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Not All Bad || myg

Summary: You were working at a hybrid shelter and in a desperate need for money, you take the position to take care of the rare panther hybrid. Turns out it would be a lot harder than you thought.

Pairing: Panther Hybrid!Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 2.6k

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-TJ/ TacoAdmin 🌮

AN: Thank you so much for the request! I hope it was okay

Working for a hybrid shelter was rewarding in the sense of it brought you joy to help out the hybrids find a new home, but it wasn’t the best for your bills. 

You were struggling a lot so when you saw that there was an opening with a higher pay at the shelter, you applied immediately. You weren’t sure why the other guy left, but at that moment you didn’t care.

Only thing on your mind was paying your bills that were due in a week.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Y/n?”

You look up from your lunch to see Namjoon, your best work friend, standing beside your table. 

“Yeah,” You munch on your sandwich, starting to speak with food in your mouth to which Namjoon scrunches his nose at you, “This job will get me more pay, which I need, and I’m still helping hybrids, which I want to do. It’s a win win.”

“Do you even know what you will be doing?”

“No.”

Namjoon shakes his head at you, pulling the seat out to sit down. “You’re going to be looking after IT.”

You hated the term that the shelter used for the rare panther hybrid that was being kept here, but you also knew it was because it didn’t have a name. Or if he did he refused to tell anyone.

“Namjoon you know I don’t like that.”

“I know I know, but I’m worried. The last guy quit because IT- Er the panther hybrid was a handful. He was bad news Y/n.”

Gathering up all of your things, you stand and boop Namjoon on the nose, smiling when it scrunches up. “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” Then you turn and walk away.

“Just don’t get hurt okay!” He calls after you.

The area housing the rare black panther hybrid was broken down and honestly if he wanted he could have escaped. It was amazing that he had been here for almost ten years and still didn’t try.

It was also dark down there, like no one ever turned on the lights. It was a little depressing.

Pushing open the door to the room, you instantly reached for the light switch only to have your wrist suddenly pinned to the wall, effectively holding you in place. A warm sensation became present beside you as your registered someone was there, feeling the faint tap of a tail hitting your leg.

IT was there.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, human?” He growled. “Who are you?”

You swallowed thickly, genuinely terrified for the first time in a long while, scared of what he was planning on doing if you didn’t answer him.

“I I’m…”

The words seemed to be caught in your throat. A mouse caught by a cat.

His yellow eyes pierce into your soul, rendering you immobile. Here you thought this was going to be an easy job, but the last guy did quit for a reason.

“Well?”

“I I’m the new handler.”

“Handler? I didn’t think they would find someone to replace the last guy.” IT groans and finally releases you. “Damn it and I was hoping to have some alone time.”

You didn’t say anything as IT wondered from beside you to the corner, but you did slowly inch your way to the light switch, finally finding the courage to turn it on and for the first time not only did you see the conditions of this room, but IT as well.

First the condition of the room.

The walls were tall and pale, but there were scratch marks everywhere. The lights were flickering, which was probably why they weren’t on because they looked like they could just blow at any point so what was the point? But the thing that got you the most was that there was no furniture in the room.

No food or water station, nothing to play with (if IT even did play, but you never heard of him doing so), but most of all no place to sleep. Just a hard concrete floor.

No wonder IT was so hostile. He wasn’t given even the basic hybrid, let alone respect.

No one seemed to care about him and that alone broke your heart.

Second was him.

He looked thin and pale, contrasting greatly with his ink black hair and ears. The uniform he wore, just a simple dark gray shirt and pants that all hybrids wore in the shelter, was too small for him. It looked like a child hybrid’s outfit and it was even a little ripped around his arms and legs, presumably from him moving his arms around.

“What the fuck are you looking at? Huh?”

Your eyes snap up to his, yellow eyes once again staring into your soul, he seemed to do that a lot. Just seemed to look into everyone.

“T the room.” You manage. “It’s a little bare isn’t it? There is no food or anything, not even a bed.”

IT just shrugs, stretching out his arms and laying down on the ground.

“I like it like that.”

Why was he even talking to you? He never talked to any of the other handlers, so why did he feel instantly comforted by you? The moment he saw you he felt like that and he couldn’t stand it.

Never again would he let his guard down in front of a human.

“Oh.” Was all you could say. You felt like there was nothing else to say especially because you watched him turn over away from you, indicating he was done talking.

So just before you left IT to himself, you took his food and water that the cafeteria provided you out of your bag, along with a couple sweet treats that you snuck in, and put them all in the center of the room. You didn’t know if IT even liked sweets, but you just felt the need to bring them.

With one final look back at him, you left.

A month has passed since you started taking care of IT. Still having to call him by that because he refuses to tell you anything about him.

Every day was the same. You show up three times a day to give him breakfast, lunch, and dinner, each time leaving him a bit of candy with his dinner, and comes back one last time to gather up the dinner trash.

You were always happily surprised to see that he always ate the candy. Slowly you feel like you were getting him to warm up to you even if he never talked.

“Hey.” Opening the door you search the darkness for his yellow eyes, “I’m here to gather your trash.”

Once again you were met with silence, but after a month of this you were used to it. Basically you were just talking to yourself and hoped he listened.

“I asked them to include more meat in your food, which I’m glad they actually did this time around. It took me weeks of arguing with the lunch lady. I was actually this close to just bringing meat myself to give to you.”

You start gathering up the bowls and candy wrappings, completely unaware of the figure in the shadows moving towards you.

“What they have been feeding you for the past ten years is so not enough for a panther hybrid. They didn’t give you anything to help with your carnivorous needs, let alone for you to develop any muscle mass, which explains why you are so thin and frail.”

“Why do you care so much?”

You jump at the sound of his deep voice, instantly reaching for the lights to switch them on and was surprised to see him so close.

“W wha-”

“Why do you care? By now anyone else would have left by now, but here you are. Not only are you still here, but you continue to come at a scheduled time and fight for me to get better things, better than I ever deserve. What gives?”

Was he really asking you why you were treating him with decent kindness? Just how deprived had he been?

“I… I don’t think you are that bad. As much as you like to play the big bad cat, you just want someone to be your friend.”

IT hissed at you, roughly releasing you and backing back into his corner, glaring his yellow eyes at you.

Sighing you pick up all the wrappers you dropped when he scared you, preparing to leave.

“Yoongi.”

You stop and turn around, eyes wide. “W what did you say?”

“Yoongi.” He repeated. “It’s my name.”

Smiling, you reach from the lights again, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Yoongi.”

Little moments like that went on for the remainder of the year. Little by little Yoongi would open up to you more. Not in the sense that he would talk about his past, but he wouldn’t ignore you when you talked and would actually remember things you told him before.

He grew in muscle size and you had gotten him bigger clothes. Yoongi no longer looked like the scraggly hybrid you saw back in March.

Humming happily, you entered the employees only section of the building, getting ready to clock in for another day of talking to Yoongi. It became the best part of your day.

“Good morning Namjoon.” You greet your friend as you open up your locker, smiling at the photo of you and Yoongi hanging up. It took several weeks of whining for him to agree and it was your favorite picture, you even had it as your phone wallpaper.

You put your bag in your locker, but not before pulling out a new candy you wanted Yoongi to try. He said he was a fan of strawberry and the store where you get his candy stocked a brand new strawberry flavor. Of course you had to get it for him

“Y/n?”

.”Hmmm? What’s up Nam-”

You freeze as you see that Namjoon was looking at you with sad puppy dog eyes, something he only did when he had bad news.

“Namjoon what’s wrong? Is it bad bad? Because I really wanted to show Yoongi these candies I got him.” You lift up the bag. “See? They’re strawberry and he likes that flavor.”

“It’s actually about IT - er I mean Yoongi.”

“What about him?”

Namjoon looked away from you, scratching the back of his neck.

“Namjoon? You’re scaring me.”

“Well he’s okay I can tell you that, but he has been adopted so he is no longer here.”

“Yoongi was adopted?” Namjoon nods. “That’s… Amazing! Good for him! Do we know who? Is he nice? When did it happen?”

“Yesterday after you left work, a really rich guy came to adopt and when he was looking around he saw the sign for the rare panther sign and wanted to see him. Honestly I wanted to stop him, but this guy was so charming that I took him back. You should have seen him with Yoongi.”

“Was he nice?”

Namjoon’s eyes brighten and he nods. “He’s so nice! Like extremely nice and you could tell that Yoongi didn’t want to laugh at his jokes. In the end the nice rich guy adopted Yoongi and took him home.”

You wanted to feel happy for Yoongi and you were, but you were sad that he was gone and that you didn’t get to say goodbye.

“That’s good! Good for Yoongi. I’m happy.”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Huh?” You blink, turning around to put the bag of candy back into your locker, “Yeah of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be? See?”

You point to your mouth, a big bright smile on your lips, but your eyes were spilling tears you weren’t aware of.

“I’m… Happy.” Your voice breaks as Namjoon wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and patting your back.

You cried in his arms for a long while. You were missing your friend and now he was gone.

“Good morning.”

Namjoon put your coffee on the table, smiling at you. Ever since Yoongi left a month ago Namjoon has been trying everything to cheer you up, Coffee, cakes, lunches, everything he can think of. Really he was the best friend that you could have wished for, but you missed Yoongi.

You haven’t heard anything from him and it’s not like you expected to, but it would have been nice. You wonder if he likes his new house. If maybe he found someone to replace you. He was always there for you, listening and giving you such good advice and you thought he would always be there, but that was a stupid fantasy. Of course he would be adopted. Who wouldn’t want an amazing hybrid like Yoongi?

You did.

You wanted him back in your life, but it seemed like you were nothing but a passing handler to him. Which wasn’t all bad because you were there to get him ready to be adopted and you did your job.

You also just didn’t expect to fall for him over the year. Everything about him you love and miss. From his fluffy hair and tail that was only fluffy once you convinced him to finally take a bath to the way he would hug you when you left. His warmth always comforted you, but now it was gone.

“Good morning.”

“Did you see the limo out front today?” Namjoon asked, opening his locker.

You shake your head, “No. There is a limo? I wonder if another rich guy is here to adopt. That’s good.”

“Always thinking about the hybrids through and through. You really are a nice person, Y/n.”

You freeze at the sound of a familiar rough voice behind you, slowly turning to see Yoongi standing cross armed in the doorway. He was dressed in a black hoodie and ripped jeans, looking nothing like he did when he was here.

Gone was shelter Yoongi, this was a new, more happier Yoongi.

“W what? Yoongi?”

“Are you never not going to stutter around me?” He chuckles.

You bolt out of your seat and over to him, wrapping him in a hug, your face hurting from smiling so much. You hadn’t smiled like that in a month.

Yoongi wrapped his arms back around your tiny frame. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you more. How are you here?”

“Well the boy wouldn’t stop moping around since I got him home and when I asked why he said it was because of a beautiful woman that he loved. He left without telling her how he felt.”

“Hoseok.” Yoongi whined and you looked to see a bright looking man in an expensive suit. This must be the rich man that adopted Yoongi. “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

Hoseok laughs, his mouth turning into a heart shape smile. “But if I didn't, who would?”

Yoongi sighs, turning back to you with a slight smile. “He means well, but he is right. I didn’t get to tell you, but I am in love with you. The time we spent together meant more to me than you will ever know and I hated how I left.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It’s mine.” Hoseok pipped in.

“But I still should have said something.” Yoongi sighs, his grip on you tightening. “Hoseok said I could see you whenever I wanted if you would allow me.”

“Are you kidding?! Of course! I always always want to see you.”

Yoongi smiles big, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Then I will always always be around.”

[tjwritesfanfics]

This seems like fun. I’m having a bit of writer’s block so please send me 2 prompts with one member and we will see what happens. Hopefully this’ll help!

If I get any (which I hope I do 🤞🏻) I will probably start then in the morning seeing as it is midnight.

dialogue prompts that really butter my eggroll

”Wait, when did I take off my clothes?” 

“I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarden.” 

“Was there a scuffle?” 

“I’m not here, actually, this is a projection from… Mars… I moved there recently.” 

“This is going to sound controversial, but I think that went well.”

“You have no idea how to make a toast?!”

 “I haven’t showered in four days.” 

“Tell them how you screwed up.”

“Until the day you learn how to start a normal conversation, I will have to be there to fix the messes you make.” 

“You’re more zombie than human.” 

“I don’t know what the question was but without a doubt my answer is ‘I don’t know’.” 

“We settle this the old fashion way, like real men: dance off.” 

“Try not to gasp.”

“Well this just scrambles my eggs.”

“Look, I’m not the brightest tool in the… toolbox.”

“Am I doing it right?“

“I am the backbone of this household.”

”With all due respect, I’m going to ignore everything you just said.”

“You killed my box!”

“You have the audacity to wake me up but not actually die.”

“This is pretty funny, though.”

“That’s because of my complete and utter failure of being a well-mannered, functioning member of society.”

“No forts without me!”

“You got me detective… looks like I’m going to liars jail.”

“I have one speed: none.”

“You did this! You’re still doing it!”

“Don’t make it weird!”

[tjwritesfanfics]

I’ve been thinking about this for a while and I believe it is best for my mental health to take a step back from this blog.

Stressing about getting something out (even though y’all tell me to take my time) is really getting to me. I sit there for hours staring at my screen and my mind is just blank, which freaks me out more, which makes me write half assed, which makes me upset. It’s a vicious cycle.

I’m not sure how long I will be gone, but just know that I am sorry and I appreciate those who have supported me.

Hopefully after this I’ll come back with a better mind set and better stories for you guys.

So for now consider all of my works on a permanent hold.

Thank you all.

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Helping Hands || kth

Summary: Your father hired Taehyung to lend a helping hand around the farm every summer, but what he didn’t know was that Taehyung also lent his ‘helping hands’ to his daughter too.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Farmers Daughter!Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: Reader being thirsty for Tae (is that a warning? Cause tbh we all be hella thirsty for that man), sneaking around, oral (f receiving), fingering, Tae is REALLY good with his hands

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AN: Oh boy! Here we go! I like this Tae, if you guys would be interested in a part 2, I have a maybe idea in mind. For now enjoy Taehyung and his yummy hands (I swear I don’t have a hand kink 😳)

-TJ/Taco Admin 🌮

The country summer heat wasn’t anything to bat an eyelash at and your dad was getting too old to work the long grueling hours outside. Which is why he hired 15 year old Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung needed the money and your father needed the help.

You met Taehyung on his first day. He was a scrawny, bony kind of boy, but his face was cute and he was nice. His boxy smile was always so inviting. You would bring him out some lemonade and a sandwich around noon and just talk to him while he took his break.

You learned about his family, his dreams, and about his girlfriend back in the city. From how he talked about her, she was nice. An American exchange student named Tiffany; blonde, pretty, and apparently really knew her way around Taehyung’s dick.

At first you were grossed out by his stories, then they started becoming normal the more you saw him. He dated Tiffany for 2 years before she cheated on him. Poor guy was devastated and you wanted to comfort your friend, but you didn’t plan to comfort him by letting him take your virginity. It just happened all too fast.

You were both in the barn at night, watching the rain fall, and you listened to Taehyung pour his heart out to you. You would run your fingers through his dark brown hair as he lay with his head on your lap.

It was getting late and you knew you shouldn’t have snuck out to meet him there, but you couldn’t help it. You were his friend and he was heart broken, so of course you were going to be there.

One thing led to another and the next thing you knew Taehyung was thrusting into you, helping you through your third orgasm of the night.

That was the night you realized how in love with Taehyung you were. You knew your father would object to your relationship, so you never told him and dated Taehyung in secret.

It was hard during the school year, as he lived in the city, because you didn’t see him. Sure you had late night phone calls and Skype, but it didn’t mean you didn’t miss his touch. Miss his hands on your body.

“Is it summer yet?” You whine, putting your laptop at the end of your bed and laying down in front of it, taking pride at the way Taehyung not so subtly stairs at your chest.

Taehyung licks his lips,eyes never leaving your chest. “Whine more baby. Looks good on you.”

“Is it the only thing that looks good on me?”

Taehyung chuckles and shakes his head. He knew what you were up to, but you both had made a promise not to Skype sex or masturbate the last three weeks of summer, to make the first night of sex that more special.

“Y/n.” He warned. “Just three more days.”

“Of absolute torture!”

“You’ll live. Come on it’s late and we don’t want to get caught right?”

You hated it when he was right, but you knew he was.

“I miss you.”

Taehyung smiles. “I miss you more.”

It was actually four days until you saw Taehyung again. Both of you forgot it took a while to get from the city to the country, but here you were, standing beside your father, as Taehyung pulled up in his car.

You tried not to show how excited you were, but you were really bad at hiding it. Your father just thought you were happy to see your friend again.

Taehyung turned off his car, got out, and before he could even utter a word you were on him. Your arms wrap around his neck as you shoot yourself off the ground. You have to fight the urge to kiss his face silly.

“Tae! Welcome back!”

“Glad to be back.”

Taehyung,very reluctantly, let you go and went over to your father, shaking his hand. They exchange smiles and firm nods, men things, but in the end your father pulled Taehyung in for a hug, patting his back fondly.

“Taehyung,” Your father pats his back one more time before stepping back, “It’s really nice of you to come up each summer to lend a helping hand.”

“Always happy to help sir.”

Yes. Yes he was. You could hardly contain yourself thinking about Taehyung and his helping hands, but you had to. Your father was right there.

Your father told Taehyung where to put his stuff, not like he didn’t already know where it went, but you quickly interjected.

“Daddy, why doesn't Tae stay inside the house this summer? It’s supposed to be the hottest yet and honestly it’s not nice to make him sleep in the barn when we have a perfect guest room.”

“It builds character.”

“Yes, but-”

“It’s okay Y/n.” Taehyung interrupted you, laying a hand on your shoulder, his touch electrifying you. “I can respect your dad’s wishes.”

There was a long pause before your father sighed, shaking his head. “No she’s right.”

You smile knowing that your father would give in eventually.

“Come on. Let’s get your luggage in the house. Then we can get started.”

Taehyung slings his bag over his shoulder and follows your father inside, but not before giving you a knowing nod and a wink.

It was around noon when you went out and saw Taehyung again. You knew your father would be taking his noon nap and Taehyung would be out in the field. With a cup of lemonade and a sandwich in hand, you venture out to find your man.

“Hey smelly.”

Taehyung chuckles, standing to his full height and it was then that you noticed that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Sweat glistened off his tan skin, drops of it inched down his neck and chest. You were drooling at the sight of him and didn’t even care.

Knowing full well what he does to you, Taehyung made his way over to you, smirk and all, and took the glass of lemonade from your hand. “For me? You shouldn’t have.”

Hip lips touched the glass, eagerly drinking the cool liquid, some of it dripping from his lips. You wanted to lick the trail it left.

“I uh…” Your eyes trail up and down his body. It didn’t matter how many times you saw it, Taehyung’s body always tended your mouth water. It was hard and gorgeous. “I brought you a sandwich too. In case you were hungry.”

“Starved, but not for food.”

“Wha-”

Taehyung cut you off with his lips, his hands cupping your ass. You were caught so off guard that you dropped the plate, but really you didn’t care at the moment because the feeling of Taehyung’s lips against yours and his hands on your ass was all you could focus on.

“God I missed you.” Taehyung growls and kisses from your lips, down your jaw, and your neck - making sure to nibble your flesh every now and then.

“I missed you more.” You moan.

Taehyung quickly dropped to his knees, his hands rubbing up your legs, licking his lips at the sight of your short denim skirt. The one thing Taehyung could never resist on you was this exact skirt.

He licks his lips, eyes never leaving yours as you pant above him. Taehyung kissed his way from your knee up to your inner thigh before biting it. You bit your lip hard to prevent the moan from slipping out of your mouth. Taehyung was less than pleased about that and you knew it. The quieter you try to be, the more determined he gets.

His long fingers played with the lace of your panties and you squirm under his touch, whimpering each time his thumb would lightly press against your clit. You try to grind against his hand, but his other hand holds your hips still.

“Taehyung,” You breath, “I can’t take all this teasing.”

Taehyung smirks at the desperation in your voice and opted to grant your wish, pushing your panties to the side before he dove face first into your core.

You gasp at the sudden sensation, gripping his long dark curls as an anchor, you head falling back to hit the barn. It didn’t even matter to you that you guys were outside where anyone could see you at any moment. All you wanted was Taehyung.

Taehyung’s lips wrap around your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud while his hand slid up and down your slit to collect your slick before he pushed two of his fingers inside of you. The moan you were desperately trying to hold back ripping out of your throat.

“Oh god Tae!” You mewl, finally free to grind your cunt against his face.

Taehyung doesn't let up, quickly pumping his finger into you. You tighten your grip on his hair as the coil within your stomach starts to tighten as well, Taehyung moaning against your clit, the vibrations helping to push you further to the edge.

You hadn’t touched yourself in weeks, as per Taehyung’s orders, so you knew you weren’t going to last long at this rate, but you didn’t care.

Faster and faster, Taehyung thrusts his fingers, soon adding a third one. The stretch was delicious. You shut your eyes tight as you feel your high approaching, but all at once Taehyung stops and pulls his head away from your cunt.

“No!” You cry, not caring how desperate you sound, “Please! I was so close! Taehyung don’t stop!”

“Then look at me baby. I want you to keep your eyes on me as I make you cum.”

You nod quickly and he smirked. His good girl was so eager to cum and he was loving every second of it.

Suddenly Taehyung added a fourth finger, stretching you as far as you could go, and thrust hard into you. You moan loudly, wanting to shut your eyes again from the amount of pleasure he was giving you, but you keep them open and trained on Taehyung’s face.

You could feel yourself getting close to the edge and Taehyung could tell too. He was always so attuned with your body.

“Cum for me, Y/n.”

You scream as you finally went over the edge. All you could see was stars as Taehyung continued to thrust his fingers into you.

When you started to come down from your high, whining for Taehyung to stop, it was only after a few more thrusts that he pulled his fingers out of you. They glistened in the sunlight with your cum. Taehyung licked his lips before popping his fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste of you.

“Now see,” Taehyung smirked, “Wasn’t that worth the wait?” 

You roll your eyes at him. “Get up cowboy. I think it’s time to help you now.”

Taehyung smiled and took your hand.

“You are too good to me.”

“I know.” You both laughed as you went into the barn.

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Only her || kth

Summary: Kim Taehyung and his twin brother V always shared everything with each other. Food, clothes, and the love of killing. No one ever understood them until they move to Seoul and meet y/n,the pretty barista at the coffee shop down the road. Now they had to have you in their lives and no one could stand in their way.

Pairing: Yandere!Taehyung x Reader x Yandere!Twin!Taehyung (V)

Genre: Smut, Horror

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Mention of killing animals, obsessive behavior, murder, blood, threesome (m/f/m), fucking in front of corpses, oral (m and f receiving), dry humping, idk if I forgot anything if I did I’m sorry

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AN: Y’all really seem to like horror smut with Taehyung. I don’t mind though. Just for clarification MOTS7 Tae is Taehyung and Fake Love Tae is V. I tried to balance the interactions between Taehyung and V, but Taehyung was definitely the more dominant of the two. Thank you to @mochichiminie for requesting this! I hope this is alright.

-TJ/ TacoAdmin 🌮

Freaks. Unnatural. God’s mistakes.

Just a few things Taehyung and his twin brother, V, had been called all their lives. Being the only set of twins in their small town was hard enough, but the moment everyone found out it was them who killed Mrs. Kim’s dog, everyone - even their own parents - kicked them out.

For years Taehyung and V were moving from town to town, city to city, only for the same thing to happen.

The world was cold and cruel. All they had was each other because no one else could be trusted. That was until they moved to Seoul when they were twenty three and they met you.

While Taehyung was out at work, V wanted coffee after pulling an all nighter painting. V went by Vante, an upcoming artist. Here in Seoul they would try to change, make this place a permanent stay.

Just down the road from their apartment was a café. V knew he had to get his coffee quickly to get back to painting.

Opening the door to the café, the smell of coffee and fresh pastries flooded his nose, V almost floated over to the counter with how good it smelled.

A faint giggle pulling him out of his own little world. The sight before him was even better.

You hold your hand over your mouth, face flushed. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh, but you looked like one of those cartoons.”

V felt his heart stop when you moved your hand and he saw your beautiful smile. No one had ever smiled at him like that before and it made him feel a warmth he had never felt.

“Taehyung? You okay?”

Taehyung? You thought he was his brother? V’s shoulder slumped, visibly upset, but on the inside he felt furious and betrayed. He and Taehyung always told each other everything, shared everything, so why keep her away?

How dare he keep an angel like you all to himself? How long had he known you?

“Actually, this is my twin brother, V.” Taehyung’s voice came from behind him, slowly V turned around to see his brother, still in his suit and tie, right there.

“Oh!” You sound surprised. Had Taehyung never mentioned him before? “I didn’t know you had a bother.”

Of course he hadn’t mentioned me. V thought bitterly.

“Yeah I meant to introduce you two tonight.” Taehyung smiles.

Tonight? What was going on tonight? By the look on your beautiful face, it was something that was planned for a long time.

“That makes sense. I can’t believe Hoseok canceled on me just like that.”

Taehyung shook his head, a frown on his face, but V could see the absolute joy in his eyes. Almost as if Taehyung had something to do with this Hoseok guy canceling.

“Well we shall see you tonight, y/n.” Taehyung smiled, patting his brother’s back before leading him out of the cafe. V was so furious that he didn't even realize that he didn’t get his coffee.

The moment the brothers were home, V went off.

“Who was that? Why the FUCK would you keep her a secret? I thought we shared everything!”

V stormed back and forth in front of his brother, who was scaringly calm. Taehyung rolled his eyes. His brother was always one for the dramatics. Of course Taehyung had a reason to hide you from V.

He wanted you to himself. The one thing he didn’t feel like sharing with his brother, but after a while Taehyung felt guilty about it. He loved his brother. He loved you. So after he kidnapped Hoseok, Taehyung made sure to convince you to come over to his house for dinner. He wanted to introduce you to V, knowing he would love you just as Taehyung did.

“Her name is Y/n and I met her about a month ago. She’s beautiful, isn't she?” Taehyung smirked as V’s face flushed. “I knew you would like her, because I like her too.”

“W what…” V fidgeted now, something he did when he was nervous. He felt silly when his brother was just being considerate. “What is she like?”

Taehyung smiled, patting the couch, beckoning V to come sit with him. “She’s sweet and funny. She smells like vanilla, your favorite, and she has two small dogs. Sweet things, but also way too noisy. They got in the way.”

V nodded. “And this Hoseok guy?”

Taehyung growled, fists tightening at his side at the thought of Hoseok. That sleazeball had the gall to call you his girlfriend, when from the moment Taehyung met you, you belonged to him. 

He got tired of seeing Hoseok come in and attempt to kiss you only to have you push him away. So just last week, Taehyung snapped. He learned Hoseok's schedule and followed him late at night, jamming a syringe into his neck, before dragging him home and chaining him in the playroom.

Taehyung took his time slowly torturing him and took immense pleasure in his screams.

“Locked up in the playroom.” Taehyung laughed as V smiled.

V jumped up to his feet, excited at this information. “Then come brother. We have a play date.”

The night went off without a hitch.

You showed up around six pm, looking more beautiful than either boy remembered, and you enjoyed the dinner V cooked. Everything about you just made them fall faster and harder than ever.

You were meant to be here with them and no one else.

“Could I use the restroom?” You ask.

Taehyung nodded. “Right down that hallway, third door on the left.”

You smile and nod, getting up to find the bathroom. V and Taehyung were absolute sweethearts. You were happy that you decided to take Taehyung up on his offer for dinner and you were low key hoping that this was a date.

Not only with Taehyung, but V as well.

You were so lost in your little fantasy world that you didn’t notice that you had opened the door before the one Taehyung told you to open. The strong smell of copper yanking you out of your thoughts.

You try to see into the dark room, wondering where that smell was coming from, but it was no use. Always the curious bug, you wander further into the room, hand out in front of you to feel around. It wasn’t until you came into contact with a cold, sticky, surface that you stopped, basically choking as the smell was so strong there.

Running your fingers over the soft surface, it felt kind of like soft flesh. You press further, the skin like material collapsing under your touch. Why were you enjoying that? Just the way it felt under your hand, whatever was sticking to the material, it all just felt so satisfying. So thrilling.

Then suddenly the light to the room came on and you were face to face with a dead body. The face was peeled off, the red blood caked down the entire front of it’s chest, it was missing both of it’s eyes and more than half of its teeth.

You wanted to scream, but whatever voice you did have was stuck in your throat when you heard a sigh behind you.

“Y/n.” Taehyung came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist “You know it’s not polite to snoop around in other people's rooms.” You could just hear the smirk in his voice making you bite your lip at how sexy Taehyung sounded.

“I I’m sorry. I must have opened a different door by accident.”

Taehyung hummed, his face buried in your neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers up your spine. “How do you like Hoseok? V felt that peeling off his face was a nice touch. I agree, don’t you?”

Your eyes widened, staring at the corpse in front of you, the corpse of your best friend. You wanted to cry or feel sad, but you couldn’t. All you felt was confusion.

“Why kill Hoseok?”

“He was in the way.” Taehyung answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and to him it was. “He dared touch what belonged to us.”

“Us?” You whimper as Taehyung ran his tongue up your neck and to the shell of your ear, pulling the flesh between his teeth. God there was something about the way he held you so possessively that had your panties soaked.

Taehyung didn’t answer you, instead turning you around to face him, his dark eyes clouded with lust, and kissed you harshly. It took you a second to realize what was happening, but once you got your footing you kissed him back with the same amount of force.

His hands made their way from your waist to your ass, pushing your hips into his, groaning at the friction of you against his hard cock. You gasp at the feeling, never wanting it to end, grinding against him again and again, almost like a bitch in heat.

Though with the way Taehyung made you feel, you might as well be.

Taehyung pulled back and his cock twitching at the sight of your flushed face. “Yes,” He breathed, “Us. You belong to me and my brother.”

You lick your lips, glancing behind Taehyung to see V standing in the doorway, his hand palming himself over his jeans. You pressed your thighs together, feeling turned on by the action.

Maybe you were crazy for being so turned on by these two psychopaths, but just the thought of them taking pleasure in killing someone that dared to touch you was electrifying. No one had ever done that for you before.

“I belong to you.”

Taehyung grinned, stepping aside, allowing his brother to come up to you. V smiled, running his thumb over your lip. Something only Taehyung knew was that V had an oral fixation, so just the thought of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock was enough for him to spring into action.

V ripped your shirt down the center, you yelping at the action, but moaning the moment his big hands came in contact with your breast, kneading and pinching your nipple through your black lace bra.

Taehyung went behind you, kissing your neck, his hand working on your other breast while V got down onto his knees, his head disappearing underneath your skirt. Your scent intoxicated him, driving him crazy, he had to taste you.

You cry out as V starts to tongue your folds, hand reaching behind you to rub Taehyung through his dress pants.

V pushed your panties aside, burying his face further into your cunt, his tongue swirling around your clit, licking and sucking on the bud. Your legs shook, pleasure over taking you.

The mix of the pleasure V was giving you and the smell of the blood was pushing you higher and higher, nearing your end. It was probably the fastest you came to cumming. You mewl and moan, grinding your cunt on V’s face.

Taehyung pulled your head to the side, kissing your lips, running his tongue over your bottom lip to which you opened your mouth for him. His tongue dives into your mouth melding with yours, fighting for dominance, Taehyung winning easily.

V reluctantly pulled his head from under your skirt when he felt you getting close, you whined against Taehyung’s lips. “No please, please! Let me cum.” 

“Not so soon, Y/n.” V smirked, tugging your skirt and panties down your legs, helping you step out of them before tossing them to land in front of Hoseok’s dead body.

You had completely forgotten that it was there, but to be honest what they had done to his body was grotesque and beautiful all at once. You smile before turning around to unbutton Taehyung’s dress shirt.

Taehyung knew what you wanted so while you worked on his shirt he unbuckled his belt, taking his pants off. V following suit. Soon enough the three of you were naked and Taehyung had you on all fours, moving behind you, hand giving his erection a few pumps, lining it up with your entrance.

V was on his knees in front of you, your face in his hand. “Open wide.”

You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out, ready for him. V groaned at the sight. You were absolutely perfect and all theirs. You lick his tip, the salty taste was a little strange, but nothing you couldn’t get used to. Closing your lips around him, you suck hard, head moving down to take more of him in.

V gripped your hair and moaned, looking up at his brother who was very much enjoying the sight in front of him. Taehyung’s fingers dig into the flesh of your ass before pushing into you, shivering at how warm and tight you are.

You moan around V’s cock, the vibrations making his clutch your locks harder, the mix of pain and pleasure was amazing.

Once Taehyung had bottomed out, he gave a few shallow thrusts before pulling out, leaving the tip inside, pushing all the way back in. He watched your ass jiggle as your backside met his hips. This was heaven. His brother fucking your mouth while he fucked you from behind, Hoseok’s body being one of his favorite things. It was as if he showed that piece of shit exactly who you belonged to.

“You know.” Taehyung groaned. “Hoseok cried like a baby.”

V laughed, licking his lips. “He did. He was so p pathetic. I was so glad to c cut out his tongue before peeling his face off.” V moaned as you hollowed out your cheeks, your head bobbing even faster.

Hearing all the horrible things they had done to your best friend excited you. You had driven two extremely handsome men so madly in love that they were willing to kill for you. Who knows how many others they had killed. You made a reminder to ask later.

You could feel yourself getting closer, not really fully recovered from the tongue lashing you got for V, Taehyung’s hips hitting that perfect spot inside you. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. You quickly became undone underneath them.

Moaning around V’s cock, you came hard. Taehyung groaned at the sudden tightness, hips never letting up as he helped you through your high.

Once you had come down, Taehyung pulling out of you, his dick covered in your juices. “V.” He commanded and V pulled his cock from your mouth, pouting slightly. Taehyung chuckled at his brother’s reluctance. Honestly he didn’t want to stop either. He was so hard that it took everything in him not to drive his cock back into you and fucking you even though you would tell him to stop.

The thoughts of your cries make him twitch in excitement.

“To the bedroom.” 

V grinned as he stood, picking you up into his arms. “Yes brother.”

“We aren’t done with her yet.” Taehyung stepped aside, allowing his brother to leave the room with you in his arms. With one finally look back at Hoseok’s corpse, he couldn’t help but smile crazily.

He would make sure that no one would ever come between them and you ever again.

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Now see I name my friends weird things. So here we go

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Kim Namjoon: Namtitties (Aka Only Man I Call Daddy)

Kim Seokjin: Crack Head Cutie 🥰

Min Yoongi: Pretty Puddy Cat 🐱

Jung Hoseok: LOML 💜🥺☀️

Park Jimin: 🔞🥵👄

Kim Taehyung: Okay I Like It, Picasso 👑

Jeon Jungkook: BunBunn Boy 🐰

💜——————————————💜

♡ ↳ ❝ [ tag game ] ¡! ❞ ♡

instructions; If you had each member’s number in your phone, what would you save their name as?

(Literally nobody asked me but I thought this was cute so here it is lol)

IN TRUTH, I am one of those weirdos that has people saved under their full name except like, my mom and dad. But if I used cute contact names....

♡——————————————————♡

kim namjoon: ‘joon’

kim seokjin: ‘jinnie’

min yoongi: ‘yoongurt’

jung hoseok: ‘hobert’

park jimin: ‘minnie'

kim taehyung: ‘baby bear’

jeon jeongguk: ‘koo’

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I tag: I mean I'll tag @jkeuphoriadreamland but that's about all I've got :')

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International Playboy || jjk

Summary: You meet BTS International Playboy and he just rocks your world. 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, Jungkook end up being a sweetie because I couldn’t resist

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-TJ/ TacoAdmin 🌮

AN: Here it is! Happy birthday JK! Love you man 💜 Also thank you guys so much for 500 followers! I love you all too 💜 💜 💜 💜 💜 💜 Note most of this they will be speaking in English since it’s in America

You and your friends decided it was a good idea to go to a club after a 3 hour long BTS concert. All of you were still feeling the concert buzz and none of you were ready to go back home yet, plus this was one of the lesser known clubs in Atlanta and it was right by the arena, so you thought why not? You didn’t even go home to change into club clothes, you didn’t feel the need to. Your BTS concert outfit was cute enough and you just wanted to party some more.

The club was full of people, but even though it was a lot less busy than any other clubs. You knew that because you could actually walk around and only get bumped into a couple times. Your friend pulled all of you over to the bar and ordered the first round of the night.

“To BTS.” She held up her shot, toasting the amazing night you all had.

“To Y/n!” Another of your friends shouts.

“Me? Why me?”

“Not only did you get us floor tickets to this concert, but you also got eye fucked by the one, the only, Jeon Jungkook! Girl you were living the fanfiction dream!”

You roll your eyes. “He wasn’t eye fucking me. I thought we established that.”

“Yeah we thought so too, but then you started dancing and I swear he almost tripped.”

You laugh at your friends and slammed back your shot. While it would be nice if what they were saying was true (well it did look like he noticed you during the concert, but he could have been looking at a number of things), you knew that it was just a fangirl’s imagination.

Jungkook and the rest of the group entered from a private entrance to the club. Jimin had convinced them all to go out before heading back to the hotel. ‘To loosen up.’ He had said, but Jungkook knew he wanted to get in a good fuck before the night was though and honestly Jungkook was going to join him.

Not in bed, but in finding someone to go back with him. He was in America and here he was THE international playboy, not the shy Jungkook back at home.

Jungkook scanned the sea of bodies before his eyes landed on you and your friends at the bar. You were wearing the same dark green deep V neck tank top and black shorts that he saw you in at the concert. He licked his lips, eyeing your entire being, and deciding that it was going to be you he was taking back to the hotel. Hell to the bathroom stall if he couldn’t wait.

Jungkook had been having all kinds of thoughts about you since he saw you in the crowd. He wondered what you would look like panting and moaning below him as he fucked you hard. Even though Jungkook didn’t know your name, you had such a strong hold over him. The pull was just undeniable, so it was just his luck that you were here.

“Jungkook?” Taehyung spoke up from beside him. “What are you looking at?”

“Ah.” He nods. “The girl from the concert is here too. Maybe I should go talk to her.”

Jungkook growled low in his throat as if to say ‘try it I fucking dare you.’

Taehyung wasn’t the type to steal a member’s conquest for the night or even cock block them, but he also liked to poke the bear and see how far he can go before getting his head bit off.

Taehyung just held up his hands and snickered as he watched his friend stalk into the crowd of people.

You were lost in the music, swaying your hips to the beat. You didn’t know where your friends had gone, but honestly you didn’t care at the moment. If things ended badly and they had left you, you could at least call an Uber.

You open your eyes for a second and are met with a surprising site. Jeon Jungkook was dancing close by and when you opened your eyes completely, you could see his eyes traveling down your body, his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip. As surprised as you were, you were equally turned on by the thought of him actually checking you out. Turns out it wasn’t a fangirl’s imagination after all.

You wink at him before turning around and going back to dancing. Rihanna’s Rude Boy was coming through the speakers and you went all out. Hands starting at your waist, sliding up your body and above your head, hips swaying.

You were trying to bait Jungkook over and when you felt a large hand settle on your waist, you knew you succeeded. You peeked back for a second to see if it was actually Jungkook and not some creep, smirking when you met Jungkook’s lust glazed eyes.

Jungkook grips your waist and pulls you back to meet his chest, you could feel his already hardening erection poking you. You lean your head to the side, purposefully moving your hair to expose your unmarked neck to him, and look up at his face - smirk never leaving your face.

“Well if it isn’t Jungkook.”

It took Jungkook 2.5 to figure out what you were saying, but since he had been studying English it was a lot easier than it had ever been before.

“You remember me.”

“How could I not?” You scoff. “I’m more surprised that you remember me.”

Jungkook hums instead of giving you a real response. You were going to ask him again, but you gasp as Jungkook starts kissing your neck and grinding his hips into you. You shiver at his touch.

“Jungkook.” You moan.

“I remember you from the concert.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, “You looked so sexy and then you started dancing. I swear you were doing it on purpose.”

You shake your head, whimpering when he licks the shell of your ear. “I I wasn’t.”

Jungkook smirked at your stutter, happy that he was having the same effect on you that you had on him. Jungkook spun you around and put your arms around his neck then placing both hands on your ass, cupping and squeezing your cheeks.

“You weren’t?” Jungkook challenged.

You look up at him as sweetly as you possibly could, because honestly you weren’t trying to seduce him. You just wanted to enjoy your concert. “I promise.”

Jungkook chuckles and pulls you closer to him, even though you didn’t think that was physically possible, leaning down to your height. His eyes glance from your eyes to your lips and you know what he wants.

And you give it to him.

Closing your eyes, you meet Jungkook halfway, crashing your lips to him. You tug at the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him groan against your lips.

Jungkook runs his tongue along your bottom lip, begging you to let him in, and you open your mouth. His tongue dives in, messaging yours as the two of you fight for dominance, that Jungkook easily won.

You felt lightheaded from the kiss, from the lack of oxygen and from how good of a kisser Jungkook was. You pull away to try and catch your breath and smile as you watch Jungkook follow your lips.

“Where to?”

Jungkook smirked. He knew that both of you wanted the same thing and with you asking where just the push he needed. Quickly Jungkook takes your arm and whisks you out the back door of the club and into the alleyway. 

He was searching for the car that brought them, your lips attached to his neck, but he couldn’t find it anywhere. Jungkook didn’t want to call an Uber because then that would risk the tabloids catching him, but at the same time fucking you anywhere would garner that same risk.

“Two places. Here in the alley or back in the bathroom. I can’t find the car.”

You pull him down to meet your lips, turning him around to push him against the side of the building. “Here is fine.”

Jungkook smiles at your eagerness and chooses the alley. You kiss down his neck, hand palming him through his jeans. Jungkook moans.

Quickly you drop to your knees in front of him and undo his pants, tugging them and his boxers down in one go. Jungkook’s cock springs free. You stare wide-eyed at it, mouth watering at the thought of it inside of you.

You knew Jungkook was big, but never in your life did you expect to see him this close. You grip the base of his cock and light lick the tip, the salty taste of his precum on your tongue. Jungkook groaned above you and it only encouraged you.

You suck the tip before taking it into your mouth, lowering your head until you couldn’t take more of him. Starting at an agonizing slow pace, you bob your head on his cock, your hand stroking what you couldn’t fit.

Jungkook threads his fingers through your hair, gripping the strands and tugging them. You moan around his cock and Jungkook moans as well, loving the vibration. You suck and bob your head faster, Jungkook’s grip on your hair tightens as he throws his head back, moaning into the night sky.

He knew he was getting close, but he didn’t want to stop you. Your mouth was so warm and wet around him, he could only imagine what your pussy was like. Before he could blow his load in your mouth, Jungkook tugs your head off his cock and you whine.

“I know baby girl, but it was just too good. I wanna come in that tight cunt of yours.”

You shiver at his words. You wanted that as well, just sucking him off had made you soaking wet and ready for his cock.

Jungkook helps you off your knees, only to flip your position so that you were pressed against the wall. Jungkook fiddles with the button on your shorts, sticking his hands past your panties once he gained access. You cry out as his fingers stroke your slit.

“So wet.” Jungkook coos. “Just by sucking me off? What a slut you are.”

You moan, letting your head fall forward as Jungkook inserts his fingers into your pussy and thrusts fast. “God! Please Jungkook!”

Jungkook smirks and removes his fingers, your slick coating his fingers. As you wiggled your way out of your shorts and panties, Jungkook pumps his cock, spreading your wetness all over him.

You brace both hands on the wall and stick your ass out for Jungkook to see. Jungkook bites his lip, one hand on your hip and the other lining himself at your entrance. You push yourself back, letting just the tip slip in, whining.

Jungkook pushes in slowly until he is all the way in. You moan at the stretch, fingers gripping the wall for dear life. He felt so good inside of you, pushing your walls past their limits, but you wanted him to move. You wanted him to fuck you into oblivion.

Gripping your hip, Jungkook began to pull his cock out before thrusting in all at once. You cry out as Jungkook continues to do that over and over, his nails digging into your flesh. You didn’t even care that you both were outside and anyone could walk by. All you could think was Jungkook Jungkook Jungkook.

“Fuck.” Jungkook curses under his breath, drilling into you harder. He knew he was close, but he wanted you to come first. Slipping his hand down to your pussy, Jungkook rubs your clit matching his thrusts.

A moan rips out of your throat as you cum hard around his cock, your walls tightening around him, making it a little hard to move, but Jungkook just helps you through your orgasm. Jungkook thrusts a few more times before he follows your lead, painting your insides white.

Both of you don’t move, just panting and trying to come down from wat must have been the best sex of your life. Jungkook pulls out of you, chuckling as you whine at the loss of him. He was about to say something, but the words caught in his throat as he watched his cum drip down your legs.

“Oh shit, sorry I don’t have anything to clean that with.”

You shake your head and pull your panties and shorts back up. “It’s okay. I can take care of it when I get home and besides I’m on the pill.”

Jungkook thinks about it for a minute before he pulls out his cell phone. “I’ll call for a ride back to my hotel, why don’t you join me?”

“Why didn’t you call it before?”

Jungkook shrugs. “I was thinking with my dick, not my head.”

You laugh as he dials up a number on his phone and starts talking to someone on the other end in Korean. You honestly thought he was going to leave you there to fend for yourself. Even though he was labeled an international playboy, Jeon Jungkook was always a nice guy first and foremost.

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Behind Closed Doors || jjk 1

Summary: Everyone wants new kid, Jeon Jungkook’s, attention. You had it without even asking for it and if they knew the consequences that come with having his attention, they wouldn’t want it.

Pairing: Hitman!Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Gang!au

Word count: 2.9k

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-TJ/TacoAdmin 🌮

Your life was simple and you liked it that way.

Wake up at 6 am, get ready for school, school from 8 to 3, work at the diner from 4 to 10, go home and have whatever left over your parents had for you, do your homework, shower and be in bed before midnight. Every day. Rinse and repeat. Nothing exciting and nothing dangerous, which in your city wasn’t a normal thing.

Seoul was controlled by one gang known on the streets as Bulletproof. No one knows much about the people inside of the gang, but what is known is that they are not a force to be wrecked with. The last person to try was never heard from again and honestly you didn’t want to know what happened. You just wanted to continue living your extremely boring and normal life.

Safe and sound.

“Y/n!”

You smile and wave to Iseul, who was waiting for you at the front of the school. Iseul was your best friend of 3 years now. You met her freshman year when you both had gym together. You nor her were anywhere near athletic, so the two of you would walk around while the others ran. Having a semi friend in that class made it more bearable, but you didn’t become official best friends until she stood up for you in the locker room.

Hyera decided that you were going to be her main target - hiding your clothes, pushing you down in the gym, calling you names, spreading rumors. You name it. She did it. You weren’t even going to do anything about it, not being one for confrontation, but Iseul was having none of it and she punched Hyera.

Iseul got detention, but she said it was worth it. Turns out Hyera was picking on her as well, so seeing you get bullied was the last straw for her. Ever since then the two of you have been inseparable.

“Morning, Isa.”

“Did you do last night's math homework?”

You laugh and nod your head. “Of course. You didn’t?”

“No! You know I suck at math!” Iseul whines. “Can I please see yours? I have math before lunch and you have it after. Please Please Please!”

You press your finger to your lip, thinking about if you should let her copy your homework or not. You knew in the end you would let her, but it was always fun to tease. Iseul knew that too which is why she quickly grabs your backpack and runs into the school.

“What! Oh come on!”

You start running after her, but are quickly stopped by a wall. Or well a man that felt like a wall.

You bounce off said wall man and land harshly on your ass. “Ow ow ow.”

“Y/n! Are you okay! Why don’t you watch where you are go… wow”

Slowly you open your eyes, wondering why Iseul stopped shouting (which she shouldn’t be yelling in the first place since it was your fault, but whatever) and you were met with a pair of dark glaring eyes.

You had never seen this man before in your life, but you couldn’t deny how handsome he was. Despite the death glare handsome wall man was giving you, he did extend his hand to you. It took you a minute - mainly because you were lost in his dark brown eyes - to realize that he was trying to help you up. You take his hand and he effortlessly pulls you off the ground.

“I’m sorry.”

Handsome wall man didn’t say anything, he just eyed you up and down, then left.

“Who was that?” Iseul asked, her eyes never leaving the mystery man as he went into the school.

“I’m not sure, but it looks like he goes to school here. I’ve never seen him before though.”

“Me either and with a face like that I would have noticed him.”

Before you could think about it any longer, the warning bell rang, signaling that you only had a few minutes to get to class before you were late. You curse under your breath, snatch your backpack back from Iseul and quickly run into the school - mystery man already forgotten.

Your first class was history. You didn’t hate the class, but it wasn’t particularly your favorite either. Slipping into the back of the room, you take your seat, hoping that Hyera didn’t see you. That was another reason you didn’t like this class because she was in it with you and her little goons.

She usually sat in the middle to the front of the room, mainly because the teacher was considered extremely attractive, so you remained in the back of the classroom. Yeah it was a little harder to see the board, but anything to not have to deal with Hyera.

Today you were lucky enough to be spared. They did see you, but the teacher immediately started class, telling everyone to take their seats.

“Today we have a new student. Everyone, this is Jeon Jungkook.” You teacher motions to the door. You look and are shocked to see mystery man/handsome wall man - or now known as Jeon Jungkook - entering the room. Instantly all the girls in the class were enamored by him and you couldn’t blame them.

He was an extremely attractive guy, but the danger rolling off him in waves was off putting to you. You just knew he would disrupt your boring safe lifestyle, so getting involved with him in any way was not at the top of your to do list.

Instead you pull out your history textbook and some paper to get ready for the class.

“Let’s see.” You hear your teacher speaking, but not looking up at him. “Ah! There is an empty seat over there in the back. Why don’t you sit there for now?”

Now that made you look up. You saw the empty seat your teacher was talking about was right next to you. Jungkook didn’t say a word - it seems he’s not one for talking - and made his way to the back of the room, girls giggling and drooling as he walked past them.

You quickly look back to your paper, hoping to avoid him, but the moment he sits down beside you, his attention is completely on you. He didn’t even bother trying to mask that he wasn’t paying attention to the teacher because he wasn’t even facing the front of the class.

This went on for the entirety of class. Just Jungkook facing you, staring you down, his eyes blinking only occasionally. Honestly it was a little unsettling, so when the bell finally rang to signal the class’ end you were more than relieved.

“What’s your name?”

You froze in the middle of packing up your stuff, eyes slowly looking up to meet Jungkook’s intense brown eyes. This was the first time you have heard him speak and he sounded a lot less frightening than he looked, but at the same time just as frightening. It was a weird thing and sent shivers up your spine.

“W what?” You answer.

Jungkook chuckles, seemingly amused that he caught you off guard. “Your name.”

“Me?”

Jungkook nods.

“I I’m Y/n.”

You adjust the strap of your backpack on your shoulder. Jungkook opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Hyera pushing you out of the way and clinging to his arm. Even though Jungkook has a look of disgust on his face, she chose to ignore it, batting her eyelashes up at him.

“Hi~” She sang. “I’m Hyera. I would be more than happy to show you around. I know this school inside and out. I even know some secret places to hide.”

You try not to gag at the implications she was making, being bold enough - or slutty enough - to throw herself at a complete stranger.

While they are distracted, you slip out of the classroom and into the hallway where Iseul was waiting for you.

“You okay?” Iseul asks as the two of you walk to your next class.

“You will never guess who’s in my class.”

“Who?”

“Mystery man from this morning. His name is Jeon Jungkook and he’s a new student here.”

“What! No way!” As you reach Iseul’s class, she pauses and thinks. “He’s pretty cute, don’t you think?”

“Huh?” You look at her. “I mean he is pretty good looking, but he seems a bit off.”

You had a bad feeling about Jungkook and by now you’ve learned to trust your gut. That being said, you knew you had to try and steer Iseul away from him. Though as much as she says how attractive Jungkook is, he’s not her type of guy. Maybe you were just worrying for nothing.

“You think?”

“Yeah. I don’t know, but it’s just a feeling I get.”

“He may be a nice guy, Y/n. You shouldn’t be so quick to judge.” Iseul turns and goes into her classroom, leaving you confused with her abrupt parting words.

You were never one to judge, but a feeling is a feeling. It was actually really weird for her to pick the side of someone she barely knew over you. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice a pair of eyes on you.

Actually two pairs of eyes.

When lunch time rolled around, Iseul went back to her regular self. Whatever made her upset that you didn’t like Jungkook. You two were enjoying your lunch time - laughing and her whining that you didn’t let her borrow your math homework. 

You had really forgotten all about that. You were going to give it to her after history, but after her strange behavior it had slipped your mind.

Lunch was packed full of people. Cliques are at their designated areas, not really mingling with others outside of their own friend group (you being no different), but then the cafeteria doors open and everyone's heads turn.

Jungkook steps inside the lunch room looking extremely disinterested, like he didn’t want to be there. His dark eyes scan the room and when they land on your table he smirks, making his way across the room and over to you. Iseul’s eyes widen when he takes the seat next to you.

“Hey Y/n.”

You look up at Jungkook, missing the disappointed, but longing look in Iseul’s eyes.

“What are you doing?”

Instead of having the decency to answer, Jungkook chuckles and reaches for your tray, snatching up your pudding cup and spoon as if it was his. You gape at him. The audacity of this man! You were saving that pudding up for last and he just comes in here and takes it!

“Excuse you! That was mine!”

“Well then you should have eaten it.”

“I was saving it for last.” You sneer, “It’s always best at the end. Why are you here anyway? I don’t remember inviting you.”

“Y/n!” Iseul hits your arm and smiles apologetically at Jungkook. “Sorry about her. You are more than welcome to sit with us.”

You look at Iseul stunned. Lunch time was always just the two of you, never anyone else. What was going on with her?

“Thanks, cutie.” Jungkook winks. “Now if only Y/n here could be that nice.”

It was like he wanted to get under your skin and you barely knew the guy. What had you done to make him like this? Did he just find you easy? Or was there something else going on here?

A very unattractive snort came from behind you, a snort you knew all too well. “Her? No way.”

Hyera inserts herself between you and Jungkook, almost shoving you completely off the bench.

“Hyera can’t you tell I was trying to talk to Y/n and you so rudely pushed her.” Jungkook stands from his spot, making his way over to you and for the second time today he extends his hand to help you up. “You okay, Swan?”

You take his hand and you try to ignore how effortlessly Jungkook pulls you off the ground. Wait. Did he just call you ‘Swan’?

“Why would you talk to her? She’s nothing but a loser. You could come hang out with me and my friends.” Hyera smiles sweetly, flipping some of her long hair over her shoulder.

“I think I would much rather stay here with my Swan.” Jungkook’s grip tightens on your hand and it was only then that you realized that he was still holding it. You quickly yank your hand out of his grasp, face flushed, turning to run out of the lunch room. You couldn’t handle being the center of attention like that. You just wanted to disappear into the shadows.

While it seems that everyone was fighting for Jungkook’s attention, he gave it to you and you didn’t want it. Being involved with a guy like him would only bring trouble and trouble was not something you wanted.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home? It’s really no problem.”

You shake your head as you slip on your coat and grab your scarf, smiling at Sehun - your boss. Park Sehun was a man in his late twenties and runs The Shake Shack, the late night diner that you work at. Handsome and kind, he was probably the most perfect man you had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

There is Jungkook. You scold yourself for thinking of Jungkook at this moment. Yes he was handsome and seemingly perfect, but he couldn’t even hold a candle to Sehun.

“No it’s okay.” Picking up your school bag, you head to the door before turning around, “You live in the opposite direction and I can take care of myself.”

“But Y/n..”

“Not buts! Just finish up the receipts and go home. I will see you tomorrow.”

And with that you open the door and step out into the back alleyway. The night air was cold and a little stale, but you didn’t mind as you buried your nose into your scarf.

You try to work as many shifts at the diner as you can since your family wasn’t well off money wise and you had to pay for your own high school tuition. It was never easy, but you made due, even if that meant working at the diner until almost 10 pm.

It also doesn’t help that you live twenty minutes away. And you can’t drive. And buses around here don’t run this late due to it being in Bulletproof territory. Other than that it was completely fine.

Drawing your headphones out of your pocket, you unravel them - plugging them into your phone and placing them in your ears, pressing play. An upbeat pop song was the only thing you could hear now. It was never a good idea to abstract one of your senses, but nothing had ever happened before, so you made it a thing to listen to music on your way home.

Unbeknown to you, a group of guys saw you walking home and instantly started following you. You were the easy kind of target that only fell into their lap on lucky days and they were not about to pass it up.

Closer and closer they got, but you just happily hum to the tune playing through your headphones.

Suddenly you were yanked into a dark alleyway. You open your mouth to scream, but your attacker covered your mouth with their large hand. You assume it was a male not only because of the strength and the large hand, but you could feel the stubble on the guy's cheek as he sticks his face in your hair. You could feel his breath on you as he smelled you. Fear crashes into you and you wish you had taken Sehun’s offer.

Tears pour from your eyes as you thrash around, attempting to get away from your attacker, but when another set of hands pulls your headphones out of your ears, you know there wasn’t just one.

“Aren’t you pretty?” The male in front of you smiles with a crooked grin, the amount of alcohol on his breath choking you. “What brings you out this way?”

He throws his head back, cackling when he realizes you couldn’t answer him due to his colleague’s hand over your mouth.

“I could ask you that.”

Your attacker froze as a deep voice came from the shadows. He whips his head around trying to find the source, but to no avail.

What happened next was so fast that you couldn’t even keep up. Whatever shadow man was there had removed you from your attackers and then proceeded to beat the crap out of them. You stood there completely frozen in fear. Yes this man was your savior, but from the way he was hitting your attackers didn’t make you feel so safe.

Finally when things settled down your savor finally stood still long enough for you to look at him, even if it was from the back.

Tall, broad shoulders covered by a sleek leather jacket. He wore black skinny jeans and clucky black boots as well, it was no wonder he blended in with the shadows.

“You okay, Swan?”

Your eyes widen as you recognize the recent nickname you had earned. Jungkook looks over his shoulder at you, a mask covering the bottom half of his face, but it was the mask he was wearing made your blood run cold.

A black mask with a white bulletproof shield on it. There were only a few people known to wear that type of mask and that was members of the Bulletproof gang.

Jeon Jungkook was a member of the most feared group of people that had ever walked this earth.

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Mile High || kth

Summary: Halfway through the summer, your town was holding a county fair! You really wanted to go and take Taehyung with you. What you didn’t expect was to end up stuck on the top of the Ferris Wheel with your secret boyfriend and your best friend that just confessed his feeling for you. 

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Farmers Daughter!Reader (ft. Park Jimin)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Riding, a little bit of cock warming, sneaking around, unprotected sex(plz be safe guys), sex on a Ferris Wheel, jealous Taehyung, masturbation (m), voyeurism, fingering

Word count: 2.9k

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AN: The second part to Helping Hands! Aka me thirsting over Jimin and Taehyung. There will be no more parts after this one so please enjoy!

Having Taehyung here during the summer was great. Having him in the room next to yours was even better. Especially during late nights when he would sneak into your room.

It was about 50/50 whether or not you two would cuddle all night or he would fuck you till the sunrise. As the summer comes closer to it’s end and soon Taehyung would have to go back to the city for school, it’s been more on the fucking side.

The two of you were trying to get a whole year's worth of touching each other in before he had to leave. Hence why now, at 2 am, you were sitting on your boyfriend’s cock as he thrust his hips up into yours.

You were biting down on your lip to try and not to moan, occasionally letting little whimpers slip. Your father was in the room right across from yours and while he does sleep like the dead, you were trying not to get caught.

Taehyung kisses up your neck, you shiver at the contact, knowing that soon you would come undone.

“Taehyung,” you moan into his ear, “I I’m..”

“I know baby. Let go.”

With his confirmation and a couple more angled thrusts against your g-spot, you came hard around him, biting his shoulder to try and muffle your cries. Taehyung groans and follows your lead, soon painting your insides white.

You hold onto each other as you come down from your highs, his cock softening inside of you.

“Tae,” you whine, “you're sweaty.”

Taehyung chuckles. “You're one to talk. Come on let’s go take a bath.”

You nod as Taehyung picks you up, still nestled inside of your cunt, and you wrap your legs around his waist. This has been happening the last few times you’ve slept together because knowing if he was to pull out now, his cum would leak down your leg before you got to the bath, which thankfully was close.

Once you are safe inside the bathroom, Taehyung pulls out of you making you whine from the loss of him, and sets you down on the seat of the toilet. He turns on the water and waits for it to fill before getting in and beckoning you.

You smile and get in, your back meeting his chest as you feel the warmth of the water all around you. As much as you loved the sex with Taehyung, this was always your favorite part.

He was always so attentive when it came to the after care. Washing your hair for you, making sure to wash your body as well and helping you make sure all of his cum was out of you. The two of you had stopped using condoms some time ago, but the two of you didn’t mind if you were to get pregnant. Taehyung knew he wanted to marry you and you him.

After all the cleaning was done, you both would just stay in the tub for a while, enjoying each other before having to return to separate rooms. You knew now was a good time to ask Taehyung what had been on your mind all night.

Every summer there was this county fair that you had always wanted to take Taehyung to, but never got the chance to ask him. This year you were going to no matter what. Working up all your courage, you tilted your head back to look at him.

“Tae?” Taehyung hums in response, his eyes closed. “How would you feel about going to a county fair with me?”

Taehyung opened his eyes and looked at you. “A fair? I mean I would love to go with you, but is there one around?”

“Actually yes there is. There is a county fair held every year.”

“Really? Then how come you never asked me before?”

“You were always busy so I usually just went with Jimin.”

You felt Taehyung stiffen at the mention of your childhood friend. You don’t know why, but whenever Jimin was mentioned, Taehyung always got mad. It was like he knew something about him that you didn’t.

“Tae?”

“Yeah I’ll go, but he can’t come.”

“What? I can’t stop him from going.”

“I still don’t want him there.”

You were just stunned for a second before you realized what was happening. Your boyfriend was jealous of your friend. You smile and place your hand on Taehyung’s cheek, leaning in to peck his lips.

“Taehyung you have no reason to be jealous.”

“He just gets on my nerves, okay?”

You laugh at your boyfriend and kiss him again, hoping that it would ease him, and for the moment it did.

The next day you and Taehyung went to the county fair. You knew it wouldn’t be that pretty until night, but you were too excited that you had to go not long after it officially opened. Thankfully you weren’t the only one. By the time you showed up almost half of your small town was already there, including your friend Jimin.

“Y/n!”

You turned around and smiled wide at the sight of your best friend running towards you. Instantly you let go of Taehyung’s hand, hoping that Jimin didn’t see, and ran to meet him halfway.

“Jimin!” You hug your best friend as tight as you can, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist. Taehyung could see his hands hovering just above your ass and it did not sit right with him. He glared at your friend, hoping he would get the hint, but of course he did and he didn’t even see Taehyung. Jimin was too focused on you.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” Jimin pouted as he pulled back just a little, but still able to keep you locked in his arms. “I wanted to join you.”

“I know and I’m sorry, but I was so excited to bring Taehyung for the first time that I rushed him out of the house.”

Jimin’s eyes widened and he looked up to see Taehyung, who was standing at full height and had his chest puffed to look intimidating. Jimin gulped at the murderous look in his eyes, but still refused to let go of you.

“S so this is the famous Taehyung I hear so much about?” Jimin hated that he stuttered, but Taehyung was just that scary looking. Of course you didn’t see it though.

“Yeah!” You finally pull away from Jimin to turn to Taehyung. “Tae! Come here!”

Taehyung begrudgingly came over to you and Jimin, his glare never leaving the smaller boy’s face. Had heard a lot about Jimin, not just from you, but your father as well. Taehyung knew that Jimin was the type of guy your father hoped you married. Him! Over Taehyung who had never treated his daughter poorly, granted he didn’t know that you two were together, but that wasn’t the point.

Jimin was the kind small town boy who everyone knew had a gigantic crush on his childhood best friend. Everyone except for you that is. You only had eyes for Taehyung and knowing that fact made him more smug than he probably should have been.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Both men exchanged a firm handshake, Taehyung squeezing Jimin’s soft hands (obviously hands of a man who doesn’t work outside) a little too harshly and smirking at him as Jimin grimaced.

You were blissfully unaware of the growing tension between the two men. You were just happy to have your boyfriend and your best friend finally meet. So happy in fact that you had suggested that the three of you hang out together.

Taehyung wanted to object, but not only did he not want to raise suspicion, but you looked so happy that he couldn’t say no and neither could Jimin. So for the next four hours the three of you went around the fair; both men competing in games to win you stuffed animals (Taehyung 5 and Jimin 3), riding the varieties of rides, playing in the bumper carts, and even eating until you swore the button on your jeans would pop.

It went on until the sun was already setting and there was only one thing left to do.

The Ferris Wheel.

But before that Jimin wanted to talk to you about something. You excused yourself from Taehyung, telling him you would be right back, and went with Jimin somewhere a little more private. You weren’t worried because it was Jimin. He would never hurt you.

Though the moment Jimin turned to you, you knew something wasn’t right. Jimin usually carried himself with an air of confidence, but now his face was flushed, he couldn’t meet your eyes, and he was biting his bottom lip - something you knew he only did when he was nervous. But what did he have to be nervous about?

“Jimin? You okay?”

“Y/n.” Jimin starts, still not looking you in the eyes. “I’m going to come out and say it okay?”

You nod and wait for him to spit it out.

“I’vebeeninlovewithyouforyearsandijustwantedtoknowifyouwouldbemygirlfriend?”

His words went in one ear and out the other. You blink, trying to decipher what the hell he just said, but to no avail. “I’m sorry I didn’t understand that. Could you say that again?”

Jimin groaned.

“I’m sorry! You just said it so fast that I couldn’t understand!”

“Okay okay…” Jimin took a deep breath before closing his eyes and trying again. “I’ve been in love with you for years and I just wanted to know if you would be my girlfriend?”

Instantly you felt bad. Rejecting your best friend was definitely something you didn’t want to do today, especially because you had no idea he felt this way about you. You looked down at your feet and Jimin already knew it wasn’t because you were being shy.

“I’m sorry Jimin.” You whisper. “But I already have a boyfriend.”

Jimin could feel his heart breaking, but he tried not to let it show. Of course you had a boyfriend, how could you not? You were every guy's dream and he was more upset with himself that he hadn’t tried to tell you his feelings sooner. Maybe then things would be different.

“Really? Good for you!” Jimin let out a sad chuckle. “I hope we can still be friends?”

The word ‘friends’ left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he also didn’t want to lose you. If having you as a friend was the only way to keep you in his life then he would take it. No matter how much it hurt him.

You smile and hug Jimin tightly and he hugs you back.

Both of you not realizing that within hearing distance was Taehyung and he was not happy in the slightest.

Being stopped on top of the Ferris Wheel was beautiful. With the sun completely down now, all you could see were the lights of the county fair. You were so entranced by the scenery that you didn’t feel the awkward tension in the air.

Taehyung was glaring daggers at Jimin and Jimin didn’t know why. He doesn’t think he’s done anything to make the gigantic man mad.

“Babe.” Taehyung never takes his eyes off of Jimin as he calls out to you, actually feeling prideful when he sees your friend’s eyes widen, “Why don’t you come sit down? It’s not safe.”

“Babe?” Jimin echoes, his heart sinking as he watches you blush and silently move to sit next to Taehyung. Jimin quickly puts two and two together. 

“Wait! HE’S the boyfriend you were talking about?!”

“Jimin please-”

“Do you know how mad your father is going to be?! And YOU! He trusted you!” Jimin abruptly stood, the cart swaying from side to side, making you uneasy and Taehyung could tell.

“Sit down and shut up.” The seriousness in Taehyung’s voice made Jimin obey without question. That was the kind of power Taehyung had - even straight men falling into his trap.

“Yeah I’m dating Y/n, have been for years, so you can imagine how irritating it is to hear you ask out my girlfriend.”

Jimin opens his mouth to argue - though he really couldn’t because he had been caught red handed - but all words slip his mind when Taehyung’s hand slipped in between your leg and cupping your core. You gasp and go to pull Taehyung’s hand away, but are rendered immobile when his thumb starts rubbing against your clit.

You wiggle and whine as Taehyung continues his assault on your nub. “Tae.. Please not h here.”

“Not here? But why not? It’s the perfect place baby.” Taehyung leans over to you, kissing your neck.

The longer this went on, the more hot under the collar Jimin was feeling. He has never seen you like this before, face flushed and mouth opened as you moan, and as much as he has imagined it, nothing compared to actually seeing it. Right now he didn’t even mind that he wasn’t the one touching you - though he wishes that he was.

“You see how turned on you’re making your friend? Naughty girl.” Taehyung growls and bits down on your collarbone, making you yelp and your eyes quickly run over Jimin’s body until you see the very prominent tent in his pants.

You would have never thought you were into voyeurism, but the thought of Jimin watching Taehyung touch you strangely turned you on even more.

“He wishes he could be the one touching you, but I’m the only one that can. He’s just going to have to sit there and watch.”

Taehyung’s fingers move from your clit, up to the button of your jeans and skillfully unbutton them to slip his hand past your panties and back to their original position. You moan at the feeling of his calloused thumb returning to rubbing your clit.

Jimin didn’t know what to do. He was frozen in place, the strain of his erection against his zipper making him uncomfortable. Without noticing, Jimin’s hand went to palm himself through his jeans

.He thought he was being subtle, but Taehyung caught him the moment his hand touched his crotch. 

“Look baby.” Taehyung uses his other hand to move your head to face Jimin. “Your best friend is getting off watching you. How pathetic.”

You watch as Jimin continues to shamelessly palm himself, his hips jerking every now and then. You thought that Jimin was attractive before, as much as you love Taehyung, you aren’t blind, but now that his hungry eyes watched you getting off on your boyfriend’s fingers was probably the hottest thing.

“Jimin,” You whine and Jimin bites his lip, “take it out. Show me.” You gasp as Taehyung inserts two of his fingers into your cunt, thrusting harshly. Jimin quickly unbuttoned his jeans and boxers, pulling his hard length out. You lick your lips at the sight of it, hard and red, precum dripping from the tip.

Taehyung didn’t like the attention you were giving Jimin, but hearing your moans and whines was turning him on. He couldn’t help it when it came to you. His cock fully hard in his jeans was begging for some kind of relief.

Jimin grips his cock, pumping his hand up and down and twisting his wrist when it reaches the tip. He was a moaning mess at this point - face flushed and eyes switching between Taehyung’s hand in your pants and your face.

Taehyung knew that their time was limited, even though he did pay the operation guy for a few extra minutes at the top so he could tourture Jimin, so he pulled his hands out of your pants - despite your protest of how close you were- and quickly pulled down his pants and boxers.

“Get up here baby.”

You shiver and scramble to climb into Taehyung’s lap, going to face him, but he turns you around to face Jimin, who has slowed down his hand.

Taehyung didn’t even say a word as he lifts you up and sinks you down on his cock, groaning at your tightness as you moan loudly. The stretch and feeling makes you feel euphoric.

Taehyung’s name fell off your lips as he began thrusting his hips up into you, his speed never wavering. Jimin quickens his pace to match Taehyung, watching as his dick disappears into your sweet pussy, something he wishes he could be doing, but the visual was the best he could get.

The sounds of skin meeting skin mixes with your moans and Jimin’s grunts, filling the whole small area. The sexual sound and Taehyung’s thrusts against your g-spot pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“Taehyung!” You scream as you cum hard around his cock, Taehyung continues to thrust into you, helping you through your orgasm. He and Jimin weren’t far behind, Jimin cumming all over his hand and Taehyung deep inside of you.

The movement of the Ferris Wheel pulls all of you out of your post orgasm state. You were getting closer to the ground. Quickly you hop off of Taehyung’s dick to fix your appearance, Jimin and Taehyung doing the same.

By the time you did reach the bottom, you were more presentable, but it was obvious to everyone what had just conspired on the Ferris Wheel. You couldn’t bring yourself to care though and later on you would give Taehyung such a beating for exposing you like that in front of your best friend, but for now you just wanted to go home and clean up.

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Perfect Warm Up || knj & ksj

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader x Kim Seokjin

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Unprotected sex (plz be safe guys), masturbation

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AN: Thank you for requesting! This is my first Joon and Jin smut ever so I hope it is okay :)

“Jin. You HAVE to stop pacing.”

Namjoon rubs at his temples as his boyfriend paces back and forth in front of them. Tonight was their first concert in over a year and it was an online concert to boot. To say the boys were nervous was an understatement. 

Usually you would be there to comfort them, more so Jin than Namjoon, but you seemed to be nowhere in sight.

“I can’t stop, Namjoon! I’m nervous. More than nervous! It’s been so long and and what if I mess up? What if I forget a step? Or a line?”

Namjoon quickly gets up from his seat and rubs at Jim’s arm, trying to calm his boyfriend down. You were usually the best at the, but once again Namjoon was reminded that you weren’t here.

“Hey hey, look at- Jin look at me!”

Jin’s eyes find Namjoon’s and he can tell he’s trying to remain calm, but Jin could see how worried he was on the inside. Nonetheless Jin was grateful for him.

“You aren’t going to mess up.” Namjoon smiles, his dimples on full display. “You are going to be great out there! ARMY are going to love you no matter what.”

“I agree.”

Both males turn to see you standing in the doorway of their dressing room, arms crossed over your chest and a soft smile on your face.

“Y/n!” Jin cheers and Namjoon sighs in relief.

You shut the door behind you and cross the room to your two men, kisses each on the lips as a greeting.

“I was worried you weren’t going to make it.”

“And miss our lucky warm up? No way.”

You smirk, ghosting your fingers over Jin’s half hard cock. “And it seems that baby needs it first.”

Jin sighs out, loving your touch. “Please Y/n.”

“Of course, Jinnie, let me show you just how amazing you’ll be out there.” Your eyes move from Jin to Namjoon. “You too Joonie.”

With a smile, you lead both boys over to the couch and sit on Jin’s lap, loving his feel of his now fully hardened cock underneath your clothed pussy. God you couldn’t wait to feel him stretch you so good. You rock your hips back and forth, slowly grinding down into him.

Jin groans at the feeling, his hand on your bare thigh starts inching up towards your skirt.

“Please, Y/n. We don’t have much time.” Jin leans forward to capture your lips with his, his skilled figures slipping past your panties, circling his finger on your clit. You moan into his mouth and grind against his hands.

“Fuck Jin..” You bite your lip, attempting to stay quiet, but with Jin’s fingers slowly pushing you higher and Namjoon’s eyes never leaving you, it was hard. 

Sex with these two was always amazing, but right before a show was something different entirely. Usually whichever one was having the most nerves, usually Jin, you would take care of them whether it be with your mouth or your cunt.

Namjoon was sitting beside you two, his cock out of pants already and his hand stroking himself. “Go on Jin,” he grunts and licks his lips, “Like you said, we don’t have much time. Fuck her nice and hard.”

You shiver at Namjoon’s commanding tone, your mouth watering at the sight of him. God Namjoon always looks so hot when he is bossing you around.

Jin nods and you help him with his buckle, quickly taking his cock out of his pants. You spit into your hand and give his cock a few strokes, licking your lips as Jin’s face contorts into one of pure pleasure.

You push aside your panties and, very reluctantly, remove Jin’s fingers from your soaking cunt, suppressing a whine because you knew soon his thick cock would stretch out your walls in all the best ways.

Gripping his cock, you line it up at your entrance and slowly sink down, crying out at the feeling of Jin stretching your cunt.

“Ah!” Jin grunts, his fingers digging into your hips as you finally take all of him. You lean forward, your head resting on Jin’s broad shoulders and watch as Namjoon’s hand pumps his hard cock faster, grunts and groans falling from his lips. 

“Go on.” Namjoon licks his lips, eyeing where you and Jin are connected. “Move.”

You shiver as you lift your hips so just the tip of Jin’s cock was still inside before thrusting yourself back down on him, crying out loudly as the euphoric feeling washes over you.

“Fuck!” Jin moans, thrusting his hips up to match your fast pace.

Over and over again, his cock hits that sweet bundle on nerves that made you see stars. Your mewls and whines in Jin’s ear just spur him on. Faster and faster he went and the closer you got to your end.

Your eyes lock with Namjoon’s, silently pleading to cum. You weren’t allowed to until he said so, that had always been the rule and one you followed with little to no complaints.

“Cum.” Namjoon commands.

You scream as the coil inside you snaps, Jin not far behind you as your walls squeeze him tightly, painting your insides a creamy white and Namjoon shortly follows.

All that could be heard throughout the room was heavy pants and you were hoping for a little cuddle session before they had to go perform, but when a loud knock sounded from the door you knew you weren’t going to get that.

“If you are done there, we have a concert to perform!” Yoongi angrily snaps from the other side of the door.

“He’s right,” You lift yourself off of Jin’s lap, whimpering a little at the loss of him and sitting on the couch, “You two go. I’ll clean up. You’ll do amazing out there I just know it.”

Namjoon and Jin smile and quickly get redressed, kissing you goodbye as they leave the room and off to perform. You smile at your boys and lay down on the couch to try and get some sleep since you know they are going to want celebratory sex after the concert is over.

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Apple Bottom Jeans || pjm

Summary: CEO Park Jimin decides he wants a night to relax and there was no better time than on his birthday and at his favorite strip joint. Luckily for him you were preforming and offering him a special birthday treat.

Pairing: CEO!Park Jimin x Stripper!Reader

Genre: Mature (18+)

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Stripping, unprotected sex (plz be safe), riding, overstimulation, some dirty talk, Jimin flirts with Tae a little, uhhh what else? I’m not sure. I think I got everything. If not plz let me know.

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An: Happy Birthday Jimin!

With the amount of papers sitting on Jimin’s desk he swore his head was spinning.

It was his 25th birthday and for some reason he was still working at the office. Everyone would think that owning the company would come with the perk of not working on your birthday or at least not until almost 9 pm.

Well it didn’t work that way when everyone below you was absolute idiots.

Jimin takes off his glasses and rubs at the bridge of his nose. He was really about to lose his shit.

So he decides ‘you know what? Fuck it!’ and starts packing his things. Jimin just wanted ONE day to relax and his birthday was going to be the perfect opportunity and with no wife or girlfriend to go home to, Jimin knew exactly where to go.

He just hopes he was lucky enough that you were working.

Jimin smirks at the thought of you, the expert stripper that wiggled her way into his heart and his dreams. The amount of wet dreams he had about you was more than he could count on both of his hands.

You were a sex goddess and in there Jimin was nothing but your loyal servant, offering as much money to you as he could without bankrupting his entire company.

Now Jimin was more eager than ever to get the hell out of the office. He wants - no needs - to see you. Quickly, Jimin turns off his office light and makes his way out to his car.

Once he got to Dancing Fever, Jimin was escorted to his usual VIP seat, front and center of the stage. He situated himself as the waiter brought him his drink.

“It’s like you always know, Taehyung.”

Taehyung shakes his head, placing the drink on the table with a knowing smirk.

“I could say the same to you, Mr. Park. Apple is the last girl of the night.”

“Well what am I to say? When my girl is on I have to be here to cheer her on.”

It was no secret to the staff here that Jimin was infatuated with you, but they also knew he was harmless and their best paying customer, not just tipping the girls well - you especially well - but also tipping whatever waiter he had for the night a pretty penny as well.

Indulging in his whims every now and then wouldn’t hurt.

“What brings you tonight, Mr. Park?”

Jimin waves his hand dismissively. “Jimin.”

Taehyung always insists on calling him Mr. Park no matter how many times Jimin tells him otherwise. Jimin felt close to Taehyung, like they were really good friends, but Taehyung once told him that the owner had spoken to him on several occasions to treat all customers equally.

Last names only. Nothing person. Just business.

“You know I can’t, Mr. Park.” Taehyung shakes his head.

“I know, but it was worth a shot. Anyway,” Jimin downs his drink in one go, enjoying the burn in the back of his throat, “It’s my birthday today and I sure as hell didn’t want to spend it in the office. So I’ve come hoping to see my favorite girl and guy.”

Jimin winks at Taehyung, the taller male’s face flushing a pretty shade of pink. If Jimin wasn’t so into you, he would have gone for Taehyung. He was quite the looker, with a charming smile and alluring eyes.

And an ass to boot.

Jimin has always been an ass man.

Taehyung nods and takes his leave, going to the back room where you were getting dressed for your night.

Tonight you requested the song “low” by flo rida and had dressed very appropriately with a white bralette, apple bottom jeans, and some boots with fur trimming.

Your hair was tied up into a ponytail and your makeup was a little more on the flashy side.

You looked amazing and Taehyung secretly wishes that it was just for him.

“Hey Tae!” You smile, walking over to him and hugging his chest. “How’s it looking out there?”

“Your CEO is here. Says it’s his birthday.”

“It’s Jimin’s birthday? Huh… I didn’t know that.”

Of course you didn’t, how would you? The only time you saw him was when he was handing you money to take off your clothes. Still he did it with class.

“Other than Jimin?”

“It’s pretty packed. They all want to see their Apple.”

You scoff at the stage name given to you because of your ass. Really you should have been named peach, but it was taken. Then you think of Jimin. The sexy CEO that seems to almost go bankrupt every time he comes.

He must be into you right?

Maybe for his birthday you could give him a special treat.

You just hope you didn’t misjudge him.

Quickly, you tell Taehyung your plan and while he does grimace, he agrees to help.

Jimin was just about done with his second drink when Taehyung came out of the back.

“Miss me?” Jimin teases.

“Actually, Apple wants to see you in the VIP section. I told her it was your birthday and she wants to give you a special show as a present.”

A special show? That was rare considering you refuse to do private shows for anyone. Jimin knows. He tried to request one once. The bouncer told him flat out that you didn’t do that and Jimin understood.

So for you to do this for him was an extremely pleasant surprise.

Quickly, Jimin follows Taehyung from his seat, past a few dancers, and to a big red door with a gold VIP sign hanging above it. Past the red door was a bunch of other doors lined on both sides of the room to lead into the different VIP rooms.

Taehyung leads Jimin to the very last door, holding it open. “It’ll just be a minute.” And then Taehyung leaves.

Inside the VIP room was extremely fancy, as to be expected. Red velvet walls, black carpet, a comfy looking black couch, champagne in a bucket of ice with a few wine glasses, and in the center was a stage with a pole.

“Wow.” Jimin awes at the room and didn’t seem to notice there was a second door and that you were walking through.

You smile while watching him, amused by his interest in the room. He was a CEO of a big company, he must have seen his share of fancy looking rooms yet he seems to be so fascinated by the feel of the leather couch.

“Like it?”

Your voice made Jimin turn. He bites his plush lips when he sees your outfit. God you were beautiful. Like someone took their sweet time hand crafting you.

“I think I like you better.”

“Always the charmer.” You smile and make your way over to Jimin, running your fingers down his arm before effortlessly climbing up onto the stage.

Jimin licks his lips as he takes his seat across from the stage, his eyes never leaving you.

“I heard it was your birthday.”

“You heard right, 25.”

“25? And you’re a CEO?! That’s impressive.”

Jimin chuckles, shrugging nonchalantly. “What can I say? I’m an impressive man.”

That he was and you wanted to find out what else he could do. You grip the pole just thinking about it.

“Well since it is your birthday and this is a special treat, you can touch as much as you like.”

Jimin cocks an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his face. No one was allowed to touch the dancers, ever, it was one of the rules the club enforced heavily. The last guy that touched a girl not only got a bloody nose from said girl, but the security was brutal when they threw him out.

That girl was you.

So for you to allow Jimin to touch you as much as he likes was a big privilege and one he would not take for granted.

Music pulls Jimin out of his thoughts, his smirk widening when he hears Low come over the speakers, but his jaw drops as he watches you bend over, ass in the air with the words Apple Bottom across your cheeks.

Jimin groans, feeling all his blood rushing down south.

You start dancing to the beat of the music, twirling around the pole with ease, dropping down low, and everything in between. Jimin shifts in his seat, the strain of his hard cock against his slacks getting a little uncomfortable.

And then the first piece of your clothes come off.

Your bralette.

Your bare breasts were free and Jimin could see how hard your nipples were. What he wouldn’t give to wrap his lips around them.

Slowly, you start moving from the stage and over to him, caging him on the couch with your arms, your breast now in his face.

Jimin licks his lips and before he could bring his hand up to cup them, you turn around and bend over, now your perfect ass now inches away from his face.

That was the breaking point for Jimin. He has been envisioned touching your ass since the moment he saw you on stage. Growling low in his throat, Jimin grips both your ass cheeks in his hands, savoring the feel of his hands against the denim.

You gasp and shiver. His rough hands feel so good and they were just on the outside of your pants, you could only imagine the electric feeling it would make if he touched your skin.

“Jimin~” You whine as Jimin continues to knead his fingers into your ass cheeks, the song long forgotten.

“Look at you. So perfect.”

You whimper as one of Jimin’s hands slips from your ass to your cunt, rubbing his fingers along the rough material, swearing that he could feel just how wet you are through your jeans.

You grind your hips against his fingers, hoping to feel the sweet relief they would offer, but just as you do Jimin removes both hands from your body completely.

You were about to turn around to see what happened, but instead were met with a harsh slap on your left cheek. You let out a loud gasp, followed by a moan.

“God I’ve been imagining this ass in my face since I first saw you on stage. It helps that you’re cute too.”

You let out a laugh at his comment, but was quickly cut off by Jimin landing a smack against your other cheek. Usually you weren’t one for spanking, but when he did it.

You couldn’t get enough of it.

Jimin rubs at the place he hit before lightly tapping it this time, signaling you to stand straight. “I want these off, Dollface.”

Obeying him right away, you shuck off your boots first and then your pants, tossing them to the stage behind you. Jimin licks his lips at the fact you didn’t wear any panties. Usually if you were going on stage you would, but this is exactly what you were hoping for when you decided to give your little CEO his birthday gift.

Jimin palms himself through his black dress slacks, groaning at the feeling.

“Naughty girl.” Jimin chuckles and pulls you onto his lap, thrusting his hips up into your wet cunt. “Not wearing any panties? Hmmm? Was this what you wanted, darling?”

You whimper, hiding your face in Jimin’s neck. Of course this was what you wanted and Jimin knew it.

And he couldn’t have been happier.

“Please, Jimin.” You whine.

Jimin hums, leaning back away from you. “You know what you want, darling. Go on.”

Not wanting to waste any time, you quickly undo Jimin’s buckle and work on his zipper. Every moment that he wasn't inside you seems to feel like torture, especially because you could feel just how hard he was underneath you.

Finally freeing his cock from his slacks, you moan at the sight and feel of him in your hands. While he wasn’t that long, the girth of him made your insides clench around nothing and your mouth water.

“Well?” Jimin purrs. “Go on. Don’t be shy, baby.”

You lift your hips and sink yourself down onto Jimin’s cock. You moan out at the stretch, the burn feeling euphoric. Jimin groans, his head falling back. You were so warm and tight that Jimin feared he wouldn’t last long inside of you.

Gripping his broad shoulders, you bounce up and down on his cock, moaning each time he was buried deep inside. Jimin digs his fingers into your hips, thrusting his hips up to match your pace.

“Ah shit- fuck you’re so tight, baby!” Jimin groans.

You cry out as Jimin hits that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Thrust after thrust, you were getting closer and closer to the edge.

Jimin watches as you close your eyes and lose yourself. God you were beautiful and he reminds himself to take a shot and ask you out after this, but for now he’s focusing on making you cum.

Angling his hips, Jimin thrusts into you like a mad man, trying to push his own end off by thinking about anything except how amazing you feel and the fucked out look on your face.

You scream as your orgasm washes over you in waves, digging your nails into Jimin’s shoulders causing him to hiss at the pain. Jimin only slows his hips for a little bit to let you come down from your high, but the moment he sees you start to calm down, he lifts you off his cock and turns you around, pushing you down onto the table in front of him with your ass high into the air.

Jimin licks his lips at your perfect ass and throbbing cunt, savoring the sound of your pants throughout the quiet room, music long since stopped.

“J Jimin?” You try to look behind you, but the moment you try Jimin’s hand comes down harshly on your left cheek. You whine at the feeling. “W what are yo- AHH!”

A moan tears through your throat as Jimin grabs your hips and bottoms out in one swift thrust, his hips unleashing everything he was holding back.

You cry and shake your head, the pain of your sensitive pussy becoming a little too much.

“Jimin! Jimin!” His name falls off your lips in a plea, whether to stop or keep going, you weren’t sure as the pain soon turns into blinding pleasure.

“That’s right,” Jimin grunts, never slowing his pace, “Cry out my name! Let everyone know just who’s bitch you really are. Who owns this pussy, Y/n?”

You’ve lost the ability to even speak, let alone say anything coherent, your mouth gaping open in a silent scream.

“Say it!” Jimin commands and smacks his hand against your ass, “WHO owns this pussy?”

“You! Only you Jimin!” You cry out as your second orgasm hits you, faster and harder than the last.

The sudden tightness of your cunt pushes Jimin right over his edge, releasing his cum into your tight hole, an animalistic growl falling from his lips.

Jimin pulls out of you, falling back onto the couch and pulling you with him to sit on his lap. You whine at the sensitivity when your pussy brushes against his leg.

“So.” You speak up after finally able to find your voice. “Like your birthday gift?”

Jimin chuckles, running his fingers over your back mindlessly, loving how lean into him. “I did. Maybe we can continue this back at my penthouse and then maybe I could take you out to breakfast.”

“Really?”

“It would be my after birthday wish to spend the morning with you, Y/n.”

You smile and nod your head, leaning in to kiss Jimin softly.

For Jimin, this was the best birthday ever.

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Dirty Translator || jjk

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (ft Kim Namjoon)

Warning: Dirty talk duh

Word count: 974

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Sleep was almost within his reach. Namjoon was snuggled up under his blanket, finally able to get comfortable, when Jungkook burned through the door yelling for help.

“Hyung!” Jungkook cries, running and jumping on Namjoon’s bed, just barely avoiding landing on him. “Help!”

Namjoon groans and throws his blanket over his head, pretending he didn’t hear the whining younger. Maybe, just maybe, he would take the hint and go away, but when Jungkook rips the blanket off of him, Namjoon knew he wasn’t going to be that lucky.

Rolling his eyes, Namjoon finally sits up.

“What?”

“Hyung! I need your help!”

Namjoon rubs at his temples. All he wanted was to sleep, but seeing how riled up Jungkook is, he knows that won’t be happening any time soon.

“With?”

Suddenly a phone was thrust into Namjoon’s face, the light temporarily blinding him. Once his eyes adjusted, Namjoon saw something he REALLY didn’t want to.

On this screen was a very personal picture of your body and a text.

You: Talk dirty to me bby😘

“What do I say?!” Jungkook cries.

Namjoon groans, pushing the phone and Jungkook away from him. Why? Why did he have to come to him for this? Jungkook was by no means a virgin, so what gives?

“Tell her what you want. You know,” Namjoon lays back down and reaches for his blanket again, “sexually.”

Jungkook huffs, pulling the blanket further away from Namjoon.

“I get THAT, but I don’t know how to say or type it in English! It’s been hard enough trying to text her!”

Jungkook, as much as he likes studying and learning new things, was the worst at speaking or understanding English. It was part of the reason Namjoon was curious as to why Jungkook asked you out in the first place.

Then again seeing that picture of your perfect breasts and banging body, he might understand a bit more.

Sitting back up, Namjoon stares at Jungkook. “Okay? So how do I factor into this?”

“Help me by translating!” Jungkook’s eyes shine hopefully.

“Help you… translate dirty talk?” Jungkook nods frantically while Namjoon just continues to stare at him. “You want me to help you sext your girlfriend?”

It honestly wasn’t the weirdest thing Namjoon has done for his band mates, but it was definitely up there. This was about to get real awkward real quick.

“Alright.” Namjoon agrees, adjusting himself to get comfortable on the bed. “What do you want to tell her?”

Jungkook fidgets, which is amazing considering his request and how adamant he was about it, and readjusts himself as well.

“That ummm…” Jungkook looks up at the ceiling, his bunny teeth chewing on his bottom lip. When he figures out what to say, Jungkook excitedly looks back at Namjoon. “That I want to kiss every inch of her! Starting with her neck, down to her perfect breasts, and lower and lower until I finally reach her sweet cunt.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen. He had never heard Jungkook talk so vulgar before, but what was he expecting when he agreed to help him translate.

Honestly it wasn’t that.

Slowly, Namjoon starts saying everything in English back to Jungkook, stopping occasionally to tell him how to spell certain words, but he could tell that Jungkook was getting frustrated.

“Gah!” Jungkook cries, running his hands furiously through his hair before shoving the phone into Namjoon’s hand. “You type it!”

This just got ten times more weird, but oh well.

Namjoon quickly types what Jungkook wants in English and presses send.

“So what brought this around?”

While they were waiting, Namjoon might as well ask.

“It just kinda happened. We were saying how much we missed each other and then she sent the picture… Wait did you see the picture?”

Namjoon nods. He wasn’t about to lie. Jungkook groans and covers his face with his hands, his ears a bright red.

“Y/n is going to kill me.”

“She’s definitely going to kill you once she finds out you were using me as a translator to dirty talk.”

“S shut up!”

Namjoon laughs at the younger’s misfortune for only a second before the phone pings.

You: I like the sound of that~ god I’m so wet for you Jungkook

Namjoon cringes and swears he will never be able to look at you the same again.

“What did she say? What did she say?”

“‘I like the sound of that. God I’m so wet for you Jungkook.’”

The words left an off taste in Namjoon’s mouth and Jungkook thought it was weird hearing his Hyung say it, but that lasted all of two seconds. Immediately after he imagined you saying it and it had a completely different effect on him.

Jungkook groans, his head falling back at the thought of you sitting on your bed, completely naked, soaking wet for him and only him.

He had completely forgotten that Namjoon was even in the room. All he could think about was you.

Namjoon on the other hand was hyper aware of what was going on and he didn’t know how much longer he could take this.

“Tell her to show me.” Jungkook growls.

“What?!”

“Tell. Her. To. Show. Me.”

Namjoon’s face flushed at the pure list dripping from each word. He didn’t know why he was getting a little turned on, but if this is what you went through every time you had sex, it was amazing you were alive.

Jungkook seems to radiate pure sex energy and while it distracted him for a second, Namjoon quickly types the response.

Seconds later your name pops up on screen, wanting to FaceTime.

“I it’s,” Namjoon coughs, “it’s for you.”

Jungkook snatches the phone and leaves without so much as a goodbye. Namjoon lays back down on the bed and thinks about what happened.

And why he was now hard.

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Hallmark Holidays || jhs

🎄Summary: After a terrible break up, your best friend convinces you to go back to your home town. Only problem was you hadn’t been back in seven years and your ex boyfriend was still there and you kinda sort of still have feelings for him.

🎅🏻Genre: Fluff, Angst, Exs to Lovers au

🤶🏻Word Count: 7.1k

❄Warnings: Just some cursing, a little sexual innuendos, but nothing bad

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AN: This means it’s a flashback. The ending isn’t the best, but I am pretty happy with it. Sorry it’s past Christmas, but I hope everyone had a amazing holidays!

“If you do not release the ice cream, Jimin, I swear to GOD I’ll eat you!”

“Kinky.”

“Aahh!”

All you wanted to do was drown your sorrows in mint chocolate chip ice cream, but your oh so lovely best friend seemed to be having none of it.

“Jimin.” You warn. “I’m going to count to three.”

“Really?”

“One.”

“Oh come on you’re a grown woman!”

“Two.”

“You don’t even like mint chocolate chip!”

“Two and a half.”

“For god’s sake!”

Jimin hands you back the tub of ice cream and you cheer, feeling victorious no matter how childish your method was. Taking your spoon, you scoop up the ice cream and eat it, severing the nasty minty taste.

Jimin was right, you didn’t like mint chocolate chip, but it was Sean’s favorite and you missed him.

It had only been 2 months, 3 weeks, 2 day, 10 hours, and 67 seconds since the break up, but you were still feeling the effects of it.

You loved Sean.

You wanted to marry him.

But he wanted the waitress Paula.

He got her and you were left all alone to consume pint after pint of an ice cream that you didn’t even like.

Jimin sighs and plops down beside you, side eyeing you and your ice cream bucket, but you just shrug him off and continue eating. Poor Jimin has been trying for a while now to cheer you up, but considering you were dumped right before Christmas you were very rightfully upset.

“What?” You ask, mouth full of ice cream.

“You need to stop,” Jimin motions to you, “whatever this is. Sean is gone and it sucks I know, but come on! He was boring! He never laughed at my jokes.”

“Have you ever considered that you just ar-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. I am funny.”

“Yeah funny looking.” You grumble and Jimin glares at you.

“Anyway! It’s been two months - and don’t say the weeks, days, and seconds cause I know you can you weirdo - and it’s December! The month of love~” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, “you need to get back out there and stop moping.”

You shrug, putting the now empty container of ice cream on the ground next to another empty container and grab your blanket to hide under, something you always did when you were sad.

“I like moping.”

From the security of your blanket you could hear Jimin sigh and then some rustling around beside you, most likely he was gathering up your mess and leaving to throw it away.

Jimin was right and you knew you wouldn’t be moping around since December was one of your busiest months at the bakery. Everybody wanted Christmas cookies, cakes, and a surprising amount of fruit cakes and you were the one they turned to.

You always wanted to own your own bakery, ever since you were a kid, and now that you had it it was a dream come true and you were happy, before the break up that is. 

You did everything you could to achieve this.

You left your hometown to move to the city. Your parents, your friends, but most of all you left Hoseok.

Jung Hoseok was your high school boyfriend and back then your best friend. He was your number one supporter and the one that got away, but while he wanted to stay in town, you wanted to move to the city.

So on graduation day you said goodbye to Hoseok for the last time and never looked back.

That was seven years ago.

“Hey!” Jimin calls, “What is a ‘Chesterfield Holiday Bake Off’?”

You flinch at the name of the bake off you participated every year up until you left. Even now your parents send you an invitation to participate in the hopes that you’ll come home, but of course you don’t. 

“It’s nothing!” You yell back and hope that Jimin would just leave it at that, but as the blanket flew off your body, due to Jimin’s nosey ass being impatient, you knew he wasn’t going to.

“Did you know you are a terrible liar? Now what is this?” Jimin waves a very Christmassy card in your face.

You groan, sitting up and snatch the card from his hand. “It’s just a bake off my home town puts on every Christmas. I participated in it every year up until I left.”

“This is the mysterious past I don’t know about? How long ago did you leave?”

“Seven years ago. Right after my high school graduation.”

“Have you ever been back?” You shake your head. “That makes sense because I’ve never seen you take a vacation or even leave the city. So why don’t you go back? I’m sure your parents miss you.”

You shrug. “Just didn’t have the time plus too many memories and I don’t want to feel anymore heart break, now can I please have the blanket back?”

“No way!” Jimin made sure to keep the blanket far out of your grabby reach, “Spill.”

“Jimin!”

“Young lady I will count to three.”

“You can’t use that! That’s my tactic!”

“One.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

“Two.”

“It’s nothing interesting anyway!”

“Two and a half.”

“Fine!” You shout. “Just sit down and shut up.”

Jimin makes a happy sound and jumps onto your bed, sending you up into the air. He laughs as you glare at him.

“When I was in middle school-”

“That’s not high school! I thought we were starting there!” Jimin whines.

“And I thought I said to shut up. It’s my story I’ll start wherever I want.”

Jimin nods, his hands raised in defense. “Sorry.”

“Good. Now when I was in middle school I met this boy. His name was Jung Hoseok and I hated him at first because he stole my animal crackers - don’t look at me like that! It’s a legit reason for someone to get mad! - and that rivalry went on for a few years.”

“It wasn’t even a rivalry. What are you 2?”

“Shut up. We were 13 at the time but it still meant a lot to me, okay.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Whatever.” You mock him, “But it was high school that I got to know him. He really liked dance, was really loud, but very funny. He was my best friend and then our sophomore year we started dating. We dated all the way up to graduation.”

“So what happened?”

You frown, remembering the conversation you had with him on Christmas night seven years ago.

“What do you mean you want to break up? Why?”

Hoseok tries to grab your hand, but you pull away from him, scared that if he touched you, you wouldn’t be able to follow through.

“I’m leaving for the city to go to college and I know you won’t come with me.”

“The city? W when did you decide that?”

You could feel the tears already starting to fall and Hoseok is quick to wipe them away no matter how hard you try to keep a distance between the two of you.

“Hoseok! Please!”

“No! Not until you talk to me! When did you decide? I thought we were going to college here and move in together.”

“L last month when I got accepted for the pastry college of my dreams… I never thought I would get in, but the acceptance letter came and I I had to go.”

Hoseok was quiet for a long time, his face morphing from one of sadness to one of disappointment and then to just understanding, a small smile gracing his lips making your heart clench and cry out to him.

“I get it. It’s your dream and who am I to get in the way of that? I love you y/n, but…”

“But this is goodbye.” You lean over to kiss his cheek one last time before running back to your parents, collapsing into tears the moment you got to your mom.

“I told him goodbye and never looked back.”

You looked up to see the wheels in Jimin’s head turning, already getting the feeling that this wasn’t going to be a good sign. Jimin always had a knack for getting you into all sorts of trouble and right now that was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Welp!” He finally says, springing up to his feet and grabbing your hands, tugging you out of bed. “That settles it! You’ll close up shop for the holidays and go back to see your family! You can even join the bake off!”

“What! N no way! I can’t go back! B besides I also can’t close up the shop for the holidays, it’s my busiest time!”

“I’m sure the customers will understand. Just the other day, Miss Hannigan, that chatty bitch, was saying that you work too hard and I agree.”

“No Jimin. I’m not going and that’s final.”

How the hell Jimin got you in his car for three hours was beyond you. One minute you were attempting to stand your ground and the next he basically had you tied up, packed, and already called your mother.

“I still don’t get how you got me into this.”

“Well my last boyfriend was into-”

“AH LALALA I don’t want to hear about that!”

“You asked.” Jimin huffed.

“I really didn’t though.”

“Whatever. Now direct me, woman!”

You roll your eyes and point ahead of you. “There should be an exit coming soon. Then you’ll take a left and voila there is Chesterfield.”

“I’ve never heard of this town before now.”

“No one has.” You shake your head. “It’s barely even on the map.”

The moment Jimin takes the last left, you see your old town once again in years. So many memories flooded your mind as you drove down the roads, directing Jimin to your old home.

You passed by Carl’s ice cream shop, the place where you had your first date with Hoseok, it was close to your house and always had the best ice cream even on the coldest days.

Then you passed by the old football field. You smile remembering when Hoseok climbed up the goals on a dare and was too scared to come down. 

They had to call the fire department and that was the first night you told him you loved him. You said it kind of to calm him down and stop his blubbering, but of course you meant it.

And finally you pulled into the driveway of your old house, two stories and looking like the perfect American dream house, white picket fence and all, though one peg was missing because you got so mad at Hoseok one day that you kicked it in. Ass hat had ditched you for Selena Fera, yeah it was before you were dating, but it didn’t make you any less jealous.

“So this is where you grew up.”

You nod, unbuckling your seatbelt and open the door. “Yeah.”

You didn’t know what else to say because you couldn’t believe that you were really there after all these years. Honestly you were more scared than excited.

Jimin could sense your hesitation. He knew this must be difficult for you, but it would also be very good for you to see your family again.

Getting out of the car, Jimin walks over to you, reaching out to rub your arms. “Hey, look at me. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.”

You smile and hug Jimin tightly, sighing happily as he started stroking your hair. Jimin and you have had a very touchy close friendship, even when you first met in freshman year in college he would hug you, hold your hand, kiss your cheek goodbye and for the longest time you thought he had a crush on you, which you didn’t want to happen since your breakup with Hoseok was still fresh, but turns out he was just overly friendly.

It also helped that he was extremely gay, but that was beside the point.

“Y/n?” You hum in response. “There is some guy staring at us and while he is super cute, it’s a bit weird.”

A guy? Was it maybe one of your brothers? You pull back from Jimin to turn around and froze when you see the guy he was talking about.

Definitely not one of your brothers.

Hoseok stood there wide eyed, seemingly frozen in time as he continued to stare at you and Jimin. He looked so different, but at the same time he hadn’t changed a bit.

His hair was still brown, but it was a little longer than you remember and he had put in blonde highlights. The glasses he always wore seemed to have been replaced with contacts, but he still wore a dorky Christmas sweater, like he did every December.

He had one for every day of the month, he loved them so much, but this one you recognized as half of a couple sweater you bought him while you were dating. It was red with green trimming, snowflakes, mistletoe and candy canes, but in the middle of his chest was a happy looking Mickey Mouse wearing a Christmas hat.

You had the same one except you had Minnie Mouse with a white and red bow on yours. You hadn’t seen that sweater in years which made sense because you left it here when you left. Too many memories of the two of you in those sweaters.

You couldn’t even find the words to greet him, you just stood there, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Y/n?” Jimin shakes you and you blink, trying to gather yourself.

“H Hoseok! Hi. It’s been…”

“A while, yeah.” He finished. “How have you been?”

“Good! Good…”

“Awkward… OW!” Jimin rubs his arm where you punched him. “What! It is.”

“Doesn’t mean you get to comment on it.” You turn to Hoseok. “Sorry about him.”

“It’s okay. You two seem happy together.” You didn’t miss the hint of bitterness in his voice, but it was quickly drowned out by the sound of Jimin gagging.

“ME dating HER?! No way!”

“Wha- hey! What’s wrong with dating me?!”

“Well for starters you take forever in the shower.”

You continued bickering with Jimin over reasons not to date you. It went on for so long that you didn’t even notice your brother had come up behind you guys.

“Y/n!” You turn around at the sound of your brother’s voice, now ignoring Jimin, “Taehy- What the fuck are you wearing?”

Taehyung looked down at his outfit, one eyebrow raised. “What do you mean? I think I look amazing. Thank you very much.”

While yes he did, he also looked extremely ridiculous. His hair was longer than you remember, blonder too, slick back with only a few strands falling out of place, but what really got you the most was the fact that he was wearing the most outrageous suit and tie you had ever seen.

It was like an ugly Christmas sweater, red and green striped with Christmas trees, reindeers, and snowflakes, but turn it into a suit with a matching tie.

“Mom got it for me.”

You nod. “That makes a lot of sense.”

“Whatever.” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Now come here and give your brother a hug! I haven’t seen you in years!”

It had been years and honestly you did miss your brother. That was one of the many things you regretted about leaving and taking so long to reach back out to them, but out of everyone, Taehyung understood why you hadn’t. 

Rushing over, you wrap your arms around Taehyung’s waist, burying your head into his chest and enjoying the feeling of him. Taehyung hugged you tightly as if he was afraid you would disappear at any moment.

“I missed you sis.” He whispers.

“I missed you more.”

“Ahem,” You both looked over to Jimin who was still standing there with Hoseok, “Hi. I’m Jimin, Y/n didn’t tell me she had an attractive brother.” You groan as Jimin shakes Taehyung’s hand.

Taehyung chuckles shyly, “Thanks, but she doesn’t talk about me much. I’m Taehyung and I see you’ve met Hoseok.”

“Speaking of, what brings you over here Hoseok? If my memory is correct you live a few streets over.” You release Taehyung, making sure to keep Jimin a good distance away from your brother.

Hoseok blinks, surprised you remember that about him, but he just lifts up two bags he was holding instead.

“Your mom asked me to bring over some ingredients for dinner. She couldn’t go out to get them and she said she was having a lot of guests over tonight, but…” He paused, his eyes shifting between you and Jimin, “She didn’t tell me you were coming. If I had known I would have picked up that sparkling cider you love.”

Your cheeks flush. Would he really have if he knew? How could he just say such nice things after you left and never returned? Here you were feeling awkward, but he was as warm and welcoming as ever.

“Sorry about her, here I’ll take those.” You reach for the bags, but Hoseok instantly moves them out of your reach, a soft smile on his face.

“No no! She asked me, besides you need to bring your luggage in.”

You huff because you knew he was right and he wouldn’t let you help. It was always his thing, stubborn till the end.

“Alright fine.” You make your way over to the trunk of the car, popping it open to grab your bags.

Jimin helped you grab everything and haul everything inside and in your mind you mentally prepared to see your parents after all these years.

The next few days weren’t as bad as you thought they would be.

Your parents welcomed you with welcoming arms, plus a few dozen tears from your mom, you met your brother’s husband Yoongi, and all in all you were having a fun time.

“I still can’t believe you are really here, Y/n.” Your mom smiled, scooting closer to you. “I was starting to fear I would never see you again.”

You chuckle a little awkwardly, “Yeah I’m sorry. The bakery has been really really busy.”

“Too busy to at least send a postcard? Or a text?”

“Taehyung I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Yeah but-”

“Shush! Anyway I’m sorry mom.”

Your mom waved her hand, her smile causing wrinkles to form in the most endearing way. “It’s alright really! Say why don’t you all go down to the rink and skate? I know it was your favorite growing up.”

She was right, it was your favorite thing to do during winter. You have been going since you were four and then when you started dating Hoseok he would take you there all the time and sometimes he would even bring his little sister. Sure she was two or three, but they like to teach them to skate young around here.

Jimin leaned over. “This place has an ice skating rink?”

You shake your head. “No it’s not really an ice skating rink. It’s a pond in the middle of town that freezes over in the winter. All the kids go there and it’s a lot of fun. Do you know how to skate?”

“Honey,” Jimin scoffs, “I’m gay and spent an entire year in New York. I know how to skate.”

You roll your eyes and laugh at your friend because of course he would have a comeback like that.

“Yeah mom that sounds like fun.”

“And if you are lucky Hoseok will be there.”

Ever since you came back your mom has been trying to get you back together with Hoseok. It started with her having him bring her the ingredients for dinner, since she knew you would be there by the time he arrived, and she insisted he stay to eat.

She would continue to talk about how in love you two were in high school, how great of friends you were, everything. Her last effort of the night was having you see him out which put the two of you under the mistletoe that she strategically placed there.

She was sad when she saw Hoseok only kiss your cheek and not your lips while you were surprised he even did it.

You didn’t even answer her, instead you got up and went to grab your coat. “Come on Jimin. Tae, Yoongi, you coming?”

“Why not.” Taehyung gets up from his seat and Yoongi follows him. “Sounds like fun.”

“Don’t mock me.”

The sound of children laughing and Christmas music fills your ears when you step out of Jimin’s car. You smile remembering the times you had here before.

“Hey Taehyung does Namjoon still work around here?”

“Yeah, but now they’ve got him watching the children while they skate. You know to make sure that no one gets hurt.”

“Like a winter lifeguard?”

“Yep.”

You never thought you would see the day that THAT became a thing, but here it was. You shake your head and start for the frozen pond with your group, but quickly stop when you catch a glimpse of Namjoon standing off to the side.

God he looked even better than you remember and you just know that Jimin will try to hit on him and after seeing him try (and fail) to flirt with your brother, you didn’t want to see that again.

Grabbing Jimin’s arm, you yank him to a stop. 

“Ow! What the hell?!”

“Okay look,” You start, “ My friend Namjoon is working over there and after the failure of a flirting you did with my brother-”

“How was I supposed to know he was married?!”

“The ring gave it away. Anyway, I don’t want to see it again so I’m going to tell you this now. Do NOT flirt with him.”

Jimin rolls his eyes and yanks his arm away from you. “I’m not going to ffff-”

“Hey y/n! Long time no see.” Namjoon smiles as he appears out of nowhere to hug you.

“Fucking hell okay..” Jimin finished.

“Who’s your friend?”

You inwardly groan before motioning to Jimin. “Namjoon this is my friend, Jimin. He was the one that got me out here in the first place.”

“I bet that wasn’t easy. Good job Jimin.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples on full display, patting Jimin on the back. “We are all so glad to see y/n back.”

“It was a challenge.” Jimin scoffs, “especially because she was just dumped by her long term boyfriend so all she did was lay around and mo- AAHH!”

Jimin shouts as you shove him off his feet and into a pile of snow.

“THAT’S COLD YOU BITCH!!!”

“Well you didn’t have to open your big mouth!”

“Is that true?”

You turn around to see Hoseok standing behind you guys and beside him was his little sister.

Why? Why did he always have to be around when the most embarrassing things were being said about you?

“Hoseok!” Namjoon cheered. “And little Mei! Glad you could make it.”

“Wouldn’t miss ice skating ever Joon.” Hoseok smiled, but his eyes never left you.

There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place, but before you could even begin to figure it out you were ambushed by the tiny little girl by his side.

“Y/n!” Mei rushed over to hug you, her tiny hands pulling on your coat. 

You smile and lift her up, spinning her around, Mei’ laughter increased. “Hi there little Mei! I’m surprised you remember me!”

Mei giggled. “I may have been young, but I wouldn’t forget the girl my big brother is in love with!”

“Mei!”

Maybe if he was always there for your embarrassing moments it was worth it because you seemed to be there for his as well.

“Was little Mei.” You chuckle, missing the sudden sadness on Hoseok’s face. “Things are a bit different now.”

“I’ll say.”

You all turned towards the voice and what you saw absolutely horrified you. Selena Fera was sauntering over with a wicked grin on her face, wrapping her arms through Hoseok’s once she reached him. “He hasn’t been into her since she just up and left him. So selfish.”

Selena Fera has been after Hoseok for as long as you could remember, she even tried stealing him from you while you were dating and just like back then you wanted to rip the fake blonde hair out of her skull.

Though not like you could. Hoseok wasn’t your boyfriend anymore so you had no reason to be jealous anymore.

But you were.

Maybe your love for Sean wasn’t as strong as you thought if you were still thinking about Hoseok. Truth be told you always thought about him. He was always there in the back of your mind, but it was too late.

“Selena,” Hoseok greeted the blonde leech with a smile that hurt you, “I didn’t know you would be here.”

“Of course I’m here!” Selena smiled back at Hoseok, tossing her hair behind her as she spoke and you rolled your eyes, “I wasn’t about to pass up a chance to skate with you.”

Not wanting to see this anymore, you put Mei down and grab her hand, grinning down at the little girl. “Come on Mei,” You tug her towards the ice, “I’ve been dying to skate since I got here, but I can’t quite remember how. Do you think you could show me?”

You still remembered how to ice skate and it was really just an excuse to get out of there, but the bright look on Mei’s face made it that much more worth it. She nods enthusiastically and practically runs over to the frozen over pond with you in tow.

After an hour of skating with Mei - and watching Jimin show off for Namjoon - you had almost forgotten about Selina and Hoseok.

Almost.

Every now and then they would skate by you, her arms still locked around Hoseok’s and still with a smile on her face. They looked like a couple and it made you sick to your stomach.

Why hadn’t he pushed her off? Even though he was the nicest person you had ever known, Hoseok wasn’t the biggest fan of Selina. Has that changed since you’ve been gone? Who knows, it could have.

“She is just an annoying little tart isn’t she?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “She is, but what can you do about it?”

Jimin just shakes his head, not really knowing the answer. “How are you holding up?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh please!” He scoffs, moving to skate circles around you, “I know you are jealous and I’m ecstatic you are finally starting to get over boring mc boring! I like Hoseok. He laughs at my jokes and he looks at you in a way Sean never did. Are you going to take this lying down?”

“Take what? There is nothing to take. He’s obviously moved on with Selina, though I’m not sure how they would have gotten together, but stranger things have happened, and it’s not fair for me to step in.”

Jimin knew you were half right, if Hoseok did move on you shouldn’t step in, but he could just tell that he hadn’t moved on so you absolutely had a shot.

One he believed you should take.

Though not one he knew you were going to take without a little help.

Mei tugged on your coat, looking up at you with big puppy dog eyes. You knew right then whatever this child wanted you were going to give her instantly and with no questions asked. “Y/n can we get hot chocolate? I’m cold.”

Mei? Cold? Well you weren’t about to have that! You agreed (because of course you were going to. Like come on!) and took her tiny hand to take her over to the hot chocolate stand not too far from the frozen lake.

“You’ve got a hard look on,” Namjoon skates up beside Jimin, “What are you thinking about?”

“Y/n is not going to admit that she still has feelings for Hoseok or that he obviously still has feelings for her. It’s honestly frustrating to watch and I want to help her.”

“Well why don’t we team up then?”

Jimin looks up at Namjoon with wide eyes. “Team up?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon nods, his eyes looking ahead at Hoseok and Selina. He knows his friend and it was like Jimin said, it's difficult to watch him be miserable without you, “I know Hoseok is still in love with her and I want to help him. He hasn’t been the same since she left.”

“Then partners in love?” Jimin offered his hand to Namjoon, like striking up a deal.

Namjoon takes Jimin’s tinier hand into his, shaking it firmly. “Partners in love.”

Christmas Eve was approaching fast and it seems like all of Namjoon and Jimin’s plans haven't been working.

They even recruited your mother to help, but nothing!

No matter what they did Selina seemed to invite herself each time. Christmas movies at the drive in, she was there, dinner at the nicest place in town, she was there. Everywhere and Hoseok let her join each time.

Now the three of you were at the mall in the next town over trying to get last minute presents for your family. You felt bad that you didn’t think to get them anything and while you were here Jimin and Namjoon kept talking up Hoseok and how the two of you are and were.

“Okay I see what you are doing.” You tap your foot, arms crossed as you glare at Jimin and Namjoon. “It’s obvious and I don’t appreciate it!”

“I I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Save it, Jimin. You two, plus my mom, are trying to get me and Hoseok back together. Guys he's dating Selina! Can’t you see that?”

“No I promise he isn’t.” Namjoon interjects, his hand grasping Jimin’s. “He’s never gotten over you! Hoseok hasn’t been on a date since you left!”

“People change! Namjoon please.” You sigh and start away from the two. “I don’t want to interfere.”

“But he hasn’t! He’s still in love with you!”

“How do you know?!”

“Because he’s my best friend!”

You stop and turn back to them, scanning their faces to try and determine if they were telling the truth. Was Hoseok still in love with you? But Selina and him are so close. There was no way. They were just pulling your chain.

Jimin could sense your hesitation and, as your best friend, was instantly there to soothe them over, letting go of Namjoon’s hand to rub your arms. 

“Hey hey, look at me. I know what you are thinking and I promise you he is still in love with you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you and you still love him. Even when you were dating Sean I could tell there was something off and now I know it’s because of Hoseok.”

“I don’t know Jimin.” You sigh.

“Well I do! Come on at least try?”

You knew they would never let up and maybe, just maybe, Hoseok still did love you like you did him. After a second of thought, you look between Jimin and Namjoon. “Alright.”

Jimin and Namjoon high five and you shook your head at them. They’re happiness was contagious though as you felt yourself getting hopeful and happy.

The feeling only intensified when you picked out Hoseok’s Christmas gift, a couples Christmas sweater that says All I Want For Christmas is You, which was the song you sang to each other every Christmas, you were planning to give it to him before confessing, and on the way home when all you could do was imagine his face when he opened it.

“He’s going to love it.” Jimin cheers as you all get out of the car, “And he’s going to love you.”

You laugh at your friend, giddily walking up to your home. Nothing seemed to be able to dampen your mood, not now when you were thinking that maybe just maybe you would have a chance with the man you’ve always loved.

You open the front door and come face to face with Hoseok himself.

“Oh!” You say, quickly hiding his gift behind your back, “Hoseok! Hi.”

“Y/n! Hi back.” He smiled down at you, a certain gleam in his eyes. “What are you hiding?”

“Oh it’s nothing. What are you doing here?

“Just dropping off some stuff for you mom.”

“Again?” You shake your head. Your mom seemed to always be asking Hoseok to get her something and while before you wished she would ask dad so you wouldn’t have to see him so much, now you were happy for it. Now that Jimin and Namjoon put the hope back in your heart you were more happy than ever to see him again. “She really likes having you as her errand boy huh?”

Hoseok laughs, his lips turning into the shape of a heart, which was your favorite thing. You loved his smile more than anything and it was definitely contagious as your cheeks started hurting from how wide you were grinning.

“Yeah, but I don’t mind. She’s family.”

Family. He thought of her as family. It made you wonder what he thought of you, but that was a question for a different time.

“Are you coming over for Christmas this weekend?”

“I don’t know.” Hoseok walked past you and you turned with him to make sure he couldn’t see behind your back because you knew that’s what he was trying to do. “Did you have something to give me?”

Your cheeks flush. “Maybe.”

“Well then I will be here, but for now I do have to go.”

Hoseok nods at you one last time before taking his leave. You watch a little love struck as he walked down your driveway until he got stopped by someone.

Someone you never wanted to see.

“Hoseok there you are! I was waiting for you!” Selina pouts, wrapping her arms around his waist, like he was her boyfriend. Your heart twisted at the sight. “I was worried.”

You couldn’t hear what he said, but that was because he spoke in a hush tone, his eyes darting towards you and your group. Then you saw Selina smirk, lifting herself on her toes to kiss Hoseok on the lips.

Your eyes bulge as the world around you slows down.

Her lips pressed and pressed against his.

But the worst part was that Hoseok didn’t pull away.

Of course he wasn’t. Why would he? You told your friends from the start that they were dating and they got your hopes up anyway. This was the feeling you wanted to avoid by not coming back here in the first place. 

Your heart was torn in two and you felt numb.

Without another word and before you could start crying for all to see, you turn on your heels and storm inside, throwing Hoseok’s gift in the trash.

“Y/n wait!” Jimin called after you, taking the gift out of the bin and rushing up to your room, but you had shut the door in his face. He banged on the door. “Please open up!”

“No!” You cry. “I’m going home, Jimin!”

Jimin clutched at the gift, biting his lip thinking about how to get you to stay. It was obvious you were heartbroken, but there was no way Hoseok wasn’t in love with you. This must have been a mistake and he had to fix it.

Or at least try.

“Y you can’t leave! What about the bake off? Remember it was why we came here?”

Of course you couldn’t leave because of the bake off. It was brilliant and would give Jimin time to knock some sense into that asshole down in the driveway.

Silence greeted him and Jimin sighed in relief. He knew he had won when he heard the door lock click and the door open, but then his heart dropped upon seeing you.

Tears rolled down your cheeks and your eyes were red and puffy. Jimin had never seen you this broken before not even when Sean dumped you.

“I I hate when you're right.” You whisper, hand coming up to lightly hit Jimin’s chest. “I hate it…”

Jimin smiled sadly and brought you into his arms, stroking your hair in order to calm you down.

“I know you do.” Was all he could say as you cried into his chest.

Hoseok has tried to get a hold of you all week and nothing.

He needs to explain to you that Selina kissing him meant nothing. In fact the moment he realized what was happening he pushed her off of him and turned to see you were already gone.

Of course you had seen. Of course you did and it was just his fucking luck.

Now that you were back and with everyone on his side to win you back, something like this was bound to happen.

Maybe it just wasn't meant to be for you and him.

But if so why did it feel so good when you were together? You were his other half and now he fucked it up.

Well not him.

Selina did.

Once he realized he wasn’t going to be able to get a hold of you, Hoseok reached out to Namjoon, who surprisingly answered him on the first ring.

“You better fucking explain yourself.”

Hoseok blinked as he heard Jimin’s voice over the phone. He was with Namjoon?

“Jimin?”

“No it’s the sugar plum fairy. Of course it’s me! Now what the hell?!”

“I know!” Hoseok groans, “I don’t know what happened! One minute I was trying to figure out what Selina was talking about and next thing I know she’s kissing me! Which I didn’t want to happen by the way and when I realized it was happening I pushed her away. I only love Y/n and now I’ve ruined my chance.”

Jimin scoffs, “Yeah no shi- Wah! Hey stop!”

Hoseok could hear a struggle on the other line before Namjoon’s voice came on instead. “You did mess up, but it’s savable.”

Savable? How was this even possible?

“How?”

“Well Jimin told me he got Y/n to stay around for the bake off, remember that event? You judge it every year. So obviously you had to see her and let’s be honest she’s going to win.”

Hoseok chuckles, remembering all the times you competed in the bake off when you were younger. Looking back he really should have seen you owning your own bakery one day. You were amazing. “Yeah I remember, but what does that have to do with it?”

Hoseok could hear the smirk in Namjoon’s voice as he started explaining the plan.

Christmas Eve was finally here as well as the bake off.

You really didn’t want to participate, but you knew you couldn’t just up and leave as well. Jimin would never let it go.

Thankfully you didn’t have to think about much during the competition as your mind was completely filled with recipes and measurements. It was the one thing you loved more than anything about baking. You loved that you could just zone out and just bake all your worries away.

You were so lost in your own little world that you didn’t even acknowledge Hoseok sitting at the judging table. His eyes held a mixture of sadness and pride.

His eyes never left you until the timer hit zero and the bake off was done. Now he had to focus on tasting everything that was presented for him, though he thought back to what Namjoon had said.

Let’s be honest she’s going to win.

He knew Namjoon was right and the moment he took a bite of your white Christmas cake it was a no brainer.

After a short discussion with the other judges, Hoseok takes his place at the podium.

“After talking with my other judges, we have come to a conclusion, but before I announce the winner there is something I want to say.”

The crowd murmurs among themselves and you turn to Jimin, eyebrow raised. “What’s going on?”

“Don’t know.” Jimin shrugs, but you knew he was lying because there was a slight smile on his face.

“As you all know, seven years ago I lost the love of my life. Recently she has come back into my life and honestly I’m not sure how to react to it. I was more than happy the first time I saw her because I never thought I would see her again.”

Your heart stops. He was talking about you? But what about Selina? This must be some kind of ploy and you didn’t want to be a part of it. You didn’t even care if you won so you tried to leave, but Jimin quickly grabs your arm.

“Wait!” He pleads, “Stay please.”

“Y/n you’ve got it wrong about me and Selina. I don’t like her. Not even in the slightest. I know you saw the kiss, but she kissed me and when I realized what was happening I pushed her off. It’s always been you. I love you. Mei loves you, which means a lot to me. I want you back and if that means moving to the city to fight for you I will. I’m not going to give you up. Not this time and not again.”

He must be joking, but deep inside you knew he wasn’t. Hoseok wasn’t the type of guy to do that. Tears fall from your eyes as it finally sinks in just how much he means it. Hoseok was really in love with you just like you were him.

“Y/n?” He called. “Please.”

“Go!”

You nod at Jimin and rush through the crowd to get to the stage. Hoseok’s eyes light up when he sees you, extending his hand to pull you up to him.

“Did you-”

“I did.”

“Really?”

“Really really. I love you Y/n and I’m not letting you go.” Hoseok wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “I don’t expect you to be all in right away but-”

You cut Hoseok off with your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, smiling as you feel him eagerly kiss you back.

The crowd cheers for the two of you, the competition long forgotten, but no one cared.

You felt like you were on cloud nine and nothing could bring you down.

This really was the best Christmas ever and one you would never forget.

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Back In Time || myg 6 (final)

Summary: While helping your boyfriend research his ancestry you find a very old looking book. Curiosity gets the best of you and you open it, a flash of light sucks you into a world you’d never seen before. Now with a man who looks exactly like your boyfriend you have to find a way home.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Time Traveler!au, angst, fluff???

Word count: 2k

Warning: Character death, blood, angst with a happy ending

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

AN: Here is the final chapter guys! I’m a little sad to see it ending. Thank you so much for all the love and support for this story!

- TJ/ Taco Admin 🌮

Night fell before you knew it.

After hours of attempting to leave your room, to which you had no success, you were laying on your bed, frustrated and tired. You knew you shouldn’t give up, but the amount of energy you used to attempt to escape took a toll on you.

Now you just lay there with tears streaming down your face, replaying earlier in your mind. Suga’s words ring in your ears.

I will take care of him tonight.

Words that you knew the meaning behind, but desperately wished you didn’t. Suga was going to kill Yoongi.

How could this have happened? How could you have let this happen? If you didn’t go into the back room of the library none of this would be happening. You would be back in the library with your Yoongi, not causing another Yoongi death.

“Y/n..”

Your head shot up at the sound of Hoseok’s voice.

“Hos-”

Hoseok quickly placed his hand over your mouth, pressing a finger to his lips. He must have sneaked past the guards somehow. That in of itself was an amazing thing because all the exits were guarded, you knew that since you tried all of them.

“You're not going to yell?” You nod and Hoseok moves his hand from your mouth. “Good, now let’s get you out of here.”

“But what about Yoongi?”

Hoseok pressed his lips into a thin line, his brows furrowed. You had a feeling you were not going to like what was about to come out of his mouth.

“I got word from the others that you were here and that Yoongi was captured. I went to go rescue him, but he told me not to worry about him. He told me to get you out of the dynasty and as far away as we could. Take Namjoon and make sure you find a way home.”

You were stunned. Yoongi, who was on the verge of death, was more worried about you getting home than saving his own life. More tears weld in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks. He wanted to save you and you couldn’t even save him.

You shake your head. “I can’t leave him behind, Hoseok. I need you to take me to him.”

“Take you to him?!” Hoseok scoffs. “Do you know how hard it was to get in there and ESPECIALLY here in the first place?! Once I get you out I’m not coming back!”

“Hoseok please!” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded. You had to get to Yoongi before it was too late.

Hoseok was quiet for a long while, staring into your eyes, but in the end he groaned.

“Fine. Come on.”

Hoseok led you over to a wall and you looked at him curiously. As if reading your mind he pushed on the wall and it opened. It reminded you of that door in Anastasia where she and her grandmother escaped. There was a short hall that opened into the main hallway, out of the sight of the five guards standing outside your door.

“How did yo-”

Hoseok shushed you, eyeing the guards to make sure they didn’t hear you. This was probably one of the questions you would never get an answer to. He looked left and right before taking your wrist and dragging you in the opposite direction.

The two of you stayed close to the ground and as quiet as can be - sneaking past not one, not two, but ten more guards. The amount of times you were pressed against Hoseok hiding in the dark was ridiculous.

Finally you arrived at the jail and Yoongi was tied up in the center, on display for the other prisoners. Suga was making an example out of him.

“Yoongi!”

Yoongi snapped his head up at the sound of your voice, eyes wide with shock, but then narrowed at Hoseok. “I thought I told you to get her out of here.” He growled at Hoseok.

Hoseok shrugged. “I tried, but she, like you, is stubborn.”

“Y/n you need to get out of here before he comes back. Find Namjoon and go. Just get home.”

You shake your head. There was no way you could leave him. Just the thought of him dying would haunt you forever.

“I’m getting you out of here.” You cup his face in your hands, running your thumb over the scar below his eye. “I couldn’t live with myself if you died.”

Yoongi scoffed lightly. “But I wouldn’t be dead. The me in your world would be alive.”

“How do you know you two aren’t connected? What if you die and he dies?”

“Now that,” he shakes his head, smiling fondly at you, “sounds ridiculous.”

Hoseok suddenly grabbed your arm, tugged you away from Yoongi. You want to protest, but yet again he covered your mouth with his hand. Hiding behind one of the large pillars the two of you watched as Suga entered, sword in one hand and a wicked grin on his face.

“Finally. Finally I get to rid the world of your pathetic existence.”

“I could say the same brother.”

Suga scoffed. “How could you possibly do that?” Suga rose his sword, lining it at Yoongi’s throat, pressing in only slightly, but enough to cause blood to leak.

You struggle against Hoseok’s hold, anger boiling through your veins. This man wasn’t the same Suga you spent all those nights with and the man before you was just a bloodthirsty psycho who couldn’t see any form of reason.

“Don’t,” Hoseok whispered, “you’ll only make it worse for him. We need to get out of here.”

“We can’t!” You hiss back.

Hoseok held you tighter the more you struggled. All you could do was sit there and watch as Suga lightly dragged his blade across Yoongi’s flesh, Yoongi’s expression never changing - pissing Suga off even more.

“I can’t wait to cut your head off and just watch you bleed out.”

“Stop!”

Suga turned, eyes wide as you emerged from the shadows. You were here? How? How in hell did you slip past all his guards?

“Y/n no!” Yoongi shouts.

“Please don’t hurt him.”

“How did you get out here, princess? I’ll have to deal with those guards after I deal with him.” Suga paused. “Are you crying? Over him?”

Why? Why over him? Suga couldn’t understand why you would choose his brother over him. Not only was his heart breaking, but his anger was reaching new heights. If you wanted something to cry over fine.

He would give you something to cry over.

Suga dragged you from the throne room and outside to where Yoongi’s beheading was being held. You struggled against him, but it was no use, he was too strong to throw off.

Back in the dungeon Suga had decided that since you were going to cry over his brother, he would make you watch his death and really give you something to cry about. Afterwards he would lock you back up in your room and show you just how to behave. In his mind you were already his and you were just acting up to get a rise out of him.

You were forced to watch in horror as the executioner brought Yoongi - arm and legs bound, with a blindfold over his eyes - down the path and right before the podium, pushing him onto his knees.

“Watch closely, princess.”

Suga pulled you closer, despite how hard you tried to push away, and kissed your cheek. The entire thing feeling just down right icky now. Earlier you would have revealed in his kisses, but now it was just wrong.

The executioner stood beside Yoongi and waited for instruction, but with a nod from Suga, he raised his sword up high and brought it down - slicing Yoongi’s head clean from his body.

You screamed and Suga laughed like a mad mad as Yoongi’s body flopped lifelessly to the side, head rolling in front of him. You couldn’t even see his last expressions due to the blindfold.

The blood pooled from his neck, saturating his green jacket a crimson red. You were shaking. Horrified with what you had just seen. Suga on the other hand couldn’t have been happier. He forced you from your spot and down the stairs until you stood before Yoongi’s lifeless body, the blood now touching your foot. That’s how close you were to him.

The smell of iron - the smell of blood - filled your nose, choking you to the point to where you couldn’t breathe properly. You were so shocked, frozen in place, that you didn’t feel Suga finally release you. He wandered behind you to pick Yoongi’s head up by his hair. A satisfied smile on his lips as he removed the blindfold, but only to have his smile fall as he saw his brother’s actually calm face.

“Even in death you piss me off, you pest!” He screams, throwing the head on the ground, it hitting with a loud crack as the skull fractured on impact.

Your vision started to blur, your legs felt weak and wobbly. Before you knew it the darkness consumed you and you fainted, the visual of Yoongi’s body being seared into your brain.

When you finally came too, you couldn’t see anything. The entire room was dark and cold. Where were you?

You didn’t know what to think, but then Yoongi flashed through your mind. His head coming clean from his body. The body flopping over and the smell of blood was still so fresh you could have sworn it was still in the room with you. Your stomach churned at the thought.

Nothing could have prepared you for having the love of your life die in front of you, ruthless hacked. You curled up into a ball and cried your heart out. The sobs coming from you were nothing short of soul wrenching. Only the sounds someone who lost part of them could make.

Yoongi was gone. Suga would never let you leave. There was no way for you to get home with him.

You were stuck.

Suddenly a door opened, the light from wherever flooding the room. 

“Y/n?!”

Your eyes shot open at the sound and sight of Yoongi, your Yoongi, rushing into the room to lift you up from the cold floor. He was here? How? Were you back? There was a list of questions going through your head.

“Yoongi?” You croaked.

“There you are, I was worried about you. When I woke up from my nap it had been three hours and you still didn’t come back. I searched the whole library for you. What the hell are you doing in here?”

Tears fill your eyes as you launch yourself at your boyfriend, hugging him so tightly and not letting go. Whatever was going on you really didn’t care because standing right before you - physically being able to prove that he was there. Yoongi was alive. You didn’t know how, but fuck that didn’t matter at the moment.

Yoongi grunted upon impact and attempted to pull back to get a good look at you, but that only made you tighten your arms around him.

When he was finally able to pull back enough, Yoongi sucked in his breath before touching your head, it hurt so you recoiled from him. “That is some nasty bump. Come on let’s g- What are you doing?”

Yoongi questioned you as you cupped his face in your hands, moving it from side to side. You leaned in closely to look at his neck. It was definitely attached to his body.

“B but I saw… And you?”

“You must have hit your head too hard Y/n. You’re spouting nonsense and more than usual. Come on let’s get you home and get an ice pack on that.”

You nod slowly, still extremely amazed at how Yoongi was still in front of you, and Yoongi chuckled at you and helped you to your feet. You were more than ready to leave whatever messed up dream that was behind. Now you are back home with Yoongi and most importantly never going back to that library

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⭐️UPDATE⭐️

I finally got into college! My class starts the 28th of this month and I’m super excited.

This does mean I will be taking an even longer break than I originally thought. If I get time or inspiration I will post here and there, but for now it’s going to be very rare.

Thank you to all who have read my stories and have been kind to me!