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cultleaderyoongi · 2 years ago

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Opposites Attract – pt.2 | myg

☆ pairing: Yoongi x f. reader, (Namjoon x f. reader)

☆ genre: s2f2l, e2f2l, love triangle • angst (not so much in this part), fluff, smut (here we go, guys)

☆ word count: 14.6k

☆ warnings: cheesy confessions; mentions of period blood, wearing someone else's underwear (not like that, folks); mature language; virgin!Yoongi, loss of virginity; explicit smut (half of this is smut, I'm so sorry...or am I?) – eating out, fingering, handjob, blowjob, slight breast/nipple play, penetrative sex, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids); pillow talk (so much pillow talk, omg); mentions of alcohol

☆ synopsis: You're Namjoon's girl – kind of. So why does Yoongi, who has never been too fond of people in the first place, get that weird feeling in the pit of his stomach around you? And most importantly, why can't he seem to stop himself from falling for you when you're supposed to be off-limits anyway?

☆ navigation: pt.1 | pt.2

☆ a/n: Hello folks! Here we are, finally. Thanks for being so patient! I hope the ending does the story justice. This was kind of a filler-in story, but I had so much fun writing it still. I'm not sure where my creative mind will take me next and what story I'm going to tackle, but I hope I'll see you again soon. I also hit a milestone recently, and I just want to thank all of you, old or new followers, for reading my little stories ♡

As always, I hope you enjoy reading. If you do – thank you! Lmk how you like it. Tags, comments, asks. Doesn't matter ♡

☆ taglist: @bangtansjonas @larenelizabeth @lovebun-19 @magentamoons @heyitssarah63 @lemonadecandycandy

It's widely believed that the older children become, the bigger problems grow in return. In Yoongi's opinion, that statement never made much sense. Children are the core of all chaos – he was a child once, for God's sake. Therefore he knows exactly what he's talking about. Just take this incident, for example, when he accidentally stumbled over the console cable as an overly ecstatic, 9-year-old Seokjin was in his final boss battle in Super Mario 64, leaving the older one in tears for a good hour. Or when an insecure, 14-year-old Hoseok was asking for an opinion on his outfit and Yoongi told him he looked like a clown with his entire chest, a silent treatment from the former ensuing shortly. As a young adult, you're supposed to possess enough common sense for things to not escalate.

Now it's been two days since the incident – two sleepless nights for Yoongi full of tossing and turning, of staring blankly at the wall in hopes of relief in the form of both answers and sleep. But neither found their way to his bedroom, multiple calls and text messages to Namjoon remaining unanswered.

That night he finally confided in Seokjin, recalling every single second of your timeline. From the moment his platonic feelings for you flew right out of the window to the heart-to-heart talk in the back of the club. As the understanding older brother figure, he told Yoongi to try to sort things out with Namjoon first though with the proper amount of time for him to process as well. He suffered the most damage after all, being deceived by both his best friend and the girl he likes. With you, he advised to stay put for now until the air has been cleared with Namjoon.

Now with no response from Namjoon and no knowledge about you and your current state, Yoongi feels restless despite the fatigue infesting every fiber of his being, his mind running ten thousand miles per hour regardless of the lack of rest. So he does what he's used to in order to unwind, to stay sane.

Sweat drips down his spine as he shoots another shot at the hoop only to watch the ball bounce off again. Groaning out in frustration, he braces himself on his knees, the droplets falling from his forehead onto the court floor. He's tired, so tired, but stopping means his thoughts will come back to life. So he picks up the rolling ball from the ground, getting ready to shoot again –

"Hey."

The familiar sound of the voice has him missing the hoop by a landmark, his head turning to the source of it. "Hi." He's barely able to croak out the single syllable, overtaken by surprise and his throat dry from the exertion.

"Jin-hyung told me you'd be here," the taller male speaks, his steps drawing closer to Yoongi until he stands beside him. There's a short moment of silence that follows, awkwardness settling in between the two.

Yoongi's insides twist and turn, nausea coming in like a crashing wave. He's been fearing this moment, two days full of tossing and turning nearly not enough time for preparation. Don't think about it. Just speak from your heart. "Listen, man. I'm–"

"I'm sorry," Namjoon interrupts him, his head hung low and hands buried deep into the pockets of his cargo shorts. "I needed some time to think which is why I didn't answer any of your calls or messages, but..." He trails, lifting his head again to look at the shorter man. "I really acted out of line that night, and I wanna apologize for that. It was super uncalled for and right-out disrespectful. I'm so sorry."

Yoongi all but stares at him in silence, surprised at the younger man's sudden apology. Sure, the memory of Namjoon calling him out as a virgin in that way won't remain one of his favorites, but he understands where he's coming from. All he wants is to resolve the issue, and in his eyes the fact that he fell for his best friend's crush definitely warrants a freak-out. "I wanna apologize, too." Yoongi licks his lips, his hand coming up to rub at the nape of his neck. "I didn't want things to go that way, but they did, and I could've prevented that had I come clean to you first."

"I guess so. But I never confronted you two about it once I suspected things or made any moves on _____ either, so I'm to blame as well," Namjoon argues, his arms now folded in front of his chest. "None of us are innocent in this case."

"Yeah," the older male agrees, solemnly nodding his head. "I guess you're right." It's surprising how well Namjoon is taking things now, the shocking scene of that night still engrained into Yoongi's mind, but he doesn't question it any further as he's elated beyond belief with everything out in the open.

"On top of that"–picking up the forlorn basketball off the ground a few feet away from them, Namjoon elaborates further–"I made it out to be a bigger deal than it actually was."

Yoongi's brows furrow at that, his eyes following the line of Namjoon's hand dribbling the globe. "What do you mean?"

"I wasn't exactly sincere with _____ either. We talked earlier, and while she wanted to stick around because of you, I wanted her around just for the sake of it." He passes the ball to Yoongi. "When I figured something was off, it wasn't just her – it was also me. I realized I liked the idea of her and being with her more than her as a person, as an individual."

Yoongi holds onto the globe in his hand, his fingers tracing over the rubber pattern. A huge question mark appears in his head. This entire time, he thought Namjoon was all about you. The two of you seemed so into each other.

"It's dumb because she's so great," Namjoon continues. "Smart, pretty, funny – everything you could ask for really. But we just didn't click like I thought we would. And so that night I reached a full-on epiphany. Everything finally made sense, and I was angrier at myself for not appreciating her the way she deserves than the situation at hand."

The older male sends him an understanding nod. "It's fine if you don't feel a connection. It doesn't mean you appreciate her any less. Just that you don't see yourself in a romantic relationship with her. Love can come in all different kinds of forms."

At that, the younger one cracks a smirk. "Yeah, you're right. I still love her as a friend." Running a hand through his hair, he adds, "I mean we didn't even kiss. I tried going for it at the club, but she outright rejected me which was a good call probably. I was drunk and stupid and trying to prove a point."

A flashback of you and Namjoon on the dancefloor comes to the forefront of Yoongi's mind, the two of you too close to his liking, an unreadable expression taking over your features as the man leans in closer to you, his lips muttering out words the elder couldn't make out in the darkness. It all seems silly now with the newly obtained knowledge.

"So... Are we good now?" Namjoon's voice rings in his ears again, pulling him out of his daydream.

And with that, a huge weight lifts off of Yoongi's shoulders. He thought he lost his friend for good, countless of moments left to be forgotten in the past forever. Breathing becomes easier for him now, his lungs filling with oxygen again like it's the first proper inhale in a long time. "Yeah, we're good."

The corners of Namjoon's mouth curl into a small smile before he regards the elder with intent. "With that being said, you should go talk to her – asap."

Mustering the man with narrow eyes, Yoongi pushes back his sweaty bangs. "It just feels so wrong now after this whole fiasco. And she made it more than clear she didn't wanna meddle in our friendship."

"Hyung, don't be crazy. We're cool, she and I are cool... So why not you two?"

Yoongi ponders, his fingers picking at a loose piece of rubber on the ball. "I don't even know if she still likes me or if she wants to talk to me."

"Oh, she does – trust me. Nothing's changed. It's only been two days."

This is such a tricky situation. Although Namjoon confirmed that there's no bad blood at all, Yoongi can't help but feel like he's entering forbidden territory still. Too significant was the impact when things started on the wrong foot and then turned into this mess of emotions. A good friend would still stay away, right?

"Look," the younger one starts once more, "I've seen you two together, and you're perfect for each other. A match made in heaven if you will."

The elder scoffs at the comparison.

"Lemme ask you this then," Namjoon picks up again, "why do you like her?"

Humming out, Yoongi answers, "It's hard to describe, but she just gets me." There's a short pause as he gathers his thoughts. "She's genuine and attentive and such a sweetheart. It's odd when I think about it, but I feel so comfortable around her even when we're such..."

"Polar opposites?" His friend finishes for him.

A single nod of his head serves as a reply. "It helps that we have a lot of common interests, but yeah... I think about her a lot." All the time, to be exact.

Namjoon's face breaks out into a wide beam. "The fact that you admitted all these things without wanting to commit murder right after speaks volumes. I've never seen you like this before–"

Yoongi internally gags at the realization. It really is the first time for him to admit feelings of this kind.

"–which is why you need to talk to her. You gotta sort this shit out."

Yoongi remains passive, his frame rooted in the same spot ever since. Everything that Namjoon mentioned makes sense, but he's too self-conscious to take this step. He's never been in this type of situation before. What if he messes up – again?

"Alright then," the younger man speaks, monotonous yet with an underlying note of irritation. He stretches out his hands, signaling Yoongi to toss him the ball which he does. "If I make this shot from here"–his vision darts over to the basket–"you get moving and go see her right now."

"That's a 3-pointer," Yoongi huffs. "You suck at those."

"Well yeah," Namjoon simply replies, bouncing the ball on the ground, not an ounce of doubt evident in his voice, "which is why you shouldn't be too worried. Right?"

Gnawing on the inside of his bottom lip, Yoongi moves to the side without uttering another word.

Namjoon fixes his stance, his arms reaching above his head and his feet lifting off of the ground with a hop before he bends his wrist, the rubber globe flying high into the air.

Yoongi watches it with hawkeyes, his eyes bulging out of his head as Namjoon lands the shot in an almost perfect curve and the satisfying swish sound follows.

With a pleased smile stretched across his face, his friend turns back to him. "I guess luck is on my side today – or yours. However you wanna look at it."

"Huh..." Yoongi rubs his temples in disbelief. "Now I guess I have no other choice."

Patting the elder on the shoulder, Namjoon sends him a cheeky wink. "You really don't, hyung." The two share a heartfelt laugh before the younger adds, "Look at us. This was our first real fight, and it was over a woman, too. Have we officially entered adulthood?"

"Shut up," he mutters though with a chuckle.

Okay, this is it. There's no way back now. Taking a deep breath, Yoongi tries to mentally and physically prepare himself for what's to come. He has no idea what he's going to say, and no idea what you're going to say, but all cards need to be on the table in order for him to restore peace in his mind.

"You should get going. It's supposed to rain soon." Namjoon eyes him. "You got this." He follows up his statement with a thumbs up in support.

In return, Yoongi solely nods – and then he runs like he's never run before in his life. Everything passes by him in a flash, from people to vehicles to buildings. He doesn't even stop at red lights crossing the street, risking getting hit by oncoming cars on multiple occasions. It's when he passes the fifth block that he notices the clouds in the sky thickening, cloaking it in a dark gray blanket. Only seconds later does it start pouring the heaviest rain in existence, the droplets colliding on the concrete surface letting out a deafening lashing sound. The temperature has plummeted at a speed record, and it's not long before Yoongi is soaked to the bone, shaking to the core.

In the distance, he can already spot your apartment complex emerging from behind the relentless rain though. The picture becomes clearer every growing second, the sight of his destination spurring him on as he doesn't yield to his tired legs. He can feel the breath being knocked out of his lungs at an excruciating rate, but there's no time to rest yet.

With one final leap, Yoongi arrives at the doorstep, ringing your doorbell once, twice, thrice, in quick succession. Luckily, the buzzing sound of the front door opening sounds shortly after, so he gathers his last bundle of strength within him, sprinting up the stairs taking two steps at a time. Fuck taking the elevator. It'll take too long.

As his foot sets on the uppermost step of the fifth floor, his head whips around in search of your apartment. He's never been here before, he realizes, only having seen your residence from outside so far. When the clanking noise of a chain being loosened resonates in his ears, he follows the sound without any second thought.

He almost collapses onto the floor, the exhaustion finally catching up to him, so he clutches the wall behind him as he waits for the door to open. Another click of the door lock has him holding his breath despite the desperate need for air.

"Yoongi, what the fuck?"

At the sight of you and the sound of your voice, a sudden surge of hysteria overcomes him, his form retreating from the wall now finding balance by your door frame. "_____, can we talk? Please, I wanna talk to you." He shudders as the words leave his lips.

With furrowed brows, you inspect him from head to toe. His usual oversized clothes are drenched in dirty rainwater and sweat, sticking to his slim physique, and his infamous blonde, fluffy locks now lay flat atop his head, droplets upon droplets cascading down his face. "Did you walk all the way here through the rain?" you ask in shock.

"Ran actually," he corrects you still out of breath, "but that's not the point."

"Why did you–"

"I really need to talk to you," he repeats. Though his sight is slightly impaired by his wet bangs, his eyes never leave yours, patiently waiting for an answer. "Please?"

You look like you're about to say something, but refrain as you firmly pull him inside by the forearm.

Yoongi now stands with his back turned to you when you silently shut the door behind him, his focus drifting to the pool of water forming on the parqueted floor beneath his feet. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, unsure if he means the damage he's currently inflicting or the one from that fateful night he hasn't been able to shake off his mind ever since. Most likely both, he concludes.

Brushing past him, you retreat to another room, and for a second he's scared he pissed you off until you return with a set of towels and some clothes. "You should take a shower first," you speak, throwing one of the towels over his shoulders.

His eyes blink at you in disbelief. "I don't need a shower. I'll be fine."

"You just ran in the cold ass rain for God knows how long." Shoving the spare change of clothes into his now dry hands, you drag him further into your apartment. "Bathroom's to the right. I'll put a hamper outside the door, so you can throw your stuff in there and I'll put them in the washer."

A heavy sigh sounds from him. "The towels are enough. I just came here to talk."

"Whatever it is, it can wait."

"They probably won't fit." His head nods towards the neatly folded fabrics in his arms.

"You're a lanky dude, don't worry."

"I really just want to–"

"For fuck's sake, Yoongi! I'm not letting you get pneumonia like this."

The male is stunned at your sudden outburst of emotion, the stern look taking over your features severely contradicting your usually friendly exterior, the volume of your voice unraveling unheard depths of your character. He's never seen you like this before, not even during the events of that night he revisits every single second he can spare. So he resorts to listening to your instructions, murmuring out a small Thank you in shame before disappearing into the bathroom.

With a loud huff, Yoongi inspects himself in the mirror, arms propped up on the ceramic of the sink. "I can't believe this is happening." Peeling the dripping pieces of clothing from his body, he strips himself bare before wrapping one of the towels around his lower half. His face contorts in disgust when he collects his clothes in his arms, rolling them up into one giant mess of soaking wet fabrics to drop in the hamper as you told him to. It only dawns on him once he's entered the shower that he gave you everything to wash – everything including his boxers. "Fuck." He facepalms himself, the water trickling across his hand emitting a splashing sound that echoes off the tiled walls.

Despite his initial protest, Yoongi can't deny that the shower did wonders as he steps out refreshed and warmed up. Drying himself off with the towels, he picks up the change of clothes you handed him, opting for the pair of blue basketball shorts first when he notices another piece lodged in between the pile. Upon further inspection, he realizes it's black boxer briefs. "What the–" he mumbles to himself in surprise, wondering where and why you got these. With a cocked eyebrow, the male ponders what to do. It would be way weirder going commando and you must have given them to him for a reason, he rationalizes, so he slides them on followed up by the shorts.

Now with only the top left, he swiftly pulls it over his torso, and as his eyes land on his reflection in the mirror, he sports an even more perplexed expression than at the secret underwear. An all-too-familiar logo stares back at him, the red circle with blue letters reading out Tune Squad atop of it eliciting a slight chuckle from the man. What are the odds, he thinks to himself before moving on to blowdry his hair.

The air is chilly in the living room when Yoongi re-enters, the severity of the situation hitting him again when he spots you perched on the couch, your head turning towards him. "Hey," he manages out, awkwardly loitering by the end of the furniture.

"Hi," you respond, a weak smirk flashing over your features. "Feel any better?"

Yoongi gives you a timid nod, and he swears another smile passes your lips.

"I put your stuff in the washer." You scoot over, motioning for him to sit down. "There's like twenty minutes left on the counter, and then it's gonna be in the dryer for another half hour."

He nods at your words. "Thank you."

"It's nothing." Momentarily averting your gaze from Yoongi, you continue, "Listen, I'm sorry if I was too harsh earlier. I know it's not my usual tone, but I was worried you were gonna get sick this way."

"Y-you were worried?" he stammers.

A light chuckle comes from you. "Of course I was. You were drenched to the core. How couldn't I be?"

Yoongi steers his head to the side in an attempt to suppress a smile. "Say," he starts again to divert the attention, "where'd you get those boxers, by the way?"

"Oh..." An awkward laugh leaves your lips. "Funny story, so uhm... This one time I walked out of class feeling weird even though it was a few days too early – if you know what I mean." You eye him for a reaction, but seeing none you carry on, "Anyway, my friend I was with at that time didn't want me to go through the rest of the day like that. He plays on the ice hockey team and packed a fresh pair for after practice later that day. He always does that."

Yoongi is unsure how to react to your words, impressed at how easily you tell such a peculiar and personal story. There's no hint of reservation behind your way of recounting this event, and it has him wondering if it's because you trust him. The idea draws another smile onto his lips.

"Long story short, he handed me his unused underwear, and I used my flannel shirt as a skirt for the rest of the day." Taking a sharp inhale, you add, "It wasn't ideal since it was early spring and super breezy, but it was all I could do at that point. I had so many classes that day I couldn't miss, and not enough time in between to go back home to change. I also felt really bad my friend had to reuse his worn boxers after practice."

The corners of Yoongi's mouth turn into a frown, your suffering from that day an uneasy image on his mind.

"You have nothing to worry about though," you elaborate at the sight of him, hands extended in front of you. "There was a barrier in between, so no contact with any blood, and I've washed them like hundreds of times. And he promised me it was a brand new pair as well. But honestly, even if it wasn't, Jungkook is the cleanliest guy around I know. He's so fickle, it actually borders on insanity."

Yoongi would have let out an amused laugh, but at the mention of your male friend he feels his heart plummet in his chest. Hearing a name somehow makes the story more tangible, and he asks himself if this Jungkook is more than just a friend to you or vice versa. On top of that, the fact that he's wearing an ice hockey player's underwear right now renders him insecure. How could he ever compete with that? "Sounds like your friend is one hell of a guy," he huffs, a weak smile stretching across his lips.

"Oh yeah," you muse, "you have no idea. Though he always had trouble getting with the ladies for some reason. I literally had to play love doctor and hook him up with my friend Lisa he had a crush on. But they're my proudest creation so far. A perfect match, if I do say so myself." A poignant hair flip emphasizes your point.

If it was any other girl, Yoongi would have left long ago without even batting an eye, but he finds you so endearing. From your endless ramblings to your random actions. He's deeply infatuated with you – yet clueless about whether the feeling is still mutual or not.

"I'm sorry, I've been spewing nonsense." With a shake of your head, you avert your attention back to him. "You said you wanted to talk about something?"

Alright, here it goes. "Yeah..." Clearing his throat, Yoongi carries on, "I talked to Namjoon earlier – about what happened the other night." He hesitates for a second, gauging your reaction. "I'm really sorry about how things went down. I never wanted you to be caught up in some sort of drama. But it ended up happening, and it's because none of us had the guts to actually tell you how we feel about you or talk to each other and clear the air between us."

You send him a solemn nod of your head. "That's true, but I also should've stepped in and not let it get that far. Especially once I realized I didn't reciprocate Namjoon's feelings but still led him on so I could stick around. We're all guilty to some extent."

"Yeah, you're right. But I also understand where you're coming from. Just know that"–Yoongi focuses on his hands fiddling with the hem of his jersey–"what you did doesn't make you a...whore." His eye twitches at the memory of that word leaving your lips as you cried tears upon tears.

The corner of your mouth curls upward ever so slightly, a few strands of hair falling into your face as you let your head drop forward.

"Anyway," the man continues, "I would hate for things to break apart, and Namjoon and I are on good terms now." His eyes catch sight of yours, maintaining contact. "I know I wasn't the most welcoming person at first, but you've become such an important part of the group. It wouldn't be the same without you anymore."

"That's..." you start hesitantly, "comforting to hear. You guys have really grown on me the past few weeks."

Nodding at your words, Yoongi bites his bottom lip. "And also..." he trails, taking a deep breath, "I still stand by what I said – about what I feel for you, I mean." Nervously running a hand through his hair, the roots still warm from blow-drying it, he adds, "And I won't hold it against you if you didn't feel the same anymore after all this trouble. I just wanted it to be out in the open for my own conscience."

It's silent for a second before you release a light chuckle. "You really are oblivious, Min Yoongi." When all he does is stare at you stupefied, you elaborate, "I said I didn't wanna meddle in your friendship, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop liking you overnight. Nothing has changed for me – not even a little bit."

He can't fight off the smile forming on his face. "Good. That's good to know." Oh my God, are things actually going well for once? Your feelings are out in the open. You're free to do whatever. "Now," he starts again, "where do we go from here?"

With an arm propped up on the backrest, you regard the man. "Hm, I dunno... Where would you like us to go?"

Yoongi's lips pull into a tight line when he looks outside the window. "I don't think we'll be able to go anywhere in that rain."

"No, you idiot!" You let out a wholehearted laugh. "What do you wanna do about us?"

"I know what you mean." A mischievous smirk creeps up on his face. "I was just making a joke."

Though you shake your head at him, you can't hide the grin growing on your features.

"Maybe we can just talk for now?" He shrugs his shoulders. "Get to know each other even better."

The smile on your face broadens, baring your teeth. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

And so you both sit there and talk until the raging storm outside slowly subsides, the clashing sound of raindrops now turning into soft thuds against the surface.

"Space Jam is one of my comfort movies," you recall, resting your head on your folded arm on the backrest. "I think I was seven the first time I watched it, and I begged my mom to get me a Lola Bunny costume for Halloween although she didn't like me wearing such an unfitting outfit for such a cold season."

Yoongi chuckles at your childhood anecdote.

"Anyway, fast forward"–with a wave of your hand you gesture to the jersey that currently covers Yoongi's torso–"this is the adult version now. Well..." You timidly bite your lip, looking off to the side. "Not the adult version, if you know what I mean. I did get one of those, too, for Halloween last year. But yeah..."

Oh shit. Okay. His mouth runs dry at the mention of a more realistic, more revealing version.

A high-pitched beeping noise pulls both of your attention to the hallway.

"I'll go get your laundry." You muster up a meek smile before springing to your feet.

Yoongi watches you disappear into the small room next to the bathroom. You probably expect him to leave now that the rain has let up, and the thought has his face falling, the smile he's been sporting ever since you two had that heart-to-heart talk faltering. He enjoys your company so much, seeing your eyes crinkle and cheeks rise in laughter at one of his jokes even when he deems them not worthy of one. He wants to be around you. He wants to be with you.

"There you go," you sing-song as you re-enter the living room with his clothes neatly stacked and folded. "Nice and warm."

Reluctantly though with unexpected energy, Yoongi emerges from his seat taking the laundry from you. "T-thank you," he stammers. When it happens, it's not on purpose, but his hands linger for a while when they brush against yours, fingers slowly gliding across your knuckles. It's such a small gesture, but it creates so much tension – on top of the already pent-up emotions. "I should get going." Please don't make me go.

"Okay." The word comes out almost in a whisper, your arms wrapping around you as if to comfort yourself.

Yoongi's eyes rest on yours intently, never straying from their intensity even when a beam of sunlight emerging from behind the clouds illuminates them. He could stare at them forever, honestly, drink them in like they're meant to be. If he could paint them, he would though he's assured not even the most skilled painter out there could do them justice.

"Alright," you start again, awkwardly rolling back and forth on the balls of your feet. "I'll see you around then?"

"Yeah," Yoongi replies, his feet slowly traipsing towards the front door. I don’t wanna go. He's almost at the door when he turns around again. "I'll see you soon."

You look like you're about to nod your head, face turned solemn when you stop mid-thought. "You don't have to go if you don't want to." Dropping your arms to your sides, you add, "You can stay for a little longer if you like–"

"Oh, thank God!" It's as if a force takes over him once the words leave your lips, fueling him with bravery because the next thing Yoongi knows is he's stalking over to you in quick steps, his arms wrapping around your waist in a blink of an eye before his mouth is on yours.

There's a split second of realization happening, a moment where he comes back to his senses – he's kissing you. He's actually kissing you. Not only that, but he kissed you out of the blue, and so far you haven't shown any sign of participation with your arms still by your sides. Oh God. Did he read the situation wrong?

He's about to break it off when he feels the pitter-patter of your fingertips dance across his bare arms, traveling upward until they rest on his shoulders. Yoongi's chest swells with pride at your reaction, and when you draw closer to him with your limbs linking behind his neck, he takes it as his go to do the same, scooting closer until you're chest to chest. You're pressed in between him and the backrest of the couch, the clothes he's been holding sliding down onto the cushion as he drops them in eagerness, his hands finding harbor on your hips instead.

Words can't describe the thoughts and sensations surging through him. The feeling exceeds all expectations, his mind heady as he's intoxicated with your taste. It's an out-of-body experience, a high or a hallucination he accepts with nothing but open arms. As if on electricity, his fingertips tingle while exploring the softness of your skin, from the side of your neck to your jaw and your cheek. He's charged with another wave of energy when your hands find their place on the nape of his neck, nails raking across the short strands of hair there. Soon after, you pull apart staring at each other with bated breaths.

"S-sorry," he stammers, creating some distance to properly look at you. "I probably should've asked first."

Your eyes narrow in a playful manner, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. "You can still ask."

"Can I..." His eyes dart from yours down to your lips and back up. "Kiss you again?"

"I think we can make that happen," you chuckle lightly.

As you look up at him in expectation with your lips curled into a sweet smile, he figures you're waiting for him to make the first move again, so he gently caresses your cheeks with both hands before cupping them, slowly pulling you into him until your lips lock once more.

They dance together in perfect harmony, a constant exchange of dominance happening, and when your tongue swipes languidly across the seam of his mouth, he grants you access to deepen the kiss. It happens involuntarily, but he hums out in satisfaction, the kiss becoming greedier by the second, and before he knows it your hands travel down to his shoulders for leverage as you hoist yourself up to climb onto the backrest of the couch. His hands follow suit, settling below your bare thighs to keep your balance.

And so you ravage each other's mouths like that, becoming more eager in your ministrations. It's not long before your kisses wander down to his jaw along the line of his neck, nestling there with fervor. To Yoongi's surprise, he's been holding up well so far, but the heavier the make-out grows, the more self-conscious he becomes. Thoughts of him and his inexperience guard his mind now – although him moaning out in pleasure when you suckle on a particularly sensitive spot would indicate otherwise. His doubts are hard to fight off though when he feels himself stiffening down south and you're right there. He has to address this before you can take things further.

"Hey..." he mumbles, moving his hands behind the bend of your knees.

"Hm?" you hum out in between kisses.

"Can I ask you something?"

Your eyes are level now as you lift your head. "Sure."

Taking a deep breath, he begins, "Does it bother you that I'm a virgin?" He bites his lip as soon as the words leave him.

"Why do you ask?" Fluttering your eyelashes at him, you probe further, "Are you planning on having sex?"

The male chokes on his saliva. "No!" Noticing your eyes narrowing at his retort, he backtracks, "It's not that I don't want to. I'm up for it if you are." He makes room for a frustrated groan. "What I'm trying to say is I dunno what I'm doing." And what I'm saying apparently.

"Yoongi," you coo, the tips of your fingers toying with the hair on the back of his head, "why would that matter to me? I like you for you and not for how good you are in bed."

The man has to suppress a sigh of relief. You're too good to be true.

"Besides," you continue, "I don't have a ton of experience either."

"You don't?" His eyes widen in surprise.

A shake of your head serves as your answer. "I only had one boyfriend before. Other than that, I'm not the type for hook-ups. Never took any interest in them." You underline your statement with a shrug of your shoulders.

Yoongi nods in understanding, his heart losing some of the heaviness it carried. He himself never got the whole hook-up culture, the idea filling him with dread. There's already a shudder running down his spine remembering having been forced into playing spin the bottle on more than one occasion. But with you – it's different. It feels right.

"So..." your voice drawls, "are you saying you would wanna have sex?"

"Yeah." His answer comes out like a pistol, sharp and resolute.

"With...me?"

"Yeah."

"Like...now?"

"...Yeah."

You regard him as if he just grew horns, but Yoongi barely has the time to respond when you suddenly lose your balance, your entire body tipping backward with a tiny yelp. His arms are fast enough to loop around your middle, but the man himself loses his footing in the process of you falling, so the two of you collide onto the couch cushion together. Your legs are tangled up with each other, his head snugly buried in the crook of your neck. There's a palpable silence lingering in the air as you both try to make sense of the comedic situation, but when you erupt into bellowing laughter underneath him, Yoongi follows your lead with a hysterical cackle of his own.

"Are you okay?" he inquires as he props himself up on his arms, watching your laughing fit with fondness.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You're out of breath when you answer, a hint of tears spilling from the corners of your eyes.

Yoongi detangles himself from your form, sliding back up the couch until his feet come into contact with the floor again. In his folded position, he grabs ahold of your middle again, pulling you back up with him into your initial position.

"Thank you," you huff, letting your legs slide down his side until you're standing. "I'm sorry, I'm such a clutz."

His hands rest on the small of your back, a smile impossible to fight off his face. He's so infatuated with you, he's about to burst at the seams. "Don't worry about it."

You look like you're deep in thought, taking a sharp inhale when you start again. "So...did you mean what you said earlier? About wanting to have sex with me?"

A nod of his head seals his answer.

"B-but this is so random, and I'm random, and y-you–"

Shutting you up with a sweet peck to your lips, Yoongi soothes your rambling mind. "You're not random. I don't wanna do it with anyone else, and I also don't wanna be with anyone else."

At that, you sport a smile that speaks volumes, levels of endearment and affection evident in it. With a chaste kiss to the corner of Yoongi's mouth, you release yourself from his grasp before taking his hand into yours.

He interlaces fingers with you, a gummy grin splayed out across his face, and then you lead him down the hallway to what he believes to be your bedroom.

The door closes behind you with a light click before you turn back around to face Yoongi. Rolling your bottom lip in between your teeth, you murmur, "So, here we are."

"Here we are," Yoongi repeats, standing at the edge of your bed. You stride over to him in slow steps, his eyes devouring every exposed inch of your arms and legs. He should be nervous – which he still is – but at the same time he has never been so sure about anything in his life before.

His hands grab you by the waist as your arms wrap around his neck. You pull him down towards you, determined yet tentative enough to create tension, and then your lips meet again in another passionate kiss. It turns heated fast thanks to the prior build-up, and through tongues and teeth you peel off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor.

Yoongi follows suit, fumbling with the hem of your tanktop before lifting it upward at a tantalizing pace. Your lips disconnect for a second to accommodate, but when he's met with your bra-clad chest his brain shuts down. Wow, okay. You're not wearing anything particularly fancy underneath, but your cleavage delicately spilling out above the cups still has him speechless.

Luckily, you catch onto his sudden blackout, clutching him by the sides as you continue kissing him. "We can stop anytime you want, by the way," you mumble against his lips, lovingly nibbling on the lower one. "No pressure whatsoever."

He furiously shakes his head at that, his hands coming up to cradle your face before engulfing you in another kiss. One of his hands moves to weave through your hair, holding you by the back of your head as he intensifies it, tongue lapping out from time to time. There's no way in hell he's going to let that chance slip from his fingers now.

As if you read his mind, you guide his other hand towards the back of your shoulder blades, helping him unclasp your bra before letting it roam around the side of your ribcage where it rests right under the curve of your boob. "Don't be shy." You smirk against his lips. "You can touch me."

Swallowing down, he follows your proposal, his hand slowly trailing upward until it cups the soft mound. Holy shit. Rolling it back and forth in between his fingers, your response comes in the form of gasps that grow more eager when he swipes his thumb across your nipple.

Your fingers glide below the waistband of his shorts, the garment falling to the floor in an instant. You repeat the same process for his boxers although there's some resistance due to the tighter fit and his boner. Once they slide past the swell of his ass though, they accompany his shorts at his feet – followed shortly by your own shorts and panties. Both pieces pool on the floor in the blink of an eye before you gently push him backward until his calves collide with the side of your bed.

At this point, Yoongi realizes he's stark fucking naked in front of you – but so are you. Holy fuck. His heart races in excitement. With an outstretched arm, he reaches for the surface behind him, his other arm wraps around your middle guiding you with him onto the bed as you straddle him. You're so lost in each other, lips locked and bodies melding together. Your heat brushes against his hard-on, the tip of it gliding back and forth in between your folds causing you both to gasp.

This is just crazy, Yoongi thinks to himself. Just yesterday, he was down in the dumps, the future of his friendship with Namjoon and you uncertain. And today, he got back both his best friend and the girl of his dreams – the latter currently maneuvering his hands down to her cheeks, humming out in satisfaction as he gently grabs a handful of each globe.

"Yoongi..." Your voice is coarse as you mewl his name. "I want you."

He mumbles against your lips, eyes barely open. "You have me."

"No," you whine with a pout, "not like that."

The man chuckles at your playfulness, peppering a small kiss onto the apple of your cheek. "Okay then." His hold around you is secure as he moves you both further onto the bed, but before he can carry on his mind starts racking – you probably need preparation. And he definitely needs skill for that. "Do you..." He trails as you look back at him in question, your striking eyes not making it any easier on him to avoid this. God, she's so beautiful. "Want me to do anything before we...do it?"

You immediately shake your head, pressing a kiss onto the corner of his lips. Gingerly, you guide one of his hands down to your center. "I'm so wet already. I can't wait any longer," you whisper into the shell of his ear.

Holy fuck. This must be a wet dream – no pun intended. Yoongi watches in awe as you glide his hand through your folds once, gathering some of the slick with his fingers.

"See?" you point out nonchalantly yet with a hint of pride.

He doesn't understand what's happening in his head, but at the sight of his fingers coated in your wetness, he can't help but bring them up to his lips, fascinated by the fact that you're this aroused for him. So he pops them into his mouth, his eyes intent on yours as he laps his tongue around them.

Your eyes turn more sinister at the sight, and something changes inside of him as well because all Yoongi can think about now is putting his mouth on you, his mind reeling from your taste. "Maybe just for a min–"

"Yes!" The word leaves you in a breathless manner, desperate yet demanding, and so Yoongi locks lips with you again, gently pushing you down onto the sheets.

It's not long before his kisses move further down across your neck to your collarbone. Once he settles on your chest, you can't contain your sounds, a single moan in the form of his name leaving you as his lips wrap around one of your nipples. With his hand he occupies the other, switching up and mirroring his movements as he either flicks his tongue and rubs his fingers across or delicately bites and pinches your pert nubs. His trail of kisses soon leads onward down the expanse of your torso, and if it weren't for the fact that you're so eagerly awaiting for him to pleasure you, he would thoroughly process the sight in front of him. You're heaven-sent, a gift he never knew he needed with the way you're spread out, wet and ready for him.

"Yoongi..." your voice pulls him out of his fantasy, so he forces himself into action before he starts getting lost in the scene.

Running a digit across your slit, Yoongi tests the waters. When his movement is met with a heady sigh, he draws closer until his face is level with your heat. Fuck, okay. Heaven has got nothing on the view before him. He gives it another shot, slowly circling the pad of his pointer finger around the entire expanse of your opening. You visibly shudder, granting him another audible sigh. "Give me pointers, please" is all he asks of you before he dives in, licking up a single stripe from bottom to top.

Your reaction is immediate, a choked-out gasp sounding from you, multiplying in quantity as he repeats the process a couple more times. "Keep going like that."

Your positive feedback spurs him on as he laps relentlessly at your core, growing more eager when your fingers card through his hair. He must be doing something right then. He watches porn from time to time and it's his only reference, but there must be some truth hiding in there. So next up, he opts for the nub on top of your slit after each lick, eliciting a high-pitched yelp from you as he encloses it with his lips.

"Fuck, Yoongi..." You're a moaning mess now, gripping the strands on the top of his head tighter. "Just like that."

The man takes huge pride in making you feel this heated, causing him to grin into your mound. Throwing small kitten licks into the repertoire, he switches between flicking your clit with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.

"Right there," you order breathlessly. "More pressure."

Yoongi obliges, putting more pressure into his ministrations to be rewarded with a slight tug on his soft tuft of hair and the loudest moans yet.

"Yeah, that's it." Your voice is coarse from the exertion. "Please, don't stop."

He would never dream of stopping in this situation, so Yoongi sticks to the same action and speed, ignoring the ache starting to settle in his jaw and how tired his tongue is getting, dead-set on giving you the release you're asking for. From the looks of it, it might be not much longer until it finally arrives.

"I'm gonna cum soon," you huff out, your hands finding refuge in the softness of your sheets now as you writhe beneath him.

Fuck, okay. No time to rest. With fervor, his hands settle around your thighs for leverage and to keep you in place as he ravages your core, his eyes focused on the rising and falling of your chest. You look and sound nothing short of a fantasy, the noises that leave your lips have him almost bust his nut on the spot. How is he going to survive the rest of the act?

"O-oh God, I'm cumming!" you then choke out, your voice croaky as your thighs tense up around Yoongi's head before thrashing around at your release.

The man is too wrapped up in the way you grind your cunt further into his face to notice he's been doing the same, dragging his cock back and forth on the bunched-up blanket below his hips. God, he's so turned on, he might explode any second.

Pulling him up by the arm, you're eagerly waiting until your eyes are level before you speak again but not before sealing your lips with his, licking the remnants of you off of him. "Your turn now," you mumble against his mouth, teasingly gnawing on his bottom lip.

At that, Yoongi's eyes shoot open. "I-I don't think I'm gonna–"

"Just for a minute?" you bargain, repeating his words from earlier.

Staring into your eyes, blown-out and hooded, he complies with a nod. How can he say no to that? Apart from that, he's more than curious to find out what a blowjob feels like – especially from you. But at the same time, concern starts settling in as he figures this is going to be the first time he's going to be intimate with someone in this sense, and you're the first pair of eyes that are going to see him in this vulnerable state. He never cared much about it before, but what if you expect more from him down there? What if he's not enough? And what if this is all going to be over in a second?

With a gentle hand on his chest, you push him down onto the sheets, snaking down the entire expanse of his silhouette. You pepper small kisses all over his skin, from his pectorals to his taut stomach down to the trail of hair leading to his dick.

He's taken aback by the time and care you take for his pleasure, hands caressing his sides, lovingly drawing circles into the skin with your thumb. There's no other way but to feel loved and comforted under your touch.

Once you've reached his length, you look up at him through your eyelashes, a hand gently wrapping around it. "Is this still okay?"

The man can't manage out more than an enthusiastic nod, and with that, you stroke him in a slow up and down motion, your lips kissing his leaking tip before closing around it.

Holy shit, okay. His mouth falls agape at the foreign contact, a barely audible gasp leaving him. You're so wet and warm covering him like a blanket, so contrary to his previous concern, his fingers card through your locks in support fast enough as you swallow him further. "Fuck," he voices out his thoughts this time, another string of curses coming from him when your movements become faster.

You seem to enjoy yourself, the sparkle in your eyes and the muffled moans a sure indicator, but the audiovisual of your tongue lapping around him while your meticulously manicured hand covers the rest threatens an early end.

Releasing him with a pop sound, you seek eye contact. "Does it feel okay?" The inquiry comes out almost as a whisper, the exertion evident on your features.

"M-more than okay," he breathes out as your hand still strokes him in swift motions.

At that, you break out into a small smile before diving back down, swallowing him whole while your tongue laves over the prominent vein traveling from the bottom to the tip.

This contrast of images has Yoongi in a chokehold, that innocent little smile paired with this sinful action right after – it's heaven and hell at the same time. "O-okay," Yoongi groans out, eagerly guiding you back on top of him as his patience starts wearing thin. "That was a minute."

"Yeah, you're right." You chuckle at his antics, placing a small kiss on the apple of his cheek. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

He watches you stretch across the side of your bed, your hand reaching out for the handle of your nightstand drawer as you rummage for a while before pulling out a square, tin-foiled package.

"Are you sure you still...wanna do it?" Your eyes rest on his, your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth. "I mean it’s kind of a big deal for you..."

Yoongi senses your hesitation, the constant fiddling of your thumb along the toothed edge of the condom package a clear hint. Stopping your mindless fidgeting, he takes ahold of your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as the small square plops onto his abdomen with a rustling sound. "I still want to. Do you?"

You look down at him from your straddling position, his erection prodding into the flesh of your bottom. Humming out in confirmation with a bright smile on your face, you tighten the grip on his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before shuffling down his body.

He follows your movements with hawkeyes, from the way your fingers delicately rip open the package to the same ones slowly rolling down the latex onto his cock. A small hiss leaves his lips at the contact, his eyelids fluttering close for a split second. When he opens them again, your heat is already hovering above him.

"Are you ready?" A nod of his is all you need to finally sink down onto him, taking him inch by inch.

Holy fuck. How is he going to survive this?

"Is everything good?" you inquire, your hands rubbing comforting circles into his sides.

Good would be a word to describe it though not quite the truth either. In fact, it would be an understatement and an exaggeration at the same time considering how your warm walls engulf him so tightly that he can't form coherent thoughts – his entire brain power is spent on not cumming on the spot. "Y-yeah," Yoongi huffs out along with an incredulous chuckle.

"I'll be gentle," you inform him before your lips tug into a small smile, and then you slowly but surely start swiveling your hips in a back and forth motion to test the waters.

His reaction is immediate, a grunt resounding in his chest which he transfers outward when you produce a similar sound.

Your mouth falls agape with a plethora of gasps escaping you, rocking back and forth at a faster pace once Yoongi's hands search for refuge on your hips. With his help, you soon settle for a rhythm that has you both satisfied, turning the two of you into a moaning mess.

"Fuck..." He's at a loss for words besides the occasional curse, his eyes transfixed on your figure moving so effortlessly atop of him. It's still beyond him how he got himself in this position since he had no intention of getting involved romantically like...ever. He has no regrets though. This is where he wants to be – with you.

A bright grin graces your lips as you watch him drown deep in his thoughts. "Does it feel good?"

He mirrors your mien with a gummy smirk of his own. "Yeah, pretty fucking good actually." His hands explore your territory, traveling down towards the curve of your ass before sliding back up your sides. They halt under the swell of your breasts where his eyes stay fixated on his thumbs digging into the curve underneath. God, she's so gorgeous, he thinks to himself.

You let out a light chuckle at his hesitating state. "Don't hold back." Laying your hands atop of his, you guide them towards your globes, supporting him by giving them a gentle squeeze. "I know you want to."

Shit, okay. How can you say such things while wearing the most innocent of smiles? Without spending another thought, he complies by rolling the mounds in the palm of his hands, the pads of his fingertips grazing the little pebbles hardening under his touch.

His actions grant a reaction from you as you fall forward, an arm resting beside his head on the bed while the other plants on the wall above the headboard. Grinding harder into him, your mewls grow louder which in turn render Yoongi more eager in his touch.

Wrapping an arm around your middle, he draws you down closer to him until your chest ends up right in front of his face. You look downright delectable from this angle, your breasts bouncing and a sheen of sweat forming in between them. So Yoongi leans forward, catching one of them in his mouth, lovingly nibbling on your nipple as he sucks it in.

"Fuck, Yoongi!" you gasp out, picking up the pace of your thrusts.

He switches over to the other one while his hand travels towards the side of your neck, trailing further upward to cup your cheek. Releasing your pert nipple with a loud pop sound, his mouth moves along the expanse of your chest, his kisses following the line of your clavicle as he drags you down before he does the same to your neck.

You're basically breathing into his ear, heavy pants passing through your parted lips as you ride him harder, no rest for you in sight anytime soon.

Yoongi catches on to your physical exertion, pulling your face towards his to place a sweet peck onto your lips. "Do you want me to take over?" he asks, unsure of what that would entail for him. But you've been doing so great for him, so he wants to learn and return the favor.

"Are you okay with that?" you probe, slowing down your pace as you inspect him.

The man hums out a positive response, planting another chaste kiss onto your lips before deepening it, his hand carding through the strands on the back of your head to hold you there.

The kiss causes you to halt the movements of your hips, your form sitting still atop of him as you comply with his action, your own hands searching for a place on his shoulders.

Yoongi's entire focus is on you and the softness of your lips, so he doesn't notice your walls dragging upward on his length in slow motion until you're separated, a silent hiss leaving you at the loss of contact.

His hand is on your hip when you climb off of him to lie down, gently guiding you onto the surface. Your eyes stay set on his for the entire duration until you lay flat on your back, your stare now fleeting towards the spot where you used to be connected.

It's somewhat of an intimidating yet exhilarating feeling for Yoongi. He's unsure of what to do, having never been in this situation before, but when you look up at him with a small smile and an equally small nod of your head, he's certain everything is going to be okay. You've been beyond loving and patient for him so far, so he takes it upon himself to please you now, slowly burying himself back in between your folds.

Your mouth falls agape at the intrusion, a small gasp drawing out of you until he has fully entered you.

It hasn't been long, but Yoongi is already sure he's not going to grow tired of the sight of you like this anytime soon. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm," you reply, your eyes shutting close for a second before fluttering open again. "You can keep going."

Following your order, he props himself up on his forearms. His face is right above yours, and after placing a quick peck onto the apple of your cheek, he proceeds to pound into you, gradually picking up his pace.

Your pants become higher-pitched and quicker in succession, so when you pull Yoongi's lips onto yours they can still be heard as a muffled sound.

The kiss turns more heated as you wrap your legs around his middle, pressing him flush to your naked form. This doesn't make things easier for Yoongi at all. To his surprise, he's been able to manage well, but the sensation of your thighs around his hips and your tongue wrestling with his all while moaning out at his ministrations serves as a difficult task to keep his composure.

Pulling apart from the kiss, you inspect the man above you. "Are you close?"

It takes him a moment to think about how to answer. He's dangerously close to his release, but he doesn't want to disappoint you as he enjoys watching you writhe and whimper under him.

Before he can give you an affirmative answer, you take the words right out of his mouth. "It's okay, babe."

Babe. You just called him babe. The idea of a pet name always had him almost throw up in his mouth, but hearing you call him such an endearing term without even having settled on where your relationship is headed fills him with hope. Maybe you're actually going to be boyfriend and girlfriend after this? He would very much like that.

A particularly hard thrust of his hips has you moaning out louder than before, your face scrunching up tightly before softening again. "Oh, fuck!"

The audiovisual of you beneath him like that has the core in his stomach tightening, so incredibly tight that Yoongi thinks he might burst at the seams. "Shit! Okay." And with that, the knot finally tears as he releases spurt upon spurt into the condom. His face finds harbor in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perspiring skin.

The two of you remain in this position with Yoongi riding out his high though overstimulation starts creeping its way into his nervous system. He's certain he's never felt this fucking good in his entire life. Not even when he won the national basketball tournament back in high school after excruciating training sessions and an infinite number of mishaps during those.

"Hey..." your voice pulls him out of his delirious state. "Are you still with me?"

He musters you through hazy eyes. "Yeah..." His vision travels across your face, taking in the fucked-out condition of your features. Your lips are swollen from all the kissing, your lids heavy and your hair a mess. Remembering the situation you were in just mere seconds ago, a rush of realization suddenly takes over him. "You haven't finished yet," he murmurs out.

"Oh..." You lick your lips. "It's fine. You already took care of me–"

You can barely conclude your thought when Yoongi carefully unsheaths himself from you, laying down on his side where he rests his head on his propped-up hand. He already misses the feeling of being inside of you, but hopefully there will be another opportunity for that soon. His hand traverses the expanse of your torso before resting above your core. "Help me out here, please."

"Okay," you comply without hesitation, the single word coming out as a whisper.

Your eyes are trained on his digits when he inches his middle and ring finger through your slit, collecting some of your essence before entering.

There's an immediate response from you, a lewd moan leaving your lips as you throw your head back further into the feathery pillow.

Plunging deeper into your pussy, Yoongi soon finds a rhythm that has you keening under his touch, your hand grabbing ahold of his wrist in desperation as he repeatedly drags his fingers in and out of you. His gaze has been fixated on his hand disappearing in between your thighs this entire time, he doesn't notice yours lingering on him until he turns his head, meeting your eyes filled with lust and want. The image is so intimate, the two of you never straying your vision from the other. It has Yoongi remembering the times when your eyes would meet though the distance in between you was inevitable. There were always worlds separating you, emotionally and physically – but not anymore.

Your grip around his wrist tightens, angling his hand in a different manner so that the palm of it snaps into your clit with every thrust. "Shit! That's it."

Yoongi watches your eyelids flutter shut as you lose yourself in the feeling, so he heightens the sensation for you by bending forward and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, suckling on it lightly.

There's an increase of volume to your moans, added by another string of profanities. Your hand cards through his sweaty locks, holding him by the back of his head. "I'm gonna cum soon."

Though Yoongi fears this whole act might leave him with carpal tunnel syndrome, he never lets up the pace of his hand, making sure his angle hits your clit just right. He can already sense your walls tightening around his digits, clenching for a split second before loosening again.

You gently pull him by the hair, guiding him towards your face as your hand travels down to his jaw. Your eyes are level again, staring into each other's depths before you pull him down towards your lips. The kiss is somewhat messy from the movement of Yoongi's hand, but it's passionate and hungry nonetheless.

Yoongi feels your lips part from his, and he ends up watching you from above again, admiring the way your brows twitch together and the corners of your mouth curl upward into a smirk.

"Okay, I'm cumming," you announce breathlessly, your smile shifting into an o-shape.

Holy fuck. The intensity of your pussy clenching around his fingers drives him insane. It's beyond anything he could imagine. That, along with your back arching off of the mattress and your legs locking around his hand, has his mind reeling. What would it feel like if you came around his cock? Oh my God.

"Oh God," your voice brings him back to reality. "That was..." You're unable to finish your sentence, an exhausted yet excited chuckle escaping you. "That was something."

"A good something?" Yoongi inquires with a cocky quirk of his eyebrow, slowly extracting his fingers from your cunt.

Letting out a loud huff, you run a hand through your tangled strands. "Yeah, no joke."

With a nonchalant nod of his head, he inspects the slick covering his fingers. "Okay, good." It was hot actually – beyond hot. He still can't believe he could have that kind of effect on you. Licking his fingers clean, he immediately relishes the taste but also regrets his action at the same time. He needs to stop doing that shit or else he's going to pounce on you again.

From his peripheral view, Yoongi can see your eyes set on his every move, so when he turns back to you, you take him by surprise as you immediately draw him in for a kiss. There's a fair amount of tongue involved, but it remains sweet and demure all the same. Once you pull apart, you lovingly pat his cheek. "Go clean up."

You press one last kiss to his other cheek before he climbs off the bed, sauntering towards the hallway down to the bathroom. It's gotten significantly colder, another storm brewing among the clouds when suddenly the first droplets of heavy rain can be heard in the distance again. Once in the bathroom, Yoongi checks his appearance in the mirror. His hair is disheveled, blonde streaks sticking up in every direction, and his cheeks and lips are rosier than usual, taking on a similar shade of pink as the blotches all over his neck. He just had sex with you – his first time at that. "Fuck." The curse comes out in disbelief as he carefully peels the condom off his dick, disposing of it in the trash.

When Yoongi returns to your room, you're already wrapped up in your blanket, longingly looking outside the window with half-lidded eyes. "Uh..." he starts, awkwardly standing in the doorframe.

Your head turns at the sound of his voice, a pleased smile forming on your face as you lift up the blanket patting the empty space beside you.

With a low chuckle, he makes his way over to the bed, slowly climbing in next to you. He's engulfed in comforting warmth as you both watch the drizzling rain outside, the droplets clashing against the cold glass.

It's silent for a long time when you speak up again. "People usually don't like rain, but I find it the most soothing when it's at its worst. It always helps me sleep better."

Yoongi nods at your words. "It's the same for me."

In your position, you turn on your side to face him, an arm propped up on the pillow to support your head. "How are you feeling?" you question, your eyes studying him with care.

A gummy grin appears on his features. If only I could put it into words. "Great."

"Just great?" you inquire with a raised eyebrow.

He repeats, his grin growing wider, "Just great."

"Okay." Letting out a light chuckle, you rest your head on your folded arm. "I think I understand."

At that, Yoongi can't suppress the giggle leaving his lips. You're really a dream come true, catching onto his thoughts without him having to reveal much.

"Do you feel any different at all?" you probe further, fixing a strand of hair Yoongi missed earlier.

It comes involuntarily, a loud cackle resounding from Yoongi. "Am I supposed to develop superpowers or something?"

"No, you idiot," you whine with a pout, hitting the man lightly on his biceps to which he reacts with another chuckle. "I mean emotionally – about us."

The space in between his brows furrows. "Why would I feel any different about us?"

"I dunno." Humming out in thought, you roll onto your back, gaze averting to the ceiling. "I guess I still can't comprehend you're actually into me."

"Why would you think that?" His tone is laced with concern. Did he do something wrong? He thought everything was okay. What happened?

"It's just..." you stall, rolling your bottom lip in between your teeth. "You are you, and I am me. You know? We're so fundamentally different. You're cool as a cucumber, and I'm all over the place. I never thought you'd like me like that."

Yoongi looks at you in confusion. He didn't know you were harboring the same worries as him, and if it wasn't for the fact that the two of you just committed one of the most significant acts of trust he wouldn't be sure how to respond now. "Hey." He catches your attention, grabbing ahold of your skittish hand that's tugging at the seam of the blanket, interlacing his fingers with yours. "I like you because you're so different from me." At that, you finally meet his eyes, so he continues, "You were willing to get to know the real me and not just this moody, closed-off image that people tend to stick with. You were open enough to see me for who I really am. I know I always preach this I don't care attitude, but..." The words trail off his tongue, the idea of revealing such personal thoughts to you for the first time rendering him anxious. "It feels pretty damn good to be understood."

His heart almost beats out of his chest as you solely stare at him, and seconds pass before you break the silence along with an upward curl of your lips. "I'm glad I could do that for you."

It somehow comes naturally to him, but Yoongi pulls your hand towards his lips, sending a light peck to the back of it. Everything is brand new to him yet it feels like he's done it a hundred times before, so comforted and assured in your presence. "If anything"–he lets out a sigh–"I should be wondering what you're doing with a grumpy old man like me."

You scoff with a slight shake of your head, a smile following shortly. "I thought we already established you're more than that."

A simple shrug of his shoulders serves as his reply.

"Is this your way of telling me you wanna hear nice things said about you, too?" With your hands still intertwined, you move them to lightly poke his cheek, stretching out your pointer finger.

Another shrug of his shoulders – this time with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Alright," you chuckle, turning back onto your side. "You're more than meets the eye, and that intrigues me. You possess so much love and care for the people close to you – no matter how much their personalities might clash with yours – in your unique kind of way, and you stand by that. I think that's really attractive."

Yoongi can't help but look at you in admiration, a spark in your eyes as you list all of his qualities.

"Yes, you might be mysterious," you continue in a heartbeat, "but you're like an open book when it comes to something you're passionate about. It's clear in your eyes because they have so much fondness in them – not to mention they're also insanely pretty."

When he watches you, Yoongi might experience said fondness in his stare. He can't help but want to dote on you now.

"And also"–your gaze lingers on his hand enclosing yours–"I have a thing for nice hands."

"Oh yeah?" A smirk stretches across his face.

You nod, rubbing your thumb over a prominent vein raking across his knuckles. "And I also"–shuffling closer to him, your eyes lock with his–"have a thing for nice lips."

His tongue laps out, wetting them. "Do you?"

A low hum leaves you, and then you close the distance, lips pressing against each other in a languid kiss.

Yoongi doesn't think he's ever going to get tired of this. He's like putty in your hands, your interlocked limbs lodged in between your transpiring chests mimicking how close he holds you to his heart. With his other hand, he trails a line along the underside of your jawline, cupping your chin to deepen the kiss.

It's not long before you break it off, grinning against his lips. "You're a really good kisser, by the way."

At that, a puff of air escapes him, brushing across your cheek.

"I'm serious," you encourage him. "Your lips are so soft, but your hands are rough. It's kinda hot, actually."

He laughs at that, a wholehearted laugh that echoes off the walls. You're one of a kind. "You're a charmer – and also not too bad yourself."

"Also," you continue, "I can't believe this was your first time. Like it seems impossible after all that."

The man loses himself in another fit of laughter. You seriously need to stop fueling his damn ego. "It's true though."

"Liar."

"Nope."

"It makes no sense."

"I did my best. That's all."

"Oh, that you did." A dark chuckle passes your lips. "I'm not gonna lie – I like that bold side of yours."

"Don't get used to it." Before you can barge in another smart remark, Yoongi places a chaste kiss on the apple of your cheek, As he regards you with intent, he gently brushes your tousled hair behind your ear. "We did things kinda backwards, didn't we?"

"What do you mean?"

"We straight-up jumped into things – which I don't regret, so don't take this the wrong way. But it all happened so fast." The man pauses, watching your chest rise and fall as you laugh at his antics. "I didn't even have the chance to properly look at you. Like–" Lifting up the blanket, he's met with your naked frame, soaking in the lines of your body like a sponge. "–holy fuck!"

Now it's your turn to erupt into bellowing laughter. "You're an idiot." You send a playful jab to his chest.

"No, but for real." He drops the blanket back into place. "I'm new to all of this, relationships and dates and stuff. But I want to try it – with you. I really do like you, _____."

"I like you, too, Yoongi." Placing a gentle peck on the back of his hand, you elaborate, "So much."

"Okay, cool." He can't fight off the gummy grin forming on his face. His heart is soaring, leaping into unknown dimensions. He should feel scared entering untouched territory, but with you he feels safe. He feels right. "So, what now?"

"Hm..." Peering outside the window, you proceed, "It doesn't look like the rain is gonna let up anytime soon, so I guess you're gonna be stuck with me here for a little longer."

"Ah, what a shame." Sarcasm drips off his tongue as he drags you on top of him, a tiny squeal escaping you. "Guess we have to find something else to do then."

You catch onto his drift, head dropping down to engulf him in a deep kiss before pulling apart again. His member already hardens though if you notice it you don't mention it. "I need a pit stop first – pee, clean up – and then I'm all yours."

Yours. Yoongi likes the sounds of that.

"Are you hungry at all?"

He's fighting the urge to reply with a lame joke about being hungry for you though his grin might give him away. "Starving, actually."

"By the way"–slowly sliding off of him though one leg stays still draped across his body, you muster him with warm eyes–"this gives me an idea. I think I know why we work so well, and I need to see if I'm right."

Looking at you in confusion, Yoongi lets you continue nonetheless.

"What's your take on pineapple on pizza?"

It doesn't take long for him to respond. "I like it."

"Okay, how about raisin bread?"

He nods without much thought. "Also okay with that."

"Seafood?" you pry further, your head resting on your propped-up hand.

"Namjoon is the biggest seafood antagonist, but I don't get why."

"I know, right?" you blurt out. "Things would've never worked out with him." As you squint down at the man below you, you catch sight of him trying to suppress laughter. "Don't tell him I said that."

Yoongi watches you fondly, endeared by your weird antics. He could spend the rest of the day with you like this, he concludes.

"Soft or hard peaches?" you continue your interrogation.

"Easy," he hums out confidently, his hand wandering down to grab a handful of your ass. "Both. I don't discriminate."

As you let out a flustered chuckle, you shake your head at his move. "You're lame, but you're right. They each have their pros and cons."

He spanks your cheek lightly, causing you to gasp. Don't get used to it my ass. Yoongi enjoys catching you off-guard.

"Okay, last one – and probably the most important one." You make room for a dramatic pause. "Crunchy or mushy cereal?"

His eyebrows turn into squiggly lines. "Mushy."

"Oh?" Your lips take on a circle shape. "Is this where we part ways?"

"What, why?" Yoongi pouts, sounding more desperate than he intends to. "Kendrick Lamar says it has to be soggy. A 60:40 soggy to crunchy ratio, to be exact."

"Who are you going to agree with? Kendrick or your potential girlfriend?"

Girlfriend. His brain rewires as soon as the word leaves your lips. Did you really just call yourself his girlfriend? Well, potential girlfriend. Talk about catching off-guard. "Y-you, of course," he gulps.

"Good boy." You playfully pat his cheek, pecking his lips. "I'll see what I can find in the kitchen."

This is an entirely new ballpark for Yoongi – the pet names, the compliments, the display of affection. He's still in awe when you finally set foot on the floor, even more so as you stand tall in your bare form.

"Do you want music?"

"That'd be nice actually."

"Anything else?"

The male ponders for a second, the edges of his eyebrows rising further into his forehead. "Maybe you in that Lola costume?"

"You're such an idiot."

Yoongi falls flat onto the couch, face-planting into one of the throw pillows. "Remind me to never play again when it's like 80 degrees outside."

"You never learn, do you?" Seokjin peers over at his roommate, one leg propped up on his thigh as he picks up a slice of mango from the small plate in his hand, practically swallowing the piece whole. "It's not the first time you say that."

The air hangs heavily in the room, sticky and thick, a few open windows contributing next to nothing to a – very much needed – natural air circulation.

"Yeah, but this time I mean it." The words come out as a muffled mess, the younger one's face still buried in the soft cushion when he feels several light taps on his butt.

"Come on, get up. You have guests around."

With a tired groan, he pulls himself into an upright position, reaching out for the person who disturbed his peace yet whose voice he loves so much. "You're not a guest though. You pretty much live here."

"She's talking about us, dude," Hoseok chimes in from the other couch, chugging almost half of his Sprite in one go.

Shooting a deadpan expression Hoseok's way, Yoongi explains, "You're barely guests either. You hang out here every other day."

The younger one doesn't respond to his friend's attitude, already used to it after two long decades of friendship.

Yoongi's eyes soften again as they land on the foreign yet well-known hands he's holding, pulling the person attached to them down onto his lap.

"Ah, you're all sweaty!" you whine, wriggling from side to side in Yoongi's grip as his arms remain wrapped around you.

"No, lemme hold you!"

"Take a shower first!"

"Usually you don't care."

"Okay, but today I do."

Your quarrel continues for a little longer when Hoseok clears his throat. "It's like you guys traded places."

As you give up and finally settle down in your lover's lap, you regard the man on the other side. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Hoseok sets his empty can down on the coffee table, leaning in closer, "not in a million years would I have imagined this dude"– his finger points at Yoongi–"to be so lovey-dovey with someone, and you, on the other hand, to be the opposite."

"Are you saying I'm soft?" Your boyfriend speaks up, his eyes narrowed into thin slits.

Hoseok nods his head, picking up a slice of watermelon from the plate in front of him.

Looking down at the male whose fingers are still interlocked with yours, you sport a bright beam. "Aw, babe. He says you're soft for me." You unclasp your hands to poke his cheeks only to cup them instead when he tries to escape. Ultimately, Yoongi stops fighting against your touch, letting you press a light kiss onto his lips.

He can't help it, the way his cheeks flush a light shade of pink and a hint of a gummy smile takes over him, so he sends a quick peck onto your bare shoulder before hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

"Did I miss anything?" Namjoon joins the rest of you in the living room, one of his hands occupying a cold beer while the other carries a six-pack composed of the same ones.

"Yoongi is soft," you announce gleefully, uncaring of how your words could be perceived.

Namjoon's eyes widen at your statement, and on the recliner next to you, Seokjin chokes on a piece of mango. It takes him a good ten seconds to come down from his coughing fit. "Can we please"–one last cough comes to the surface–"stop saying people are soft without giving any further context?"

"I don't even think I wanna know at this point," Namjoon grumbles, setting down the six-pack on the coffee table before crashing onto the cushion next to Hoseok.

Shrugging your shoulders, you rest your head atop your boyfriend's. "By the way," turning to the youngest, you interrogate him, "how are things going with Kris?" A mischievous smile stretches across your face.

"Oh..." Namjoon scratches the nape of his neck, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "I don't wanna say too much, but I think things are going great." His smile is impossibly wide although it's evident he's trying to suppress it to the best of his abilities. "Thanks again for introducing us."

"You're welcome. And from what I've heard–"

"Did she say anything?" Namjoon interrupts you, enthusiasm written all over him.

You crack a small smile at his antics. "Well, lemme just put it this way – she wouldn't say no to taking the next step."

The eldest lets out another light cough. "What's with all the sexual innuendos today?"

Mustering Seokjin with disbelief in your features, you clarify, "I meant asking her to be his girlfriend. Where's your head at, dude?"

"He hasn't gotten laid in a while," Hoseok states nonchalantly. "Do you have more friends you can hook us up with?"

"Yah! You're just as deprived, if not more."

"That's why I said us, man. Calm down."

With a shake of your head, you divert your attention back to Namjoon, drowning out the chaos in the background. "Anyway, I'm glad things are working out between you two. I think you'd make a cute couple."

"Agreed." Namjoon smiles with a small nod of his head. "All of this trouble had one good thing coming out of it at least – well, two." His hand motions towards you and Yoongi.

At the mention of the past events that changed the trajectory of some for you, Yoongi wakes up from his mental slumber. When he peers up at you, you're already looking at him with a fond smile.

"Yeah." Your smile grows in size. "I'm pretty happy with the way things turned out at the end." Unfurling your arm from around Yoongi's shoulders, you lean forward to grab a beer can, opening it with a crack sound as you plop back onto his lap.

His arms immediately find their way back around your waist again, holding onto you tightly despite your initial protest about his sweaty state. Namjoon has seemingly started engaging in conversation with the other two, so your boyfriend has your undivided attention now. "Can I have some, too?" he asks as he watches you sip on the drink. When you bring the can to his lips, he sports a pout. "That's not what I meant."

With a roll of your eyes yet a contradicting smirk, you bend down as you press your lips against his for a fleeting kiss.

"One more?" he pleads.

You comply with a chuckle.

"...One more?"

"And you're trying to tell us"–you give him another peck–"you're not soft."

"Shut up." His signature gummy grin appears at the thought of how infatuated he is with you. It's been a roller coaster full of new discoveries and experiences, but looking at you Yoongi realizes as long as you're there he would do it all over again.

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raggaraddy · 3 years ago

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Intruders.

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: Another long one. This one doesn't have so much of the worried reaction, cause I wrote it to fit the Mafia! Jungkook character. It's still fun though ^-^ Thanks again for the request. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Jimin

Taehyung

Summary: When a loose end breaks into Jungkooks house with guns drawn, you get a first-hand lesson that maybe Jungkook isn't as invulnerable as you had thought.

Trigger Warnings: Graphic violence, gun usage, blood, murder.

Jungkook

Mafia! Jungkook

Fighting to get free, you're kicking your legs. Squirming. Squealing as you shove your hands against Jungkook's chest, pushing him back as hard as you can. Tears starting to fill your eye line.

"Stop, stop, stop," you shout, with no effect. Struggling harder.

"Admit it!" He yells back, a smile on his face.

"Never," You scream. Not able to hold it back anymore. Your screech morphs into forceful laughter as Jungkook continues to tickle you. Your cheeks aching from how widely you're smiling. Your sides hurting as you keep thrashing for release.

"Admit I could beat up the Hulk, and I'll let you go." He insists again, pressing you down with a massive grin.

"Okay, okay!" You squeal, finally conceding. Groaning in relief, when his fingers stop tickling your stomach. Your limbs dropping down to rest. "You could totally kick the Hulk's ass." You chuckle, rolling your eyes.

"Damn right I could!" He bursts into laughter also. Easing back with a sigh now that he no longer has to hold you still. Neither of you phased by the movie that started the debate still blaring in the background.

Roughly you punch your fist into his chest, intentionally knocking the air out of him. Taking advantage while he is caught off guard to push him flat onto the carpet beside you. Straddling his lap, you lean over him pinning his arms to the floor before he has a chance to argue. Not that you think he would. The fun-filled smile doesn't leave his face for a moment. Completely amused by you, while you try your best to put on an intimidating act. Trying to stop yourself from smiling again.

"Jeon Jungkook. You cheated." You playfully scold, "And if you can't have a grown-up discussion, then you can't do other grown-up things either." You accentuate your point by grinding down. Feeling his hips push up as you tease him. Lifting up right away, shaking your head as you remove the contact. "Nah uh. Cheaters don't get that." You smirk.

"Don't be mean just cause I won." He runs his tongue inside his cheek. His gaze showing desire and a want for you to continue. But you're not done toying with him.

"You didn't win." You poke your tongue out, rocking your hips a single time more, "Confessions under duress are not admissible anyway."

"No, but it's good leverage to have." He answers a little too honestly and without thinking. Not entirely talking about your play fight anymore.

Chuckling awkwardly, you shake off the train of thought that wants to evaluate what he just said. Not wanting to let your mind remember that part of him right now. Trying instead, to return to your spirited banter. But he gets in before you.

"Nope," He easily breaks out and overpowers your hold wrapping his arm around your waist, carrying you as he stands up. "you admitted I'm stronger than the Hulk, and I'm never gonna let that go." Bending down, he throws you over his shoulder, slapping your ass to tease you back.

His shoulder digging into your gut stops you from taking a full breath or making a snippy comeback. So you slap his ass in retaliation instead.

"Come on Kitten, you have to give me a prize for winning." He purs suggestively, carrying you out of the living room into the foyer.

He's going to take you upstairs, but you don't make it to them before both of your heads snap towards the entrance. A flurry of gunshots exploding just beyond the front door. The commotion silencing as quickly as it started.

Jungkook slings you off his shoulder. Becoming another person in an instant. Purely focused. Opening the coat closet, he pulls a Glock from his jacket.

"Get upstairs, now." He barks.

You don't have to be asked twice, running to the stairs. Gasping as the garage door next to the steps opens, two hooded men storming in with guns drawn. Jungkook reacts quickly, firing past you. Shooting one of them, missing the second who ducks instead of firing back.

At the same time, blowing open to the left of you, the front door is kicked in. Swinging wide, four more masked men rush the house. Firing rapidly and wildly. Scarcely missing Jungkook who is moving preemptively and is 3 steps ahead. Running forward he shoots the second man in front of you. Grabbing your arm, dragging you over their dead bodies into the garage with him.

Shutting you in just as bullets explode through the wood door at your back.

Jungkook forces you to keep up, throwing you behind the car. The automatic shots continuing to decimate. The four-wheel-drive being the only thing that keeps either of you from getting shot.

Panting and on the verge of tears, you're crouched beside Jungkook. Watching him, waiting to react to anything he says. Knowing he is all that stands between you and death. But also knowing that with him in this mindset he could do just as much damage to you as one of those other men might.

The gunfire stops. Distorted voices shouting behind the door's remains. Jungkook cautiously raises up, leaning over the hood. He lines up a shot as the door opens warily, taking down another of them. Slouching behind the car as a new wave of bullets comes in response.

In front of you, the shelves covered in storage boxes and the workbench full of tools is ripped to shreds. Things erupting in every direction. Covering you in debris.

Pulling his phone from his pocket he shoves it in your lap.

"Call the first number!"

Your brain is stalling, your hands are shaking, but you follow the order as best as you can. The way your fingers are vibrating making it so much harder.

"What's up Boss?" You can hear the faint sound of his first lieutenant, as the firing ceasing again. Jungkook snatches the phone, speaking lowly and calmly.

"My house is breached and we're under fire. At least 3 guys. Semi-autos. We're held up in the garage and I've got maybe 15 rounds left." He passes the information over precisely. Remaining organized and in control.

"We're 10 out," the first confirms back, yelling orders to people on his end of the phone.

Your head jolts towards the garage door as it heavily clunks, starting to lift along the tracks. Exposing you on two sides.

"Fuck," Jungkook exclaims. "We don't have 10 minutes."

He stands, staying low. Opening the car door, tossing the phone in, followed by you. Your limbs hitting everything as you try to keep up with his pace. Making it onto the seat in an awkward heap.

"Stay down," he growls, slamming it, sealing you in. You're ahead of him this time, already kneeling under the steering wheel. Pressing your chest and head into the seat as flat as possible.

Inside the car, you can only hear the sounds of blasts for a few moments. Heavy things being thrown in every direction amid tense silences.

Outside the car, Jungkook fires off 3 shots, aiming for the legs he sees as the garage opens. The angle is wrong, and he doesn't hit them. Having to retreat back. Throwing the workbench down, using it as a meagre form of barricade. Blocking himself into the corner, hunched behind it. It's barely wide enough to protect him at the front and on the side. The height of the desk only just covering his head. He aims over the bench, hoping to keep the front two from coming in with suppression fire.

However, his attempt is unsuccessful. As he raises up, a bullet wings his right arm. Involuntarily dropping his gun, he shouts in pain. The Glock falling on the wrong side of the table.

It only takes him a second to compose himself, lunging over to pick up the weapon. But it's a second too late.

One of the men charges from inside the house. Booting the table into Jungkook, throwing him off balance. Holding him at gunpoint as he hits the floor.

Briefly, you see the other two men through the window as they pass the car. You're too terrified to move. Your hand cupped over your mouth, muffling the panicked breathes and whimpers that you can't hold in.

Working as a unit, one of the men clears the table out of the way, another picks up Jungkook's gun, while the third ushers him out of the corner and onto his feet, keeping the sights tightly fixed on him.

Getting in his face, the lead man removes his balaclava. Seething hate filling his expression. "You remember me?"

While he isn't going to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, Jungkook is certainly perturbed by the reveal.

It was nearly 5 months ago that he had ordered this man and his family killed. It drew far too much attention when he refused a deal Jungkook made him. So an example has to be set. The man's wife, two children and his visiting brother were murdered in the gruesome display. And Jungkook was told that the man standing in front of him now was also killed. But it seems the men charged with the hit got complacent. They didn't confirm the kill.

Mentally, Jungkook was already recalling the four men on task. If he made it out of this they were going to suffer greatly for their mistake.

Seeming infuriated by Jungkook's lack of fear and stoic glowering, the unmasked man slams his fist into the Mafia King's face. Shouting as he does.

Methodically, the three intruders begin to tear Jungkook apart. He put's up a fight as best as he can, but the men are trained and three against one isn't fair odds in this situation. Knocking him between them, they strike with their knees, fists, feet, hurting him in any way they can manage. Beating him into the ground. Pulling him back onto his knees whenever he drops back or falls forward.

Biting your palm you're trying to stop yourself from crying out as you sob into your hand. You can hear the hits. The thumps from him being tossed around. His groans of pain. The slough of abuse they spit at him while they work him over. Cursing him. Mocking him.

Suddenly, the car door jerks open. One of the masked men dragging you out by your hair. Making you produce an ear-shattering scream. One he silences with a fist to the face. Your body collapsing, slapping into the concrete.

Groaning in pain, your sobs can no longer be restrained. Loudly bawling, tear stream your face, hardly able to breathe as you panic.

Your heart aching as you see Jungkook across from you. Hunched over on his knees, he's gushing blood. It's running down his face. Matting his hair to his forehead with the sheer volume of it. He's splitting it up, his mouth dripping with it. His shirt soaked in it. Flowing down his arm from the bullet wound also.

You'd never have thought you would see your Boyfriend in such a state. You've witnessed first-hand the power he has when he's the one responsible for this kind of damage. In your mind, you saw him as invincible. Unbeatable. A cruel monster driven by hubris that could never be stopped.

The times you'd seen him beat people like this, the times he hit you like this, you had privately desired for him to suffer the same fate one day. For karma to return everything he had dished out.

But now that he was, now that he was the one being treated without mercy, even with it being justified, you can't feel anything but fear and sadness. Regretting ever having wished this upon him.

"Jungkook," you gently call.

He's disoriented. Too many headshots having made him dizzy and unfocused. But your soft voice cuts through all of that. Looking up from the ground to you, his eyes go wide seeing you in harm's way again.

"Y/-" he starts to get up, only to be interrupted and held down. The unmasked man's hand coming down on his shoulder. The barrel of Jungkook's own gun being aimed at his chest as the man hovers over him.

"You know, your guys didn't kill my wife right away." He digs the gun tip into the bullet wound on his arm. Twisting and stabbing into the raw flesh making him grit his teeth to bear the pain. "They shot her where he knew it wouldn't kill her. Then they let her bleed out. While I could only watch. While my kids watched." The pure rage in the man's voice is finally softened. Instead, sounding horribly grieved and agonized over the memory. "Someone like you, you're probably not capable of love," he spits, pushing off Jungkook to stand straight. "But whether you love her or not, I still want you to watch her die."

The words register, but you can't absorb them. You can't react.

"Wait. Wait!" Jungkook yells after him.

Your body is throbbing in terror. Watching him advance on you. Watching him raise the gun at you.

The shot hits you in the stomach.

"No!" Jungkook howls. The two men punting him back down as he climbs to his feet. Extending the barrage of hits to impress upon him that he shouldn't try to get up again.

In shock, you delicately dab at the hole in your side. Blood pulsing out of you. The pain is more than you could have imagined. You can't pull in a full breath. Short gasps are all you can manage. Doubling over onto your hands and knees, you weakly shriek unable to deliver a solid scream.

They drag you by your arm, hurling you at Jungkook, your torso landing in his lap. He clings to you, drawing you in tight. His face twisted in anger.

"Y/n." He growls. "Don't you dare-" he can't bring himself to finish that thought.

"Don't worry darling. It won't take long." The leader says above you, sounding genuinely sympathetic. "You though," he redirects, snarling at Jungkook. "you're gonna die slow."

Not able to breathe and the blood loss is making your head light. The room feels like it's spinning. Your eyes rolling back as they close. The reprieve of rest calling you into unconsciousness. And you can't resist.

With his hand held to your heart and his chest tight, Jungkook feels for a beat. The irregular rhythm assuring him you're still alive at least.

"I hope you really did love her. Like how I loved my girl and my boy. My wife. I hope you can feel that type of pain."

Jungkook is shaking. Unfiltered loathing ravaging his thoughts. A murderous expression concealing his heartache as he feels your pulse gradually start to slow.

Moving begrudgingly like it's his duty, the leader pulls one of the few remaining tools from its place on the wall. Wringing the handle of a large Philips Head screwdriver.

Working together, the three of them rip your unconscious body apart from Jungkook. His efforts to keep you close having little impact. Numerous injuries having sapped his strength.

Stretching him out, holding him down, they pin him with their weight. One of them securing his legs. Another holding his arm and torso, the majority of his heft used to force Jungkook's face into the cement. The leader kneeling all of his weight on his left arm to keep it flat.

As the tip of the screwdriver is pressed into his palm, Jungkook grapples to keep his hand closed to no avail. The shank piercing the meat of his palm. Screaming as the length is stabbed in and yanked out. Hissing through his teeth while the sharp point trails up. Reaching about halfway up his forearm it digs into the muscle. The blade slowly forcing its way into the skin, causing him to roar again.

All at once, a shot rings out. One of the intruders taking a bullet in the back. An assault of gunfire spreading across the height of the garage, sending the other two into a panic. Scrambling for their guns. Releasing Jungkook in the frenzy, who cradles his wounded hand for a moment before jumping on the attack. Finally having sufficient reinforcement to fight back.

Picking up the screwdriver with his good hand, he lunges at the surviving masked man. Dragging him off balance. Straddling his side. Stabbing down and around to drive the tool into his chest over and over. Burying the metal in the man's throat as a final strike. His damaged hand slamming down on the top of the screwdriver, forcing it through the other side of the man's neck.

Some of Jungkook's rage having been vented, he falls away panting watching the man, satisfied as he quickly bleeds to death.

The leader of the assailants, the source of all of this woe, is completely unmatched by the dozen men who suddenly surround him. They don't grant him the opportunity to even raise his weapon, shooting him in the shoulder, knocking him down. Incapacitating him and restraining him swiftly as he tries desperately to get loose.

There are a few seconds when the dust settles, where everything is quiet again. Only the sounds of wheezed breathing and footsteps taking any space.

Apart from the few men busy with securing the house and the area, all of them are at attention looking to assist their battered leader. Wanting to help. Waiting on an order.

"Her," he signals in your direction. "Get her to a hospital."

"You too, Boss." His second lieutenant leans down, helping Jungkook stand. Getting him to solid footing.

"I'm not dying in the next 20 minutes. Let's wrap this shit up first." He dismisses the gesture. Shirking off the pain at risk of appearing weak.

"And this one?" His first aims a gun at the intruders head.

"Patch him up. He's gonna die slowly," Jungkook's voice deepens as he repeats the man's own threat back at him.

His eyes following as he gets picked up and thrown into the trunk of one of the cars. The Mafia leader in him already, concocting ruthless plans in specific detail over all the ways he is going to torture him. And how he's going to silence any doubts about his strength that this attack may have caused.

Carried in another man's arms, you're taken to the back seat of a car. The movement string you awake. The pain keeping you immobilized and dazed.

Jungkook limping slightly follows after you. He presses his hand to your chest again, relieved as he feels your heart still beating, as he sees your eyes fluttering.

Your head laying on the seat, he leans over resting his forehead upside down on yours. "I'm so sorry baby." He whispers. His hands bunch tightly around your arms, pulling at your skin. The war of both sides of him crashing together. His eyes going cold, his breath becoming ragged.

Struggling to remain conscious, your eyes close again. Jungkook's bloody hand slapping down on your face, shocking your eyes back open. Tears instantly returning to your cheeks.

"Don't you dare die!" He hisses. His hand curls around your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks. "I'm not going to let other people think they can come at me. Take my things. Try to hurt me." He growls, speaking just loud enough for only you and him. "So you're gonna keep living Y/n. Cause until I give you permission, you don't have the right to die."

#bts fan fiction #bts reactions #bts fanfic #bts jung jungkook #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #mafia jungkook #yandere jungkook #yandere bts #yandere bangtan #bts #bangtan #bangtan fanfic #yandere #jungkook

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bonny-kookoo · 3 years ago

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Heart Shot: 3

In which Jungkook finds a broken and partially dismantled Android, and does what every normal person would do.

Take it home.

Tags/warnings: Inspired by Cyberpunk 2077, Fixer Kim Seokjin, Ex Corpo Jung Hoseok, Android Taehyung, Android Reader, Android Jimin, Mentions of Prostitution, Illegal activity, drugs and drug usage, Discussion of Past Abuse, Night city, min holly, yes that is a warning, Body modifications, graphic description of violence, Blood, Murder, Ripper doc!Yoongi, Ripper Doc!Seokjin, Ex Nomad!Jungkook, Oppression, Minor Character Death, Guns, Graphic Description of Corpses, social anxiety/phobia, panic attacs, ah yes I'm back at it again aren't I, Smut, because of course, protected intercourse you know me, MTBA

A/N: a small chap, roughly 1.5k..

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Over the course of time, Jungkook starts to appreciate a lot of things a lot more, realizing how many things he takes for granted, considering he's been growing up in a, for Night City's standards very stable and loving home.

You however learn a lot of things for the first time, including kindness and other emotions. While they don't necessarily make sense to you now, they will in the future- Taehyung had made sure to tell you that. You still grow frustrated very easily, nowadays tending to call yourself stupid if you didn't get something right. Both Jungkook and Taehyung respectively always tell you not to say something like that- and Taehyung even notices when you think about yourself that way too, scolding you gently whenever it happens.

Some things simply can't be helped, however.

For the first time ever, you walk around town, Taehyung having offered to take you to buy some clothes for yourself instead of Jungkook, who technically wanted to- but he ended up almost having a panic attack at Yoongi's just thinking about visiting the huge shopping district- let alone the mall with you. As much as he wants to be your knight in shining armor, he's still shackled by his own fears, and that won't change just overnight. So right now, its Taehyung instead who keeps your hand in his as to not loose you- something you appreciate dearly. You can see why Jungkook tends to stay at home or otherwise far far away from crowds like these. You can't quite pin-point why exactly, but having so many people scattered around you like this makes you feel nervous. Or it could be the shot that rings through the air close by; someone crouching down in fear while a small group of young teenagers laugh at the store owner who got spooked by the shot fired in the air behind him. You hadn't even noticed turning around, eyes large and fearful as one of the young man looks at you amused- but you can't see what else he's doing, as Taehyung gently pulls you along, forcing you to look ahead again. "You'll get used to it soon." He says gently, before you two stop at a street crossing. A car passes by, followed by police, before they both disappear somewhere into the crowds of the city. You're a bit on edge, but no one can really blame you- after all, you've basically just woken up and are supposed to lead a completely new life in the span of a few weeks.

It'll take time.

Inside the mall, Taehyung seems to know exactly where he needs to go, and it helps you in calming down a significant bit over the course of time. He's a little quiet, and doesn't react to most things much, but he's still a good person, you come to realize. In a way, you see him as a good example for who you might want to become in the future after all- he's the closest thing to someone like you that you got at the moment. "Do you want me to come along, or should I just give you the money and you go by yourself?" He asks suddenly as you stand in front of a clothing store- and you instantly shake your head, holding his hand a bit tighter as he nods. You swear you can see the hint of a smile on his lips as he looks down on you. "Okay." He simply answers however, nothing in his voice giving away what he might be thinking or feeling exactly.

But he's just like that, you assume.

Taehyung informs you throughout your shopping trip that Jungkook is frequently checking in with him about your well-being, asking if you're okay or if you need any more money. While he's not rich at all, he doesn't want to seem too broke to take care of you, Taehyung explains as you walk back outside, bags in hand as you make your way back to the subway station.By frequently checking in, Taehyung explains that Jungkook is basically sending a text message every ten to twenty minutes, and you catch yourself suddenly giggling at that- your hand instantly flying towards your face to cover your mouth ad if in fear of whatever consequences you might be facing for what you did. You don't know why you've reacted that way, assuming that its a reflex connected to a memory you can't remember anymore. Taehyung simply smiles for a second, the first actual one you've seen on his face since you interacted with him you realize, but its gone as soon as it appears. While you walk down to the subway station, someone seems in a hurry, running past you and making you trip and fall onto your knees. You hiss as you feel your skin scratch open on the rough concrete below, Taehyungs hand instantly helping you up again before you dust yourself off. You both continue walking after both of you make sure you're not seriously injured, making your way back to Yoongi's place.

When you arrive, Jungkook's face immediately falls at the view of your knees- dried blood staining your skin as he immediately runs over to you. "What happened?" He asks with worry, and you can even spot a hint of that in Yoongis tired gaze, the man having probably worked himself to the bone last night.

"I tripped. I have no serious injuries." You tell him, though it seems as if it doesn't do much in terms of calming him down.

"It doesn't matter if its serious or not." He whines. " I rather have you not have any injuries at all." He says, while he leads you to a table in a more private room close by, food already on the table. "Lets eat for now, I'm sure you're both hungry." He says, seemingly distracting himself from getting too concerned over you. He trusts Taehyung, and therefore shouldn't be so all over the place. And just like you said, you weren't even remotely injured at all. Just a scratch.

Still, Jungkook is an empath. He hates seeing the people he considers friends or family hurt, and to him it doesn't matter how bad it is. Every scratch in his eyes is worth worrying over, especially when it comes to you. Maybe it's the way you act around him, the way he realizes more and more how you didn't deserve any of what you might have had to endure in your past at all.

Jungkook takes off his jacket, throwing it over one of the chairs before sitting down on it. Until now, you haven't seen any of his bare skin other than his hands and face- and you're surprised by the collection of body art he carries around on his arm. Some parts seem older than others, every change of artist noticable within the sea of ink that decorates his skin. As you sit down, you still stare, something he picks up on easily. "Ah-" He says, running a hand through his purple hair a bit bashfully. "I guess you haven't seen those yet." He says. You simply nod.

"I didn't think you were the type of person to like this." You say. "You seem easily swayed in your decisions. Do you still like them?" You ask, curious while Yoongi laughs after walking in with Seokjin.

"I still very much like them." He says. "True, I can be a bit.. all over the place, but I can make decisions too." He says, looking at you. You're unsure what he means by that.

"Did my question offend you, Jungkook?" You ask, voice a bit more hesitant now as you say those words out loud.

"Not at all." He answers with a smile, breaking apart his wooden chopsticks before he starts piling some food onto a plate. "You have every right to be curious." He tells you, before putting down the plate in front of you.

"I'm still not sure when I should voice my thoughts and when I shouldn't." You say with a bit of frustration, looking at your food.

"That's nothing to be upset about." Yoongi says across from you. "Taehyung took some time as well- and he still sometimes tends to lack tactfulness." He says with amusement in his voice, Taehyung next to you simply eating his food with a pouting expression on his lips. "It'll take time. You can't rush some things." Yoongi finishes, as Seokjin bluntly steals a piece of chicken from his plate.

And you decide, as you eat alongside everyone else, that you don't want to rush with them anyways, if it means you get to stay as long as possible with then.

#jungkook imagine #bts imagine #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #yoongi x reader #bts smut #bts cyberpunk au #cyberpunk au #bts au #heart shot

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marengogo · 2 years ago

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DYNAMI-CS part 1: Run BTS Special Episode

CRUEL - by Jason Wang [MAGIC MAN (not released yet)]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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The boys are back in town and I for one have missed Run BTS so so so freaking much. Now, I know that this is a jikook blog, HAJIMAN (but)! In any relationship, environment is fundamental. Every member in BTS has been a big part of what jikook’s environment is made of, aaaand added to the fact that I’m very much and very strongly OT7, this is for me a perfect opportunity to keep up with all of them, while also educatedly look into their present relationships with each other and others. Basically, I will take any occasion I can to speak about any of them 😜.

So let’s start, shall we? Here we have the birth of this new baby, as RM so eloquently put it, with a brand new opening song, which, well, I mean (... with the song being BTS’ RUN BTS…) I think it is safe to say that this opening will be around for quite some time; wouldn’t you?

Now … I feel like I shouldn’t have to point out the following but I will, mainly for those who might take everything the boys say without properly using some critical thinking first, and also for those who maybe haven’t been around the bangtan scene for a minute and need a little context. Context is another fundamental part of relationships btw and doing the appropriate research for actual content and facts is our responsibility, btw. Just quickly putting that out there 😬 … So for example, when Hobi/Jay and Tae are said that it’s been a while since they’ve seen each other, they actually didn’t mean that they hadn’t seen each other in 10 months, as with a little bit of research we would know that: They were together at the White House on the 31st of May, and even though Tae had been to Paris end of June and this was filmed beginning of July (around the 12th I believe), so if anything as a group of 7, they hadn’t been all together for 1 month and a couple of days. NOT 10 MONTHS.

In addition, Yoongi also mentioned that they all, except for RM because he apparently left early, had the chance to taste some honey from Jin. Now this was an actual private outing they’ve had and was verified by the boys themselves as we, thus far, have no picture/videos/ anything to testify to it, except for their word of mouth.

Right before Yoongi mentioned Jin’s, aka Fruit Basket, honey, they also shared that he gave J-Hope some watermelons. Jin posted a picture of himself with watermelons a week before they shot this episode. This, and added to other outings we know they’ve had, shows how even if they don’t meet all seven, they definitely hang out in pairs at least.

It may come as a surprise to some but, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are different people, who might share some likes and dislikes amongst each other, but most definitely have different beliefs and ways of thinking, which makes them approach situations, relationships and life in general differently from each other. Just like you and me. Reason perhaps why, someone like Hobi would maybe mention the watermelons, something ARMY has witnessed on Jin’s IG so can relate to, as opposed to Yoongi, who mentioned the “honey receiving day” something ARMY had no clue about.

And here comes my first little JKK_OBSERVATION_1.mg (mg = Marengo Go, yeah, that's me, so MY observation, MY opinion 😜). JK was playfully offended by the fact that he didn’t receive a watermelon from Jin, and asked him why, to which Jin gave him a reply and JK left it at that, which I would think he was satisfied with the answer, or really didn’t care too much. Now, do we remember another recent instance in which JK was playfully offended? …

During The Festa Dinner 2022 JM was talking about the songs he was working on and it turned out there were already a few of the members, who have heard it, but not JK, to which, just like he did with Jin he resorted to playfully questioning why he hadn't heard it yet. JM did answer the questions straightaway, just like Jin had answered the watermelon question, but apparently JM’s reply wasn't acceptable to JK, who resulted not only to mockingly keep telling him how offended he was but ending with requesting an apologies; all … in good fun, right Jimin? 🤡.

Moving on, back to the fantastic 7 and how they are different people. Remember when during RUN 97 episode Tae was just not thinking like the rest? Same happened today with Hobi to a relatively easy question, the white tail gave it away, if you ask me, but most definitely Hobi’s mind was somewhere else, perhaps he was thinking too deeply, after all they did go from from the Schrödinger’s cat to a mere deer 😅.

I’m emphasising the difference between each other, and their thought processes associated with certain events as it seemed to me to be the common theme of this episode, ironically enough, as this was supposed to be an episode that “proved” how alike they think, and unfortunately I can already sense people taking this a bit too seriously on the bird app … but let’s not digress! 😬

After the writing telepathy game that scarred Hobi well enough (lol), they played the movement telepathy game, which my dear RUN producers, I’m sorry to say but this was a bit of hard, like the “Someone who dropped their phone on their face while laying down”, really?? (made them do some hella funny stuff though ngl, so I guess mission accomplished on that!)

Other than lots of laughter, this game had a very cute moment that kinda brought JM and Bam “together”. The question was to imitate “a puppy that met their owner for the first time after one week”. As we all know they are almost all owners except for JM (and Jin as far as I know) so I guess they all tried to imitate their dogs, even though according to Tae and RM their dogs are not that interested in them (omo! … 😂😂😂) now the cute part was how JM’s tail wagging brought to mind Bam straight away (as shown in the following tweet) https://twitter.com/Jessiimochi/status/1454231885035544582?s=20&t=g56A6aVRyGH6XUkVEL3dwA as well as how he could see Bam in Jk’s imitation. Cute cute cute.

Now game number 3 was very well thought if you ask me. Not only did it had the members go down memory lane but it also provided us with more insight of how each of them think. The first task of this game was to go to a place where all the members have real fun. Now if you think about it properly, each member's definition of fun is different, so not only did they have to sort of abandon their perception but try and figure out what the others will think and hope for the best! Literally ... it is still a game after all so winning is the whole goal.

And here is where I will conclude this already incredibly long post (so sorry, but I was really excited 🙃) with another little JKK_OBSERVATION_2.mg except for Hobi and Yoongi, who went respectively to the Olympic stadium and the Han river (..the Han river really sent me ngl 😂😂😂) all the other members kinda had the same thought processes. Jin, JM and Tae had the most emotional encounter when they all met by the old dorm (eventually joined by RM) and JK who went to Lotte World, was however not the only one to have had that thought as RM and Tae had the same feeling, in fact, I thought Tae would have changed his destination to Lotte World, him and JK always had a blasted over there!

Now for the JKK part of this whole thought process, there was no way in hell that JM was going to choose anything that had to do with amusement parks as a definition of fun for all (as himself and Hobi would be automatically out, being not to fond of rides 😬😬), but I found it funny that perhaps JK might have thought that regardless of the fact that JM is not a big fan of rides, the fact that JM still keeps the ticket of the first time they all went to Lotte World, most have meant something? Aaaand tbh ... I wouldn’t fault him for thinking so, would you?

(here is the link to this vlive: https://www.vlive.tv/video/144299).

ANYWAYS! Looking forward to part 2!!

For now, good night to all

Marengo.

#Run BTS #Run BTS Special Episode #BTS Chapter 2 #Dynami-cs #jikook #jkk #JKKobservationsMG

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justcallmenikki7 · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction To: The Times They Show Emotion

Mafia!Au

Summary: being born into the mafia world, all they know is that having emotions is weak. In the underworld they are known for being inhuman because of the lack of emotions they show. But no one knows that whenever you are with him, love is all they feel.

Warnings: mafia au, the boys are literally emotionless but not?, the boys not understanding feelings but are trying their best for you, FLUFFFF, reader doubting herself, reader just being a cutie in general

W.C.: 3k

Notes: a huge thanks to @minniepetals for the help on jungkooks, namjoons, and jimins parts along with @saturnmoon-night for helping me with the title! I love you both!

Seokjin:

“Princess…” Seokjin sighed, trying to not sound too harsh with you, but he just wants you to listen.

Waving him off, you gave him a scoff, “Jinnie, I know what I am doing, so hush.”

Not being used to the nickname still, Seokjin could not deny though how his heart makes this weird fluttering feeling whenever you call him ‘Jinni.’ “Do you though?” He asked, not meaning for his remark to come out rudely, and he cannot help but feel sad at your frown you unconsciously made.

“Yes, Jin, I do. It hurts that you have such lack of faith in me,” you teased, not knowing that your teasing made Seokjin feel bad.

“You know that I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry. I’ll buy you the new iPhone 12 when it comes out to make it up.” Seokjin bribed, knowing that in the underworld, bribery is the go-to source when it comes to taking over land, gangs. Presidents. But what he does not know is that you understand that he is not good with being sentimental and that him admitting that he is not good with words and that bribing you is not the go to when it comes to you. You do not care about his money or his power, all you care about is him and his health, happiness, wellbeing – him!

So, with a heavy sigh, you put down the spatula and made your way towards him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you stood up on your tiptoes and pecked his lips. “I know that you did not mean for your words to come out like that, you should know that by now, Jinnie,” you cooed, confusing the mafia leader.

“But you were upset, and I just wanted to make you happy…” Seokjin replied dumbly.

“You make me happy. I don’t need anything fancy; I just want you, silly.”

For the first time in your six-month relationship, it dawned on Seokjin that you are here to stay. That he does not need money to make you happy, he just needs to be making you happy by being himself.

Yoongi:

To sum up Min Yoongi in one word would be detached. All Yoongi has known is survival. In order to survive you have to kill, lie, use, and make sure that you are bloodlust. In his dictionary there is no ‘love’ ‘trust’ ‘happiness.’ It all comes down to at the end of the day is survival. That is why he is the deadliest mafia boss in the underworld.

But somehow, in some sort of weird way you came crashing into his life, and it has left Yoongi confused because he likes you. From the start, he was attracted to you, and he wanted more of what you radiated which is happiness – something that Yoongi is unfamiliar with. And you know that. You know that Yoongi is unusual. Truthfully when he told you to “learn how to fucking walk, dumbass,” when you ran into him on the Seoul streets, there was something that made you fall for him. You find it ironic how you ran into him a second time at a grocery store, but you could not be any happier because it led you to where you are now – five months into an interesting relationship.

You know that Yoongi is detached because of his lifestyle, that he is not good with emotions, but actions speak louder.

Like now for example:

You decided to be a somewhat normal couple for once – much to Yoongi’s dismay – and go grocery shopping. You are extremely allergic to peanuts, but you love barbeque foods – especially when it has barbeque sauce all over it. What you did not know is that this certain sauce has peanuts in it, but Yoongi knew it did.

“No, not that sauce.” Yoongi stepped in, snatching the bottle of sauce out of your hand.

“What, why? I want to try it when I make ribs tonight.” You asked, trying to snatch the bottle back from his hand.

“Because it has peanuts in it and you’re allergic to them, that’s why.” Yoongi replied coldly, grabbing a sauce that you know that you have not tried that does not have peanuts in it. “Use this instead.” And at that, Yoongi ushered your love-struck form away from the sauces and to the cereal aisle, not knowing that he has now completely stolen your heart.

Hoseok:

Anyone who knows Hoseok knows that he does not like annoying people. He loathes people who are constantly asking him questions, bugging him, or just even breathing. Being a mafia leader is rough due to his short temper.

He just never thought that he would fall for someone who has a hyper personality and is constantly. You are the only person that he can stand and not shoot for being annoying. (Yes, Hoseok has shot a person because they were breathing too loud).

“Pleaseee?” You begged, plopping yourself in your boyfriend’s lap, giving him the puppy eyes while he works at his desk.

To an outsider, a person would think that Hoseok is about to blow a fuse. But to you, you can see the amusement in his eyes at your begging. “No.” Hoseok stated, voice harsh, something that he is trying to work on. Thankfully, you know that he is not meaning to be harsh with you.

“Why not? This is unfair!” You exaggerated, laying your head on his chest, finding comfort in the warmth and beat of his heart. “All I want is a puppy! That’s not much!”

“That means that another thing will be in here that will annoy me, and I already have you to deal with.” He bluntly stated, not realizing the impact of his words had on you.

“Oh, yeah…” you replied, getting up off of his lap, wanting to give him space.

Confused, “Where are you going?” Hosoek asked.

“The dishes need to be done, so I’m going to get them washed.” You lied lamely, wanting to give your boyfriend space.

“I have maids for a reason, jagi. Now, don’t lie to me and tell me what’s wrong.” Hoseok demanded, turning in his chair to face you with his interrogation look.

“I just don’t want to annoy you anymore; you’re working on work.” You spoke softly, looking down at your hands so you do not have to face him.

Not hearing Hoseok getting up from his chair, you jumped in surprise when he hugged you, his right hand softly pressing your head to his chest. “You’re my favorite annoyance, sunshine.” And by his simple, rare sentimental statement, your eyes stung with tears and your heart fluttered in your chest. You know that Jung Hoseok is bad with feelings and how bad he is at being kind, but the smallest and rarest times that he is always reminds you that he does, indeed, love you.

Namjoon:

The first time you met Kim Namjoon, your first impression was that he is strategic. Everything the tall male did was based off strategy and observation – it was like he is playing chess. Namjoon can admit that he plays life like it is a game of chess because of how every decision he makes will have a result that can either create chaos or peace. He told you that on your guys first date when you brought up your first impression of him.

The thing is, Namjoon is very serious – to serious sometimes that it makes you wonder if he knows any jokes. Sadly, he said that jokes are childish – to which you pouted and hung your head like a kick puppy. That did not mean you are going to give up on this! So, researching for other funny jokes and puns, you began this daily routine where you would ask him a joke or pull a pun on him. You could tell that each day Namjoon became even more impress with them, and that even a tiny twitch of his lips would happen, telling you that he is wanting to crack a smile or even laugh!

With this new founded joke, you could not wait until tomorrow to pull this joke. You have this feeling that this joke would give you the smile that you have forever been waiting for.

Knocking on Namjoon’s office door, you heard his deep baritone voice say ‘come in’ you carefully made your way into your boyfriend’s office, a huge grin covering your face. A knowing look made its way onto Namjoon’s face, a tell-tale sign that he knew what was about to go down.

“Hey, Joonie!” You asked excitedly.

“Yes, my love?” He replied, putting down the manila envelope, taking his glasses off and laying back in his chair, hands behind his head, ready for the joke that was about to come.

“What’s the difference between a well-dressed man on a bike and a poorly dressed man a unicycle?” You asked, trying to not start laughing.

You could see the twitch of Namjoon’s lips, giving you confidence that today will be the day. “What is it?” He asked.

“ATTIRE!” You screeched happily, slapping your knee from laughter, not being able to control your laughter. You made sure to keep an eye on your boyfriend, praying that he will give you some sort of reaction – and he did!

Dancing on his face was a small smile, his head shaking in disbelief. The joy and happiness that took over your body had you beaming a hundred-watt smile, finally being able to get a reaction out of your boyfriend. “Yes! You smiled! I made you smile, I made you smile! Ah-ha!” You cheered, dancing out of your boyfriend’s office, not noticing the fond and loving look your husband is giving you.

“You always make me smile, my love.” He muttered, not wiping the smile away from his face as he went back to work.

Jimin:

“What if I mess up?” You asked, doubting yourself for this biggest moment of your life. Looking down at your boyfriend of seven months helping tie the strings of your ballet shoes, you waited for his reply, already knowing it is going to be a scolding.

“Jagia, you are not going to mess up, so stop doubting yourself and start believing in yourself,” Jimin scolded, giving you a glare from the floor. “If you want me to, I can bribe the workers to let me stand to the side of the stage and watch you perform if that helps you feel better.” He offered, causing your heart to flutter at his offer and at how caring he is being right now. It is not that he is not caring, he is just not good with these kinds of situations.

“Yes! If you want too, I don’t want to seem like I am being a baby…” You replied, hoping that you are not acting weak to your mafia boyfriend.

“You’re not being a baby, Y/N. Now, go get in line, you are about to go on.” He said, tapping your calf in reassurance.

“You’ll be there, right?”

“Of course.”

Backstage, everyone was in shock to see the mafia leader, or the best hacker in the world, standing to the side of the stage, watching you with a mesmerized look. They all knew that you were dating the most dangerous person in the world, they just did not know that he would show up to support you. Truthfully, they all thought that Jimin was just dating you for sex, little did they know is that he is dating you because he loves you and wants to protect you.

Some of the girls could not deny how jealous they are of you due to how handsome, and in awe Jimin was of you by your performance. Even though his expression is blank, his eyes told a different story and that story is love. Once the song ended the lights went out, they heard your feet tapping against the stage floor and your excited squeal escaping you as you tackled your boyfriend in a hug.

“I didn’t mess up! I didn’t mess up!” They heard you yell, proud and happiness evident in your tone.

“I told you, jagia. I told you.” Jimin replied. “I would never lie to you.”

Taehyung:

Your face was pressed up against the window, eyes wide and mouth shaped into an ‘awe’ shape, taken away by how beautiful the outfit that was hanging up in the Maurices display area. Always have preferred Vigos jeans over a lot of higher named bran jeans, you desperately wanted to get the jeans and the flannel that was on the mannequin as display.

“Vigoss is not that good of a brand,” you heard Taehyung state from behind you, taking away the excitement you were feeling just before.

“Yeah, you’re right…” you replied, stepping away from the glass. “I just thought the outfit was cute, though.”

The emotions that passed Taehyung’s eyes were hidden from you since his glasses were on his face. Knowing that he put you down with his emotionless remark, Taehyung began to panic. “Come on,” Taehyung ushered, pulling you into the shop, confusing you with his actions. Walking up to the first worker in the store, “I’d like a dressing room for my girlfriend and every Vigoss jeans in the size 22 with the outfit that is on the mannequin closest to the door.” Your boyfriend ordered, walking you to the first dressing room that is opened.

Not even five minutes later, a worker named Ashley came to you with jeans, shorts, and capris in your size. Giving her a thankful smile and a small ‘sorry,’ she only give you smile back and reassurance.

“Let me know what else you need help with!” She said, giving you a warm smile before she turned away.

While you tried on every pair of pants that Ashley brought you, you walked out to the big mirror that gave you a good look at every angle, blushing each time that Taehyung watched you with a serious look. Finally deciding on two pair of pants, not wanting to spend too much, Taehyung sighed and walked into the dressing room that showed the pile of pants that you wanted to get but decided to not too.

“What are you doing?” You asked shocked as he picked up the pile of pants.

“You left these behind?” He stated obviously.

“Yeah, because it’ll be expensive. I’m fine with these two,” you said, shaking the two pair of pants in your hand to prove your point.

“You looked beautiful in all of these and you’re getting them.” He left no room to talk, not realizing the effect of his words that he had on you.

Jungkook:

The sound of your humming filled your boyfriend’s office as you put together a bouquet of flowers while your boyfriend read through files at his desk. You do not mind working in your boyfriends office, but you never understood why he started having you work in here with him instead of your own office beside his. Never questioning his actions, you got comfortable in your small area and worked. Little did you know that your presence brought your boyfriend comfort.

Getting stuck on an idea for a customers request, you looked up to see what your boyfriend was doing, it was as if a light bulb went off. Grabbing some flowers, you made your way towards your Jungkook, a small smile evident on your face. Making yourself comfortable behind him, you carefully put the headband over his head, earning a questioning look from your boyfriend when he turned his head to look at you. Smiling brightly at him, he shrugged his shoulders and allowed you to do as you pleased. Once the headband was situated, you began to place the small flowers around his head, tucking them securely into the headband so they would not fall out.

You continued this for the next thirty minutes, finally finishing with a triumph smile. Walking back over to your little station, you began to work on the order that had you stumped, now knowing what you wanted to do with it, happy that Jungkook allowed you to do as you pleased. Working on the request, you heard Jungkook grumble in annoyance.

“What’s going on?” You asked him, looking up from your design.

“Namjoon needs help with something, I’ll be back,” Jungkook explained, coming over to you to kiss the side of your head.

As you went to ask if he was going to take off the flower crown, he already walked out of his office. Shrugging, you went back to work.

As Jungkook walked down his hallway, he began to give his workers a weird look when they began to giggle and smile at him, confused as to why they are not bowing to him. Walking pass the mirror that was hung on the wall in the opened area, he caught a glimpse at the flowers on his head. Realizing that this is the reason why his workers smiling at him, he shook his head with a small smile of his own.

“The things I do for you, princess. They things I do for you,” he whispered, not making any move to remove the flowers from the top of his head.

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borathae · 2 years ago

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Fanfic Writer asks

Tagged by @daegulinekush thank you so much, love!! 💜

1) Who is your favorite character to write for and is this the character you find easiest to write for?

I can’t possibly pick, I have so many characters I love writing for. The aaol couple, all of my tct characters, the SA lovelies. Like I even enjoy writing certain side characters like for example The Old Choi from OY. I couldn’t possibly pick because I pour so much in love into all of my characters no matter how big or small

except for CBT OC, she’s a bitch and I wanna fight her

2) What is your favorite fic of yours?

I love all of my stories very dearly ahhfhd but my Top Five (in no particular order) would be:

Queendom Series

Sanguis Alpha

The Cocktail Trilogy

An Abundance of Luck & A Sprinkle of Fate

Only Yesterday

3) What fic of yours do you think is underrated?

My husband!Yoongi series. You guys, read it. He’s so cute!!

4) What fic of yours were you surprised by how popular it was?

Cold Gun

You bitches said it’s horny time and I respect & support that

5) Do you like one shots or multi-chapters?

I like both. It all depends on my mood and what I want to create that day.

Oneshots feel like a quick daytrip. They are great if I have a random idea begging to be created or if I need a distraction from working on my longer stories. And they don’t really occupy my mind once I finished them, so they are always a refreshing way to pass the time.

Multi-chaptered stories feel more like a long journey without a set arrival time. They take up my thoughts for a period of time and stay with me throughout that time. Like for example, I will always see Late Summer of 2020 as my “Purple Rain Summer” as I actively worked on PR during that time and Fall 2021 will always be my “Sanguis Alpha Autumn” because that is what I worked on during that time.

6) Do you outline your fics? If so, how?

Not really? Most of my outlining happens in my brain throughout the day hahaha I have like a mental catalogue of all my story outlines on demand whenever I want to. I can actually visualise myself picking out a certain book and opening it and then flipping through its pages. Like no joke, I actually have a mental library of my WIPs I can always go to afadf

7) How do you edit your fics? What do you look for in your edits?

I reread the story at least two times after finishing it, then let it sit for a day or two and then reread it one last time. I look for grammatical errors, punctuation errors, plotholes, wonky sentences/dialogue and sometimes I also end up adding more details to scenes to make them even more engaging.

For my multi chaptered stories, I like to reread every chapter once after my entire editing process and then once right before posting just in case I missed some mistakes.

8) Do you take inspiration from real life? If so how do you incorporate it into your fics?

Yes I do. I use my stories as therapy at some parts. It can be either through one character struggling and finding guidance in another character’s words. Or sometimes it’s just someone getting their face punched in while I imagined the face of someone who wronged me whilst writing the scene ahhaha I said what I said. Also obviously places, food, music, art, just living life inspires me as well and I like to incooporate it in my stories in some way or another.

9) Do you visualize scenes in your head before you write them? (Can you picture the setting, character body language etc)

I picture the setting & body language yes. I also smell scents. I mean not like actually smell them, but my mind connects certain scents with certain settings. My scenes are definitely very sensory imput heavy. Also, I can see my settings perfectly, I just suck at describing them. Like I know how the house of the OGC couple looks like & I can see myself walking through the SA estate into the smallest to details. I just can’t describe them to you guys hahaha

10) How do you feel about writing plot, setting/description, inner thoughts, dialogue?

how do I feel about it? I mean, I love it. Isn’t that the whole point of writing? That you create your own little worlds with their own plots & settings & history? I also love writing inner thoughts & dialogue. Also again, the only thing I always struggle with is describing environments. Like the pretty views are all in my mind, but I can’t get them on paper. No joke, if someone plugged a machine into my brain, which can conjure perfect replicas of how I imagine my worlds so I can show them to you guys, that would be great ahhaha

11) What perspective do you write from most and/or least and why? (1st, 3rd limited, 3rd omniscient, deep pov, etc)

Anything but 1st person, that makes me cringe so hard hahahah. I also had to google what “deep pov” means and I don’t think that I wrote that before either, but it sounds very interesting actually.

Also this is such a random sidenote but smut in German makes me want to drink bleach. I would rather give up writing forever then ever write smut in German hahahah

12) Do you like to switch pov's a lot or stick to one character?

I really enjoy switching POVs. It’s so much fun to tell the story from different characters’ eyes and how they might percieve certain events differently than other characters.

13) Are you a fast or slow writer?

I am neither fast nor slow, I am perfectly paced for my own self. Writing (as a fun lil hobby) should never be a race against time.

14) What is something you wrote in a fic that you are hoping readers picked up on but you don't know if they did? And/or, what is something that you were excited that readers did pick up on?

I had a few people tell me that they noticed the masked man in Ch.15 of SA say “little one” & that they remember Namjoon calling her like that in the library as well. So that was really cool because omfg yES you noticed!!

I also really like it when people come to me after rereading a story and they go all like “omfg I noticed so many hints with the second read through, it should have been so obvious. It’s crazy how obvious some things are if you have more context”. Because that’s what I personally really love about revisiting stories, so it’s always nice to have people tell me that.

15) If you could only write one type of fic (angst, fluff, etc.) for the rest of your life what would it be?

Slice of Life happy moments & Smut between two people deeply in love oh those two just hit different

16) Do you have a method for getting characters to sound/feel in character?

Yes I have. I use certain vocabulary for certain characters and also structure my sentences differently. Let’s take Sanguis Alpha for example. If I wrote a scene out of Tae’s POV the sentences would be well structured and adorned with fancy, old-fashioned words. While during passages from Kook’s POV the sentences are short and sometimes many thoughts are jumble into one, because of how reactive he still is to every sensory imput and how every new imput can cause him to have a new thought.

17) Do you have any wips that you can tell us about? What are you most excited for in you wip?

YOU GUYS MAGNUS VENATIO IS RUINING ME OMFGF THE ANGST CONTINUES AND I CAN’T HANDLE IT ANYMORE I just had to make Tae cry and now I am broken because poor baby doesn’t deserve to cry :(

18) What's the most obscure thing you've researched for a fic?

Probably how quickly bullet wounds heal & how it feels to get shot in certain areas of the body (it’s for Family Matters because shit’s about to go down in that fic). Actually. Maybe also where to stab a person to kill them quickly fadsfha (it was for A Tiger’s Judgement). And like how certain poisonous mushrooms kill you (it’s for Fallen for You). lisTEN I could very succesfully kill people now HAHAHA for legal reasons, this is a joke lmoaoao

19) What is some random info you happen to have that you used in a fic?

All of my photography knowledge in Shutter Sounds, that came in really handy.

20) What is your favorite thing about writing fanfic? What about writing in general?

Just that I can escape into my own little worlds and forget about the real world. And I guess about fanfic, it’s great because it’s with people you already know well so you miss out on that really tiring process of “getting to know the characters” because you already know how they might act & look and that can be really comforting to many people, including me.

Also, it’s also really fucking rewarding to look at a finished project and go “holy moly, those words in that specific order under that specifid plotline didn’t exist in this world before I created them and without me this story would have never even existed. I did that! I made a new thing from scratch!”

Thank you so much for this tag. I had a blast answering those questions!! I’m tagging anyone who wants to do this. I’m serious, tag me in yours if you decided to do it!! 💜

#about me #tag games

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nightswithkookmin · 4 years ago

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RE: JUNGKOOK CHANGED IN RUN

Anon:

Why did Jungkook not want to be on Jimin's team in the last run episode? He has changed a lot from before. Thoughts.

My first thought is, you don't gotta interpret everything in a negative light.

Not every strong reaction is a bad reaction.

I'd be a phony ass fraud if I sat here and told you with my two thumbs that I didn't raise a brow at that moment. I did.

Especially when you contrast that episode with run 112 which falls on all fours with this current situation- ok may not all fours.

But in that video, like many others, RM had suggested they form teams based on the sunglasses they wore, just as he had suggested they form teams based on the seating arrangements.

Of course he'd meant it as a Joke just as we discussed in a previous blog post. Personally, I expected they make a draw, rock papers or even dance in circles like they did in the other episode to decide who got who in the competition.

But it seems in all the times he's been paired with JM he's been supper thrilled about it. He even warned the members not to underestimate him and JM when they'd unanimously concluded they were the disadvantaged team in the game- Jin not even bothering to ask them what their scores were on Korean.

He reset the timer to 10 seconds when Jk pointed out he wasn't good at reading fast

When the time stopped and they were asked to make a team of four, he turned to find JM almost immediately as if to make sure JM was part of the four, he held on to his arm to prevent RM from breaking the link.

He was supposed to pair with Yoongi and Jimin with Tae but he didn't even try to find Suga. At least V did try to find Jimin. He moved towards JM and when he realized JK was hugging him he went for Suga.

Throughout the episode he was giving JM tips on how to cheat and shot when he wasn't sure of the answers.

Yet in the last run, he didn't seem as enthusiastic about being paired with JM- or so, he'd have us believe. Smirk.

He ain't slick. Lol.

To me he seemed, on the surface of it, either really salty about the others having Jin or RM on their teams or upon reflection, just plain ass overcompensating for something.

I'd go with the later.

It's similar to how, Jimin got the Sauna card and he'd complained about not liking the Sauna but then swapped cards with Tae so he could be on JM's team.

Or how he'd make a theatrical show of wanting to win a competition but smirk satisfactorily to himself when he loses.

I really don't think it's a big deal.

Personally, I love watching them paired up and doing such activities. It's a great way to see how they work together as partners and as a team.

It's also a great way for them to spend time with eachother, enjoy eachother, nurture their bond and strengthen their relationship.

Fanservice or not, scripted or not, you cannot deny that spending time together doing activities together is good for building a relationship.

They spend a considerable about of time together off cameras but a lot of their time is spent on cameras and at work.

They gotta find a way to make their relationship work on the work as I keep saying. All that 'fanservice' people say they are doing? That's them making it work. They gotta find a way to go on dates, feed eachother, hold each other's hands, tell Jokes, laugh at eachother's jokes, express their attraction for each other, flirt, share eachother's interests and do things couples do without inviting public scrutiny to their every interaction and invasion of their privacy.

So where they see an opportunity they go for it. For JK it's the the little decisions he makes on their behalf like choosing where they will sleep, what activities they can do together, wanting the bigger room, making sure JM wins the presidential suite, or choosing a room detached from the other rooms.

He invests in his relationship the best way he can. Same goes for Jimin.

I keep saying this whole fanservice culture is a win win situation for them- for even any queer idol couple in the same band.

What seem like a challenge could technically be an opportunity for a date for them without dispatch breathing down their necks.

A typical example would be this. Jimin said he wanted to go get Yoga with the others but ended up going with YoonKook on their brewery excursion.

The more time they spend together, on and off cameras the more closer they get and the more they get to know eachother on a deeper level.

But you have to bare in mind, they need their personal spaces too in order for their relationship to function properly.

Jimin used can be very needy in his relationship but for the most part he enjoys his independence too.

Jk has always had a strong sense of independence but he can equally be quote needy and over attached once he is in a relationship- especially when things are going great for him.

Spending time apart, persuing personal goals and interest is good for them.

If it helps, think of moments when they hang around eachother as Jikook dates and when they hang quietly in the background of videos do think of those as them having their me times at work...

Would they miss an opportunity to 'date' or hang privately with eachother? I don't think so.

It's in their dicks interests and the interest of whole production team and crew to allow them to be around eachother as often and as much as they want and can.

I for one, I'm not prepared to sit through yet another excruciating episode of Jungkook wanting Jimin- physically and emotionally. I'm still dealing with the PTSD from the last BonV four episodes.

Y'all buy me Ko-fi please. I don't intend to sit through that shit sober.

If Jk is pushing to be on JM's team and what not it's mostly because he feels he needs to spend more time with him. If he's not pushing for that it just means he or they are both allowing for space and room in their relationship for eachother to pursue other activities and interests or even connect with other members- unless of course they are having relationship problems which I don't think is the case.

Jimin is particularly good at this.

He goes out of his way to nurture his relationship with the others even on set.

He does this especially with Tae.

He'd take Tae to go see places he and JK had already been to, he'd request to take pirate rides with Tae- even though JK is available and won't hesitate to let him know, he often make plans involving Tae or even the others- in Soop when Tae asked him to go ride around the town with him he chose to stay and manspread on Jin and Yoongi. *I'm cackling. Lmho.

Jimin is a funny guy.

Now does this mean he doesn't like spending time with Tae or that he's changed? Hell no.

Hell, Tae does the same thing from time to time too. I mean when he found out he had picked a Sauna card he asked to swap it knowing very well Jimin had picked that card too. Soulmates coulda soulmated that shit in hot piles of steamy.

Sure JK lurks around sometimes. He is the resident intruder stepping on Jimin's other ships' neck. Love him for this. Lol.

Perfect Disney villian.

Tae had to drag his ass away from the kitchen for intruding when he and JM were cooking in the Kitchen. Let's not talk about him physically removing him from JM's car or all the times he's complained about JK raining on his Vmin agenda.

When V wanted to be on a team with JM this man literally sabotaged him, hugging Jimin first. It's his laughter afterwards for me. Lmho.

V needs to insure his Jimin cos at this point it's trademark infringement. Hashtag soulmates. Lololol.

Jk needs to go ahead and free Vmin.

But JM does this too, in much more subtle ways- I'll never forget the look he had on his face when he had to get off the bus and walk home as punishment. It was the most heart breaking thing I ever seen.

Then he had to hang off Hobi to get JK to leave his friends and come to him.

It's why I used an ellipsis the last time I talked about Jimin being very mature now. Old Jimin would have, clapped back, made JK pay for that outburst if he genuinely thought JK meant what he said or believed JK really wanted to be on a team with someone else.

Y'all don't see him when JK compliments other people? He stays kicking his feet under the table🤣🤣🤣🤣

I used to pinch a gurl I liked when other gals talked to her when I was little- In my defense, I didn't even know I liked her or that it was straight up abuse💀

Jimin can be pretty scary and petty when he's mad or offended.

If it helps you sleep at might, think of this moment as just another one of those 'we've been a unit for so long do you wanna be with someone else now' scene from February last year.

Jk answered yes when JM asked him that. But do you really think he meant it?

Jikook is complex, not complicated.

They love eachother.

We can't be looking at their interactions as either or. Grey areas exist and it's not a negative thing.

Signed,

GOLDY

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jeonsjiddies · 4 years ago

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Certain Things (m) | myg

original photo by snowmari on picsart

summary- you were in love with min yoongi, because he was a good person. You never thought he’d feel the same. F2l

rating- explicit 18+

word count- 5869

pairing- yoongi x reader

genre- fluff, smut

Warnings - oral (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, daddy kink, slight rough sex

Title inspired by Certain Things by James Arthur. <3

You did not fall in love with Min Yoongi because he was the dreamiest man you’d ever laid eyes on.

You did not fall in love with Min Yoongi because he was skilled in just about everything

You did not fall in love with him because of the way his body moved when he danced, almost like telling a story.

It wasn’t the way he remembered your coffee order or the way he stuck his tongue out when he was concentrating. It wasn’t the look of concern in his eyes when you had a rough day. It wasn’t the way he could (almost) always tell what you were thinking.

No.

You fell in love with Min Yoongi because he was a genuinely good person. The kind of person who made you want to be better too.

The way he’d do good things, the way he’d help people, especially when he thought no one was watching. You couldn’t count on all your fingers and toes how many times you’d sat at your window and watched Min Yoongi help an elderly woman carry her groceries up the stairs, or insisted on taking the single mother's trash to the dumpster as she wrangled her child in the other arm. The times he’d fix things the apartment complex neglected to get around to, not even leaving a note. He never asked for any glory.

The only time Yoongi sought out recognition was with his music.. His kind words and actions often went unnoticed or unappreciated by others. Yoongi didn’t mind that no one noticed, except you did. You noticed everything he did.

The day Yoongi moved in next door a year ago, you noticed his minty green hair and his contagious, gummy smile. You’d smiled back and welcomed him to the neighborhood, offering to help if he needed it. Yoongi had politely refused your offer, telling you he did not wish to bother you. Hours later when you showed up with freshly baked cookies, he did not refuse those. That was the beginning of your friendship with Yoongi.

After that, you two were almost inseparable, you were in his apartment or he was in yours. You talked and laughed and watched movies and got to know each other. The few moments you didn’t spend at each other’s side, you found yourself watching Yoongi every chance you got.

Just last week, you had perched yourself at your window and watched with a fond smile as your neighbor and now best friend comforted a little girl who’d approached him with tearful eyes and scuffed up knees.

Yoongi looked around for her mother, the single mom with too much on her plate, and when he didn’t find her he scooped the small girl into his arms, and gently distracted her with stories of a princess he once knew who fell off her bike too. The little girl snuggled into Yoongi’s chest as he walked around looking for her mother, telling her how the princess got a special band aid that made her booboo stop hurting immediately, like magic.

The mother darted over to Yoongi, spewing out apologies and thank you’s. She’d only turned her back for a moment and her toddler had disappeared. Yoongi shook his head, telling her it was nothing to apologize about and that he always enjoyed the young girls company. Min Yoongi was, in your opinion, a literal angel.

You smiled fondly, walking away from the window and stirring the soup you'd begun cooking earlier in the evening. You often shared your food with Yoongi, knowing that if you didn't, the stubborn idiot would exist on nothing but instant noodles and americano coffee. As you stirred the pot, you let your mind drift off with thoughts of Yoongi. He had texted you late the night before while he was struggling to compose lyrics for his new song.

He sent you voice clips of him rapping verses and asked your opinion on lines for the chorus, and you'd helped him get through his little slump until he was so in the zone he forgot to reply. You'd woken up this morning to an apology text and hugged your phone to your chest, reveling in how sweet he was and thinking it was just as good as a good morning text. You knew it was stupid to pretend these interactions with Yoongi were more than friendly, but sometimes you couldnt help yourself from getting lost in the idea of being his.

You wanted so badly to wake up to good morning texts from him. You wanted the hugs to last longer. You wanted him to hold you. You wanted to kiss those shiny, plump lips. Feel those veiny hands on your skin. You wanted to stay with him always, every time you parted from him a part of you seemed to dim. It was as if Yoongi was the sun and you were the moon, his warmth and energy reflected off of you and fueled your own.

Your entire life didn't revolve around Yoongi, not in the least. You had other interests and friends and hobbies. But it seemed like lately, he had wiggled his way into your heart so deeply, like a budding rose, the roots of your love for him were ingrained inside of you. Lately he had taken up more and more room in your heart, occupied more and more of your thoughts. You sighed, shaking off the empty feeling inside your chest and scooped the soup into two bowls.

You made your way over to Yoongi's apartment and balanced the soup so that you could knock. Yoongi opened the door a few moments later, wearing only grey sweatpants. Your mouth went dry and your grip on the soup wobbled as you stared at his exposed chest. Yoongi reached out to steady your hands and took the bowls from you, setting them down on the coffee table by the couch.

''Sorry I just got out of the shower. Let me go put a shirt on.'' Yoongi blushed, scurrying down the hallway and leaving you speechless at the entry.

You collected yourself, slowly shutting the door behind you and grabbing two spoons from his kitchen before sitting down on the sofa. Yoongi reappeared, fully clothed. You weren't sure if you were thankful or disappointed.

''This smells amazing!'' he praised. ''I was just about to make some instant noodles but this is so much better. Thank you!''

''How many times do I have to tell you that you can't survive on instant noodles and coffee?'' you rolled your eyes.

''I don't know how to cook.'' he shrugged.

''I have offered to teach you a million times.'' you threw back at him.

''But if I learned how to cook you wouldn't cook for me anymore.'' he pouted playfully , knocking his shoulder into yours.

''Big baby.'' you muttered, not bothering to hide the smile on your face. ''What would you do without me?''

''Probably die.'' he laughed. ''You're my best friend, I kind of need you.''

''Awww, Yoongi!'' you hugged him.

''Yeah yeah.'' he laughed, wrapping an arm around you in return. ''Just don't go anywhere, okay?''

''I won't, I promise.'' you grinned. ''Who else is going to feed you?''

''My point exactly.'' he winked, spooning more soup into his mouth and closing his eyes happily. “Ugh. Marry me.” He joked.

“You wish.” You laughed, trying to hide the heat rising in your cheeks.

You wished.

You chucked your coat off and threw it haphazardly on the coat rack then flopped onto the couch with a loud groan. You should have called in. You'd woken up late, your alarm didn't go off. You didn't have time to do your makeup if you wanted to shower, which you really needed to. So you'd gone to work looking like a troll, and things only spiraled downhill from there.

Your boss had called you out in front of everyone at the staff meeting for being late to work, using you as an example for the new attendance point system. Snide remarks were tossed your way from various grumpy people which you attempted to take in stride. Then, in the breakroom you'd spilled coffee all down the front of your peach colored dress.

You had texted Yoongi about your less than stellar morning and asked if he was having a better day. He talked you through your meltdown, trying to convince you that the universe wasn't out to get you and the world wasn't cruel and unjust. He'd been the reason you made it through the work day, albeit by the skin of your teeth. Your whole body dragged on the way home and all you wanted was to see Yoongi's smile but he had promised a friend he'd go drinking with them.

You flung yourself off the couch and changed into a baggy t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. You put on your favorite avocado face mask and relaxed with a lavender candle burning on the coffee table. You'd taken about two deep breaths when you heard soft tapping on your front door. You whined out loud and got up, padding over to the door and flinging it open.

The poor teenager standing at your door jumped in surprise, almost dropping the pizza he was holding. Eyes wide, he stepped back a bit. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Sorry. Can I help you?” you asked as sweetly as you could, guilt flooding your chest.

“Large pizza for Y/N Y/L/N? ” he questioned nervously.

“But I didn't order any-” you began to explain before you were cut off.

“Sorry! Sorry I thought I'd be back in time!” Yoongi huffed, jogging up to you and the poor delivery kid.

Yoongi took some cash out of his wallet and paid the young man before thanking him as he took the pizza and turned to you with a smile. He was also holding a white paper sack you couldn't identify and you shot him a quizzical look.

“Hey there Shrek.” he laughed at your bright green face mask which you had honestly forgotten about.

You were thankful it hid your blush as you swatted at his arm in protest.

“I thought you had plans.” you stated, ignoring his comment.

“I cancelled them.” he shrugged, moving past you to enter your apartment and set the pizza down on the coffee table.

“Why?” you asked, shutting the door and following him in.

“Sounded like you needed some cheering up.” Yoongi smiled, opening the paper bag and pulling out your favorite wine.

“Ugh, a man after my own heart.” you joked.

Yoongi just chuckled and uncorked the bottle, walking into your kitchen and pulling two wine glasses from the cabinet like he lived there. He poured you both a glass and sat next to you on the couch.

“I am fully aware that I am going to regret this decision, but I have decided that to cheer you up, we can watch whatever movie you want.” he told you.

Your eyes widened in excitement.

“Any movie I want?” you confirmed, “you won't complain?”

“One time only offer. Whatever movie you want.” he grinned at the childlike response.

“Harvard here we come!” you giggled, snatching up the remote and selecting Legally Blonde.

You glanced over at Yoongi, waiting for a snarky comment. He only gave you a pained smile. You snuggled into the couch with your wine in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other, feeling content and happy. Yoongi had turned the worst day into one of the best, simply by being who he was: kind and thoughtful.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” you said softly.

“No need to thank me. That's what friends are for.” he smiled, throwing an arm around your shoulders and leaning in for a quick squeeze.

Yoongi left his arm around your shoulder while you two watched the movie, and you had never been more comfortable than you were snuggled into Yoongi's side with your wine and pizza and strong leading female character centered movie. With Min Yoongi by your side, maybe the world wasn't so bad after all.

Today was Yoongi’s birthday. He’d gone to lunch with his family the day before and had planned to spend the day with you once he got off work. You looked over at your coffee table, grinning at his gift that you’d wrapped perfectly, even put a pretty bow on top. You’d baked him a cake, which was iced and ready for candles. You opened the drawer, but did not find candles.

Cursing under your breath, you checked the time before rushing out the door and running over to the small shopping center across the street from your apartment complex. You gave a friendly wave to the cashier, a college aged girl who worked there three days a week. You grabbed candles and a lighter then made your way over, making small talk with her and asking about classes.

“Thank god finals are almost over. They’re killing me.” She whined as you swiped your card.

“Hang in there, it’s almost over!” You encouraged her and she groaned but laughed.

You made your way back to your apartment complex, thinking about Yoongi and his face when he inevitably saw what you’d bought him. You didn’t notice the clouds turning an angry gray. You did notice however, when the rain immediately started pelting down, drenching you in seconds. You squealed, holding your shopping bag above your head and jogging towards your apartment.

Suddenly, the rain stopped assaulting you, and you looked up to find Min Yoongi laughing as he held an umbrella over both of your heads. Despite his eyes being the darkest color you’d ever seen, they shone with kindness.

“Yoongi.” You grinned in surprise, “you’re home early!”

“Yeah, they let me go early for my birthday.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

“Well let’s party!” You beamed up at him.

The two of you ascended the staircase and made your way into your apartment. You shrugged off your soaked jacket and hung it up. Yoongi cleared his throat uncomfortably, looking anywhere but at you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I-uh... your shirt.” He mumbled, apples of his cheeks dusted with a light pink flush.

You looked down, cheeks burning as you realized your white t shirt was soaked through, revealing your lacy pink bra. You squeaked, arms darting out to cover your chest. You disappeared into your room, embarrassment flooding your face as you changed. Reappearing in front of Yoongi fully covered, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay, don’t be embarrassed.” He comforted you with a hand on your shoulder.

The skin there burned. When you didn’t say anything, Yoongi pulled you into a hug, strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his warm chest. You let the warmth of his embrace comfort you for a moment before pulling away and putting the candles in his cake and lighting them before walking it over to him.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Yoongi! Happy birthday to you!”

Yoongi’s gummy smile graced his lips before he closed his eyes and blew out the candles.

“What did you wish for?” You asked, leaning in and wiggling your eyebrows.

“If I tell you it won’t come true!” He chuckled.

You sighed dramatically with a smile and cut the cake into slices, handing him the biggest one. Yoongi took one bite and threw his head back with a groan.

“This is delicious, Y/N. Thank you so much.” He praised.

Your heart skipped a beat and you grabbed the neatly wrapped present from beside the couch, holding it out to him.

“I told you not to buy me anything.” He glared jokingly at you.

“Just open it.” You giggled.

Yoongi took his time opening the gift, carefully peeling back the paper in an attempt to keep it whole and make less of a mess for you, thoughtful man that he was. He froze when he saw the box.

“You didn’t.” He gasped.

Your giddy laughter was your only response.

“These are... they... theyre too much, Y/N. I can’t accept them.” He sighed regretfully.

“You can and you will. You deserve something special on your special day! It’s about time someone pays you back for everything you do.” You smiled encouragingly.

“The cake was more than enough.” He argued, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the box in his lap.

They were the wireless noise cancelling headphones he’d been drooling over for months, ever since the promo came out on Instagram. He’d been salivating when he showed you the ad for them, and you started picking up a few extra shifts here and there to put back money for them. They were a couple hundred dollars but you would’ve saved up thousands just to see the look that adorned Yoongi’s face in that moment.

“Thank you... so much. I’ll pay you back for these. I’ll take you to dinner. I’ll-“ he began but you cut him off.

“Don’t even think about it. Just take them. If you really wanna pay me back, write me a song.” You grinned.

“I will.” Yoongi promised, engulfing you in a tight hug. “Thank you.” Left his lips in a whisper over and over. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

He pulled back and held you at arms length, eyes trained on your face. His gaze roamed over your features, drinking you in. His eyes searched yours for a moment before his gaze flicked to your lips. You waited with bated breath.

“Y/N?” Yoongi's voice was barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“Can I kiss you?” He questioned quietly, carefully.

“Please.”

His hand came up to gently cup your cheek. He angled his head and closed the distance between you. The moment his lips pressed against yours, it felt like coming home. He held you close, and you’d never felt so safe. Your heart hammered in your chest as your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers gently threading through his hair. Yoongi’s arms found purchase on your hips and he pressed himself closer to you, his tongue sneaking out and gliding along your lips. You parted them, and he deepened the kiss. You weren’t aware that your grip on his hair had tightened until Yoongi pulled back, resting his forehead against your own with labored breathing.

“I’m trying really hard to be respectful and not to push you, but you’re making it kinda hard pulling on my hair like that.” he admitted breathlessly. You could feel the thickness of him pressing into you.

“What if I want you to?” you asked quietly, looking up at him from beneath your lashes.

Yoongi sucked in a surprised breath, his eyes searching yours almost frantically for a sign of doubt. When he found none, he interlaced his fingers into yours.

“Are you sure?” he pondered.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything or anyone.” you admitted, biting down on your lip nervously.

“Is this- Are you- I don’t think I can do this if it’s just a one time thing.” Yoongi sighed remorsefully.

“I don’t want it to be.” you reply, gently running a hand up and down his arm comfortingly. “Yoongi I want you. In every possible way. You’re my best friend. I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for a while.”

“I’m in love with you too.” he whispered, like a secret he’d been dying to tell you. “Be mine?”

“Oh Yoongi baby, I’ve always been yours.” you giggled, pulling him in for a tender kiss.

Yoongi kissed you back, slowly. He took his time, exploring your mouth, relishing in the taste of you. You tasted a bit like the cake you’d both consumed not long ago, but also just distinctively...you. Yoongi loved the way you tasted, and he wondered idly if other areas of your body tasted just as sweet.

Gripping you by the hips, Yoongi pulled you up against him and you wrapped your legs around his torso as he carried you towards your bedroom. Your hands gripped his biceps and he barely had to look where he was going, so familiar with your apartment since he practically lived there. He hoped to become as familiar with your body and how you ticked as he was with everything else about you. You could feel him pressing up against your core as he carried you, the friction causing arousal to pool.

Yoongi placed you on the mattress gently, his body moving to hover over yours. He gazed down at you with longing in his onyx eyes, but it wasn’t just longing. He yearned for you, needed you, you knew this because you felt it too. The way he looked into your eyes mirrored your own expression. You were so desperately in love with Min Yoongi, and by some miracle, he felt the same way.

“I have dreamt about this moment for so long.” he admitted sheepishly, “I almost can’t believe this is real.”

“Me either. I can’t believe you’re here.” you giggled, letting a hand come up to softly caress his face, then push his hair out of his eyes.

“I’m not going to lie, I thought I was going to have to leave when your shirt was wet and I saw your bra. I didn’t want you to see my hard-on.” he laughed.

You covered your face and giggled in embarrassment, but Yoongi’s hands covered yours and pulled them away from your face, holding them on either side of your head.

“Don’t hide from me. Don’t ever hide any part of yourself from me. You are so beautiful, Y/N. I adore everything about you.” Yoongi cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Did you know…” he ghosted his lips to the other cheek. “That…” his tender assault moved to your forehead as he placed a kiss to it. “I…” his lips brushed the tip of your nose. “love you.” he smiled, kissing your lips.

“I love you too, so much.” you giggled, kissing him back and moving closer to him, his warm embrace cradling you.

Something shifted, and Yoongi’s kisses got deeper, needier. His body lowered to lay flush against yours, but he was careful not to squish you. His erection pressed firmly into your core as he slowly rutted his hips into yours. A quiet moan left your lips at the swivel of his hips against yours and Yoongi’s kisses began to descend, his lips now working against the skin of your neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh.

His fingers crept up to the hem of your dress, and he tugged gently on it. You lifted yourself, tugging it off and tossing it across the room. Yoongi had seen you in bathing suits that had covered the same amount of skin, but this was different and it had heat flooding your cheeks. You took a deep breath and willed all of your courage and unhooked your bra, letting it slip down your shoulders before tossing it aside as well, leaving you only in your panties.

Yoongi’s jaw went slack as he stared at your breasts. You wanted to cover them, wanted to hide, but this was Yoongi. You trusted him with every part of you.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” he stated in awe.

His head dipped down and his mouth wrapped around your nipple, his tongue flicking over the nub. Your back arched and your whimpers got louder when he began to suck. His large hand reached up to knead and tweak the other breast. Your body responded immediately, hips bucking up into Yoongi’s. You gripped his shirt and tugged, mumbling “off.” Yoongi obliged, tearing the fabric off and tossing it away in one fluid motion.

Your mouth watered, eyes roaming his ivory skin, the smooth planes of his flat stomach, poofing out just a little. He was perfect. Yoongi’s cheeks were dusted pink again and you leaned up, placing soft kisses to his tummy. Yoongi wound his hands gently in your hair, watery eyes watching you as you worshipped his body the way he deserved. Your lips ghosted over his chest and you could feel his heart racing beneath your touch.

“You’re so perfect.” you cooed.

Yoongi covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, and you grinned up at him. His hands came down to cup your face gently, and you leaned into his touch before urging him backwards until he was lying on his back. You made quick work of his belt and zipper, pulling his slacks down and tossing them haphazardly away. You watched his face for a reaction, and he bit his lip to conceal a nervous smile. Your heart fluttered in your chest at how adorable he was.

Despite the fondness filling your chest, you couldn’t help but feel warmth farther down when your eyes roamed over the tent in Yoongi’s boxers. You reached out and cupped your hand over his hardened member, palming him over his boxers. Yoongi let out a low groan at your actions, his hand gripping at the duvet cover. You slowly pulled the boxers off his body,

Yoongi’s length sprung free once his boxers were removed and it rested against his stomach, thick, hard, and leaking. You peppered soft kisses along the vein, bringing a groan out of Yoongi. Your tongue snuck out and cautiously slid across the tip of his penis, and his breath stuttered. You smiled to yourself, then took him in your mouth. Yoongi couldn't tear his eyes away from you, mesmerized by the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock. He'd had a million dreams about this very moment, but none of them compared to the way it felt to have his cock in your mouth.

It was almost too much for Yoongi, the way you were bobbing your head along his length, twirling your tongue around, massaging his balls with the perfect amount of pressure. It wasn't all sensual, he could see the adoration in your eyes. It made his heart swell with joy. Other parts of him were swelling as well as he neared his high. His hips involuntarily jerked, apologies tumbling from his reddened lips but you didn't slow down. You wanted to make him feel good, reward him for all the things he did for everyone else.

“Y/N, I..I'm gonna-” Yoongi warned.

You took the opportunity to take him deeper down your throat, swallowing around him. That sent Yoongi over the edge, echoes of your name falling from his lips, his body twitching as he spilled his seed down your throat. Yoongi took a shaky breath and gazed down at you in awe as you licked your lips clean after swallowing his load.

“Your turn.” He smiled, guiding you to lay on your back while he settled himself between your thighs, placing teasing kisses along the skin there.

He pulled your panties down your legs and licked his lips at the sight of your soaking cunt presented to him. Yoongi didn’t waste any time, bringing his lips to your folds and letting his tongue dart out to lick at your clit. You gasped, spreading your legs further apart, inviting him in. He slowly slipped one finger in your heat, working it and curling to hit that sweet spot that had you drooling.

His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked before using his tongue to attack the sensitive bundle of nerves. You knew Yoongi could move his tongue quickly based on every rap you’d heard him recite and you’d daydreamed about how that would translate to eating you out but his skills surpassed your imagination and he had you close to cumming in under a minute. He slowly worked more fingers in, stretching your tight hole while he seemed to recite spells on your clit with his tongue.

No sooner than Yoongi added a third finger, you were careening off the edge, pleasure washing over you and Yoongi worked you through it, drinking up all of your juices and leaving a soft peck on your clit as you came down, which had your body jolting. He reached down to his jeans and pulled out a condom.

“Are you still sure about this?” He asked tentatively.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You said with absolute certainty.

Yoongi crawled up your body, leaving sweet kisses as he made his way to hover over you until you were face to face. He bit his plush lip, looking into your eyes with so much longing it almost hurt to return his gaze. He reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, leaving his large hands on your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. You leaned up and captured his lips with your own, and he melted into the kiss, immediately deepening it. His hands travelled down your neck, his fingertips tenderly brushing against the skin of your arms until he found your hands, resting beside your head. He interlaced your fingers together as he finally, finally entered you.

You gasped into his mouth, squeezing his hand while you focused on the feeling of finally being filled by the man of your dreams. Yoongi felt perfect inside of you, filling you up perfectly as if he was made for you and you were made for him. He stretched you in all the right ways and feeling him pressed up against your walls had your head spinning.

'' You okay?'' Yoongi asked, stilling inside of you.

''Yes.'' you whispered breathlessly. ''You feel so good, Yoongi. Please.''

Yoongi began to slowly move inside you, taking his time and making sure not to hurt you. His hips met yours as he bottomed out and he let out a shaky breath, watching your eyes for any sign of discomfort. You smiled up at him, pecking his lips quickly. Yoongi was amazed at how brightly your eyes shined when you looked at him. His thrusts started picking up pace, your soft noises spurring him on.

The two of you shared sweet kisses as he thrust in and out of your aching heat. Your noises gradually got louder, the faster his thrusts got. The louder you got, the harder it was for Yoongi to keep his composure. While he'd been picking up the pace, he’d remained fairly gentle, but something in him snapped when you groaned his name, sounding particularly needy as you begged ''more.''

His hips snapped into yours in a harsh thrust , knocking the air from your lungs. Gone was the sweet love making from moments ago, instead Yoongi was plowing into you with everything he had within him. Everything he'd held back this past year seemed to be pouring out, driving him to fuck you harder, faster. If you thought Yoongi's slow passionate strokes were maddening, you were absolutely ruined by his relentless, unforgiving thrusts.

Your soft cries of his name were now loud moans, he had you writhing and screaming as he drove you closer to the edge with every brush of your sweet spot.

''Fuck, you take my cock so well baby. I have dreamed about fucking you like this for so long.'' he growled in your ear, leaving hot, wet kisses along the skin below it.

''Me...me too.'' you whined at a particularly good thrust.

''Hmmm, I bet you have.” he smirked, bringing his hand between your bodies to rub lazy circles on your clit.

“Did you touch yourself here?” he asked, applying more pressure to your sensitive bud. “Did you play with this pretty pussy thinking about my cock?”

You nodded, overwhelmed with pleasure while Yoongi played your body like an instrument he'd practiced all his life. He knew exactly where to touch, how to rub, how to bring you to the brink of oblivion with a single stroke of his thumb. He was a damn sex wizard.

“You're cute, baby girl. But I need you to tell me. Tell me how desperate you were to feel me inside you. How you thought of me while you fingered yourself.” Yoongi coaxed, bringing one nipple into his mouth and making it impossible for you to think as his tongue rolled over it.

“Cat got your tongue?” Yoongi purred, licking a bold stripe across your hardened nipple, then the other. “Who makes you feel this good?”

“You.” you moaned, walls clenching around his cock as you got closer to release. This response did not seem to satisfy Yoongi and he shook his head.

“What's my name?” he prodded.

“Yo...Yoongi!” you cried out as he rolled his hips harshly against your own.

“Close... but you can do better, baby girl. ” his words were muffled by the hickeys he was sucking along your skin.

“Fuck… daddy.” you whimpered.

“What was that princess? Louder.” he commanded.

“Daddy!” you groaned.

“Cum for daddy.” Yoongi demanded.

And you did. Your orgasm crashed over you, the most intense you had ever experienced before. You body arched off the bed into Yoongis and you let out the most pornographic sound Yoongi had ever heard. Your vision went spotty and your head felt light and your face contorted in pleasure. The combined feeling of your pussy clenching around him and the sounds you were making threw Yoongi over the edge and he came shortly after you, spurts of hot cum filling the condom. Yoongi didn't think he had ever cum this much in his life. He tied the condom and threw it in your trash can.

His savage streak gone, the energy drained out of Yoongi and he fell beside you panting. You looked over to meet his gaze and you both burst into giggles. His arms came to wrap around you to pull you into his chest. You sighed contently and nuzzled into his warmth. He stroked your hair softly, leaving soft kisses anywhere he could reach. You pressed chaste kisses to the skin of his chest, too exhausted to aim for anywhere else.

“I can't believe it took us this long to get here. We're pathetic.” you giggled.

“Better late than never, I suppose.” he grinned.

“Always a bright side, that's one of the things I love about you.” you admitted with a shy smile.

“Oh?” Yoongi smiled, kissing your blush filled cheeks.

“There's certain things that I adore about you.” you explained. “Like how kind you are, and how determined and focused. How you always treat people with respect. How you scrunch your nose up. God its adorable.”

Yoongi covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, his own cheeks now turning a shade of red.

“I love you too, baby. I love how you take care of me. How your eyes light up when you smile. I love how passionate you are. You’re perfect to me.” Yoongi's voice was low and soft while he confessed.

You hid your face in his chest, willing your racing heart to calm down, but Yoongi always made your heart race, it seemed to beat only for him. Soon, exhaustion got the better of both of you. You drifted to sleep in Yoongi's warm embrace, listening to your favorite sound in the world, his heart. And it beat only for you.

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yoongis-eggslut · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Apparently Min Yoongi hasn’t been doing enough to get your attention on a MV shoot.

Word Count: 6.8K

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. receiving), light nipple play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t take sex advice from Tumblr smut), slight scratching kink, name calling kink, unnamed noona kink (noona is never used, but reader is a noona), Suga’s not quite himself because he’s trying to impress Reader, Suga also likes the word “fuck” a LOT

A/N: Sweet and protective Yoongi does it for me but so does “grab you and fuck you” Yoongi, so this is like a mild swirl of the two. I tried to be as unspecific about the reader as possible. Also, the smut is in P2 if that’s what you’re here for and it’s like...3K words of sweet smutty goodness.

Part One | Part Two

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“So we definitely want to avoid the top of the hill!” you’re calling out towards the director as you descend down said dusty hill, one hand raised to block your eyes from the bright desert sun. Your boots slide a little in the dirt and a shadow quickly steps into your path. You look up to see that Suga seems to have jogged a few paces up the hill and is reaching out a courteous hand to help you the rest of the way down.

You take his hand, hoping the heat of the sun covers for the blush that spreads across your cheeks, and murmur “Thanks…” as you carefully navigate the rest of the way down. He remains silent, keeping a firm but polite grip until you’ve safely covered the few steps to the bottom.

“Why, what’s at the top of the hill?” The director asks, wandering over to you while looking over a clipboard an assistant handed to him. You drop Suga’s hand as naturally as you could and move towards the director to relay the surprising presence of a very unamused nest of rattlesnakes at the crest of the hill you’d been exploring for the shoot.

It had been one of the longest video shoots you had ever worked, but BTS had wanted to go all out so the entire crew had been on site from dawn every day until late into the nights, toiling away to ensure they nailed their concept. It was your first time working with them and you’d been impressed with their level of perfectionism as well as their sheer, inexplicable humbleness, considering who they were. They were also, endearingly, remarkably silly and carefree between scenes, which had made this one of the more enjoyable shoots you’d worked in recent memory.

Well, you thought, most of them were pretty carefree. Suga seemed to stand out as the silent, stoic one, which was a little unusual since you’d heard he was actually a pretty soft guy once you got to know him. He was good about letting the other members joke around with him, but it was more with the attitude of someone indulging them. You wondered if his position as one of the eldest in the group had made him settle into premature Dad mode. Which was funny to you, since, being a few years older than him, you’d noted that you still weren’t excluded from his fussing. If you went too long without eating, for example, or got too busy to notice how the cold had set in once the sun was down, he’d quietly appear, offering a bag of snacks or asking nonchalantly if you were uncomfortable without a coat. You found it very sweet, if a little unnecessary, but almost all of the guys were that way, to some degree, so it didn’t particularly stand out that Suga had silently made it his mission to look after you.

Which was why you missed the look on his face as he heard you recount running into rattlesnakes to the director, even as you assured him you were fine and backed away properly as the crew had been instructed. His eyes widened as you gestured up the hill and asked if there were markers to seal off the area so no one else would run into them. You missed the pout of his lips as you moved away with the director and a crew member to head to a supply trailer to look for something that might do.

His face was like thunder as he felt a wide hand clap him on his back. He looked up at Namjoon, whose lips were flattened into a thin line of commiseration.

“Her job is her job, hyung.” He said.

“No one’s job is to get attacked by poisonous snakes.” Yoongi muttered before moving along with the rest of the crew to the next set.

As Namjoon couldn’t argue with that, no more was said, which suited Yoongi just fine as he tried to shake it off and get his head back into the shoot.

*******

Yoongi didn’t run into you again until later that day. He walked into the catering tent and found you chugging a bottle of water and disinterestedly perusing the snack options. He bided his time as he opened the cooler in search of the iced coffee he’d come to get, standing just a little ways away from you as he leisurely filled his cup with ice and began to pour the coffee in.

You looked over and smiled at him, but otherwise said nothing. He was just gearing himself up to start a conversation with you when Taehyung bound into the tent and up to the table.

“Mmm, watermelon…” he said, popping a giant slice into his mouth, cheeks puffing out as he chewed. Yoongi remained expressionless as Taehyung turned to you and held a slice out right in front of your face.

“Here. Watermelon.” Was all he said. You looked at him, amused, before rolling your eyes and smiling, gingerly taking the slice from him and beginning to nibble on it before giving him a companionable pat on the back and moving away.

Taehyung turned, his back to you, and shot a smirk at Yoongi as he raised his eyebrows and walked out of the tent, still munching on his fruit. The annoyance level within Yoongi grew, and he had to loosen his shoulders, his neck cracking in the process. In the meantime, you’d wandered off to the nearby seating area and sat down next to one of the other female crew members, the sounds of your soft conversation letting him know he’d missed his window with you this time.

Huffing out his irritation, mostly with himself for letting Taehyung get under his skin so easily, he made his way out of the tent and veered quickly towards the back of it, where the sun was slanting enough to put him in some shade while he took a few moments to get away from everyone else and coach himself out of his cranky mood.

He was staring out at the distant foothills, sipping his coffee and trying to restore his sense of peace. A slight grin dawned on his lips as he took comfort in the fact that at least you’d smiled at him just now. He was beginning to reminisce about how nice your hand had felt in his earlier when the generator next to him flipped on, filling the air with an obnoxious buzzing and shattering the peace he’d been seeking.

“Of course.” He muttered darkly, taking another swig of his coffee as he accepted that things weren’t going his way today.

It was a few minutes until the damn machine switched off, he was about to get back to work when he heard your voice, still inside the tent and apparently raised to compensate for the now silent buzz of the generator.

“No he does not!” you were laughing.

“I’m telling you, he’s into you. You should go for it.” He heard the other female crewmember say, equally mirthful. Yoongi froze, waiting to hear what was said next, his stomach clenched in anticipation that was about to give him an issue with the ice cold coffee he’d just consumed.

“Shhh, shut up! You’re so full of it. He’s just being a nice…kid.”

“Pssh, you’re full of it. And so condescending. Isn’t he like, almost 30?”

Oh god, oh god, Yoongi chanted in his head. Who were you talking about? Some kid liked you? The idea had him frowning at the horizon while his ears kept straining to hear your conversation.

“No.” you answered petulantly, clearly not taking the conversation seriously at all. “He’s 12. He needs a mommy, not a hook-up.”

“Maybe you could be his mommy.” Your friend intoned suggestively.

“OMG, please stop.” You’re both squealing with laughter now and Yoongi’s brow is thoroughly furrowed in confusion.

“Ok, ok…” he hears your friend suck in a breath, trying to regain her composure before she starts her next sentence. It’s silent for a moment and Yoongi prays that the generator doesn’t switch back on. Let just one thing not screw him over today.

“You can’t tell me you wouldn’t, though.” He hears a light smack and doesn’t know whether you or your friend have hit each other or if you’ve just smacked your own forehead in exasperation. “Oh COME ON…” your friend continues, “You’re telling me that if you and Suga, like…hypothetically end up stranded in a cabin in the woods, you’re not going to sleep with him if he crooks his finger at you??”

If Yoongi’s face could get any paler it would. His lips have practically disappeared into a thin line as he strains to hear your answer over the blood suddenly rushing in his ears.

“In that exact situation? Well obviously.” You admit, but he can hear your sarcasm and practically see the roll of your eyes.

Your friend calls your bluff. “Please. You’d fuck him in his trailer and wouldn’t even be mad if he couldn’t remember your name.”

Suddenly he can hear the chairs squeak as you both get up and start moving out of his earshot and he finds himself praying again that he’ll be able to make out your response before you’re gone.

“Yeah,” you say, and there’s no trace of sarcasm in your tone this time, but there is a slight sigh in your voice that sounds almost…dreamy? “I probably would.”

Yoongi’s coffee cup slips from his hands.

*******

“Wait, she called you a KID?”

Jin’s voice has reached peak Jin and Yoongi cringes.

“Ey, keep it down, hyung. You don’t have to be so loud.” He shushes.

He’s sitting in his trailer with Jin and Namjoon, relaying the conversation he just overheard. Yoongi is having an embarrassing enough time confiding this information, he’s not interested in having Jin shout it across the set.

“Yoongi-ah…” Jin seems split between being genuinely remorseful and highly entertained at his brother’s predicament, “it’s not good if she can’t think of you as a man.”

Yoongi rubs a hand over his face and sighs. “I know this, hyung.”

“But she said she’d sleep with you.” Namjoon says, arms crossed over his chest as he ponders. “Twice, technically.”

“She’d technically sleep with him twice?” Jin questions, the mirth in his voice breaking through at his first opportunity to make a joke.

“She said she’d sleep with me two times.” Yoongi is irritated.

“Why just two times, are you bad the second time?” Jin asks, now enjoying himself a little too much.

“Why am I having this conversation when I could just murder you instead?” Yoongi’s voice is flat.

In the corner, Namjoon’s shoulders are shaking silently as he tries to pull himself together. It sure was easy to get under Yoongi’s skin these days, he’d be lying if he couldn’t admit that the whole group had been enjoying it a little too much.

“Hyung,” Namjoon suggests, “it was just girls talking. She’s working here, I don’t think she’s trying to sleep with anyone right now.”

Yoongi knew this, realistically. But there was a buzz that had been running through his veins ever since he’d heard you admit that you’d fuck him, and he couldn’t focus on anything else right now. Hence the need to call Jin and Namjoon into his trailer and try to talk it through so he could reclaim his brain and stop thinking about that hint of wistfulness in your voice as you talked about him…

“Yah!” Jin’s shouting breaks through Yoongi’s reverie. “We don’t have time for this right now. We have to be back on set. Yoongi-ah…” Yoongi looks up as Jin leans forward and addresses him seriously, “You’re not proving you’re a man by bringing her water and hovering around her all the time. If you want to know her, you’ve got to gather your courage and talk to her. Tell her you like her.”

At this Jin gets up, exactly as the staff begin knocking at the door to collect everyone back to set.

Jin pauses at the door and turns around, a sly expression on his face. “Offer to take her to a nice cabin.”

*******

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hoseokslefteyebrow · 4 years ago

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His || K.TH

Pairing : Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre : fluff, i2l ( idiots to lovers), somewhat of a smut undercut but no actual smut

Summary : Taehyung fell in love with you the moment you saved him from the shit excuse of a hybrid 'sanctuary', but it takes jealousy to actually get to talk about it with you.

Wordcount: 1.8k

[ A/N: So there was a Quotev reader who had a story suggestion for a wolf hybrid Tae, I decided to make ut into a one shot instead and instead of Wolf hybrid Tae, I decided on Alaskan Noble Companion Dog Tae. Anyway, enjoy!]

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Taehyung's pointy black wolf like ears twitched on top of his his dyed blonde head due to all the sounds around him.

It was currently almost 2 A.M., and he had woken up to the movement around him.

Which was weird, it was usually completely quiet in the 'sanctuary' around this time. However, there was currently an unnerving amount of different sounds around him. And even tough he couldn't see anyone, he could almost feel the tension.

" What about this one?" A femine voice sounded outside the metal door he was hidden behind.

Who was at the sanctuary at this time?

His ears went back in caution as he sat up on his bed, ready to pounce at whoever would enter his room.

" He's a little.... I don't know. But every time I see him, he's growling at us." He recognised the voice of this guy as someone who worked in the sanctuary, he'd never talked to him before, but he does recognise his voice.

A genuine chuckle left the your lips, as if it's funny.

" That's probably because you work here. Okay! Fella on the other side of this room, step back cause we're about to blow it!" Your voice sounded, and Taehyung listened, even tough he was confused.

His tail wagged softly behind him in curiosity.

" You better cover your ears!" You yelled before a beeping sound was heard.

At first the beeping was soft and even, but after a few seconds it was just a flat screaming line, and before he knew it the door was blown up.

Where the door used to stand was now one big hole, and he could see how his neighbor, a black jaguar hybrid by the name of Yoongi, was also let out of a big hole instead of a door.

" See! I told you it'd work!" You yelled to the sanctuary worker, who smiled and nodded.

Taehyung growled at the worker, who was in his uniform, probably because he had the night shift.

" You can go. I'll take it from here." You told him, now serious, as you faced Taehyung.

The worker nodded and walked away, off to help the other hybrids out.

Taehyung eyed the pair of tweezers and scalpel in your hand warily.

You took a look at it too before openly showcasing it to him.

" Yeah, I know. I seem like a mentally unstable person whose going to kill you. But we need to get your tracker out. Do you mind?" You asked.

Taehyung was surprised to say the least, never had a human asked him if he was okay with what they'll do to him.

He wordlessly shook his head, unable to form a sentence.

You smiled thankfully at him.

" Turn around please. Your tracker is in your left shoulder blade. They put it there so you can't like, scratch it out or something." You instructed him.

He nodded, and took his shirt of with it, that way you had easier access to his back.

" Thank you. What's your name?" You asked him, trying not to let your hands wander over the bruises adoring his back.

" Taehyung." He answered, His voice deep and husky.

" Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I'm Y/N. Also a fair warning, this'll hurt." You warned him before pushing the scapel into his skin.

Taehyung sucked in his breath from the pain, but didn't move.

" W-what would you have done if I hadn't wanted you to cut it out?" Taehyung asked after a moment.

" We'd try to create a malfunction in it trough the laptop. But that'd be way riskier and overall not nice. Or we'd take it out on location. " You said as you pushed his tracker out.

Taehyung didn't say anything as you pulled something out of him.

" There. Now off you go. There's a bus outside, they'll take you to safety. We'll stitch you up once we're at base. Oh, and throw your tracker in the river." You told him as you handed him his tracker, a small black object which looked a lot like a phone's chipcard.

" Wait- Where are you going? What about you?" Taehyung asked, suddenly overcome with concern.

" I'm going to help the other hybrids out." You told him before turning away and walking down the hall.

Taehyung decided to follow you. Not all the hybrids in here are safe to approach after all, and you're saving him, he should maybe save you too.

That's how Taehyung met you, and he couldn't have been happier.

You were part of a Hybrid Activist group, you were the Med guy in the team, taking out hybrid their trackers and patching them up when needed.

After helping him break out, he's decided to stay with you. You were fine with that, and treated him more like a person than pet, unlike how most people treat hybrids.

It's now six months later, and Taehyung feels grumpy as he watches you and the new hybrid that came in around a week ago.

The two of you were right now at the Hybrid Sanctuary where you worked at, and you were working hard as always. Whenether it'd be to care for the little ones or to care for the elder ones, you never seemed to mind their requests.

It wasn't that he didn't like the new rabbit hybrid, the guy was actually pretty cool and all. It was more that the rabbit was more often than not a little too comfortable around you for his liking.

Like right now for example, you only sat down a moment ago to rest and the hybrid was once again glued to your side.

Taehyung's jealousy grew as he watched your hand move into the hybrid's hair, your fingers probably scratching the base of his ears.

It did seem very comfortable. Would it feel nice if you'd pet his ears too?

Even tough you two lived together, you had never pet Taehyung like that. The most you've done is run your fingers trough his hair when he was tired.

Your gaze suddenly spotted Taehyung's intimidating one, and you smiled at him, seemingly unbothered by the intensity of his eyes.

He gave you a small smile back in response before it turned into a scowl again as the hybrid at your side nuzzled his head into your neck, probably scenting you.

If he was younger, Taehyung wouldn't have minded, he knew that the younger hybrids often did it to get your scent on them, something hybrid parents usually did by their children as it made them feel safer. However, this guy was only two years younger than him, so he obviously knew what he was doing. And you're not stupid, you probably did too. He did not like that one bit, you were his after all. Altough he never said it out loud, he tough that you probably knew that.

Or maybe not, He tough as he glared at the two of you.

" Okay, tell me. What's wrong?" You asked Taehyung as you sat down beside him on the couch in your home.

He's been acting weird all afternoon, glaring at you for no reason and ever since you've been home he's been quiet.

" Nothing." He huffed, crossing his arms and looking at the tv, which wasn't even on.

" Tae." You sighed.

He made an acknowledging sound in response.

" C'mon. Tell me what's wrong. I can't smell emotions y'know?" You said, softly brushing some hair from his cheek.

" Why do you let that rabbit hybrid do whatever he wants?" He suddenly asked.

" What?" You asked confused.

" You know a lot about hybrids, why do you let him scent you? You're not his to scent." Taehyung grumbled, now facing you.

You blinked.

" He feels safe around me, I didn't think anyone would mind." You shrugged, now realizing that there indeed is someone who minds.

" I mind." He grumbled.

" I get that now yeah. Why do you even get jealous? You don't seem to care when one of the youngers scent me." You told him.

" They do that because they see you as a mother figure of some sort. Jungkook did it because he sees you as his 'girlfriend' or something." He said.

" Well, it's not like I am tough. I'm sure he knows that I'm single and-"

" You're not single." He cut you off.

" Sorry?" You asked him perplexed.

" I tough we were a thing?" He asked.

" What made you think that?" You asked him.

" The days of my rut." He andwered bluntly and honestly.

Your cheeks went pink at his answer. You had indeed helped him out in his rut, he didn't trust anyone else. But after those days everything had gone back to how it was before, so you tough that he didn't want you as a girlfriend.

" I pleased you for days. What makes you think I would want to touch anyone else or that we're nothing more than friends? I tough we crossed the line that day." He asked concerned.

" I- I don't know. Everything just went back to how things were before your rut, so I tough that you didn't want me like that." You said, avoiding his gaze as the loose thread of the couch was suddenly more interesting.

Taehyung shuffled closer to you, throwing his arm around you and softly kissing your forehead.

" Why would I not want you like that? I just tough that you weren't into skinship as much. You never pet my ears like you pet the rabbit's either." Taehyung said as he leaned his head under your chin, scenting you.

" Sorry." You wishpered.

Taehyung didn't say anything in response, instead grabbing your hand and dropping it ontop of his head.

You smiled but didn't say anything in response, simply complying to his silent wish.

Taehyung's tail wagged as he leaned his head into your hand, your hands were just as good as he imagined.

" Just to be clear, we're now a couple right?" Taehyung asked as he looked at you trough his piercing eyes.

You smiled and nodded, pecking him on the lips.

" Hell yeah we are."

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↬ Scenarios: 💭

↬ “Connected to” (connected to an other scenario/fic/series): 🖇

► Kink-Scenario 😈💋 [♔- Reader]

[What kind of dirty secret(s) could the boys have?]

► Halloween Costume-Scenario 🌸💋😈 [♔- Reader]

[You’re wearing a scandalous Halloween Costume for a Halloweenparty...]

► Their favourite Make out-/Sex-Songs: Hyung Line Maknae Line 💋😈 [♔- Reader]

[Which songs would bring the boys right into the mood?]

► Honeymoon-Destinations: Hyung Line Maknae Line 🌸 [♔- Reader]

[What cities/countries would they choose for their honeymoon-trip?]

► When the boys have a crush on you!

▸ Their feelings for you! 🌸

▪ here [♕- Reader]

▸ Their dirty thoughts about you! 💋😈

▪ About him [♚- Reader]

▪ About her [♔- Reader]

► Easter Special 🌸💋😈

[You’re wearing a sexy bunny outfit for them on Easter Sunday!]

▪ Easter with her! [♔- Reader]

▪ Easter with him! [♚- Reader]

» Series Key «

↬ Finished: 💯

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↬ Long Term Project: 📅

↬ Paused: ⁉️

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(the last one will hopefully never happen...)

▲ ▼ ▲▼▲

► Naughty Days ‘til Christmas 💋😈 [♔|♚|♕-Reader]

This is a spicy Advent Calendar for Christmas: The Boys bought an Erotic Advent-Calendar and every day they unpack another sexy Accessory with the Reader. Of course they try all the products! 💬

(24 Smut-Drabbles with female/male/gender neutral Readers)

► BTS Dog Hybrid-Series 🌸🌧💋😈 mostly [♔-Reader] BUT [♚/♕-Reader] possible!

Seven different stories about the boys in a world where humans and hybrids exists, an unique ethnicity of humans they’re able to shift their shape into a dog. ⁉️| 📅

► BTS “We’re all the same equal!”- Series 🌸💋🌧⚠️🚫 [♔|♚|♕-Reader]

We all deserve the same love, no matter if we’re are chubby, thin, tall, short, have white or colored skin, are a female, male or an other gender. It simply doesn’t matter. And the boys would still love us. And they would teach us to love ourselves. ⁉️| 📅

► Disobedience [Hoseok x Reader x Namjoon] 😈 [♔- Reader]

Summary: You are sexually frustrated, annoyed and bored, which is why you started to mastubate without the permission of you boyfriends, Namjoon and Hoseok. Even if they promised to take care of your needs tonight. But you don’t feel like waiting anymore. But you also didn’t expect that Hobi will catch you with your pastel blue dildo deep into your pussy...

► l’innocence indécente [Jimin x Reader x Jungkook] 💋 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis: Jungkook and Jimin want to try something new with you... and you have to admit that you like it. A lot...

► Prey [Jimin x Reader x Taehyung] 😈💋 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis:

► Birthday Princess [Yoongi x Reader x Taehyung feat. Jungkook] 😈 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis: You have Birthday today and your two boyfriends make sure that you will be sexually pleased to the ultimate maximum...

► Birthday Gift [Seokjin x Reader x Jimin] 😈 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis: Your Boyfriend Jimin bought you something very specific as your birthday present. You should use it as a preparation tool before you’ll get the real birthday gift tonight...

► Halloween Special 💋😈 [♔- Reader]

► Easter Special 🌸💋😈

▪ Easter with her! [♔- Reader]

▪ Easter with him! [♚- Reader]

► My Fake-Texts Masterlist [Semi-active/inactive] [♔- Reader]

Note: At the beginning of my blog I was more focused on making fake texts (simply it was easier and more comfortable for me back then because I was a bit insecure about my language struggles) but now it’s not my main thing anymore. That doesn’t mean that I don’t want to make fake texts in general anymore but right now I like the “real” writing much more! So I don’t know when I’ll make new fake texts.

► Improvisation 🌸💋😈 [♚-Reader]

Summary: This wasn't planned. Well, the whole world didn't planned to deal with a damn pandemic in 2020! If everything would have gone "normally", you would be in Seoul with Jin right in this moment and just enjoy that you're finally able to be close to Jin again. But now you two are stucked at home, Jin in his dorm in Seoul and you in your apartement in your town, far away from him. So you have to improvise for now on, how you want to deal with longing emotions and urging sexual desires...

► Strawberry Kiss 🌸💋 [♕-Reader]

Summary: It's Friday Afternoon and when Jin comes home from work, the freshly baked strawberry cake smells deliciously. But he decided that a taste of you is even sweeter, especially when you're not wearing any underwear underneath your thin summer dress...

► Birthday Gift [Seokjin x Reader x Jimin] 😈 [♔- Reader]

► Home 🌸🌧 [♕-Reader]

Summary: You finally managed to spend your two semesters abroad studying in Korea! However, after some unfortunate circumstances, you want nothing more than finally be able to fly home again. But your Roommate Namjoon has some ideas to make your year abroad still wonderful...

► Precious 🌸💋 [♔- Reader]

Summary: Today is your birthday and because your last few weeks have been terribly stressful, you want nothing more than to be able to sleep in in your day off. However, Namjoon has to go to practice all day long, that’s why he has found a very gentle method of waking you up to unpack your presents together...

► Disobedience ft. Hoseok 😈 [♔- Reader]

► Business Trip 💋😈 [♔- Reader]

Summary: It's a stressful life to be the CEO of a big and international known company. Always hopping onto the next flight to a new investor or business partner, all around the globus. But sometimes he can't fix his little problem alone, so you need to help him out with some naughty stuff through these rough times of his job~ ► Jar of Kinks 💋😈 [♔- Reader]

This Two-Shot is based on my own Jars of Kinks.

I identify myself as a Switch. That's the reason why I decided to write a Two-Shot to my "Jar of Kinks". So I'd be able to write both Dynamics, with Dom! Yoongi and Sub! Yoongi as well. In this Index you'll find the links to the Oneshots, combinded with their summary and their individual warnings.

► Touched 💋😈 [♔- Reader]

Summary: This week was just so awful and shitty, every muscle in your body hurts and you're absolutely exhausted from this horror week. But Yoongi has an Idea to relax you and make you feel so loved in a way, that couldn't make thousands of compliments.

► Netflix and Chill 🌸🌞 [♕-Reader]

Summary: Hoseok and you are best friends, especially because you two share an unique passion for which you get sometimes quizzycally looks from others. Like every friday night you meet up to watch some series on Netflix together and massage and fondle the hair of each other. All the same, all innocent as ever. Until it comes to an certain situation and you realize the true meaning behind “Netflix and Chill” faster than you expected.

► Disobedience ft. Namjoon 😈 [♔- Reader]

► Little Swan 😈 [♔- Reader]

Sneak Peak: Laying open, completely helpless and so vulnerable in front of him. Presented like a meal on a silver tablet. His meal, his prey. Your wolf is starving, licking his lips with an animalistic and devilish smile at the sight of your parted pussy lips. Revealing his most desired things, this swollen and sensitive clit and this pretty tiny pussyhole. Clenching around nothing, literally begging to get filled with his fat cock and stuffed up with his cum until it’s leaking out of his little sweet swan...

► Mustang v8 💋🌞 [♔- Reader]

Summary: You kinda have a thing for the sound of the engine of a Mustang. How bad that Hoseok’s new car is a Mustang and that your Boyfriend looks super hot while driving!

► Study Break 🌸💋 [♔- Reader]

Summary: College wants to kill you right now. Exam Phase and then you have to write a 20 page long scientific work! Jimin and you barely see each other, you gave yourself completely to your studies. Until some specific needs some attention again...

► Poolside Kisses 🌸💋😈 [♔- Reader]

Summary: Jimin said, you should pack a swimsuit into your suitcase when you're going to visit him in Korea. You thought, you'll go bathing somewhere privately, maybe just with the boys or so... and not going to a pool party of one of Jimin's Idol friends where you'll not know anybody! Since then you hate yourself that you only brought your new bikini to Korea that reveals more of your bare skin that you're used to...

► Mousse au Chocolat 💋 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis: You are Jimin’s favourite dessert...

► l’innocence indécente ft. Jungkook 💋 [♔- Reader]

► Birthday Gift [Seokjin x Reader x Jimin] 😈 [♔- Reader]

► Dirty little Secret

Summary: Whenever you leave your apartement for work, you're carrying a dirty little secret to your workplace as well. To be more specific, you wear inconspicuous sex-toys underneath your business attire to keep your sex-craving libido under control. Nobody noticed something and everything went well... until now. Until your Boss and secret crush, Park Jimin, bursts into your office unannounced and hears something buzzing which definitely doesn't come from your phone. Even worse, he sees a certain remote-control laying on your desk that seems to be surprisingly familiar to him... 😈 [♔- Reader]

► The Definition of Art 🌸💋 [♚-Reader]

Summary: You’re under Taehyung’s total mercy. Tied up, bare and trembling you lay spread out in front of your boyfriend who loves to turn you into his personal piece of art...

► Deflowered 🌸💋🌧 [♔-Reader]

Summary: You're getting married tomorrow and you want to say goodbye to your mare. There you met the stable boy Taehyung for the last time, who's your best friend and childhood crush at the same time. You will experience a stormy night full of love and passion and you'll give the biggest proof of love to him...

► The hands of a sinner 💋😈

(The Idea of this Fanfiction has two versions: for female and male readers!)

For her! [♔- Reader]

For him! [♚-Reader]

Summary: Since Jungkook got his hand tattoos, you’ve found out that they have a stronger effect on you than you would like it. You also have good reasons not to tell him that you are developing a kink for this tattoos. And these reasons getting confirmed...

► Goddess of the sun 💋 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis: Jungkook is the best servant for his Queen and Goddess

► The walls 💋😈 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis: You don’t know why but today was the first Day you realized how buff and bulky Jungkook’s Biceps are. And the fact that they look delicious when they’re tensed up…

► l’innocence indécente ft. Jimin 💋 [♔- Reader]

► Der Geliebte 🌸 💋 [♔- Reader]

Summary: You and Jungkook met right at the first day you opened your own atelier in Seoul after you had to leave your old home behind you. You love paint canvas with landscape motives, other people just roll with their eyes when they hear that you choose such usual, almost boring things to paint. Not so Jungkook, he seems to be different than most of visitors. It’s almost like he can read your feelings through your paintings...

► The laundry hamper 🌸 🌞 💋 😈 [♔- Reader] Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you since you moved together for college but the poor boy is way too shy to confess his feelings to you... rather he would search through your laundry hamper to get a shirt which smells after your very personal scent and tries to calm his racing heart... and other nerves. He didn’t thought to get catched by the person who already stole his whole heart in the most embarrassing situation...

This is probably the most important information on this blog 💌

Don't be shy around me!

You can feel absolutely free to talk to me, to stuff my inbox (even when you just want to ramble or to fangirl etc.) and my PMs are always open too! So don't hesitate to get in contact with me, you're not awkward or weird, okay?💕💕

I'm pretty curious about you guys too and Im always up to become mutuals or even friends, okay? 🤗

Love you, Tipsy 💜

[Dates]

Published: 27th December 2019

Last Update: 10th August 2021

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jiminiehappy · 4 years ago

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Better Than Magic

♥︎ pairing: vmin ♥︎ word count: 15.3k ♥︎ rating: teen ♥︎ genre: hogwarts au, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, ♥︎ warnings: pining, swearing, dragons, peril ♥︎ summary: “Okay.” He heard Taehyung take a deep breath as he placed his hands back down by his sides, a slight waver in his voice. Either from excitement, apprehension, or a mixture of both. Definitely both. He felt it, too. “Open your eyes, Jiminie.” Heartbeat rapping against his ribcage, Jimin did as he was told. It was even larger than he had imagined - titanic and likely measuring over three meters to the top of its head as it sat on the ground. Of course it was. It was a dragon. “Isn’t she beautiful?” Jimin couldn’t respond. He could only stare with a slack jaw at the creature and Taehyung who stood in front of it, grinning from ear to ear with his arms spread out wide. (or, where Taehyung raises a dragon for his best friend, and Jimin tells him a secret.) ♥︎ a/n: a repost from my ao3. I had a lot of fun with this story, I hope you enjoy it too! <3

Jimin couldn’t hear while reading. Unlike everything in his life now, no, it wasn’t magic. Consistent use of noisy public transportation to get to school, his younger brother’s bawling cries, and the shouting matches of his parents had trained him as a child to focus on the page, overpowering every other audible word in the room for the audible ones in his mind as he read. He didn’t need a spell - it was the internal voice of his own making that wrapped his attention, drowning out all else in a sea of calm until it was him and him alone. It became his choice when to finish, his decision when to stop, take a breath, and return to reality when he was ready. He could be in control, and nothing could take that away. Well, almost nothing. Sitting with crossed legs on the bench of the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, Jimin leaned his elbows on the millimeters of space available among the dishes of seasoned chicken, roast potatoes, salty lamb chops, and pudding that spilled across it, nose deep in Book of Spells. He could only assume the roar of conversation during dinner time was as deafening as ever, but, even on a Friday, he couldn’t spare the time to discuss weekend plans (not that he had any) or listen for the latest rumor. With the O.W.L.s only months away, he studied whenever possible. So, in subjective silence, he read. Jimin took a juicy bite of sausage, chewing contemplatively while skimming the instructions for a levitation spell. He recalled learning it as a first-year, when one of his classmates had accidentally cast it on Professor Flitwick’s glasses and dropped them from nearly two meters high, leading to a shower of glass he’d barely escaped without a scratch. It was deceptively easy, but strong and versatile, especially - That was when he felt it. The only something, or someone, who could distract him. Three sharp tugs at the hem of his robe, as if a child was pulling on it for attention. With a jump in his heart, Jimin smiled softly before sliding a finger into the pages as a bookmark, the hum of voices gradually returning to his ears. He straightened up quickly, ran a hand through his black hair, and turned to look over his shoulder. It didn’t matter that they were tables away from each other, or that he consciously hadn’t the faintest idea of where he was sitting. Their eyes connected immediately, brown to warmer brown. For when it came to Kim Taehyung, Jimin just knew. Perched on the edge of his seat at the Hufflepuff table, surrounded by his chattering, cheerful housemates, and with his wand pointed at the ground near Jimin’s feet, Taehyung brightened upon eye contact, ever-present smile growing wider. His shoulders relaxed, and he set his wand down on the table before wiggling his eyebrows with a smirk. Even without words, Jimin understood. At this point in their friendship, barely anything was a secret. They could read each other too well. 'Hey.’ Feeling a slight heat rise in his cheeks, Jimin raised his own eyebrows and lifted his closed textbook into Taehyung’s view. ‘What? I’m in the middle of reading.’ He had never seen a bigger eye roll. ‘Obviously.’ The brunette jerked his head towards the large doors leading out of the hall. ‘Meet me outside.’ Then, he jutted his bottom lip out in a pout. ‘Please?’ Damn him, the bastard. Jimin prided himself on his ability to say no without guilt, limiting unwanted distractions, protecting his boundaries, and letting him spend his time how he pleased. But with Taehyung, that all went out the window. Especially when he used the puppy dog eyes. Shoulders slacking, Jimin gave a deep sigh in acquiescence. ‘Fine.’ Taehyung’s grin returned in a flash. He shot up out of his seat, leapt from the bench, and sped towards the hallway, waving goodbyes to the few housemates who called after him. Jimin followed his head over the crowd, seeing as Taehyung turned just before exiting to send him a wink. Then, he was gone. Jimin fondly shook his head in half-disbelief, half-amusement, placing his textbook on the edge of the table before climbing out of the bench himself. If Taehyung was anything, he wasn’t subtle. At least, not when he didn’t want to be (which was most occasions). Yet, Jimin was glad for it. Taehyung made his life just that much more interesting. Adjusting his robes, he straightened up to find a pair of dark eyes staring back. Across the pile of treacle tarts and directly in front of him was his senior, quill in hand and hovering over the open journal he had balanced against the edge of the table. Yoongi’s gaze was piercing, but Jimin could sense the air of caution and care in it. He glanced up through his ebony bangs to the door, then back to Jimin. “Don’t die.” Yep, not subtle at all. Fighting a smile, Jimin picked up Book of Spells and stretched out his hand to Yoongi in offering. “Take this back for me, would you? And I won’t." With an unchanging expression, Yoongi accepted the textbook and slid it safely onto his lap. He raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see.” Jimin’s grin broke through and he rolled his eyes, much as Taehyung had moments ago. “I’ll see you in a few hours, hyung,” he murmured. And with that, Jimin slid his hands in his robe pockets and strolled out of the hall, a hot gaze burning a hole into the back of his head all the way. It wasn’t like Yoongi was wrong to worry. Taehyung wasn’t necessarily a troublemaker, just more likely than not to fall into mischief on any given day, Jimin typically yanked in right behind him only to be handed the task of hoisting them both out, intact. There was something about Taehyung that pulled people in - maybe it was his spontaneity, his charisma, or the radiance of his smile. With him, things were different. A little brighter. Jimin hadn’t always thought so. Their friendship was unconventional, a combination that shouldn’t have been possible. And, at first, one that was impossible. Partnered together in Transfiguration class during their third-year, Jimin had thought the menacing reputation of his house would make any group work decisions simple and dependent on his desires - if he so wished, he could always bend his classmates to his will with a well-timed glare. However, with a loud voice and lack of fear in asserting his opinions, Taehyung had thought otherwise. After a discussion around which animal to turn their matchbox into escalated from a heated disagreement to a shouting match, Jimin had received detention for the first and only time in his life. Distress transformed into horror when he found out that punishment would constitute being chained by magic to the object of his frustration for three whole days. Professor McGonagall had claimed it would be ‘beneficial for between-House harmony,’ setting a good example for the rest of the school. All Jimin had viewed it as was an invisible thread ensnaring his wrist, strangling his freedom with a stinging zap whenever either boy stepped farther than three meters away from the other. But within those thirty-six hours, glares had transformed into grins, silence into laughter. Jimin had learned Taehyung was not only fearless and noisy, but funny, perceptive, and kind. He had learned he didn’t want to be more than three meters away from Taehyung in the first place. Perhaps the charm had never quite worn off, after all. Heart beating a little faster at the thought, Jimin continued to stroll through the empty corridors with purpose. Since it was still dinnertime and he carried the proud status of prefect, he had no reason to fear being caught wandering about the castle near sunset. He knew exactly where he was headed, yet Jimin still couldn’t help the chilling sensation of nerves he felt tingling down his spine. Rather, it was precisely because he knew his destination that a flicker of anxiety sparked inside of his chest. He and Taehyung hadn’t exactly exchanged words, but a nod directing Jimin to follow him ‘outside’ could only mean one thing. Outside, outside. Because inside was too small for whatever he had in store. Or, more precisely, for whatever he was storing. Jimin reached the final corridor before the one leading to the outside, taking a breath before cautiously rounding the corner. Leaning under the stone archway to the grounds, back to the granite with crossed arms, and skin honey gold in the melting beams of sunlight, was his best friend. “So? What is it?” “What?” Striding up to him, Jimin could see Taehyung’s eyes widening as he leaned casually against the wall. The pure picture of innocence, save for the slight upturn of his lips. Jimin stopped right in front of him, crossing his arms and staring him down. If not for the disparity in their expressions, he could have been looking in a mirror. “You know exactly what." Taehyung raised his eyebrows. “You seem extremely confident in my knowledge, for once.” “Tae.” Shoulders slumping, Jimin briefly closed his eyes in a groan. “I mean, whatever you called me out here to show me. It’s been over a month since the last time, maybe two? I’ve been worried.” Honestly, he had been. The longer the interval, the stronger his anxiety grew. Because the more time that passed, the greater likelihood something could go wrong. “Has it really? Damn,” Taehyung muttered, furrowing his brow incredulously for a moment before shaking it off and giving Jimin a shameless grin. “Well, you know what they say: time flies when you’ve got a fun one!” “That’s… half of what they say.” “I’ll never get Muggle expressions.” He waved a hand in dismissal at Jimin’s sigh, then pushed himself off of the stone wall. Licking his lips to reveal another smile, Taehyung leaned in towards him and lowered his voice. “But, okay, you’re right. I do have something. You’re gonna love it, Jiminie.” Jimin’s heart jumped. None of this was new, the nickname or the reassurance that he was going to like whatever Taehyung had been waiting to show off. But the way he said it - his tone breathless, as if he were about to overflow - was somehow different. He could sense heat beginning to flush his cheeks, although Jimin didn’t know if it was from excitement or anticipation. “Before we go, though, this is confidential. You know the drill.” Still beaming, Taehyung held out his pinky. Jimin did know the drill. They had done this countless times before, it was ingrained in his body like an instinct. An action signifying an oath to keep this between them and only them, no matter what. Their secret. He stared at Taehyung’s finger, then looked up to meet his gaze. There was a hint of uncertainty caught in it, like he didn’t know why Jimin was hesitating. “I can trust you, right?” Shoulders relaxing, Taehyung softened, brown eyes growing warm. “Yes. And you know I trust you. So. Promise?” There was never any magic behind their promises, no spell or charm to make them unbreakable. That was why they were that much stronger. And that was why Jimin paused. Because the idea of ever betraying Taehyung’s trust was more painful than anything he could imagine. But, despite everything, Jimin did trust him. Even with his life. So, he locked his pinky securely with Taehyung’s, and they shook. “Promise.” Taehyung smiled, glowing brighter than the sun. “Okay. Let’s go!” Slipping his pinky out of Jimin’s grasp, he grabbed his free hand, lacing their fingers together in a perfect fit. The next thing Jimin knew, Taehyung was pulling him along and they were rushing out onto the green and down the sloping hill together, hair and the tips of their scarves flying in the wind as their dark robes trailed behind them in the grass. The late October air was slowly chilling as the sun began to sink, yellow radiance pouring out on the grounds and over the Black Lake, which seemed to sparkle in the glow. Yet, Jimin could hardly feel the impending cold - he was solely aware of the uneven ground beneath his feet, the thumping of his heart against his rib cage, and the warm, familiar feeling of Taehyung’s hand entwined in his own. “So, what did you find?” He called out, only to receive a laugh. “That’s the surprise! You’ll have to wait and see!” Muffled by the wind, Taehyung’s voice was brimming with excitement, and he picked up the pace, as if they couldn’t get there fast enough. Jimin smiled. Seeing him this happy was all he could want. “Okay, but can I get a hint? It must be big, right?” If he was keeping whatever it was outside, logic dictated that it was somehow too large for the castle. Either because it simply couldn’t fit, or because it was too dangerous for it to be indoors. But Taehyung didn’t answer. All Jimin got in reply as he regarded the back of his head was a change in profile, the view of his cheeks growing rounder. A smile, wider than ever. In an instant, something shifted. Jimin felt a tension weighing in his chest, unknown and strange. Taehyung always responded to him, gave him some kind of hint or clue to build suspense and make it just that much more exciting. Yet now, nothing. Why? Perhaps it would be too great of a spoiler and ruin the surprise. Maybe he was afraid that if Jimin knew in advance, he would leave. Or… simply, there was no need for suspense. Taehyung didn’t have to make it any more exciting than it already was. Because it was already the most thrilling thing imaginable. Since third year, while Jimin had excelled in Arithmancy and potion-making, dealing with chemistry and theories of the stars, Taehyung had been nurturing much more concrete talents. How to earn a salamander’s trust, the proper way to raise bowtruckles, even how to care for thestrals despite his own inability to see them. It was natural, the way he worked with magical creatures, walking up to them and instantly establishing a bond in a way that seemed as if they had known each other their whole lives. Jimin didn’t understand it, but he knew, more than anyone, that Taehyung had little to hide. With his openness and bright smile, who wouldn’t trust him? Eventually, perhaps that trustworthy demeanor had grown too strong. Over the past year, Taehyung had begun to keep creatures on his own, typically assisted by whispered advice from Hagrid. First, smaller ones, like a single flobberworm multiplied into a hundred which had flopped their way all over his dorm room the beginning of fourth year, then medium sized ones, such as the kneazle Taehyung had cuddled with every night before he was forced (by Jimin’s persuasion) to free it to live with other cats. He had even gone so far as to raise a hippogriff nearly all on his own during their summer break, which he had proudly presented to Jimin at the beginning of the year. That was the pattern they had - Taehyung calling him out of dinner, leading him to a location, and surprising him with a new creature, typically something breaking at least one or two school rules. There was no reason for this time to be different, yet now, since its living place was outside, this creature must be something particularly large. Large, but how large, exactly? Still gripping onto Taehyung’s hand as if it were a lifeline, Jimin kept pace with him, pounding through the thick green in time with the drumming of his heart. For as they drew closer to the looming trees of the Forbidden Forest, he had a suspicion that this might be the most dangerous and important thing Taehyung had ever kept. “Tae, where are we-” Jimin nearly bit his tongue as he was pulled sharply to the right, Taehyung changing directions with ease and without warning. Stumbling in an attempt to find his balance, Jimin looked up to see they were rounding the perimeter of the forest, running along the stretch of land where the crisp grass faded into dense soil. In the distance, the castle grew farther and farther away as it was soaked in beams of sun. Out here, it would be difficult to be found. Furrowing his brow, Jimin turned back to his best friend. “Tae-” “Trust me.” His voice was steady, barely audible above their footsteps, but Jimin could never have been more attuned to any other sound. The aura of excitement had silently boiled down to a simmer; Taehyung was serious. As he spoke, he squeezed Jimin’s hand. A gentle yet firm reassurance. Jimin squeezed back. With the quiet of impending twilight only broken by their heavy pants and boots against the ground, before long Taehyung was slowing down to a jog and stopping in front of the undergrowth, bending over and gasping for air. Now alert to sense the change in his moments, Jimin halted by his side and tried to breathe, inhaling the earthy, fresh scent of the forest. They had ended up following the curve of the trees, hidden far from the castle with the stone wall surrounding the entire grounds just visible a few tens of meters away. Jimin could feel the blood throbbing in his ears as he caught his breath, fingers still entwined with Taehyung’s. Then his hand was empty and Taehyung was turning to face him, curls wild and face flushed from the run, but beautiful with the brilliance of his grin. “Close your eyes.” This, too, was routine. A part of the presentation to capture the full effect. He didn’t see why it was necessary, but Taehyung always insisted, and Jimin could never say no, not to him. So, straightening up and holding out his hands, he complied. “Good.” Jimin could hear a smile breaking through in the single word before warm, safe hands took his own and he let himself be led forward in darkness. Presumably into the forest, but he truly didn’t know. All he could sense was the slight breeze on the nape of his neck, the firm ground beneath his boots, and the soft heat clasping his fingers. Yet, soon, there was something else. The whoosh of a huge object cutting through the air, accompanied by a sigh so deep and powerful that Jimin nearly halted in his tracks, squeezing Taehyung’s fingers instinctively. Only a creature over a meter - no, several meters tall could produce that type of sound. “Okay.” He heard Taehyung take a deep breath as he placed his hands back down by his sides, a slight waver in his voice. Either from excitement, apprehension, or a mixture of both. Definitely both. He felt it, too. “Open your eyes, Jiminie.” Heartbeat rapping against his ribcage, Jimin did as he was told. The creature was white. No, not white. Iridescent, its lines of scales all a milky opal, glittering with a hint of the rainbow, so bright that Jimin almost looked away. It had a thick torso, strong limbs leading to feet each with three solid crystal claws and tapering in talons that appeared just as fragile as blown glass and twice as deadly. Wings, imaginably huge, but that were currently curled in on its reclining body as it sat in the wide clearing against the rough ground. A tall neck, guiding all the way to its head where a mane-like group of horns resided to form a crown. And a pair of azure eyes staring straight into his own, radiating an overpowering calm that made Jimin’s heart stop mid-beat. He had seen it before. In textbooks, on the internet, in the picture book he had clutched to his chest with small hands as a toddler, climbing into his parents’ laps and begging them to read and reread. The little magic he had possessed before he knew what magic was, an imagined memory keeping him company as he sat alone in recess when no one in his Muggle class wanted to be “that weird kid’s” friend. The creature he had dreamed of soaring with, far away from all of his worries. It was even larger than he had imagined - titanic and likely measuring over four meters to the top of its head as it sat on the ground. Of course it was. It was a dragon. “Isn’t she beautiful?” Jimin couldn’t respond. He could only stare with a slack jaw at the creature and Taehyung who stood in front of it, grinning from ear to ear with his arms spread out wide. “I found her right after I showed you Stormscreech,” Taehyung gesticulated with a waved hand behind him at the… dragon, who hadn’t yet broken eye contact. His heart, Jimin could feel it racing now, as if he had been jolted back to life by a defibrillator. He took a deep breath. “Tae,” “They grow so much faster than I read! I couldn’t wait to finally show-” “Taehyung.” Halting mid-sentence, he shifted his eyes over to Jimin, smile fading. “Yeah?” It was actually here. Here, right in front of him. And it looked like - “It’s… a dragon.” Taehyung licked his lips. “Yeah, she is. An Antipodean Opaleye.” He glanced down to the forest floor, then up at Jimin through his eyelashes. “Your favorite. I thought.” “My…” Suddenly, staring at the way Taehyung nervously gnawed at his bottom lip and his gaze flitted back to the ground, an understanding coursed through him. He hadn’t been imagining it. Jimin felt a heat rush into his cheeks and his shoulders slackened, sinking down into the realization. His favorite. The dragon he had told his future best friend about when they had been charmed together in the Slytherin dorms, when Taehyung had spotted on his nightstand the bewitched figurine Jimin had begged his parents to buy him from Diagon Alley before his first year. He remembered the fear he had harbored of it being just another thing for Taehyung to make fun of him for, the way he had snatched it out of his grabbing hands and cupped it protectively, its tiny sparks of flame tickling his palms. And he remembered how Taehyung had, instead, asked in awe what kind of dragon it was, why Jimin liked it, and if he could see its beauty again. How his heart had leapt in his chest, much like right now. But this was different. This was not an illustration in a fantasy book, nor a child’s tiny, enchanted toy. This was a real, gigantic living creature that towered before them, and that made it all the more wondrous, but all the more deadly. Now, the warmth inside him didn’t matter. Glancing furtively between the dragon and his best friend, Jimin held his breath and took a step closer, lowering his voice to a soft whisper. “Taehyung, they’re illegal. And you can’t tame them. You…” He paused, further falling into reality. How had this even been logistically possible? “Does Hagrid know!?” “Does it look like he knows?” Taehyung grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head, fluffing his curls. “Not that I haven’t asked him for tips on caring for dragons, but… he thinks I’m just obsessing over the O.W.L. Gotta keep my grades up!” He laughed, but Jimin could barely hear him over the voice in his own head as he continued to process. The nights Taehyung would leave dinner early; the times Jimin would ask Hufflepuff headboy Seokjin if he had seen him, only to get a shrug; the small forest fires that he had overheard Filch grumbling about in the corridors - it all made sense. “Is this why you’ve been sneaking off so much and not telling me where you were?” Jimin’s voice went higher than he had intended, mirroring the desperation in his creased brow. “Dragons are too dangerous. Tae, it could kill you, I’m serious-” “Hey, hey, Opal would never!” With a huff, Taehyung indignantly crossed his arms before gazing fondly over his shoulder at the sparkling creature. “She’s too much of a lady for murder. Well, besides killing small animals. She’s good at that.” “Opal?” The word melted in his mouth, smooth, like the stone itself. Jimin glanced up at the dragon in wonder to find it was now regarding Taehyung with an unreadable expression. That same strong aura, but with no animosity. Were dragons always this calm? “Pretty, right?” Flashing Jimin another grin, Taehyung turned to face the dragon fully, staring up at it. “Just like her.” As his smile faded into a more subtle expression of contentment, Jimin could see the way his brown eyes softened, affection so unmistakably evident that he felt his own heart begin to sink. Then, Taehyung was stepping closer, bending his knees to jump onto a rock that would place him right in front of the beast - It came out before he could even think. Raising a hand, Jimin made to rush forward; he saw the dragon’s nostrils begin to flare as it lowered its head, “Tae, you shouldn’t-” He stopped in his tracks, voice dead. One palm raised high in front of the creature, Taehyung was staring back at him, smile gone and eyes full of an intensity that felt as if it were burning into his soul. “Jimin. You have to calm down.” He threw his gaze in the direction of the dragon, who settled back in with a deep sigh that blew Taehyung’s bangs out of his eyes, making him wince. “I’ve got this.” His voice was slow and even, a whisper in the quiet of impending twilight. Taehyung raised his eyebrows, almost pleading. “Trust me.” He had no other choice. Heart pumping wildly, Jimin closed his mouth. The corners of Taehyung’s lips upturned, and he nodded slightly. 'Everything is okay.’ Jimin swallowed and held Taehyung’s gaze, unblinking. 'I trust you.’ Softening, Taehyung smiled, a true one, before turning back to the rock and hopping up onto it, as close to the dragon as possible. As it looked down on him, shimmering head raised high above his own, he gave a deep bow, much like how Jimin had seen him do with Stormscreech. The creature regarded him like a queen looking upon a subject asking for mercy. For a moment, Jimin couldn’t breathe. But then, after he had held the position for a few seconds, the creature began to lower its forehead with a gentle huff. Taehyung carefully straightened up. Soon enough, he was reaching his arms out and patting the creature’s snout with a grin. “Good girl, thank you, beautiful.” Jimin watched, finally exhaling, as Taehyung cooed and stroked the milky scales as if he were petting a cat. He nodded in Jimin’s direction, the dragon’s striking gaze following lazily to land on him. “That’s Jimin, remember me telling you about him? My best friend.” Best friend. Something stirred in Jimin’s chest, a mix of heat and weight. A familiar sensation in the current circumstance of unknowns. He should have been grateful. Yet Taehyung took no notice of the shift, never removing his focus from the beast and still speaking softly, as if she were the only one listening. “He’s a little shy, kinda like you, but he doesn’t bite, er, breathe fire. I promise.” Cupping his hand under her chin, Taehyung leaned forward to press his forehead to the dragon’s nose with closed eyes. After a quiet moment, she pushed gently back into him in a way that was almost like a nuzzle, making Taehyung wobble and laugh before patting her again. Then, he turned to look over his shoulder. “Jiminie, c’mere.” Jimin paused. “What? W-why?” “You’re going to pet her.” His eyes widened. “Pet her?” “Yes.” His voice remained calm. “Come to me, slowly.” Reaching out, he offered his palm. And then Taehyung smiled, brown eyes warm in the setting sun. In a heartbeat, all his resistance evaporated. Hesitantly, Jimin took a step forward, boot lightly crunching in the underbrush as he darted his gaze back and forth from Taehyung to the dragon. He could still feel the tension in his chest, thrumming through his shoulders from fear, but he pushed it down until it became easier to ignore. Continuing bit by bit, Jimin finally grasped Taehyung’s hand and stepped up behind him onto the rock, earning another grin. His chest pressed into Taehyung’s back as to not fall - they were close, so close - but Jimin could barely process it, transfixed by the proximity of the creature’s head just half a meter away from his own. Before he could protest, Taehyung brought their entwined fingers up towards Opal. “Slowly, slowly…” He let go of Jimin’s hand to place his palm on top of it, guiding it to the dragon’s nose and pressing down. Contact. Jimin inhaled sharply, paralyzed. He was touching it. He was actually touching it and it seemed… okay? Looking up into the creature’s large eyes, all he found was curiosity and calm. No fear. No ill will. It was okay. Only then, as he rested his hand in between the heat of Taehyung’s own hand and the cool, hardened scales, did Jimin realize he was trembling. He took a deep breath, gaze locked with ice blue. No malice, only... Exhaling with a gasp, he brushed his hand over the dragon’s nose. “Good.” Taehyung hummed, hand still soothing on top of Jimin’s as he stroked again, a bit longer this time. The scales were smooth, glowing a cool iridescent in the light; teals, corals, and violets, shifting interchangeably. Despite the strength of the creature’s presence, it didn’t feel alive to the touch, more like a mix between metal and glass, as if he were petting a suit of chainmail. “See? It’s not so bad. You’ve made a new friend.” Chest flush to back, Jimin could feel the deep vibrations of his voice. He didn’t know if Taehyung was talking to him, or the dragon. For a moment, there was silence. Just the caress of Jimin’s hand over scales, a sigh from the creature’s nostrils that blew their bangs off their foreheads, the surrounding rustle of the forest, and a breathless giggle from Taehyung. “Okay.” He glanced at Jimin, beaming. “Now, we can ride her.” He blinked, hand freezing on Opal’s snout. “No.” No? Jimin’s heart beat fast as he tried to process what had just come out of his own mouth. It had all been so easy up until now - not easy, but natural, following Taehyung and doing what made him happy. It was all he ever wanted to do, even if it meant fighting every fight or flight, adrenaline-filled, human instinct in his entire being to walk up to a dragon. To pet one. Sure, he would question him sometimes, argue with him often. But outright deny? Jimin had always wondered if he had limits when it came to Taehyung. Apparently, he had finally found them. Taehyung’s expression mirrored Jimin’s thoughts, his brow furrowing in utter confusion. “No?” He gingerly shifted on the rock, attempting to turn around to face him as Jimin hopped down from it, eyes to the floor. “Why not? It’s so fun, I get now why you like Quidditch so much because-" “Tae, we can’t.” On the ground, Jimin had whipped around to face him, gaze imploring him with pleading eyes. “But it’s exactly like flying on your Firebolt, just a lot faster!” Shaking his head in disbelief, Taehyung threw his arms out in emphasis. “You can’t be afraid of heights; what’s the difference?" Comparing this to Quidditch - he didn’t get it. “No, I’m not, it’s just…” Jimin ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s not a broomstick, Tae. It’s a dragon.” “I know.” Taehyung blinked, face becoming solemn as he let his arms fall to his sides. “But isn’t… isn’t that your dream?” He worried at his lip, glancing up through his lashes. “To fly with her?” To fly with - Oh. Like he had confessed to him years ago, when they had sat together on his bed with the tiny toy dragon spouting tinier flames in Taehyung’s hands. About the wish of flying on something so magical, and how he knew his broomstick could never truly compare. On the day they had truly become friends. Of course, Jimin remembered that moment. But what he remembered was the way the Hufflepuff’s eyes had lit up in wonder as he listened, how he had leaned in just close enough to make Jimin stutter from the proximity, overwhelmed by the scent of cinnamon and honey. Exactly what he had said was more fuzzy - yet, somehow, Taehyung had remembered. Still, it made sense. Important things, he didn’t forget. “It’s okay if I was wrong.” Taehyung’s voice was quiet. It broke through Jimin’s trance, and he closed his open mouth, refocusing on his best friend who was staring downwards at his boots. With the way his dark bangs fell over his brow, Jimin couldn’t see his face. “You’ve talked about it so much, ever since we met. I thought that maybe… for your birthday… ” Shit. His birthday. He had to fix this. “You weren’t wrong, ba-” Jimin paused, licked his lips. Taehyung needed to hear something else first. “Thank you.” He said the words with as much earnesty as he could muster, because he meant it. And it must have been enough, because Taehyung looked up, eyes bright with something like hope. Fuck. “But,” And then it was gone, vanished as quickly as it had come. Heart twisting, Jimin took a tentative step closer to the rock. He had to say it. “But it’s uncontrollable, Tae. It’s not realistic.” Taehyung stared at him, and the world hushed. Then, abruptly, he laughed. It was joyless. “‘Not realistic’... You know, I’ve been flying her for,” he counted on his fingers, tongue playing in his cheek in concentration, “three weeks now? I know her, and she’s safe.” Regarding Jimin with an unreadable expression, he jumped to the forest floor and slid his hands in his pockets. “You don’t have to, I guess. I’d never make you do anything, you know that.” Taehyung glanced down again. “I just… wanted to give you your dream.” He might as well have stabbed him through the chest with his wand. Jimin felt as much as he gazed at Taehyung’s form, typically proud shoulders now slumped in dejection. There was a reason why he rarely, if ever, said no. Could rarely, if ever, say no. Because he couldn’t bear seeing him like this. Because… His eyes squeezed shut. He needed to think this through. Taehyung had ridden the dragon - who knows when - many times and had come back safe. He had raised her on his own, and she hadn’t shown any signs of aggression. Rather, she had been friendly, even with Jimin himself. And Taehyung had done all this work for him, coming out here and caring for her and keeping it a secret just for his best friend’s birthday so that he could fulfill for him a wild dream Jimin had possessed since before he knew magic, even when what all he could dream of was already - Jimin’s eyes snapped open, and he looked up to the large creature sitting peacefully in front of him. Her scales glinted, almost shimmering in the amber sunlight. It was a dragon. An actual dragon that could engulf them in flames with a single exhale, or break their spines with a swipe of its tail. Something that could kill them so easily, they’d be dead before they could even realize what had happened. Childhood dreams be damned, there was no sensible, logical, or even mildly sane reason for why he should debate, let alone consider riding it. His gaze shifted to a messy mop of dark, curly hair that fell over downcast eyes, hiding them the way clouds lock up the sun. But Taehyung was sad. Fixing that outweighed everything else. Limits. As if he could ever have any for Kim Taehyung. “... You’re sure she’s safe?” The overcast shadows cleared as his head shot up, eyes wide in surprise. Then, his expression turned careful. Serious. “I’d never lie to you.” Of course, Jimin knew that. He trusted Taehyung with his life. Now, he had an opportunity to prove it. Jimin took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “... Okay.” In an instant, the sun returned. “Okay?” Taehyung was beaming as he took a step closer to Jimin. “Really?” He threw one more cautious glance at Opal, only to have his gaze fall back to Taehyung’s smile. It was infectious, and despite himself, Jimin smiled, too. “Yeah. My dumb ass trusts you, for some reason.” Taehyung let out a laugh. “Your dumb ass and my hot ass, what a pair.” He flashed him a wink, and Jimin’s heart skipped a beat as Taehyung hoisted himself on top of the rock. Turning back, he extended his hand with a grin. “Come on!” In spite of Jimin’s concerns, the act of getting onto the dragon itself was easier than expected. Opal hardly batted an eye as Taehyung sprang onto her back, swinging his legs back and forth like a child on a bouncy horse before leaning down and heaving Jimin on behind him. It was startling how easily Taehyung could grab him from such a distance, and after a muffled yelp he found himself in a wide straddle on solid scales, boots dangling, robe fanned out, and with two hands firmly gripping his thighs - Wait, what? Jimin could only blink, stupefied, as Taehyung scooched him forward until they were flush together, could only let his arms fall uselessly in surrender as Taehyung wrapped them snugly around his own waist with a hum of satisfaction. Even when chained together, they had never once been this close. “There we go,” Taehyung grinned and patted Jimin’s secure forearm. He was thankful he couldn’t glimpse the heat he had begun to feel burning his cheeks. “Jiminie, you gotta hold on tight, okay? I don’t bite.” That was debatable, but he couldn’t say that. Swallowing and noticing the slight sheen of sweat forming on his forehead as the static of his nerves began to crackle, Jimin tried to make himself sound as normal as possible. Well, as normal as he could be while on top of a dragon and clinging on to Kim Taehyung like his life depended on it. “O-okay.” Stroking Opal’s side with one hand and prompting her to stir beneath them, Taehyung laughed lightly. “Don’t be so nervous, I just can’t have you falling off.” He turned to look over his shoulder, striking eyes softening as they met Jimin’s, mere centimeters away. In the setting sun, they were warmer than ever. “Thank you for trusting me, always.” It was hopeless. Hopeless, how easily the tension released from his stiff back, how easily his mind relaxed, stress and fear evaporated and gone. Hopeless, how naturally the corners of his mouth upturned after a genuine smile spread across Taehyung’s own face. Hopeless, how quickly everything else ceased to matter after seeing that glow, how plainly he knew his entire being was saying, ‘Of course, I always will.’ But, instead, he smirked, forcing an eye roll and an exaggerated sigh even as his heart began to beat faster. “You can thank me when we’re back on the ground.” Taehyung’s laugh rang out again and he threw his head back, nearly smacking Jimin on the nose before leaning back forward and patting Opal twice on her shining scales with a firm hand. “Ready?” Jimin took a deep breath. This was crazy. He was crazy. “Yea-” The word was hardly out of his mouth before their bodies jostled and began to ascend, higher and higher as the creature rose to its feet with a groan and started to extend its wings. A shrill whistle rang out in the clearing, born from where Taehyung had two fingers in his mouth, and in deafening moment the dragon’s wings were fully outstretched, barely having room as they flapped and brushed against the neighboring trees, cracking branches and creating a whirlwind of blinding glimmer that chilled the air like ice. “Let’s GO, BABY!” And at Taehyung’s cry, they swooped up.

Flying on a dragon wasn’t actually that much different from flying on a broomstick. For one, it was exhilarating. Jimin’s senses were on overdrive as they shot into the sky, heart all but rattling through his ribcage and against Taehyung’s back while the two leaned forward on the beast, Taehyung clutching at two scales to hold on and laughing like he was having the time of his life. With the way the wind hummed around them as Opal picked up speed, Jimin could barely hear it, only sensing his joy through the way his abdomen clenched as Jimin held on to him with every ounce of his strength. For another, it was breathtaking. The trees turned from looming foliage to a sea of textured greens that washed over the grounds below them as they soared above, robes trailing behind them and bangs blown back by the harsh air with such force as if it were yanking them back with a vice grip, urging them to look, look at the beauty around them. Absorb it. Drown in it. And so, nearly unable to think, speak, or do much else, Jimin drowned. It was easy. Sun halfway beneath the horizon, the glow it breathed was a warm gold, rays acting as a veil thrown out over the woods, the castle, and the lake. Bright fuschias, pastel lavenders, and calm yellows painted the sky, bleeding together and through each other like fresh watercolors, heavy with movement and growth. And the whipping wind - it never ceased, the accelerating momentum of Opal’s wings beating it this way and that as it wooshed and whispered hushed secrets. Even the dragon held her own in the glory of the shifting world, the scales on her body and spread wings all but a shimmering, after-rain mist of rainbow, milky skin and glass talons sparkling in the sunlight. It wasn’t new to him, the sun and sky and wind and flight. While the height and speed were accentuated and increasingly wild as Opal zipped over the looming towers of the Quidditch pitch and circled around the castle’s perimeter, nearly clipping the stone turrets with her claws, the realization sank in that Jimin had known what this was like. Despite the lack of majesty and danger, flying on a broom was truly quite similar. He had yearned for so long, imagined how it would be to fly like this since he had gotten that damn book as a kid. All to now discover that, yes, he had already known. It wasn’t new. He should have felt disappointed, the heavy weight of a dream turned empty, purposeless in cold hands clutching at air. But, he couldn’t be. He couldn’t be disappointed because of what was new. What was new were two things. One: sharing flight. And, two: Taehyung’s ecstasy. With the earth below whirling about from the way Opal flew, a mix of stone gray, cool green, and exploding sunset, Taehyung was his only anchor. Jimin could feel his euphoria through his cries of laughter, the glimpses he caught of Taehyung’s shining, wide eyes as he marveled at their view. Opal dipped close to the ground, shot back up to clouds, gravity pulling them every which way, and Taehyung loved every moment of it. In chaos, he was Jimin’s constant, the one thing he could be sure was safe, warm, here. It was when they reached the lake that he realized. Laid out underneath them, the water was a mirror reflecting the pastel sky, only marred by the shadow of Opal’s figure as she coasted above the waves. The colors shone brilliantly and the heavy sun cast its golden haze on the polished surface, seemingly suspended by clouds as it sank below the horizon. Spellbound, Jimin could only watch. Then, he was being pushed back as Taehyung straightened upright from where they had been leaning, automatically following his movement with the way his arms still remained wrapped around his waist. A new balance. Despite the wind rushing through their chests, for a moment they were still. Quietly, Taehyung stretched out his arms like wings. Jimin felt it immediately - the rush of calm that flowed from his best friend in the twilight, like peace in the eye of a storm. With it came a sigh; small, but he could sense it. Feel it, in his arms. No worries, no cares. Empty of everything. Free. ‘It’s beautiful.’ Looking at Taehyung, feeling him, Jimin realized. Flying with a dragon wasn’t his dream. Taehyung had been wrong. Jimin had been wrong. He had been wrong about where the true magic was. But at thirteen, he hadn’t known. Even after spending two years at Hogwarts, dragons were still the most magical thing he could imagine. Now, he had found something more extraordinary. And then, it was slipping through his fingers. Suddenly, Opal dropped, and they were jolted upwards. All balance broken, their bodies began to tilt, Taehyung yelping, scrambling and sliding through Jimin’s arms in his own fervor to clasp hold of something, anything. Oh god, he was - “TAE!” Chest glued to Opal’s back, one hand clutching onto a scale, and the other clenched around Taehyung’s wrist as he dangled over the side of the dragon with an expression of utter fear, Jimin could hear his heart pounding, feel the thick throb of blood in his eardrums. “Tae, Tae-” The sweat beginning to form on his brow, Jimin felt it, trying to breathe and just staring as Taehyung fumbled with his empty hand to grab at his wrist, swaying in the wind while the lake rushed underneath them. From this height, it was black pavement, from this height - “Jimin, pull me up!” It was the desperation in Taehyung’s eyes, pleading, wild, that jolted him back into focus. No way could he let him fall. He trusted Jimin with his life, too. Leaning away as far as possible with his fingers digging under Opal’s scale and the wind blowing his hair in his face, Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, grunting, and pulled as hard as he could. Just a little higher and maybe Taehyung could grab at the dragon himself, climb his way back on. But as strong as he was, his bicep barely rose a millimeter. The position was too awkward, Taehyung entirely dead weight, and Jimin collapsed forward in a gasp with his chest heaving on Opal’s spine. “C-come on, Jiminie,” Taehyung’s faint voice called out, light, but trembling. “You’re not a Muggle!” Jimin’s eyes shot open, brow knit as he panted, gazing frantically, unseeing, at the point where Opal ended and the lake’s water began. No - No. He couldn’t lose him. Instead of Taehyung, he had to trust himself now. Thank god he wasn’t a Muggle. Jimin gripped onto Opal’s sides with his legs, squeezing every thigh muscle before releasing his hold of her with a grimace as he continued to lean forward on her back. Digging into his robes with his freed hand, he pulled out his wand before twisting his torso to face the arm grasped by Taehyung, pushing himself up on his side and groaning in discomfort. Taehyung’s palms were damp on his wrist from gripping so hard, threatening to slide off at any second. But he couldn’t think about that; couldn’t, if he was about to do this right. ‘Just like you read, just like first year. Swish and flick.’ “Wingardium Leviosa!” And thank god Jimin was also a nerd who studied too hard and practiced casting with his left hand; thank god he had precise aim and focused on the collar of Taehyung’s robes instead of his scarf or tie, because in an instant, the weight on his wrist vanished. Yet, the anxiety in Taehyung’s eyes remained as Jimin levitated him upwards, concentrating to keep him anchored against the pull of the rushing air as he brought him slowly, slowly, to the dragon’s body. Slowly, because it had to be perfect. It was the most important spell he had ever cast. One more moment and Taehyung was in front of him, straddled backwards on Opal and gazing at him as if he were the moon. When he took Jimin in his arms and he could feel his heartbeat, curls brushing his cheek, and the warmth of Taehyung’s shaky exhale on his neck - only then did Jimin break the spell. Taehyung was here, and he was safe. Automatically wrapping him in a tight hold, Jimin couldn’t stop the sob of relief that spilled from his lips. ‘Thank you.’ They stayed like that for a few seconds, chest to chest in the restless air, before Taehyung let go. Reluctantly, Jimin glanced down to find that his best friend’s hands were gripping scales again, and he let his hold loosen as Taehyung maneuvered himself around to face forward. It couldn’t last forever; neither of them could fall again. But Jimin still felt hollow, a disappointment he didn’t want to name. So, he resumed his position, wordlessly snaking his arms around Taehyung’s waist and resting his head on his back. He had done it. It was okay. Everything was fine. The world was darker when they finally circled back to the forest. Deep shadows stretched across the sea of trees, the sun barely peeking out from the horizon as it entrusted the moon to take its place. With gentle pats and coos from Taehyung, Opal flew down to the clearing in a practiced manner, landing only with a slight bump that jostled them on her back. Jimin waited until she had shaken out her wings and settled before slipping off, nearly tripping, and striding away. He heard the thump of Taehyung’s landing right behind him, but didn’t look back. “Jiminie, oh my god, that was insane.” Taehyung’s breathless voice broke through the falling darkness with a laugh. It was incredulous, light like the rustle of his boots on the forest floor. “I thought I was a goner for a second but, damn, you were so cool. I knew I could trust you, you saved my-” Taehyung paused. Standing with his back to his best friend, fingers unconsciously forming fists, Jimin could only assume he had been caught. They didn’t walk away from each other, ever. Not when things were fine. “Jimin? What’s wrong?” He felt his heartbeat growing stronger, rattling his chest as Taehyung’s footsteps drew near. Jimin wanted to shake off the nervous electricity buzzing his head, pretend, like before, that everything was fine. But, it wasn’t. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t lie to himself; wouldn’t lie to Taehyung. Just as he felt the brush of fingertips on his shoulder, Jimin spun around. Taehyung was there, hand withdrawn into his chest as if he had been shocked. His brown eyes were heavy with concern as they searched Jimin’s face, silent. He looked fragile. The last thing Jimin wanted to do was break him. Still, he took a shaky breath. “You can’t do this anymore.” “What?” Taehyung blinked. “You saved me, nothing happened. It’s okay.” “It’s not okay! You almost-” Jimin swallowed, grit his jaw to keep it from trembling. Taehyung was looking at him with a creased brow, confused. He had to calm down, explain it properly. Jimin lowered his voice. “Imagine if you’d been alone. If I wasn’t there.” Taehyung was mid-eyeroll before he appeared to catch himself, reaching out to grasp Jimin’s shoulders with warm hands. “I fly with her nearly every day, and it’s always been okay. Today was just an accident, just one time.” He was stroking Jimin’s right arm with his thumb, gazing at him with such deep earnesty, Jimin wanted to believe him. Instead, he spoke. “Taehyung… all it takes is one time.” The cold rushed in before Jimin even noticed the warmth had vanished. Hands now by his sides, Taehyung had straightened up and was regarding Jimin in a way he didn’t recognize. “Don’t you trust me?” ‘Of course-’ “I do!” His eyes widened, and Jimin grabbed Taehyung’s wrist more forcefully than he had meant, pulling him back to meet his gaze. Taehyung didn’t resist, staring right back. Almost through him. “I just…” Jimin sighed, words pressing through the ice, “She’s a dragon, it’s too much and too dangerous, you can’t keep taking care of her and-” “That, again?” Everything, from harshness of his tone to the way Taehyung was looking at him with an expression edging between incredulity and disgust - it was like a slap in the face. “Jimin, I was dumb once, fine, but I know her, I raised her, for you, for your dream, and now all you can do is lecture me? Fuck.” Taehyung spat the last word with a snarl, ripping his hand from Jimin’s grasp. It stung. All of it stung. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t see clearly now, vision tunneling to nothing but Taehyung’s cold eyes and the twisted way they regarded him as if he were a stranger. The sun had nearly vanished, the clearing growing dimmer by the second. He needed to say something. He needed to tell him - “I… I already have my dream.” “Great. Guess you don’t need me, then.” Curls falling in his downcast eyes, Taehyung turned on his heel, striding towards Opal. Jimin couldn’t breathe. Just a few meters away from the dragon, he stopped. “You speak sometimes like you know better than me.” Fists slowly clenching by his sides, Taehyung’s voice came out no higher than a murmur. “You don’t always say it, but I can hear it in your tone, see it the way you look at me. Concerned. Like I’m just a kid who can’t do shit. But I know I can. I read and I study and I work at this, every single day. I’ve been caring for Opal by myself for over two months, fuck it if I’m not capable.” Frozen, Jimin just stared at the back of his head as Taehyung paused and inhaled sharply. Then, he whipped around. Jimin anticipated anger, for the impending lightning that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end to finally shoot down on him with a violent crack. Instead, there was desperation. Holding his gaze with pleading eyes, Taehyung stepped closer. “I believe in myself. So Jimin, if you trust me, why can’t you believe in me? Why can’t you just support me?” “B-because-” “Why do you have to be so damn overprotective all the time?!” “Because I’m in love with you!” Taehyung’s outstretched arms fell to his sides, mouth dropping open. Speechless. Mirroring his expression, Jimin processed. Blinked. Oh. Finally, it had slipped out. ‘Love’ was one thing. ‘In love’ was another, and the statement was unfamiliar on his tongue. Heavy, new. Yet natural, like how it had felt when Ollivander had handed him the wand that was his own. It felt right, to tell Taehyung he loved him. Was in love with him. But now, his feelings didn’t matter. He had to fix this. “Tae… of course I believe in you. I believe in you more than I believe in myself.” He took a step closer, a shaky inhale, not quite able to meet Taehyung’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was hurting you, and I’m so sorry. You are more than capable; I can’t even begin to understand how you get animals to trust you, or know how to calm them, or memorize Fantastic Beasts from cover to cover, but I just,” he caught himself, pausing before his voice could grow louder. Jimin swallowed. “I get… I get worried that someday, something will happen. And it’ll be too much for you to handle.” He spoke carefully, like his words might shatter if he didn’t lay them out just right. Finally mustering the courage, Jimin looked up through his lashes to find Taehyung still in shock. As if Jimin wasn’t the most obvious person in the world when it came to liking his best friend. It was almost comical, but the way his heart was pounding like it would burst, the way his palms were suddenly sweaty and gross - he couldn’t laugh. “I was scared to tell you. I didn’t even know if I would. You don’t have to reciprocate, I don’t expect that. I only… hope you can understand why I acted how I did.” The world was silent for a second. Then, Jimin took a breath, and everything overflowed. “You’re just smart, and funny, and so, so beautiful,” he was gushing now, “and I don’t even care when you cheat off my potions homework or get us in trouble sneaking out at night, because I feel warm when you look at me, and when you laugh the world gets brighter, and when we’re together, it’s like magic, Tae, better than magic.” When Jimin had started smiling, he didn’t know. Just a few steps away from him, he could see Taehyung’s face begin to soften. In pity, probably. Quiet, like a good friend, waiting for him to get it out of his system and stop. He should stop. But he couldn’t. “I really am grateful for Opal, I mean it. I’m still worried, but… I can’t believe you raised her for me. I told you about that dream two years ago,” he let out a breathy laugh, “and I was just so shocked to see her because I barely remembered it. I remember everything and I barely remembered because that dream isn’t my dream anymore, it’s you, and I don’t know what I would do if-” And then, Jimin did stop. Because Taehyung was kissing him. It was vulnerable, the way he had felt in pulling his heart out in front of his best friend, naming every part before offering it to him in tentatively cupped hands. Yet, how Taehyung was holding his cheeks so tenderly and kissing him with soft lips, smelling of earth and fresh rain, was vulnerable in its own right. A question in response to his own declaration, hesitant and faint. ‘Is it okay?’ Warm. Everything was so warm. Taehyung’s hands, his breath on Jimin’s cheek as he pulled back to look at him, and his eyes, deep honey gold with flecks of uncertainty. Was it okay, to love him? Reaching up to grab at Taehyung’s scarf, Jimin closed his eyes and pulled him in. ‘Always.’ Being with Taehyung was like finding home. His booming laughter, carefree smile, tears of frustration, or even his silence - no matter what, it was enough. It was more than Jimin could ask for, yet, at some point, he noticed he had started searching for something greater. Not necessary, but wanted. Like the little boost of acceleration he gave his broom sometimes - not to reach any destination, but just because he was in love with the feeling itself. Now it was here in his hands, loving him back. After a minute, they broke apart, panting. Even in the growing darkness, he couldn’t help notice the way Taehyung’s lips were swollen, the pink dusting his cheeks as Jimin tucked a stray curl behind his ear. At that, his blush deepened. Beautiful. Jimin felt his face heating to match. “I… didn’t know you felt like that.” There were a million more important things to say, but he couldn’t think of them. Taehyung shrugged. “Me neither. But when I heard you talking it just… made sense.” It was so simple, Jimin could’ve laughed. “That’s too easy.” “Can’t it be?” Gazing at him with wide, earnest eyes, Taehyung took his hands. They were warm, the perfect size to hold his own. Jimin felt whole. Maybe it was that simple. “You’re my favorite person, Jiminie. I’ve always known that, I just didn’t realize what it actually meant.” Softening his voice, he flashed a wink. “I don’t give dragons to just anyone, y’know.” It was like Jimin had been floating away from earth and was abruptly tugged down, hard. His gaze darted from the cheeky smile in front of him to the creature that lay behind Taehyung, scales shining faintly as it observed them with tired eyes, its head resting on an outstretched leg. So quiet, he had forgotten it was there. Just as quickly as it had glowed from Taehyung’s confession, Jimin’s heart sank. “Tae, about Opal,” “I know.” His tone was resigned as he let go of one of Jimin’s hands, slowly turning around to face the dragon. Taehyung exhaled softly. “I can’t keep her, can I.” It was a statement, not a question. Jimin had seen the look in his eyes before, and now it was magnified by the moonlight rather than concealed in the dark. Resignation. It didn’t belong on Taehyung, it never did - his face was home to curiosity, hope, joy - but maybe, here, it was necessary. Jimin’s chest ached at the thought. Still, it wasn’t about him. He had to choose his words wisely. “...I’m not going to tell anybody, I promised you. Right now doesn’t have to be goodbye, just,” He bit his lip. “I don’t think she should stay here.” Gaze trained on Opal, Taehyung nodded. He stood still for another second, motionless, and then Jimin watched as he stepped towards the dragon, going to kneel beside her head. “Hey, beautiful,” he whispered, reaching out to stroke the scales in between her eyes. They fell shut lazily in relaxation, and he continued. “I love you. A lot. You know that, right?” Jimin had known it would be painful. Of course it would be. Yet, seeing Taehyung crouched next to the dragon, a figure in black amidst a sea of glittering iridescence, his heart hit the bottom of his ribcage with a thunk. ‘Painful’ may have been too weak of a word for how small Taehyung seemed in that moment. Eventually, he straightened up, patting Opal’s nose. Taehyung lingered, as if hesitating. Then, he leaned over, giving her a tender kiss on the forehead. She merely sighed in response, nostrils flaring with a hot wind that rustled across the glade and far enough to disturb the bottom of Jimin’s robes. Taehyung mouthed something to her that Jimin couldn’t quite hear, face shadowed, before striding back to him. Behind the hard gaze and set jaw that became defined as he stepped into the light of the clearing, Jimin could see hurt. But even so, the veil of determination looked much, much better on Taehyung. “I’ll tell someone. Within two weeks, I’ll tell Hagrid; I might get in trouble, but that-” “You won’t get in trouble. I’ll help, okay? When you’re ready.” Jimin took his hand and squeezed it gently. No way was he going to let Taehyung expose himself with unnecessary candor for being in possession of a class XXXXX creature and possibly get detained by the Ministry, but they didn’t need to have that conversation just yet. Taehyung swallowed, squeezing back as his gaze fell to the ground. “Okay.” “Okay.” He could have left it at that, given a smile of reassurance and a hug. Instead, Jimin spoke. “And, Tae,” Taehyung’s head shot up and Jimin’s words caught in his throat. He took a breath, continuing. “I don’t ever want to get in the way between you and them. I just want you to be alright.” He meant it, maybe more than he had ever meant anything. He wanted him to be safe. Safe, and happy. Taehyung stared at him. And then, gradually, his gaze softened, and he was looking at Jimin with warm eyes, as if he were a star. “I will be. Promise.” He stuck out his pinky. Jimin felt his heart pumping faster, and his fingers trembled as he raised his hand. This was something bigger, astronomically bigger than they both could control, no matter how hard they tried. But Jimin trusted Taehyung. So, he locked their pinkies together. “Promise.” They shook, and barely seconds later, a gale of frigid wind drew them into each other for warmth. Huddled together, Jimin felt Taehyung’s arms sneaking around his waist. He burrowed his face in Taehyung’s neck, sinking into him like a sigh, nose tickled by curls. It was new - holding him like this, being held - but it was natural. It was right. Eventually, in the quiet, Taehyung’s heart sped up. Eyes closed, Jimin could feel it beating against his own. “Is it weird if I kiss you again?” Jimin smiled. ~~~ Not much was different. They still studied together in the library, still walked each other to class, and still snuck up into the Astronomy tower at midnight to gaze at the stars. Jimin still curled up on Taehyung’s bed, fussing over his Arithmancy textbooks as he snored, and Taehyung still attended Jimin’s Quidditch games in full Slytherin glory, donning green and silver amidst a sea of black and yellow and cheering “Park, Park!” while cursing at the opposing team, even when it was Hufflepuff. Only now, they held hands under the table during O.W.L. cramming sessions. Jimin laid his head on Taehyung’s chest while reading, letting him absentmindedly stroke his hair. And after a game where Jimin had caught the snitch with seconds to spare in a rough tumble to the ground, Taehyung had ran out onto the field laughing, flopped on top of his sore body, and kissed him until he couldn’t anymore. They were smiling too hard. Not much was different, but Jimin still felt a shift in the air. The overthinking and stinging anxiety of whether he was doing too little as a friend or acting overly obvious with his feelings was replaced by peace. When Taehyung said ‘I love you,’ as he always had, instead of agitated butterflies there was reassurance, calm and quiet. Well, the butterflies never really left - but rather than fluttering, they glowed. Two weeks passed in a blur. Even after spending most of the day together, Jimin would often sneak a glance up from his textbook at dinner, searching the Hufflepuff table for a boxy smile, wink, and wave, only to find none. Wanting to make the most of what time they had left, Taehyung had been spending more and more nights out in the forest with Opal, doing what he had to say goodbye. Jimin didn’t protest or ask questions, just lingered a little longer in the corridors while patrolling after curfew, looking out from the tall windows for a tiny circle of light he knew would eventually emerge from the trees and rush towards the castle. He trusted Taehyung, and he had promised. What Jimin did do was plan the departure. Telling anyone about the dragon would have to be done with high anonymity to prevent either of them from being suspected of caring for an illegal, highly dangerous creature and facing the consequences. So, after several increasingly awkward tea visits with Hagrid and late evenings researching possible sanctuaries, the plan was in motion. They would send a letter with enough details to seem legitimate, but not enough to be detected. “Won’t they know it’s from us if we send them a note?! They could just follow the owl right back! And if we charm it, surely they’d have some way to-” “We won’t send it by owl and we won’t use magic.” “...then, how?” “Muggle mail, Tae.” Jimin had grinned at his boyfriend’s dumbstruck expression. Maybe being muggleborn had its benefits, after all. But with the unpredictable timing of the post came the unpredictable timing of goodbye. After sending the letter off, the circles under Taehyung’s eyes grew darker with longer nights spent in the forest, the smiles he gave Jimin just a little fainter. Every evening, Jimin’s walk around the castle would go later and later as he waited for that small beam of light. It wasn’t his loss, but he still felt the weight of it. Heavy, like his heart might be crushed, too. One night, as he strolled through the third floor corridor on the east side, Jimin’s gaze was pulled to a looming window by a gleam in its black reflection. Jolted alert, he rushed to the glass and peered out. It was early, far too early to be Taehyung. Yet, there it was, a light in the darkness going towards the forest. No, not just one light - multiple, hovering together like a constellation. A group, moving as one. It was happening. It was happening, and Taehyung was - Jimin’s body acted before he could even process the movement, legs propelling him to the nearest staircase, pounding down hallways and rounding corners with nothing but muscle memory. He was only aware of the feeling of his stomach dropping through the floor. Taehyung was outside, Taehyung was out there, and he just needed to go, go, go. It wasn’t that Jimin didn’t trust him. Right now, he just didn’t trust anyone else. If they found him out there, with her - he didn’t even want to imagine. Chest heaving in gasps, Jimin flung himself around the corner of the corridor to the grounds, footsteps heavy as he jogged the final stretch to the stone archway leading to a black void. Just as he reached the threshold, he stopped, leaning over and breathing deeply with his hands on his knees. As strong as the tug in his chest was to keep going, to fling himself into the night, he needed to think. Cool down. Assess his options so he didn’t fuck this up. One, he could follow his instinct - rush onto the grounds and find Taehyung. It would be risky; they could be trapped, questioned, expelled, imprisoned - Or, he could… do nothing. Wait here, motionless, for Taehyung to come back. He himself would be safe, no matter what. But anything could happen out in the forest. Jimin exhaled softly, staring at the stone floor. Again, it was so simple. They were together, or they weren’t. That was it. And even if it meant sleeping in a filthy Azkaban cell overflowing with Dementors, Jimin still didn’t want to be more than three meters from Taehyung. A spark of adrenaline shot through him as he straightened up, taking another breath and pulling up the hood of his robes. Swimming in so much fabric was stifling, but he absolutely couldn’t be caught. Jail was still not ideal. He peered out into the dark, barely able to see anything, but the swarm of lights was gone. They must have reached the forest already, and with a dragon to preoccupy them there was a low chance the wizards would even notice his presence. He needed to go right now. Just as Jimin was about to step onto the grounds, something emerged from the night that made him stop in his tracks. Taehyung. Head down, shoulders slumped, curls askew, and lip quivering as if he were going to burst into tears. “Oh, my baby, c’mere,” Jimin was by his side in an instant, rushing onto the grass and wrapping his arms around him while reaching up to stroke his hair. Relief at seeing him safe turned into something he couldn’t name as Taehyung’s head fell on his shoulder, arms limp, and his body sank into the embrace, so fast that Jimin nearly stumbled over. Balancing them, he placed a soft kiss on Taehyung’s temple. Only then came the first sob. It was as if Taehyung’s heart was breaking. Shattering in his arms bit by bit with each shake of Taehyung’s shoulders, wavering cries into his chest that grew louder and sharper with every moment. They pierced through him so unbearably that Jimin soon realized he was crying, too. He longed to gather the shards, hold the pieces in his hands and shape them back into the light he knew so well, but he didn’t know how. So Jimin just held him, rubbing his back and pulling him close. They stayed like that for a while, at the edge of the grass. Maybe Jimin should have been focusing elsewhere, keeping an eye out on the trees in case someone saw them framed against the stark light of the castle. Maybe he should have at least moved them out of view and further down the hallway. But, he didn’t. Taehyung mattered more than anything else. Eventually, Taehyung’s sobs grew softer until they were heavy, warm sighs against the crook of Jimin’s neck. Jimin continued to hold him until Taehyung pulled back with a shuddering breath, and he gently loosened his grip to look at him fully. Eyes, painfully bloodshot, and tear stains streaking down his cheeks. They shouldn’t be there, not on him. Jimin reached up to wipe them away with his thumb, and Taehyung sniffled, meeting his eyes for the first time. They were full of a despair he had never seen, and, now, Jimin felt like he was going to break. “I,” Taehyung’s voice came out strained. He took another shaky breath. “I s-saw them coming, and I told her,” He swallowed a sob, and Jimin grasped his hand, holding it gently. “I told her to b-be good for them, that I would come back someday. F-for her. Do…” Trailing off, Taehyung bit his lip, eyes glinting in the torchlight as tears began to well up in them again. “Jimin, d-do you think I can? Did I lie to her?” “No no no,” he couldn’t say it fast enough, murmuring the word like an incantation as he stroked Taehyung’s cheek. “Of course you can, baby. You didn’t lie.” “I-I just want her to be safe, and,” Taehyung shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut. “I… didn’t know it would hurt this much.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the grief was deafening. There was a terrible twist in Jimin’s chest, seeing Taehyung like this, hearing him and feeling the pain almost as if it were his own. Especially when he felt powerless to make it better. “I know.” It was all he could say. Taehyung exhaled slowly before wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve and straightening up. “I’m… I’m okay.” He looked at Jimin, nodding repeatedly and forcing the corners of his lips to upturn. As if Jimin didn’t notice the hard swallow, or how the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. They both knew he did. But if Taehyung needed him to pretend, then he would. He would do anything for Taehyung in a heartbeat. Jimin gave him what he hoped was at least a half-genuine smile, and then took his hand to guide Taehyung further into the corridor. Firelight from the enchanted torches bathed Taehyung’s face in a honey warmth, but even it couldn’t mask the lifeless expression Jimin glimpsed when Taehyung thought he wasn’t looking. Licking his lips nervously, Jimin led them to the stone wall, close enough to watch the entrance, yet far enough inside that they wouldn’t be spotted. There were still no signs of life from the trees. Was it going smoothly, or not? What was taking so long? “Did… did you see them, in the forest?” Jimin tried to make his tone casual as he leaned his side against the wall, like they hadn’t both been crying only moments ago. “Yeah. For a bit.” Still holding on to his hand, Taehyung rested his back on the stone and stared straight ahead. He sniffed. “I had to sneak away, but I heard them s-saying how calm she was.” It took everything in Jimin’s power to ignore the quiver in his boyfriend’s voice. Despite his best efforts, he stroked the back of Taehyung’s hand with his thumb. “Did they leave before you?” “No.” If he hadn’t been looking so closely, he would have missed the way Taehyung’s gaze shifted, roaming from the opposite wall to land intently on the darkness outside. He was waiting for something. Of course he was. Earlier, on the grass, Jimin had thought it would be best to walk away. To take Taehyung back to his dorm or even the Astronomy tower; anywhere they could sleep or focus on something else. Now, the realization sunk in that that wouldn’t have been possible, not without seeing this through. With Taehyung, every second counted, even the most painful ones. “Hey.” Brown eyes met his. “Let’s stay here for a bit. Okay?” Taehyung blinked. Nodded, voice soft. “Okay.” It didn’t take more than a slight tug to pull him down, and a moment later they were sitting on the hard floor, side by side with crossed legs. Jimin only had to put his arm around him and Taehyung was adjusting his body without a word, laying his head in Jimin’s lap and pulling his robe over them like a blanket. The sigh they shared was familiar as they sank into each other, and when Jimin’s fingers mindlessly moved to play with soft curls, Taehyung seemed to melt further, surrendering all weight and tension in another exhale. Jimin glanced down to find his eyes closed, dark eyelashes fanning over amber skin. Peaceful. Maybe Jimin couldn’t bring Opal back, couldn’t ensure she was treated well or that she would have a good life in the sanctuary. He couldn’t take away Taehyung’s pain or make time go any faster. Now, though, he could help him rest. That would have to be enough. “We’ll know, when they leave.” Taehyung’s shoulders stiffened. For a moment, Jimin watched as he stared at the black fabric of his robes with empty eyes, unseeing, before giving a small nod and closing them. With another few strokes of Jimin’s fingers threading through his hair, the stress seemed to dissipate. The solitude of the corridor set in just as gradually, so quiet that the only sounds audible were the flicker of the torches and the pulse of their hearts, slowing in time to make one single beat that measured the seconds. They waited there, everything still. Until it wasn’t. Jimin’s hand froze as faint voices came from the grounds, traveling on the chilled wind only to be ripped apart by a thump, thump, thump. Footsteps, heavy footsteps. There was only one thing he could think of that would be so big. He had barely opened his mouth to whisper Taehyung’s name before starting as the boy shot from his lap and scrambled to the entrance. Jimin hopped up right behind him, legs aching, and soon enough he reached Taehyung’s side. His aura had been so calm, yet now there was only intensity as he peered around the corner of the archway, overflowing from the way he clutched at the stone and his wild gaze that darted around for any sign of movement in the shadows. Maybe Taehyung was experiencing the same kind of instinctual pull Jimin had before, but there was no way he could actually follow it. He had to know that. Still, Jimin wrapped a cautious arm around his waist as he stepped behind him, leaning over his shoulder to survey the grounds. At first, there was nothing but the sound of rustling grass and pounding footfalls, lost in the void far beyond the stone of the castle. Then, one by one, those same spots of light Jimin had seen on the third corridor appeared, little more than twinkling stars that bobbed up and down as they inched across the border of the forest at a steady pace. Strangely, Opal’s figure seemed non-existent, yet he could still hear her moving, drawing closer - Taehyung inhaled sharply, craning his neck out into the dark, and that’s when Jimin saw her. Profile just visible in the slight shine from the wizard’s wands, Opal was luminescent. Her wings and torso shimmered like mist with each step, rainbow scales flashing as each caught the light. Even her eye glowed a shocking blue, suspended in the air like a sapphire moon. If she had been dazzling during the daytime, she was radiant against the black canvas of midnight. Except, that wasn’t the only reason Jimin couldn’t stop staring. More than beautiful, she crossed the grounds so easily, never seeming to stop or even pass the wizards. Just following behind them almost… calmly. Like Yoongi’s cat, an animal so stubborn, but that would listen to his every command. Obedient. The last quality Jimin would expect from a dragon. As the group continued further down the line of trees and towards the entrance gate, Jimin could feel Taehyung growing more and more tense under his grip, breathing turning shaky. His own heart stirred, and Jimin turned his head to sigh into the crook Taehyung’s neck, but not before noticing the tears brimming in his eyes. How he wished he could stop it. ‘It’s okay.’ He kissed his cheek, earning another strained exhale which melted into a whimper as Opal’s sparkling figure passed directly across from where they stood. Not a moment later, the shimmering stopped. All that remained was the pinprick-sized gleam of a few moonstone scales, barely discernible in the darkness. That, and a pair of azure eyes staring right at them. Indistinct shouts rang out from the grounds and Jimin immediately dived against the wall, trying to pull Taehyung with him. One glance at where Opal was looking and they would be seen, discovered, and that couldn’t happen after all of this. But Taehyung wouldn’t budge. He just gazed back into the night, and, holding in another sob, gave a vigorous nod. At once, the cries died out. Taehyung didn’t move. Footsteps, hard, slow, and rhythmic, echoed over the grass once more. Heart throbbing in his ears, Jimin crept back behind Taehyung and peeked over his shoulder only to find everything the same. A wavering flock of lights and glinting, iridescent scales traveling away from the castle. In a moment, Opal had returned to being docile, almost a pet rather than a beast. It didn’t make sense - she shouldn’t have been trainable. Dragons were lethal animals, and even someone ridiculously gifted like Taehyung shouldn’t have this kind of power over her, it just wasn’t possible. This had been strange from the very beginning, but he had never questioned it. So, then, how… Jimin blinked. He almost missed the wizards slipping out of sight, lit wands disappearing around the snaking corner of the forest with Opal trailing just behind. An intelligent creature more than capable of making its own judgements, of choosing to say no and fly away. A dangerous creature that could easily overpower a mere young wizard and kill him in an instant without reason. A creature that, instead, chose to stay, to follow, and to listen to a nod of the head signaling that it was alright, things would be okay. “She trusts you.” He whispered the words as he slid his arms around Taehyung’s waist, this time for comfort rather than precaution. Resting his chin on his shoulder and looking into his eyes, Jimin found them still shining, but his gaze was a bit more lucid and focused. “I know.” Taehyung’s bottom lip trembled, and he swiftly reached up to wipe his nose before heaving out a sigh, expression turning firm. “Maybe she shouldn’t.” “No. No, she absolutely should. Trusting you is the smartest thing she’s ever done.” Like a cloud passing over the stars, Opal’s glittering form began to grow dimmer as she gradually vanished beyond the trees. Then, darkness. She was gone. Taehyung’s gaze was immobile at first, staring with wide eyes as if lost at the empty space where she had been. Perhaps he hadn’t heard Jimin’s words, too caught up in the final moments, but that was okay. Pulling him closer, Jimin felt the tension suddenly ebb from his boyfriend’s body as he relaxed into the embrace. And, finally, Taehyung turned, wrapping his arms around Jimin and burying his head into his shoulder. It was the first time he had initiated contact that night, Jimin realized. He knew it not consciously, but from the instant feeling of relief that flooded through him in a wave of warmth. Taehyung’s hands on his back, clutching at his robes; the soft curls brushing his neck; the way their chests pressed together, hearts fighting to be even closer, blood flowing through blood. The feeling of being whole again, even when one of them was broken. Nothing could be more right. “You really think so?” The words were quiet, muffled even more as Taehyung muttered them into the heavy fabric on Jimin’s shoulder. “Huh?” “That... she should trust me.” As soft as it was, there was desperation in his voice, as if he were pleading. Praying for affirmation, a breath of hope. Taehyung had heard him, after all. Jimin hummed, letting his eyes close, and he turned his head to whisper into his ear. “Yes, I do. You always keep your promises.” In spite of everything, he felt a small smile blooming on his face, and he gently kissed Taehyung’s temple before pulling back and pressing their foreheads together. “I would know.” Maybe it was the glow of the torchlight that cast his features in half-gold, half-shadow, or maybe it was lingering relief in Jimin’s chest of being held after holding for so long, but, in that moment, Taehyung had never been more beautiful. Cheeks still dusted a soft pink from the tears, the way he looked at him was in awe, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide, warm and heavy with something Jimin couldn’t describe, but knew because he could feel it reflected in his own gaze. Taehyung had started saying it when they first became friends. Had still been saying it these past two weeks, but in a different way - in a sincere tone, accompanied by a stolen kiss or a bear hug. Jimin had never doubted him, always believed he meant it with his whole heart. Though it was this time, when Taehyung didn’t say it, that Jimin knew it was true. ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you, too.’ A shy smile spread across Taehyung’s face. In the dawning sun, Jimin had never felt more warm.

Moonlight poured through the windows, dyed green from the lakewater. They lay curled up in Jimin’s bed, arms and legs wrapped together in tangled sheets, Jimin’s fingers weaving through Taehyung’s curls as he rested his head on his chest. Sniffles that persisted as they snuck back to the Slytherin dorm had eased into soft sighs, and Taehyung now seemed to be asleep, breathing silent. His presence mirrored the subtle quiet that pervaded the room, heavy on Jimin’s form, but with a safety in its weight that only made him sink deeper. If Taehyung could sleep tonight, he had succeeded. Still, he could only sleep if he was certain his job was complete. Lifting his head off the pillow, Jimin looked down. He couldn’t see more than Taehyung’s curls, tinged teal in the light rather than their normal shade of coffee. They were soft between his fingertips, but gave no access to his face, so Jimin brushed his bangs back just to be sure. Open. Taehyung’s eyes were wide open, not looking at Jimin but staring off to the side of him. Jimin automatically followed his gaze, stopping on his nightstand. Oh. There, bathed in emerald light with glinting scales and curled up as if asleep, was the dragon figurine. Jimin could feel his blood pressure rising, heart pumping steadily faster. He should have put it away, should have shoved it in his drawer weeks ago when he had remembered, had known what it would have been like if Taehyung had to see it afterwards. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t anticipated how hard it would be after goodbye - he should have been smarter, more attentive, or at least prepared for the worst. “Baby…” The word was painful on Jimin’s tongue as he broke the silence with a whisper. He felt the strain in his chest, and Taehyung shifted his gaze to look up at him. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You raised her for me, you did that all by yourself for something I wanted and then-” He swallowed down the guilt, hushing himself as he let his head fall back into the pillow. The ceiling loomed above him, cold and unwelcoming. What did Taehyung need to hear? “I’m, I’m grateful. I’m really, really grateful, and I want you to know that because this is hard and I want some part of this to be worth it, even it’s just a little-” “Jiminie. Look at me.” Voice catching in his throat, Jimin did. “It’s okay.” As he spilled his feelings, Jimin hadn’t noticed Taehyung shift his body, but now he was close, face right next to his own with his hair spread out over the pillow. Eyes filled with concern, he radiated comfort, and Jimin found himself lost in the lull, unable to look away. Yet, there was still a shadow that hadn’t disappeared. “Yeah, it’s hard.” Taehyung whispered, biting his lip, and Jimin felt his body tense against his side. “It fucking sucks. A lot. But… ” Taking a breath, he reached over Jimin, rustling the covers and gently picking up the figurine by the torso. Its scales gleamed in the moonlight and the toy stirred in Taehyung’s fingers, beginning to wake and flap its small wings feebly with a whine. Nervous, Jimin watched Taehyung place it on his open palm, waiting for it to shoot sparks at his skin in revenge for the disturbance. But the tiny dragon only shuffled around its new home, craning its neck up to peer at its captor face with a distrustful eye before pausing, shuffling again, and plopping down with a huff. Of course it felt at ease; there was no reason to be anxious. In the history of their friendship, the toy had never breathed fire at him. It had spat at Jimin many times, often stinging his skin, but never once had it harmed Taehyung. It made sense. Dragons liked him. Sighing shakily, Taehyung settled into Jimin’s side once more. He wistfully stared at the figurine nuzzling its head into his palm with closed eyes before cradling it to his chest. “I’ll be okay. I knew I couldn’t keep her forever.” His voice became nothing more than a whisper, lighthearted tone fading. Jimin didn’t know how to respond. The silence was unbearable. “...I’m sorry.” He finally breathed, faint in the darkness. “Don’t be.” Jimin looked over, and their eyes met. Taehyung’s gaze was soft, but strong. “I got to fulfill your dream, angel. That’s what matters.” Jimin’s lips parted slightly in awe, and he felt his heart leap. The sunlight was on him again, warming him with its rays through Taehyung’s caring eyes, the slight tug at the corner of his mouth, his free hand that found Jimin’s own easily, like it belonged there. “And I’ll see her again. I don’t know when but I know I will.” Taehyung swallowed, brow furrowed in determination. Then, the corners of his mouth curved upwards, and he winked. “I keep my promises, right?” “Right.” Jimin felt true relief for the first time that night as Taehyung squeezed his hand, a weight that evaporated like mist. He licked his lips, searching for the right words again. “I’ll… I’ll help you get there. Promise.” Jimin nodded in reassurance, more for himself than his boyfriend. He would do anything for Taehyung, and he would do this, too. He had promised. “I just want you to be happy.” The words slipped out in the moment, his heart laid bare. Taehyung let out a gentle laugh, smiling brighter. “You don’t need to promise, Jimin. I’m already happy. I have you.” It had always been simple, with them. Simple, because it was right. And as Taehyung kissed him, slow and full, Jimin knew no other magic could compare. ~~~ a/n: thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed!! they make my heart melt haha ^^ any feedback or comments or even a like would be so so appreciated! <3 hope you have a wonderful day

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