remains relentless and he is in dire need of a moment to himself. Once the team disperses, he slips his phone into his pocket and makes his way outside. The crisp, early morning air should offer him some relief, along with the pack of cigarettes tucked in his pocket.

When he reaches the building's designated smoking area, Yoongi takes out a cigarette and lights it, taking a deep drag as he leans against the cool brick wall. As he exhales, watching the smoke dissipate into the clear sky, his thoughts drift back to the meeting. The idea of hosting a talk show, "Suchwita...time to drink with Suga," still lingers in his mind. It’s an intriguing concept, and he can already envision the relaxed, candid conversations that could come from it.

His thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sound of footsteps crunching on the ground nearby.

"Oh, Yoongi-ssi," you say with alarm, obviously startled by his presence. "I didn't mean to interrupt you. I'll come back lat-"

"There's no need for that. Join me if you'd like." Yoongi watches as you hesitate to accept his offer, your feet already positioned to head back inside the building. "Seriously, there's plenty of room, and no matter what they'll tell you, I don't bite."

He allows himself to smirk as you carefully move beside him, only stopping when there is at least two feet of space between you both.

"Thanks," you say, pulling out your own pack of cigarettes and lighting one. "I needed a break too."

"Rough morning?"

"Just busy," you reply, leaning against the wall next to him. "But the meeting went well. We should be able to get the ball rolling now that we have a more finalized plan. I'm glad you liked the idea of starting Suchwita, by the way."

"I do," Yoongi says, nodding. "It has a lot of potential and I'm sure Namjoon will be more than happy to help us out. He's a natural at this kind of stuff. I guess it's why he's our band leader."

"You know you're good at all of this too, don't you, Yoongi-ssi?" You pause, taking a puff of your cigarette. "Even when you have a lot on your mind and a packed schedule, you have a knack for making people feel at ease. It's why I think producing Suchwita will be such a great way to connect with fans and other artists—you'll be the host."

He chuckles, appreciative of the remark. "You really think that? That I make people feel at ease? It's not what a lot of people assume."

"Nah," you reply, tilting your head up toward the clouds. "They're just on the outside looking in. Those who know you, who are around you and talk to you, will agree that you're a pretty calming presence."

"Well, I think we're not so different then." Yoongi shifts his eyes to your face, still looking up at the sky, and smiles softly. "So, what made you come to BigHit? Didn't you say you worked for Atlantic Records? That's a pretty good gig."

"Yeah, it was. I learned a lot there, and man, I was thrilled when I got offered the job as a brand manager. I've always loved music, ever since I was a kid. I could connect so intimately with the lyrics. Music is one of the few things that could soothe me during rough times, and it still does today. I'm sure you can understand."

Yoongi nods, intent on listening to your every word, intrigued by your story.

"Anyway, sorry about getting long-winded here" you chuckle. "I ultimately decided to move on when Bang PD reached out and offered me the marketing manager position for TXT. It gave me the chance to be a more integral part of bringing music to individuals who need it most. It's like we say, 'music for art and healing.' I'd never had the opportunity to manage a completely new set of musicians before either, let alone a group. Plus, being on the global marketing team? I couldn't turn it down."

"It makes sense why you joined us then, and I have to say, it's a blessing you did too. Music is a way of communication for me, a way I can best express my story. That includes my past, present, and hopefully future. After hearing all you shared, I don't think there's anyone else I'd trust with handling my album promos." Yoongi pauses a moment, unsure if he should ask the next thing on his mind. "How come we never met before? I mean really meet and talk?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure myself. But things have a way of falling into place when the time is right, I suppose." You're now looking at him, the intensity of your gaze mirrors his own. A gentle breeze tousles a few strands of your hair and for a split moment, Yoongi begins to understand what Taehyung meant earlier when he said it feels like he's known you his whole life, like a childhood friend he'd reconnected with. While it may not be to that extent for himself, there's a comforting warmth emanating from you that leaves him feeling strangely tranquil.

"Given the circumstances, I feel like we should have at least met through Taehyung by now," he slips out. "Or even at a company-sponsored event."

"Why, do you like me that much, Yoongi-ssi? After five days of working together?" Your playful tease catches him off guard, revealing a side of you he hadn't seen before. It's kind of cute-wait, what?

"I-"

"Sorry," you quickly interject, feeling the need to backtrack. "I shouldn't have said it like that."

"Don't worry, there's no need for apologies. And to answer your question, I like you enough." He hopes you can hear the tease in his own tone as he responds.

You both lapse into a comfortable silence for the next few minutes, the only sounds being the distant hum of traffic and the occasional chirp of a bird. He finds all of it soothing in a way he can't quite explain.

After a few minutes, you turn to him, your expression thoughtful. "You know, if you ever need to talk or just need a break, I'm here. We're teammates now."

Yoongi looks at you, his tired eyes softening with gratitude. "Thanks, __-ssi."

You give him a reassuring smile before pushing off the wall. "I'll let you finish your cigarette. See you later? And by later, I likely mean at 9 or 10 pm in our company elevator."

"Yeah, see you later," he laughs, watching as you walk back toward the building. He takes one last inhale, extinguishing the cigarette and letting the remaining smoke escape his lips slowly.

Yeah, he likes you just enough.

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linos-luna · 10 months ago

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Jealousy ❣️

Taehyung x Fem!Reader x Hyunjin

Warnings: threesome?, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, handjob, begging

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Having two boyfriends was great and everything usually went well. However, there were some times when one would get a little jealous.

Taehyung was the dominant one in the relationship. You always wanted to please him while Hyunjin was a bit more rebellious… maybe he liked getting on Taehyung’s nerves. It actually took a lot to get the older man mad.

Today Hyunjin was frustrated. He was needy and Taehyung had sex with you in the morning before he left for work without him. It’s not fair. Why can Taehyung fuck you whenever he wants, but he has to ask?? He couldn’t help being a little jealous.

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“Hyunjin! What are you doing?!”

“What do you mean, baby?” He responded with a tease in his voice. “I can’t just play with my girlfriend?”

Hyunjin had you pinned to the wall, kissing down your neck while palming you over your pants. He couldn’t help it, now slipping his hand in your pants.

“Jinnie, it’s against the rules.” You whined at the feeling of his fingers on your clit.

“But you like it, hm?”

You whimpered while closing your eyes, unable to think straight as he felt around your cunt.

“You seem to like it… I can feel how wet you are…”

“J-Jinnie—”

“Hush baby.” He said before looking at your perky nipples, realizing that you weren’t wearing a bra. “You do this on purpose, huh?”

The only response you had was to shake your head before Hyunjin suddenly grabbed and pulled your hair.

“Don’t lie to me, y/n.” He said with a smirk. “You just wanna be fucked by me… you wanna get caught… always acting so innocent and good…” it was so sudden and rough, but he flipped you around and practically held your face to the wall. “… but you’re nothing but a needy slut.”

“J-jinnie—” you whined as he yanked your pants down along with your underwear then suddenly delivered a harsh spank, making you cry out.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He teased while next to your ear. “Do you want more?”

You only whimpered which earned you another smack on your bare ass, leaving behind a red mark.

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I want more Jinnie!” You cried as he spanked you again.

“That’s all you had to say, baby.” He laughed as he unzipped his pants, lowering his pants and boxers.

“You’re gonna be in trouble.”

“Yeah?” He smirked while teasing your cunt with his cock. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

You couldn’t respond; Instead only moaned as he entered into your wet cunt. It slipped in easily.

“Fuck baby… really that needy?” He grunted while moving his hips. Even the smallest movement had you going crazy.

Your moans only turned him on more, making him thrust faster and harder. It felt so good; he was finally able to fuck his frustrations into you. In this moment you were his and only his.

“Ah-agh—! Jinnie—! Fuck—!” You bit your lip as he hit that spot just right, having your eyes roll back

You were practically drooling with your face against the wall as Hyunjin came inside of you.

“C’mon baby, cum on my cock.” He was rubbing your clit while trying to keep a steady pace.

Some incoherent words escaped your lips as you came, it left you panting. Hyunjin kissed at your neck, staying in you, only moving slightly.

“Oh wow…”

Both you and Hyunjin’s hearts dropped when hearing the deep voice behind you.

“Hyunjin… corrupting our sweet girl…?” Taehyung said with his arms crossed. “Teaching her to break rules?”

Hyunjin said nothing, not even turning to face the man.

“Pull out, little boy…”

You weren’t sure if he was frozen from shock or deliberately not listening to Taehyung. Whatever the reason, it was definitely not amusing to the other man.

“Hey!” Taehyung grabbed and pulled Hyunjin by the hair; pulling him right off of you. “What’s wrong with you?!”

The younger man only pouted, trying his best to not smile.

“Oh. A brat? You know I hate brats.” Taehyung smirked while pushing Hyunjin to the floor. He then harshly grabbed you and sat you on his lap, facing your other boyfriend.

“Jeez Hyunjin… what to do with you…” Taehyung said with a smile while spreading your legs, having your cunt on full display for the other.

You whined at the feeling of Taehyung running his fingers along your folds sure to insert two fingers with the wet sound of your cum combined with arousal. It drove Hyunjin nuts

“T-Tae—! Agh—! T-Tae— too much!” You whimpered as he continued. Your body was shaking with overstimulation and it had you squirming. Well, until Taehyung smacked your thigh.

“Hey! Hold still!” He snapped.

Hyunjin was sitting back on his heels as he watched, slowly inching his hand towards his own cock.

“Hyunjin…” the other man warned.

“I-I—” he stuttered. “Hyung, I wanna touch—”

“Bad little boys don’t get to touch.”

“Fuck—!” You suddenly cried out, throwing your head back on his shoulder when he added another finger and went a little deeper. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Tae~!

Hyunjin bit his lip, whimpering as he was unable to hold back; his cock was hard and throbbing. He needed relief so bad.

Before you could hit your high, Taehyung pulled out his fingers and you whined at the loss of his touch, almost crying.

“W-Why—?!”

“Darling, you were bad too.” Taehyung chuckled while pushing you off. “You didn’t think I forgot?”

“Hyunjin. Come here!” He called out.

The man was about to stand when Taehyung yelled out again.

“Crawl.”

Hyunjin was hesitant when making his way to the other, looking up at him with a pout.

“Don’t be like this pretty boy.” He said while shaking his head. “Shirt, off.”

The younger man removed his shirt, looking up for the next instruction. It was hard to tell if he’s fully submitted to Taehyung, he still seemed to have some rebellion in him.

Taehyung called you over before grabbing your chin. “Now darling, pretty boy still needs to learn his lesson… you’re going to hold his poor little cock. Got it?”

You nodded before going to Hyunjin. God, he’s so beautiful.

“Well. Take care of it.” Taehyung said, snapping you out of it.

You nodded as you crawled in front of the other, lightly tracing along his side.

“Hyung, can I sit on the—?”

“No.” Taehyung snapped. “You’re going to lay on the floor and pant like a filthy dog.”

Hyunjin whimpered when leaning back, laying himself across the carpet in full view of everyone, it had him blushing a deep red.

You were next to him, slowly stroking his sensitive cock to warm him up, this already had him letting out the desperate moans.

“Faster, y/n.” Taehyung said suddenly.

You nodded and moved your hand faster, moving your thumb over his tip and smiling down at him. Attempted to prop himself on his elbows but it was becoming difficult as he was getting more and more simulated.

“A-ahh—! Hyung—!” He gasped while bucking his hips into your hand. “F-fuck— I-i- agh—!”

“What’s wrong, pretty boy?”

“I want— I wanna—!” He couldn’t get it out. His head was thrown back and eyes closed. He was sensitive and ever so close.

“Oh Jinnie~” you teased. “You like this? You like me touching your cock?”

His eyes were still closed but he nodded.

“Yeah? You want more? Jinnie you want something more?” You giggled while lowering your head and giving his length a few kitten licks.

He was spiraling. There’s no way he could hold it much longer

“Alright, y/n.” He said with a smile. “Let go.”

His face of desperation was so hot as he laid down all the way and, like Taehyung said earlier, panting like a dog.

“N-no no!”

“Just part of your punishment, Jinnie.” Taehyung teased while pulling you up by the arm. “Now both of you. To the bed.”

Hyunjin sulked as he left and you followed him, hiding a small smile. You removed your shirt before Taehyung came in, undressing himself as well.

Taehyung kissed you, making out quite passionately while walking you backwards and laying you on the bed.

“Well, let’s see how much you can cum in one day my dear.” He smirked while rubbing your sides. “Hyunjin, come on… go to her mouth.”

He did so without hesitation, happily going to your face and holding his sensitive length in front of you.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson, right pretty boy?”

Hyunjin nodded rapidly which made the older man chuckle.

Taehyung sucked on you breast, looking to the younger man. Hyunjin took the hint and moved his cock to your mouth. You were happy suck on the tip and and pull away, watching as the spit connected the two. Your sucked again before moaning out loud at the feeling of Taehyung harsh thrusting into you cunt.

“You act like you can’t handle it.” He chuckled as the sound of skin slapping filled the room. “But you were taking my cock good this morning.”

Hyunjin couldn’t handle your teasing anymore and bucked his hips, holding your head still. He groaned and threw his head back in pleasure; finally, he was able to get what he wants and he simply loved fucking your throat.

Taehyung continued abusing your cunt while Hyunjin’s hips were already stuttering.

“H-hyung—!”

“On her face, pretty boy.”

Hyunjin quickly pulled out, pumping his cock a bit more before releasing. Right on your face, the substance fell. He moved his cock around a little to make sure it got all over, sighing in relief.

“How about I fill you up, princess.” Taehyung smirked while smacking your thigh and snapping his hips a few more times. Sure enough he came inside, filling you to the brim with his seed. You released right after, knowing how messing it’ll be once he pulls out.

Hyunjin was trying to catch his breath when Tae waved him over. You were in a daze, only becoming aware when feeling some fingers move around your cunt, collecting the substance.

“Agh! T-tae! Ah! Ah!”

“Hush, darling.” He replied while moving his two fingers to your mouth. Hyunjin did the same and you took them in, sucking the cum right off. You held onto their hands as you continued, your eyelids fluttering as it was hard to keep awake. Your body was exhausted.

“Good girl…” Taehyung said with a smile before pulling his fingers out and and looked at Hyunjin, pinching his cheek. “You too, You’re a good boy… just a little stubborn.

Hyunjin loved the praise and pulled his fingers out as well before laying next to you. Taehyung laid on the other side of you, kissing your shoulder as you relaxed.

“I-I’m… sorry hyung…”

“What happened, hm? Couldn’t wait.”

Hyunjin nodded while massaging your breast like a stress ball. “I just want… sometimes I just want to— you’re always—”

“I understand.” Taehyung said with a reassuring smile. “You want some alone time too.”

You looked between the both of them, wondering what kind of solution they could come to.

Other than that, you felt great, snuggled between your two loving boyfriends. You wouldn’t want it any other way.

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yongbokology · 2 years ago

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don’t have feelings for your annoying roommate who got hit by a car

pairings; non-idol! jung hoseok x poc! reader word count; 3.7k summary; what do you get when you have two idiots rooming together that have feelings for one another? enter ‘don’t have feelings for your annoying roommate who got hit by a car’ ratings; fluff, humor, angst(ish), smut themes, car accident, hoseok has trouble walking from said accident, idiots2lovers. NOT PROOF READ!

you’ve been living with hoseok for about three years but you’ve known him for longer. he met your brother in elementary school and you’ve had the displeasure of seeing his mug ever since. after graduating high school you wanted to move out of your parent’s home. the college you attended had dorms but were way out of price range, the small part time job wasn’t going to pay that off any time soon. your brother suggested you rooming with hoseok when he remembered that he was looking for someone to split the rent with after his roommate moved in with their partner.

“are you fucking mental?” was what you asked your brother when he brought up the offer.

you thought hoseok was one of the most annoying people to walk this planet. he’d tease you any chance he got, make fun of you, meddle in your business and would steal random items out of your room while you were still in high school because apparently he was implemented as the son your parents didn’t give birth to.

but… desperate times call for desperate measures and you wanted the full college experience and so you took the room in hoseok’s apartment and have been regretting that decision ever since.

“don’t come in my room, i’m having someone over tonight?”

hoseok glanced up from his phone, his brow quirked in amusement. “oh?”

“yes. ‘oh’. and i’m being serious too.” you made sure to make the sternness in your voice as clear as day.

hoseok had a habit of not minding his business and walking in your room at random hours of the day, sometimes without even knocking. you weren’t really worried this time however, because the prospect of him walking in were kinda slim. to simply put it, hoseok decided to get hit by a car almost two months ago. luckily, the injuries weren’t too grave but it was hard for him to walk at times. the first few weeks he couldn’t walk at all but now he was doing way better. you’ve also been taking care of him ever since. aside from his annoying personality you didn’t mind looking after him because no matter how bothersome hoseok could be, he was still someone you cared about and nursing him back to health was very important to you.

sometimes you even miss class to make sure he’s taking care of himself or assisting him in activities he can’t do on his own. seeing him struggle with basic activities did leave a hole in your heart and the hole grew even bigger seeing his hyperactive personality dim when he couldn’t do something.

“i promise i’d rather become one with this couch than use the bit of strength i have in my legs to interrupt your random fuck.”

you rolled your eyes before grabbing the remote off the coffee table in front of him and turning the tv off.

“what the fuck?! i made a bet with yoongi to see who could finish euphoria first and i’m not forking over fifty dollars.”

you throw the remote by his lap on the couch before placing your hands on your hips. “hobi, please be on your best behavior. this person is actually decent i’d rather you not fuck this up okay?”

it was hoseok’s turn to roll his eyes. he grabbed the remote from his side, turning the tv back on and clicking on the hbo max account the both of you shared. “like i said, cock blocking you is the last thing on my mind right now.”

“yeah and it better stay that way. are you gonna sleep in the living room? should i bring out your sheets and pillows?”

god you were hot when you went into nurse mode.

“nah, gonna make some ramyeon and call it a night.”

“okay, be careful.”

after debating on a movie to watch, you and taehyung decided on the hangover 2. you guys were thirty minutes in, arm deep in popcorn and enjoying one another’s company.

taehyung was a really sweet guy, you two met a few weeks ago at a bar he was bartending. you were shit faced after celebrating soyeon’s birthday and stayed until closing time. after a bit of conversation and getting to know one another, he kept a watchful eye on the both of you for the rest of the night and made sure you and your friends safely got into your uber. it was when you got home you found that he snuck his number into your coat pocket and the two of you have been exchanging messages ever since.

taehyung wipes his hand clean of popcorn dust before asking “hey uh, where’s your bathroom?” to which you sit up and nod towards your door.

“down the hall on your left. do you want me to pause the movie?”

taehyung shakes his head, stretching his limbs. “nah you’re good.” once making his way out of your room he softly closes the door behind him.

your apartment was set up in the way of your living room and kitchen being connected. your door was facing the kitchen and located on taehyung’s right would be your hall with the bathroom on one side and hoseok’s on the other.

with this being said, taehyung immediately got a view of what was unfolding in the kitchen; hoseok trying to reach for what seems to be a bowl in one of the cabinets, his free arm clinging onto his crutch that was firmly planted on the tiled kitchen floor.

“need any help?”

taehyung’s soft tone startles hoseok but he doesn’t make it apparent. instead, he pauses to take a breath after what felt like more that thirty seconds of trying to retrieve the damn tupperware. he doesn’t spare taehyung a glance but instead shakes his head, eyes locked on the floor.

“i’m fine, thanks.”

hesitant to just take his word, taehyung presses further. “are you sure, it’s no problem if-”

this time the venom that hoseok tried to hide the first time, boils over into his next sentence. “i said i’m fine.”

this throws the moppy haired male off. taehyung didn’t know hoseok, quite frankly this was his first time even speaking to him. when taehyung arrived at your apartment he didn’t get a chance to greet your roommate because he was on the phone with someone. that and because you told him to not really pay him any mind. however, upon first glance, taehyung thought he was chill.. he looked like someone he’d have no problem hanging out with.. so why was he being snappy?

he gave hoseok a final look before disappearing down the hall. you continued watching your movie, unaware of the scene that just played out right outside your door, laughing at the shenanigans of the characters on your screen.

hoseok took a breath again before reaching for the bowl again. he pushed himself up on his tippy toe, his fingertips lightly reaching for the rim. just when he’s on the cusp of victory, in the blink of an eye, he’s falling to the floor, his crutch clattering at his side in the midst. before he can even register what happened his legs are suddenly induced in unbearable pain, so bad that he can’t even control the scream that erupts from his lips.

frightened by the sudden whaling coming from outside your room, you jump up from your spot and immediately pause the movie. you jumped to your feet and swing your door open, the first thing you notice is one of the cabinet doors open in the kitchen, peering over the island you catch a glimpse of hoseok on the floor, face buried in the crook of his forearm.

without a second thought you rush over to his side, kneeling down next to him. “what happened?!” you yell. you look over his body to check for any signs of bruises and that’s when you notice his crutch just a few feet away from him. “hobi..”

he’s sniffling in his arm, tears soaking the sleeve of his grey hoodie.

taehyung rushes out the bathroom, confusion written all over his face. “is everything alright?”

at the sound of taehyung’s voice, hoseok's head shoots up from the floor. he’s wearing a scowl as tears continue to roll down his rosy cheeks. “yes, everything is fucking fine.”

you and taehyung are immediately taken aback by this. “woah, hobi.. he just wants to make sure you’re okay. did you fall?”

taehyung stands frozen in his spot, again not expecting hoseok’s venomous tone. he awkwardly shifts his gaze around the apartment before shoving his hands into his pockets, not knowing what else to do. taehyung was aware of hoseok being in a accident and knew of his trouble with mobility in his legs at times; you had mentioned this to him when taehyung inquired about you living with someone else.

‘i think i’m gonna go’ taehyung mouths to you and you silently nod, looking back down at hoseok who has gone back to crying into his hoodie sleeve.

the severity of the situation dawns on you when you realize you’ve never once seen hoseok so distraught. sure when he was first in the hospital and when he first came back home he wasn’t in the best spirit but he still managed to crack a smile here and there. even when he felt down, it wasn’t too long before he was his annoying self again. but never once did hoseok shed a single tear, in front of you at least, the realization making your features soften.

the muffled music on the opposite side of your door failed to mute the sounds of your hiccups and sobs. you hated jennie and her stupidly beautiful face. you hated this party and most importantly you hated jongin for sucking jennie’s beautiful face right in front of you. no, you and jongin weren't together but you two were talking for close to a month and things were going well… or so you thought. after realizing you had just witnessed, you were suddenly running away with your dignity, dashing up the stairs and locking yourself away in your room.

yoongi watched everything unfold and searched your house for your brother, telling him what went down once he was able to get ahold of him. your doting brother stopped everything and made his way up to your room, rapping loudly at your door, trying to get you to show him your face. of course that didn’t work and while he got silence on the other side of the door, you were trying to conceal your sobs into your pillow.

the constant knocking and your brother’s voice soon fell on deaf ears and after hearing none of the two for a few minutes, you sat up quickly once the rapping started once again. you were annoyed now and you wanted to be left alone.

without even an ounce of care for your appearance, you got up from your bed, stomping your way to your door, swinging it open and ready to let it rip on your older brother but halting once you come face to face with the last person you even want to look at right now, hoseok. he wore a smug grin on his face, probably about to give you shit about what happened but his grin immediately was replaced with a thin line and his brows furrowed with what seemed to be worry.

“oh fucking perfect, listen i’m not in the mood right now to get made fun of-”

you become stiff. your whole being froze. in all the years you’ve known hoseok he’s never once said anything to you that wasn’t sarcastic nor has he done anything that wasn’t to pick on you. so him wrapping his arms around you, holding you oh so close to him, wasn’t on your bingo card for the night or ever for that matter.

you’re not sure what came over you but before you knew it, you were sobbing again and embracing him as tight as possible. you didn’t know why you felt so comfortable at that moment. he could’ve easily shoved you away at any moment and laughed in your face but that never happened. instead, he walked you back into your room, closing the door behind him with his foot.

you felt his long fingers trace circles on your back, his chin resting on your shoulder. the two of you stayed that way in the middle of your room for god knows how long. after a while he slowly pulled back to take a look at you, his facial features different from his normal, smug expression that you grew to be annoyed by. he looked concerned.

your mascara stained your puffy cheeks and under your eyes, there was a bit of snot creeping from your nose and in any other instance he’d make fun of you for it but he took his sweater paw and wiped it away instead.

you didn’t understand where this ‘caring’ nature came from and quite frankly it was quite odd that he wasn’t disgusted by the sight of you right now.

“truth be told, i was coming up here to make fun of you,”

and there it is, there’s the hoseok you’re accustomed to.

“but i didn’t know you actually cared that much for the guy.”

you rolled your eyes, stepping past him to take a tissue from the tissue box on your desk. you wiped away the black that stained your cheeks as well as the stray tears while looking into your vanity, your eyes shifted to the left to get a look at hoseok who was also watching you through the mirror.

“i know it’s so easy for me to forget that i’m an actual person and have fucking feelings but yes, i fucking cared about someone i was talking to for weeks, i’m so sorry it’s hard to wrap your head around the fact that someone would be interest in me.” you bite, discarding your tissue in the bin by your desk.

“god, y/n. i know i tease the shit about you but that doesn’t mean i don’t care about you.”

“oh you care about me now? is that why you make my life a living hell? is that why you think i’m so out of jongin’s lead that he’d even think to-”

“it was truth or dare,”

your facing him now, your anger is turned into confusion. what the hell does truth or dare has to do with anything.

“i dared jongin to kiss jennie.”

you’re seething at this point. you feel like grabbing the nearest heavy object and chucking it at him. “get the fuck out.”

hoseok takes a few steps towards you and now you’re shouting. “i swear to fuck. get the fuck out of my hoseok!”

“oh will you listen for a fucking second,” his voice over powers yours, making you flinch.

besides being a nuisance, hoseok was known for his calm, collected and nonchalant personality. he was never the loudest in the room but you could still feel his presence. you’ve never heard him raise his voice even when he and your brother would argue, sure they’d be boys and be loud as fuck if they were on the game but you’ve never heard hoseok yell as if he’s actually upset.

“i heard through mutual friends that you weren’t the only girl he was talking to,” his tone is quieter now. “there were others and he was sleeping with them as well. i wanted to tell you but i didn’t know how and i didn’t want to tell your brother because you know how he gets when it comes to you and the last thing he needs is ruining his chance at that scholarship. jongin ended up ending being kicked out but it took a bunch of his to keep him from pouncing on him. i’m really sorry y/n and if you want to kill me that’s fine but i couldn’t stand the fact that he was just using you like that and i knew you’d be close by and see him for who he really is.” you let him finish.

you take a breath, letting everything sink in and while you felt a bit salty that he dared him to kiss jennie, you found it in your heart not to be too upset with his reasoning.

“jung hoseok, you’re a dumbass, you know that right?”

“a dumbass that just saved your ass from heartbreak in the long run.”

…

before he was discharged from the hospital, you were advised to keep hoseok’s legs elevated as he slept and so you were preparing him for just that. his first day home, you had to buy a few pillows from walmart so he’d still have pillows to rest his head on and now you were fluffing those same pillows to put under his feet, hoseok silently watching you the entire time. that’s what it was for a while, silence.

you hadn’t said anything since taehyung left. you were able to help hoseok off the floor and sat him on the couch, wiping away his rosy, tear stained cheeks before making the ramyeon that he was originally supposed to make. he watched you do that in silence as well. his legs were still in pain but not as bad as they initially were when he fell and that was thanks to you giving him his pain meds that he oh so hated. you watched him carefully as he downed each tablet, making sure he wasn’t storing them under his tongue. as he ate, you cleaned up your room a bit, threw out your unfinished microwaved popcorn. you also shot taehyung a text. you apologized for hoseok’s weird behavior and for your date being interrupted. his was fast with his reply, reassuring you that everything was fine and that he wouldn’t mind picking up where you left off some other time.

“i’m sorry.” you hear behind you and you fluff the last pillow.

with a sigh you collect all of the pillows in your arms, placing them on the bed. “you’re fine, hobi. i’m just glad you’re okay.”

since taehyung left, hoseok’s been feeling nothing but guilt. taehyung seemed like a nice dude and didn’t deserve to be treated the way he was being treated. “i mean it, i also want taehyung to know i'm sorry for being rude to him, he seemed chill and i was being a asshole.”

another sigh escapes your lips. “i’ll be sure to tell him hobi but i’m not thinking about that right now. i just care about you being as comfortable as possible and if five pillows are too much for your feet. raise ‘em please.”

he silently obliges to your request and raises his legs with a bit of a struggle. you catch this and use one arm to keep them up while you use the other to stack the pillows under them. “i have one more apology.”

“hoseok-”

“i’m sorry for being a coward and not being open and honest with you. it’s just that we grew up together and i never really grew out of teasing you so it was really all i ever knew how to interact with you. i was more close with your brother but i still valued you and our friendship,”

your eyes were locked on him at this point, you were confused as to where this was going and you were convinced this had to be some effect from his medicine. “is this the benzos talking or?”

“just let me finish please…i never understood why i couldn’t leave you alone and towards the end of middle school i realized i actually might favor you more than your brother. i’d beg my parents to let me walk home with you guys and convince them too. i remember proposing the idea to my parents to let me spend the night on weekends and i remember being so ecstatic when they finally said yes. i was able to spend more time with you guys but most importantly, i got to see you more. i always tired to get you to play with me and your brother but you weren’t interested, you played on your own for the most part and i remember so badly all the times i’d want to stop playing with him and to play with you but just teased you for playing alone instead. when you finally became a freshman i was happy that we’d be going to the same school again. even though we were a grade above you, i still liked that we had some classes and lunch together. i was more drawn to you by then and i felt the need to hide you from the prying eyes of upperclassmen. before homecoming i wondered about who i was going to take and i had a few options but for some reason those options weren’t satisfactory.. till the thought of asking you popped up in my head but come to find out you weren't into those kind of things and was going to stay home. by then i’d realize two things. one, i was relieved that no one had the chance of even asking you and you actually going. two, i had feelings for you and ever since then its been up from there. i cared about my appearance around you, i’d always feel anxious just seeing you interact with anyone other than family and me and i was crushed when i found out you were talking to jongin on all people and sure i’ve had relationships with all these feelings but all my relationships weren’t fruitful because they weren’t with you. i’m really sorry for how i acted tonight, that was so uncalled for and i understand if you’re upset-”

“hoseok,”

“and i understand if you even want to move out-”

“hobi.”

“huh?”

“did that accident give you erectile dysfunction?”

“... who’s asking?”

your giggle flows through his ears as well as the sound of his blood thrumming from his confession that he’d been holding in for so long. he’s swallowing hard as he watches you drop his legs on the pillow then straddle his hips, using your dainty hands to push him off his elbows and into the bed.

“took you long enough to say it,”

he’s looking up at you bug eyed and breathless, his eyes flickering between your hands that are currently undoing the buttons on your shirt and where you lie on his crotch. you lean in close enough to where your lips are brushing against one another, his bated breath fanning against yours.

“and i think this calls for a celebration, don’t you think?”

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