#tau x yn

[roccooraccoon]

GAY 🫵

The first drawing I realised may seem inappropriate ITS NOT MEANT TO BE THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT 😭

AND TAU NEEDS KISSES ISTG ILL KISS HIM AS MUCH AS NEEDED IJNSINJHBINJDNIDIN

[husbandhoshi]

LILY HI ITS ME STAR!!! HOW ARE YOU I LOVE U AND WISH U ALL THE BEST MUAH MUAH!! also: perhaps smth a little naughty at 11:36 PM with lab partner!wonwoo 👀👀

tags: college!au, inexperienced!wonwoo x f!reader, nerd!wonwoo, experienced!yn, oral (m!receiving)

[11:36]

wonwoo has never liked chemistry.

the periodic table looks like a colorful placemat and a titration might as well be a long winded recipe for a terrible cocktail. (although the ones at the delta tau delta chemistry themed party were good. they served them in little beakers, and wonwoo thought those were quite cute. that was also the party where he met you.)

speaking of you—unlike chemistry, wonwoo does, however, like you a great deal.

which makes chemistry much more tolerable because you are his lab partner.

on the first day of lab, when they had asked the class to pair up, you walked over to him, and wonwoo almost melted right into the ground.

"you're the only one here i know," you whispered, waiting for him to lean down to your height. he did, and you smelled like cherries. "we talked at the delt party. wonwoo, right?"

"yes, i'm wonwoo," he had said, words tripping and tumbling off of his tongue like he was learning to speak for the first time.

it was no better at the party, except he was drunk and you were drunker, and you had made the grave mistake of asking him what classes he was taking. two mike's hard lemonades and a battery acid vodka shot later, his dumb ass was still talking about emily dickinson, and you, somehow, were standing there in those mile-high heels, listening as if he was the most interesting guy at the party.

i think she's totally into you, mingyu had said, in that loud, spitty cadence he has when he's 90% beer.

don't be ridiculous.

but then you had asked wonwoo to walk you to your dorm, and you took the long way, winding right through campus.

he doesn't dream often, but he thinks the one he had that night was red and smelled like your lip gloss.

now, he thanks god for the miracle that is you in an oversized hoodie and shorts in his room past sundown.

granted, you're there to work on the last lab report of the term, and he had seen you just two nights ago at the kappa party, but wonwoo thinks he likes this version of you best. (that night, you had tried to break in your new heels. he ended up holding onto them, and you ended up holding onto him on the drunken stumble home. whether it was for support or for something else, wonwoo doesn't know, but he wishes he wore something different than the ratty polo from the back of his closet.)

"thanks for all your help," you say, closing your lab notebook. "i don't know how you're so good at all of this."

"i'm not," he laughs. he hands you your pencil case with the sailor moon charm, the one you were so proud to show him when he mentioned he watched anime. "it was all you."

you wave him off and bend down to put your things in your bag.

wonwoo tries his best to avert his eyes. he really does.

it's a valiant effort. there's a book out of order on his shelf (anna karenina, tolstoy). he really should have put that gundam figure away before you came over.

and your ass is perfect, but that doesn't really surprise him because he doesn't think there is a single thing wrong with you.

"you know," you start, still rifling around in your bag. "i heard something real interesting from mingyu the other day."

"hm?"

wonwoo changes the backlight color of his keyboard. it does not make him calmer. instead he feels all the peely leather on his gaming chair poke through his sweats and he tries not to think about the little birthmark you have on the back of your thigh.

"he told me that..." you stand straight and turn to face him. there's a fresh coat of gloss on your lips, like a magic trick. "you have a crush on me."

wonwoo doesn't know what to say. he likes to think before he speaks but now you're walking towards him and thinking isn't really an option anymore.

"right?"

"um."

not good. he didn't think he was that obvious but he's no liar.

"fine, i'll start." you're standing right in front of him now, and he thinks the gulp he takes is audible. "i like you."

he watches your lips form around the words, glittery and confident, and if he wasn't doomed before, he certainly is now.

his near perfect gpa is doing jack shit to help him understand why someone like you, gorgeous and funny and smart and popular, would ever take a second look at the gangly boy in the glasses.

but you are—in fact, you're staring with an intensity that makes him afraid you can actually see right through all the clothes he's got on.

"i—" come on, wonwoo thinks. they're the words he wanted to tell you outside your dorm building three weeks ago when you said you didn't know anyone quite like him. "i like you too. a lot."

"good."

the first thing he learns is that you're forward, and he likes that.

the second thing he learns is that your lip gloss tastes like cherry.

your mouth is hot and soft on his. he thinks he died and went to heaven, and then you're kissing him again, catching his bottom lip between your teeth so he whines into your mouth.

the last time he tried kissing was during senior prom. his date stood on her tiptoes and he accidentally bumped his nose into hers and missed her mouth and the whole thing was a disaster.

and yet now, wonwoo feels like he's melted right into your hands. you lead and his body just knows how to follow.

"you're shy, huh?" you murmur, pulling back to look at him. "that's so cute."

he doesn't quite know what he looks like but his glasses are slipping down his nose and he feels the menthol sting of your lips all over his. there has never been this much blood in his cheeks but that doesn't quite make sense to him because he feels all of it going straight to his dick.

"you're perfect," is what the primordial ooze in wonwoo's brain manages to put together.

you kiss him again, and when he remembers to relax his lips enough, you're slipping your tongue in and letting him suck, and you moan.

wonwoo swears he could have blown his load right there and then—when it came to you, it really didn't take much, and now he's wondering what your skin tastes like, craving the cherry of your cunt.

your hand on his chest, sharp nails and glittery rings, trails down nice and slow. it feels like he's on fire. it's a wonderful distraction from the sensation of your teeth on the pretty, taut skin over his collarbone, but then you're biting and licking and he feels his balls get so tight and heavy in his pants he might just cry.

and then your hand comes to rest on his lap, right over his hardness, and wonwoo's about to protest—no, no, sorry, i don't mean to have a boner! i've never been kissed like that before in my life!—until you drop to your knees, right in between his parted thighs.

"has anyone ever touched you like this?" you say, voice low, dizzying. "anyone ever made you feel good?"

he shakes his head no, a new, sudden wave of desire climbing his bones.

mussed hair and swollen lips, you look more beautiful than anyone wonwoo's ever seen in his entire life. he doesn't know what he did in a past life to earn this but he must have saved the world.

"p-please," he says, but it's somewhere between a moan and a gasp because you're palming him through his sweats, the sensation foreign, thrilling.

"patience," you tease, and he would be morbidly embarrassed at the spot of precum on his pants if you weren't already thumbing at it yourself.

once you take his cock out of his sweats, he knows he's losing whatever battle he was fighting. he sees how your hand looks so little around it, and it's his nth struggle to make sure he doesn't just cum in your face. maybe another day, if he's so lucky.

"i-i might cum really fast," he confesses, because he doesn't know how to really say he's never gotten a blowjob before.

"good," you answer. unlike him, somehow you always know exactly what to say.

the third thing wonwoo learns that day is that he's fully, wholly, entirely obsessed with your mouth. with your slick bottom lip, with your tongue, and now with the way he sees your gloss-smeared mouth wrap taut around his cockhead.

wonwoo can never return to watching porn again. there is simply no one quite like you.

"f-fuck," he pants, the feeling overtaking him all at once. "feels so good, mouth's so good—"

one look at your eyes, big and watery and good for him, and he feels his cock twitch in your mouth. and then you start moving; you take him all the way to the base and then some. he feels your tiny little throat close around him, and the groan he lets out is nothing short of pornographic. he never thought he was that big, but seeing your eyes well up and your mascara get all dewy as you gag around him is doing something crazy to his brain.

it doesn't take long for you to fall into an easy rhythm. you're figuring him out so fast, and that would scare him if it didn't feel so good. your tongue's on his veins, the underside of his cockhead, and he's already gripping the armrests of his chair with white knuckles.

you sink down again and swallow around his length, let your throat do all the work, and wonwoo throws his head back, chest heaving. his eyes flutter shut, and the fluorescent ceiling light phases in and out of vision as you give him what could possibly be the best head you've ever given someone in your whole life.

"gonna cum s-soon," wonwoo manages. "you're so fucking hot."

it's either a moan or a whimper that comes out of you when he says that, and he thanks his lucky stars he has the wherewithal to put that information in his back pocket. he doesn't know when or how but his plan is to return the favor to you in full. and if that involves a copious amount of praise, he's all the better prepared because he has no shortage of nice things to say about you.

you take him once, twice to the base and wonwoo feels all the heat in his balls and his belly and then he's cumming, more and harder than he ever thought possible. he almost thinks it's like a piece of his soul was taken from him.

"d-don't have to swallow," he says, but you do, every last fucking drop until it's dribbling from your perfect mouth, and wonwoo is now fully convinced you are a real life goddess.

i'm an addict in the making, he thinks, but then you smile at him with those eyes, and he doesn't think that's such a bad thing.

he searches for the right words to say, something cool, experienced. it's a constant effort to be that guy for you because he's still not really sure why any of this happened.

"stop thinking so hard," you say, coughing once, then wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "i can see your wheels turning."

how you can read him so easily is beyond him. he wonders if you knew he was in love with you the second he laid eyes on you at the delta tau party.

where are my manners, wonwoo then remembers, and the post-nut clarity possesses him to brush the hair out of your eyes and help you up from your position on the ground.

"i like you. i don't care how experienced you are."

he hears you, and he believes you. instead of arguing, he cups your tear-streaked face in his hands and uses his thumbs to wipe your cheeks.

"plus, i think i'm a pretty good teacher."

you smile, and wonwoo has the confidence to kiss you back, for real this time.

[clutterfield]

GHOST BUSTERS

FratBoys! BTS x Comatose! Reader

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Synopsis

You get into a freak accident and wake up to your body surrounded by seven crying men. Or your unrequited love doesn’t seem so unrequited after all.

Chapter warnings

Minor cussing, Implied self deprecration but very slight

Chapter Rating: T (For Teen Audiences and Up)

Chapter 4: The Fairy Godmother

FLASHBACK

Twiddling your thumbs inconspicuously wasn't such a good idea after all as your employer's sharp gaze pierces you right in your jaded soul.

You didn't mean to sound so cynical and judging from his tells, Eugene wasn't too happy with you, or at least with how you viewed yourself.

His manicured nails beckon you forward and you gulp, eyes darting to the pile in front of you-- Eugene Lee Yang, tarot master and occultist, absolutely hated it when his readings were disrupted but once you came in through his door looking for all the whole disgusting world like a damned drenched train wreck, eyes bugging out with tears leaking to your puffy cheeks, he pauses, red lips pinched looking for an explanation which you give.

You fidget in your seat by his raglan couch, the sign by the door right below the Yin Yang Quatro's flashy neon label saying 'Closed for business', as you silently try to assess a quick look at the spread laid out on the table.

One death card and two other major arcana.

Whoever the client was, the universe was basically telling him or her to fuck off from the situation and just let things be.

Yikes.

"Baby girl, look at me. " He gripes and you flinch, staring at his kohl rimmed eyes.

Your boss was a very hot man, and if he wasn't gay you would have considered your options but he was happily married to a wonderful husband and you were stupidly in love with the seven banes of your existence.

Hence the tears.

"So you're telling me, that those stupid boys left you to fend for yourself while you were sick in bed?" He hums when you nod your assent meekly, sharp jaw twitching with annoyance as his fingers tap lightly over his silk jacket. "Were they aware?"

You shake your head, "I mean I did send them a text but I was left on read. Maybe they were just busy or something. "

Eugene snaps his narrowed gaze to you and you gulp. "Huh. Busy. So you were seriously completely alone?"

Another shake of the head. "Some friends took care of me back at my own apartment so..." You trail off unsure if throwing Taemin into the mix with his consent was okay.

Eugene may be fairly strict with the shop rules but when it came to his employees, you in particular, he was an overprotective mama bear and anyone--rather, any man's name mentioned by you was automatically on his watch list.

Your boss pretends to ignore the friend part for a moment, "I see. And you don't think you deserve any of their attention when you've been nothing but a good friend and room mate to them?"

"That's not--"

Eugene holds a hand up to shush you. "Not yet done speaking, doll." He sighs. "YN, you know I despise little girls without any backbone. What, you don't think you're beautiful enough to be appreciated by a bunch of fuckboys? Bitch, you don't need them. You don't need their attitude. You're a queen. Act like it. " He sniffs daintily.

You give him a watery giggle and he smirks.

"Besides, if they so much as leave you high and dry one of these days, I will go to your house and castrate them inch by fucking inch."

Nothing could compare to an angry Yang boss.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Who the fuck are you?" The Beta Tau Sigma member frowns, arms tightening around you as his brothers close in forming a protective ring around the both of you and your physical body peacefully settled on the hospital bed.

The visitor merely raises a perfect, delicate brow, canine teeth bared for a moment only to recede when his irises pierce yours, and as if a magnetic pull traps you, you subconsciously fly--float to the stranger. " Eugene!" You bleat happily, arms looping around the man's lean shoulders.

Today he was wearing a baby blue silk coat and long skirt, looking for all the world like a top runway model. His red lips land on your hairline. "Hello, doll." He coos and everyone, the Min included, stands stock still as the dress you had been wearing shimmers in the light like an ethereal pixie.

"Holy shit. Was that YN?!" Jeongguk, the wide eyed buck that he was furiously looks to the space where you presumably stood and back to your body with mild hysterics until one of his hyung's, Seokjin was it, lightly knocks him upside the head.

"But hyung she just--"

Seokjin frowns. "Yes we all saw. It's just...difficult to wrap our heads around the thought that two YNs are here. "

Jimin, having had dried his tears long ago speaks up with a much clearer voice directed at Eugene. "I'm sorry, but we've known YN since we were kids and I'm afraid we haven't seen you around before...sir?" He hesitates contemplating whether he was using the correct gender noun.

A sharp laugh echoes within the cramped space of the hospital room, and the boys shift awkwardly, some seeming anxious at the tone the other man had taken.

You let go of your boss and reluctantly float back to the others, Yoongi snatching you up to his side, pushing you behind him with a grim stare at the newcomer.

You remember that Eugene isn't dangerous to you.

But Eugene Lee Yang was dangerous to those he disliked.

And it appears your boys weren't faring well in that department.

So with a grimace, you stick closer to Yoongi, ready to tug him just in case your boss decides to chuck his expensive shoes against someone's head in his wrathful wake.

Of course he would be mad.

You couldn't count the number of times he'd witnessed you cry over these men you were now trying to cover for.

With all the lip chewing you were immersed in, someone addresses the huge elephant rearing its trunk over all of you.

"That question aside, what is happening here--uh, sir?" Hoseok is quick to beat his brothers to the punch, although quite warily.

He wasn't going to be disrespectful to possibly the only person who could give a fucking explanation to everything. He had a gut feeling that whoever this man was, was someone who could help YN and he wasn't taking any chances just so YN can recover fast.

He didn't think he could live another week without being blessed with your lovely smile.

He actually fucking missed you already even if you were right here in spirit.

Eugene quirks a brow but his lips curl up in a genuine smile directed at the resident sunshine, and although he knew that all of them contributed to a majority of YN's sadness, this Hoseok was the least guilty from what he's heard so far.

"Jung Hoseok I presume?" Eugene asks and the boy stammers out an affirmative response. "Charmed. Yes, well. Before I answer any of your questions, YN if you would?" He gestures to you and you reach for him despite Yoongi's quiet protest.

He didn't like you leaving him for some other man no matter who they are.

Two things happen simultaneously as soon as you touch the Yang boss's hands.

You feel a heavy weight settle over you, as if you were being pulled down by gravity.

And then your bare foot touches the hard, cold, bleached tiles one after the other and you shiver with a soft squeak.

"HOLY SHIT YN?!"

A chorus of quaky gasps fill the air and then you are swept up into the nearest person's arms, this time Taehyung's.

You turn your smooshed cheeks from your holder and shoot a glance at the Yang boss with pure joy. "H-how?"

Eugene smiles at you gently. But then he sighs, the shadows appearing on his face aging him for a bit, a tick in his jaw forms and he rolls his eyes. "Doll, you know I'm magical. But that's beside the point. " He sharply claps his hands garnering command at everyone's undivided scrutiny.

Eugene was like that. Commanding with his presence at every turn.

"Gentlemen, if you could, I would love to be invited to your home as we have much to talk about as regards YN's current...state. "

Namjoon, ever the leader steps forward almost in an unconscious manner as if to assert his dominance, "As long as it will help YN, we are willing to do anything. "

Unexpectedly, the Yang boss doesn't laugh, doesn't mock them, only considers them for a moment and then looks at you. "I can see what you meant, darling." You flush for some reason and they all turn to look at you but your boss clears his throat, and straightens. "We don't have the luxury to waste any more time. For YN's sake, I suggest we go now. Because as of this moment, I am your fairy godmother and she's Cinderella. Once the clock strikes midnight, it's poof. If you catch my drift."

Faces pale at the insinuation.

Well shit.

Next chapter

[mingi-bubu]

21. “I never said that.”

For Fictober22~ ateez beachverse/uni au, san x reader, brief mention of drinking, ~1.2k

“I just-!”  You huff out a breath, frustrated at your inability to articulate your feelings.  You run your fingers through your hair, tugging at the roots.

“Hey, hey,” Tzuyu reaches for your hands across the table, gently pulling them out of your hair.  Her voice is soft, a stark contrast to your own jagged anger.  Yongha and Yohan have identical looks of worry on their faces as they walk over to the two of you, drinks for the four of you in their hands.

You can’t blame them; you were sure that, with the way you wear your heart on your sleeve, your emotions were painted in every movement you make now.

“Maybe it’s not all bad?”  Yongha hesitantly suggests, setting your drink in front of you.  He pulls out the chair next to you and sits down.

“Yeah,” Yohan agrees, sitting next to Tzuyu and sliding her drink over, the condensation from the cup leaving a small trail of water behind.  “Maybe you, I dunno YN, maybe you misheard or something?”  He unwraps his straw and pops it into his bubble tea.

You bite down on the inner corner of your lips and lean back in your chair.  Tzuyu nods in agreement, her eyes wide.

“I mean… I mean, I guess I maybe might have misheard something,” your voice trails off, uncertainty making your statement sound like a question.

“Well, what was it that you heard?”  Yongha turns in his chair to face you more, Yohan following his lead.  “Was it from San directly?”

“Uhh,” you look away from your friends and at your drink, the little café logo printed on the side of the cup suddenly becomes the most interesting thing in the world to you.  “Yes and no?”

Silence.

After none of your friends make a move to say anything more, you continue.  “Like, okay, so he didn’t tell me face-to-face, but he was across the hall talking with some of his friends, or his classmates I guess.  They were waiting outside a classroom, and none of the people that I saw were anyone that he normally hangs out with.”  You straighten up and take a sip of your drink.  “And they were talking about some party that Nu Kappa Tau held over the weekend and from what I understood, somehow a drunken game of seven minutes started and he, like, got placed with… what was it that he said again?”

Your eyebrows scrunch in concentration as you stare at the lid of your drink, trying to remember San’s words exactly.  The wind chimes tied to the handle of the café door jingle merrily as it opens, overlapping voices following.  You barely hear them, though, as you search your brain for any memories of that morning.  “San said something like, “I’m thankful I was picked because the person I like is here” I think.  So that’s that, then.  It’s settled.”  Your voice holds a tone of finality as you slouch back into the chair.  You turn the cup in your hands, the sound of the bottom twirling haltingly across the wood surface of the table helped to soothe you the slightest bit.

You assume that your friends were silent still as they processed the information when San appears at the end of your table.

“Speak of the devil,” Yongha mutters, hiding his laugh successfully.

Yohan was much worse at hiding his snickering, but you didn’t pay either of them any mind as your eyes slowly travel up San’s body to his face, your head tilts back slightly to meet his eye as horror and embarrassment descend into your bones.

To your confusion, he looks just as embarrassed as you, and a little nervous, too.  His eyes darted around, blinking rapidly, as he opened his mouth and closed it again several times in failed succession to say anything.  The flush across his cheeks started to match the washed-out pink of his hair.

Tzuyu decides to take control of the interaction and says, as if nothing is out of the ordinary and this was a completely normal time for the five of you, “Hi San, how are you?”

“Seonghwa sent me over here.”  San blurts out, ripping through the very thin veil of illusion, that you guys were getting an A-plus in social interaction, something that is completely normal to want and possible to achieve.  He points across his body at the older boy who was standing with his datemate in line, both of them wearing matching purple sweaters.

“O-kay,” Tzuyu says, clearly wishing that this part of the interaction was over, so she didn’t have to play mouthpiece for the group.

“He, um,” San pauses and licks his lips nervously, “He, um, said that you heard what I said this morning in the hall?”

“Oh,” Yongha starts, a mischievous smirk settling on his face, “you mean when you said that you went to the Nu Kappa Tau party, got drunk, and hooked up with the person of your dreams in Doyoung’s room?”  Clearly, he had picked up the thread on what was happening, or rather, going to happen.

“He didn’t say anything about Doyoung,” Yohan says, missing the point of what Yongha was trying to do: rile San and you up.

“I didn’t-” he cuts himself off, shaking his head, “Never mind.  Anyway, what I came over here for was to say that I never said that.”

You feel more horrified embarrassment making its way from your bones and into your very blood cells and wonder if human combustion was not only possible, but about to occur here in this little café on campus right now.

San looks at you expectantly, and it takes Yongha elbowing you not-so-gently in the side to get you to say, “You didn’t?”  Your voice comes out strangled and a little breathy.

San seems to take your response as a good thing and says more confidently, “No, I didn’t.  I said “I’m thankful I wasn’t picked because the person I like isn’t here.””

“O-oh?”  You begin to feel a slight shred of hope burn through the negative emotions.  “They weren’t?”

He meets your eyes again, his small smile that makes his eyes crinkle just the slightest and makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy appearing.  “No, you weren’t.”  His hand reaches towards yours, still holding the drink you completely forgot about, and his fingertips graze the delicate skin on the back of your hand.  Shivers run through your body at the touch.

The embarrassment and horror disappear as giddy excitement takes their place.  You can feel your cheeks and the tips of your ears getting warmer.

San moves his hand so his fingers rest on the side of your wrist, much more intent with his touch this time.  “Would you like to join me for lunch tomorrow?  We both get out of class around the same time.”

You try, and fail, to fight the smile making its way on your face.  “I would like nothing more, San.”

The smile you get from him in reply makes all thoughts about being embarrassed disappear.

[1kook]

would you be into roleplay?? like oc x member or smt pls i feel like youd be a good roleplayer

I like the idea of it but it has to be an area I am knowledgeable in like if u asked me to write scientist yn x alpha sigma tau frat brother namjoon I’d literally be like 🤡🤡🤡

[roccooraccoon]

TAU needs a cartoon where he gets to explore the world ask questions and go on silly little adventures AGHHH UFDUDTSDYVKNLHDYDUJP

Im normal i promise

[clutterfield]

GHOST BUSTERS

FratBoys! BTS x Comatose! Reader

Main mlist. Previous chapter.

Synopsis

You get into a freak accident and wake up to your body surrounded by seven crying men. Or your unrequited love doesn’t seem so unrequited after all.

Chapter warnings

Implied Sex, Implied unrequited feelings, Minor cussing, Implied accident

Chapter Rating: T (For Teen Audiences and Up)

Chapter 3: The Boys from the Tree House

FLASHBACKS

The Always HARD-y Boys 😏

Namjoon

Hyungs, did you see where YN ran off to?

Yoongi

Not really, no. Why?

Jin

Of course you wouldn't. You're busy tapping some girl again, aren't you?

Yoongi

Try walking in on YN naked before you judge me. My dick isn't going to beat its own meat ya know

Namjoon

Okay, first off. Ew, hyung. Second, we've got an exam coming up unlike some people. 🙄

Jin

Yah, weren't you just shoving your own dick down someone else's throat a few weeks ago, Joon-ah?

Namjoon

This and that are two completely opposite matters. Also, ever seen YN touching herself in the tub before?

Yoongi

WHAT

Jin

Did you at least take a fucking picture?

Namjoon

Yah, hyung. Inside my brain. 😏

Yoongi

🖕🖕🖕

Jin

Yah.

Hobi

Ayyy, what did I miss?

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Noona's McD's McNaes 🍦

McTaeTae

Noonaaaaa

YNoona

What kid

Chim's Burger

What she said

Gukie Spaghetti

Yeah

McTaeTae

I feel attacked.

Anyway, since you're all here, I need you to come meet me at the rec hall chop chop!

YNoona

Uh-oh, I smell photographer Vante

Chim's Burger

You're not going to make us do another weird cosplay shit again, are you?

Gukie Spaghetti

I'm out losers

McTaeTae

🥲🥲🥲

Why are you people so mean to me?

And no. We're doing normal stuff today.

I need it to boost my final GPA.

YNoona

...If you say so, then I guess I could come over right now.

Chim's Burger

...Fine.

Gukie Spaghetti

I swear to God if you're lying, hyung

🔮

Beta Tau Sigma

Taehyung

Image sent

YNie's breasts in this corset are just fantastic, aren't they? Feel so blessed 😇😌

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Neighbors from across the hall

Taeminie

Hey, YN! Uh, I have some friends over and they don't fit in my apartment.

Just...is it possible for some of them to stay in yours?

I promise they're really neat and organized and are not robbers so...

YNie

Oh yah! Sure no probz. Key is still under the rug.

Taeminie

Oh yay! Thanks a bunch. I'll just wire you back for whatever they use and stuff.

Also have the bill receipts out for you by mail.

Image sent

I mean they've piled up pretty much.

YNie

Woah, shit I completely forgot lmao

You know, with finals and all.

Anywho...

No! Don't do that! My uh, family tends to go through my mail before I even get them and they have no idea I even own an apartment let alone somewhere not so nice... no offense to us.

I mean that's all I can afford so...

Yeah.

I'll just come over to pick them up tomorrow so can you keep them for now?

Taeminie

Oh! Oh, right! Right of course.

And not offended.

Our place is a fucking pig sty.

Not to worry, I'll definitely keep our dirty little secret a secret 🤭

YNie

Thanks, Taeminie! You're the bestest neighbor a girl could hope for.

I'll def bring you some of your favorite cereals as thanks for putting up with my drunken ass last week.

Taeminie

Yeah about that. Whoever those men are, they don't deserve your love, babe.

Haven't met them yet but I know they're grade A assholes even if they're your best friends.

I mean who the fuck ditches movie night with a beautiful girl like you for a horny one night stand?

Definitely won't be me. 😤

YNie

🥹🥹🥹

Aw thanks, Tae. That's so sweet.

At least they're not having sex inside the house.

That shit will hurt me even more.

Taeminie

...Are you maybe free tonight? Come down here earlier. Maybe we need to have another talk, love.

Self worth and all that jazz.

Because clearly you need to be reminded that you are a wonderful, gorgeous, human being.

YNie

Yes, please 🥹🥹🥹

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Beta Tau Sigma

Yoongi

Hey, did YN come home yet?

Hoseok

Same question

Jin

Why? Finally ditched your women for her have you? 😏

Namjoon

Strange. I had my last class after hers so she should be here before me.

Jeongguk

Her car isn't in the garage?

Jimin

Wdym?!

Taehyung

Hey funny story. I think I just saw another Bentley right by Highway 54 ten minutes ago. Looked like YN's car?

And here I thought we gave her the and I quote "only one of its kind" edition? 🧐

Yoongi

What.

And yes, hyungie. It's movie night tonight, why wouldn't we not stop thinking with our god damn cocks for once?

Say that again Taehyung-ah?

Namjoon

Did you at least get the license plate?

Taehyung

Yeah, it's YN-0613...13...Hey wait

Hoseok

Isn't that YN's license plate????

Read by Jimin and 5 others

...where'd all of you go--guys?!!!

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Yoongi curses as he scours the University's CCTV (he had befriended the guards with the amount of hours he spends inside the music studio and now he was privy to every recorded footage, yes even that one drunken mistake where Namjoon railed a chick in the library after hours), sharp eyesight staring at every car passing through the blurry screen.

His hair is so disheveled, lips bitten so roughly one would think he spent his time eating pussy when all he could think of was fucking finding you.

It was goddamned three in the fucking morning and you have yet to respond to all of their texts and miscalls.

Were you even alive godammit?!

You're usually not one to leave them hanging for anything so this behavior was a little bit worrying.

So help him if you were fornicating with some guy who wasn't pre-approved by him and the others---

He grits his teeth, blood boiling just at the thought of you fucking someone else for reasons he didn't want to dwell on.

Yet.

The rest of his brothers are nervously watching every little movement trying to just see if they could spot anything that would give an indication as to where you went exactly.

Only to be sorely disappointed when they spend a fruitless search leading them back home to wait for you.

But you don't show up until the very next day, grumpy and seated on a lonely bench inside the cafeteria while women instantly flock towards them before they could even get to you at that point.

And then you up and leave just as the youngest three manage to break the crowd that had formed and run after you...

Only, it was too late as they don't find you anywhere.

Next thing they know, your accident spreads around the school like wildfire, damaging the only peace that Bangtan Sonyeondan has protected at all costs.

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