#teahyung smut

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the Fox

Chapter 34 of 35

2785 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

“And he really said he wanted to meet me?�� Namjoon asks for the fifth time.

Jungkook is stood by the door to the annexe tying his laces while you brief Namjoon on how to get to the doctor’s office; not that you really need to, Jungkook is perfectly capable of getting the two of them to Dr Treiver’s appointment on time. But Namjoon seemed less than convinced of Jungkook’s progress.

Which is part of the reason dr Treiver had asked for Namjoon to accompany the rabbit to his session rather than you.

“Yes Namjoon, I am certain. Now go before you’re late,” You scold, pushing him towards the foyer.

He holds up his hands in defeat, and Jungkook takes ahold of one, pulling him along so they don’t end up being late. 

They disappear around the side gate as you watch them through the still open front door.

You feel a bit put out, your routine broken by not taking Jungkook out for therapy. It’s been about ten weeks now since it began, and you had taken him without fail to each one. It was really slow progress, but there had been definite progress. Jungkook was now able to share a room with the builders without twitching too much AND you were able to go into the ice cream shop last week! Sure you were the only customers, but there were two teenagers behind the register that he only hid from briefly.

“Are you going to stand there until they come back?” Hoseok asks.

He makes you jump as his arm snakes around your shoulder.

“Your feet are really going to start to hurt,” Yoongi says, going around you to close the door.

The older man settles on your other side and places an arm around your waist. They turn you around and bring you over to the large plush sofa in the middle of the room. It’s a great L-shape sofa Jungkook had insisted on so it was big enough for the eight of you to pile together, far more comfortable than the 3-seater you had had in the main house before. 

They cage you in between them and Hobi rests his head on your shoulder 

“They’ll be okay you know,”Hoseok comforts.

“Of course I know that,” You roll your eyes.

However, the knot in the pit of your stomach doesn’t untie. You lean your head against his and take a deep breath.

“And you made fun of us for being so concerned about Jungkook when we met,” Yoongi chuckles, he strokes your leg comfortingly.

“I didn’t make fun… I just thought it was odd…” You shrug “And I’m more concerned about Namjoon than Jungkook right now,”

“Now that might be a valid concern,” Yoongi agrees.

_______________

Meanwhile Jungkook switches off the engine as he parks outside of the doctor’s office. Namjoon has driven him nuts the entire drive. He is certain the man means well but all he is doing is making the anxiety in Jungkook’s stomach feel like it did on that very first session again. He lets out a low whine as Namjoon asks him for the fifth time if he is really sure about going in to the appointment. 

“Oh Bunny, if you really are that stressed out we don’t have to go,” 

Namjoon reaches out a hand to pat Jungkook on the shoulder, but Jungkook flinches away.

“I’M FINE,” he snaps.

Namjoon looks taken aback. He has never been shouted at by a pack member before now, especially not Jungkook.

“I am okay, Namjoon,” He sighs reacting to the sadness in his leaders eyes, "You are making me more nervous.”

"I'm sorry," Namjoon answers, his voice small.

Jungkook's hands begin to tremble and he longs to lean over and curl into his leader like he always has done, but he knows the minute he does it's like giving in. Instead he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes like the doctor taught him, steadying his nerves on his own. Namjoon sighs and opens the door, letting himself out of the car. Jungkook follows suit a moment later and allows Namjoon to take his hand falling into step beside him. The younger man leads his partner through to the doctor.

“Good afternoon Jungkook, this must be Namjoon,” 

The elder gentleman smiles warmly at the pair, extending his hand to Namjoon. Namjoon greets the man, warily taking up the offer of a hand shake. Doctor Treiver nods curtly and motions for them to both sit on the sofa. 

Out of instinct, Jungkook sits almost on top of Namjoon before realising and shuffling over to allow for more space. Namjoon can't help but feel a little lost, unsure of what to do with himself if he isn’t comforting Jungkook.

The first half of the session went as could be expected of a therapy session. The doctor focused most of his attention on Jungkook, walking through anything and everything Jungkook was willing to talk about. Today that seemed to consist of renovation plans. 

Namjoon rolled his eyes. This is what Seokjin was paying for? Seemed like an absolute waste of money if you asked him... Not that anyone did lately…

Only on his fifth eye roll did he realise the doctor was now watching him instead of Jungkook. The bear looked down at his feet, suddenly finding the hideous carpet pattern to be the most interesting thing on the planet. 

"Jungkook, you've done a fantastic job today. I can tell you're really excited about this room painting you and Y/N have been doing and I do want to talk more about it," Doctor Treiver says, then he turns to Namjoon, “However I was hoping we could talk to Namjoon and you together today, would that be okay?”

Jungkook and the doctor both turn to Namjoon expectantly. 

Namjoon won't meet the doctor's eyes despite the clear invitation to speak. He hadn't considered he would be the one in the hot seat, prepared to observe, not participate. 

“Okay, let’s try this slowly. Jungkook are you comfortable with me talking to Namjoon about things we have discussed in past sessions? Please understand you can say no,” Treiver says gently.

“Namjoon knows everything about me, doctor, you can talk about whatever you need.” The bunny confirms.

Namjoon prepares himself to be psychoanalysed by this almost complete stranger, thinking somehow this man was going to blame him for every single one of Jungkook’s problems, reaffirming what Namjoon already thought about himself. He braced himself to hear all of his worst thoughts realised by a professional, to hear how he wasn’t fit to have one mate let alone be the leader of such a large pack.

But the negativity never came. In fact, it seemed that while Namjoon had been spiralling inside his own head, the doctor had been commending him for how he had handled Jungkook so far.

“Jungkook’s condition goes back a very long time from what I can see. I think it is a credit to you and your family that he is able to function outside of his birth family unit at all”

The doctor went on to talk about how Jungkook had confided in him about his fear that he had only gotten worse since moving in with Namjoon, no longer able to be independent at all. This made Namjoon cringe until the doctor continued. The elder man explained how this was much more likely to be a response to the new sensation of safety that Jungkook was experiencing, he was finally comfortable enough to shut down and protect himself in the way prey animals typically want to, hiding from the perceived threat of the world outside his burrow, his home.

It was a lot of information to take in. Ever since Jungkook had started therapy, Namjoon had been terrified he would be blamed, that they would find out he wasn’t able to support the people he loved. It hurt to find out that Jungkook had been concerned about his worsening state and hadn’t been able to voice it, but at the same time Namjoon hadn’t brought it up to him either, his fear that Jungkook would want to leave consuming him. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't a little reassuring to hear the doctor blame Jungkook’s father instead. 

The bear rests his hand on Jungkook’s leg and squeezes reassuringly, more to ground himself than his mate. He isn’t sure he truly understands what this therapy is going to do for Jungkook in the long run, and in the short term, it’s just hurting his head. But he is happy that Jungkook has someone outside of the pack to trust.

The doctor glances up at the clock and Namjoon’s gaze follows, only five minutes remain in the session.

“Jungkook would you be comfortable enough to sit in the waiting room on your own for the remainder of the session? Ms. Harris, my assistant is right behind the desk for you, and you can come immediately back inside here if it is too overwhelming for you?” Dr Triever asks carefully.

Jungkook’s eyes go wide and Namjoon can see the immediate rise in his hackles as his panic response begins to activate. Jungkook’s hand finds Namjoon’s and squeezes tightly before the bear has a chance to react. Instinctually he pulls Jungkook into his lap and holds him close, whispering gently into his ears reminding him to breathe. 

“I’ll take that as a no…” The doctor tilts his head observing. “That’s okay, a little too soon for public spaces I see, not a problem, you can stay right here,” 

He makes a note on his paper as Jungkook carefully unfurls himself from Namjoon’s arms, revealing his tear-stained cheeks to the room. 

“Would it be possible for me to see you alone another time Namjoon? I would also like to discuss the tension you yourself show around Jungkook as his primary support system”

“What do you mean the tension I show!?” Namjoon asks, a little sharply.

“That tension Mr. Kim” The doctor states, returning to honorifics in response to the change in tone.

Namjoon looks a little ashamed of himself for snapping at the man, immediately aware of the way his demeanour changes when Jungkook’s scent sours. 

“Right doctor, of course… Do you have any appointments later this week?” He has zero interest in having his brain examined by a shrink, but he would do anything for Jungkook, or anyone in his home. 

“You can arrange with my assistant on your way out. Thank you so much for coming on request Namjoon. Jungkook, I look forward to seeing you next time” The doctor opens the door and ushers the pair back into the waiting room.

___________________

You and Yoongi had just finished showering when Namjoon and Jungkook returned. You had managed to find more than a few ways to keep your mind from wandering to how their joint session might’ve been going. Hoseok had regretfully had to go in for the early shift at the karaoke place, although the two of you had tried very hard to make him call in sick to keep you company. That man had an iron resolve, any other member of your pack would’ve folded the instant your shirt left your body. 

Both men were stood before you in one piece, and with no police escort, which meant the session must’ve gone much better than you had given them credit for. Yoongi had money on Namjoon insulting the doctor in some way that would result in a restraining order; and while you had a little more faith, the issue of Namjoon’s ego and temper had made you a little nervous of the potential outcome.

Still, the pair didn’t seem overly eager to share what had actually happened within the meeting, only sharing that Namjoon would be returning on his own later in the week. So instead of talking about it, you got comfy on the sofa and waited for your other lovers to return to you.

By nine pm, Taehyung still wasn’t home. This had become the norm in recent weeks, but it didn’t make you any less sad. He claimed his family were just being needy at the moment and promised it would finish soon and he'd be home more, but each time he said that, he seemed less and less convinced by his own words. 

The house was at a loss without him too. You'd all been together for such a short time, but one person missing felt long a limb had been detached. Lately, Taehyung wasn't even bothering to join any of you in bed, if he came home at all. You'd all wake up to find him sleeping on the sofa cuddling a pillow, still fully dressed from the day before. Jimin was furious with him, he'd given him the silent treatment for about an hour before he caved. Taehyung had seemed far too sad to stay mad at him. 

After yet another night of watching Jungkook and Jimin mope, while the others were just restless, you decide enough is enough. It's obvious that Taheyung is unhappy with how much his parents are piling on, and it's obvious that no one around here is going to be comfortable until he is back to his normal self. So it's time someone did something about it. 

You text Taehyung to make sure he is not on the way home, only to receive 'Sorry babe, probably going to just sleep here' as a response almost immediately.

You feel a little guilty about your next move, but it needs to be done. You check the Find My Phone app and track Taehyung, finding his parents' home address. Grabbing Yoongi's car keys, you tell the others you're heading to the store and then you follow the little green dot all the way to a very large estate.

You chew your lip the entire drive, feeling guilty about lying to the others about where you were going, feeling even guiltier about stalking Taehyung's phone to find him. You contemplate turning off to actually go to the store and leaving Taehyung alone, but you just can't shake the feeling he needs help, and more than anything you just want to see him. 

You drive up a dauntingly long driveway and park Yoongi's car next to Taehyung's. The door is equally as imposing with a large golden knocker right in the middle, it reminds you a little of your ex-husband's parents' house, and it really drives home exactly how much money must be behind Taehyung's family. You grab the knocker and bang before your nerves get the better of you, although you find yourself wondering if it's loud enough when no one immediately comes to the door.

You shuffle your feet awkwardly as you wait, it feels like hours until the huge wooden door swings open revealing an ageing gentleman in a suit. 

"Good evening Madam, I'm afraid we will not be needing anything you're selling today," He says and moves to shut the door.

"Wait!" You say a little too loud.

The man pauses with the door ajar.

"I'm here to see Taehyung,"

"Master Taehyung did not make us aware of any visitors and he is extremely busy. He is unavailable to be seen."

"Bu... but" You stammer trying to think of a plausible excuse for your random late night appearance.

The older gent just raises an eyebrow as if he is waiting for something entertaining, knowing you have no straws to grasp at. 

"He sent me his location and told me to bring him some clothes, they are in the car..."

"Master Taehyung has plenty of clothes here. Now I must ask that you leave now miss, before I have to escalate the situation.

Once again the man moves to shut the door. You sigh and resign yourself to having to give up, turning to make your way back towards the car. It probably wouldn't do to linger too long, families like this have a penchant for calling police on people they deem to be trespassing. You watched your own butler deal with the police far through the crack in your curtain far too often to think the threat would be a bluff.

Dejectedly, you take one last look at the large house. It really was a beautiful build with ivy hanging from trellises scaling the walls. If you had to guess you probably put the house at at least 200 years old. The stonework seemed old but wonderfully maintained and the windows had that slightly warped appearance that only old glass possessed. Observing more closely, you could see a very familiar, but confused, face staring back at you through one of those windows.

Next

Masterlist

Sorry about the disappearing act.... it will probably happen again ngl. Also that 35 chapter thing was complete bull we are going so much further than that I guess....

[winterarchives]

You’re sugary-sweet. He can still taste you hours after he’s had a sip. Your blood was simply otherworldly- a concoction so addicting and saccharine that it gets his head spinning.

“I like the way it looks dribbling down your chin,” you’d told him once after a particularly heavy draw, and though the sentiment was cute, Taehyung mentally slapped himself for making a waste of your essence.

It doesn’t stop there, the attraction, can’t be pinned down to simple bloodlust. There’s something magnetic about you that goes beyond the amber liquid in your veins- something deeper. He’s heard Namjoon tell the others that he thinks it’s a soulmate connection, and he’s inclined to agree. The way his entire body feels as though it catches aflame when he’s around you is unbearably delectable- so painlessly blissful that he can’t possibly say you’re not his soulmate.

He wants you, in any way he can have you… and he has you, whether it’s on his lap, in his bed, or on any other conceivable surface in their lair- he has you. He knows that, can feel it like he can feel the rise and fall of your chest when he is near you… but he always finds himself wanting you more.

“I want you,” he whines at you, kissing a red mark against the hollow of your throat.

“You have me,” you reply, flipping the page in your book.

He does. But it’s not enough.

“I want you even more, though,” he huffs.

He feels lightheaded from the cute and exasperated look you shoot his way, feels slight triumph when you close your book and give the vampire your full attention.

“You have me,” you reiterate.

“I don’t know how to describe it,” he tells you, “it’s like I don’t have you enough, Jagi.” He pouts at you, his 103 year old brain finally at a loss for words.

“Sounds greedy, Tae,” you smile.

“I love you,” he smirks, can’t help himself from pressing a kiss to your lips.

Maybe it was the way he said it, or the look on his face… maybe it was the conversation you were having prior, but Taehyung feels the deep growl build in his chest when you deepen the kiss. Feels himself grow excited in his slacks when you card your fingers through his silken hair and tug.

“I love you too,” you murmur against his swollen lips, out of breath and voice lust-broken- so much so that it has Taehyung hitching a breath above you.

“You’re beautiful. My beautiful Star,” he whispers, tracing the swell of your bottom lip with a cooled-marble thumb. “I would retrieve galaxies for you if you so wished,” he continues, feels like regardless of the praise and words he etches into your being, he will never be able to fully express the emotion he feels for you, “paint your sky with them..”

He watches the way your eyes fill with unshed tears- feels his breath catch evermore when you look at him so vulnerably- and his want grows. He knows how to describe it now, when he’s looking at you so wanton with fervor and passion. He wants you in absolution- wants everything and more that you have to offer for now and always.

It’s only when you pad away a bloody-tear that he realizes he’s crying, realizes you must be his soulmate because this is something he doesn’t think anyone else has ever felt- this passion. This unbridled dedication to someone, it’s bone deep, or maybe it’s atom deep. He doesn’t know, doesn’t care when he undresses you and you do the same for him.

Loves the way you don’t rush it. He feels himself shiver from each touch you grace him with, feels his cock ache and twitch in trepidation. You’re his wants incarnate- so dangerously perfect to him that he thinks he might cum from a single flick against his thigh from you.

It’s so slow, so slow and heavy and he feels like a paper that’s been secured by a weight. It’s so good… every nip and lick, every tug and pull. He can feel his cock growing heavier with every pinch of his nipples- every scrape against his back… and when he’s finally inside of you, cock covered in your slick and saliva, he fears he might implode.

It’s that good. That heavenly that he’s fucking you deeper and harder than he ever has before, using more of his immortal strength and stamina than he’s exerted before because he wants you to feel him everywhere- wants you to have him in his absolution.

Consciousness is nearly lost when he cums, when he releases in you so deep and full. It’s hours of aftercare- of soothing the fucked-out high of his brain by listening to your panted breaths even out… of listening to your heart slow and ease from a crescendo to a diminuendo.

He knows he has you. He can feel it in every fiber that makes him Taehyung, all the way from his head to his feet… but he still wants you more

[georgiebrits]

Baby fever - Kim Taehyung

You're lying in bed beside your husband Taehyung, his hand resting on your belly. His eyes are fixed on your bulging stomach, his gaze intense and focused. You can't help but feel aroused by his eagerness to impregnate you. Taehyung looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust. You notice his hand has migrated downwards. He pulls you closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want to make a baby with you," he whispers.

Taehyung leans in and kisses you deeply, his tongue darting into your mouth. He traces his fingers along your curves, teasing and tickling your sensitive skin. "Mmm, you're so beautiful and fertile," he moans.

Taehyung continues to kiss and caress you, his hands moving with increasing urgency. "I want to feel you come apart in my arms," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. You feel his hand slip beneath your panties and he parts your folds with his fingers.

You remember the research you did on the best positions for conception and without hesitation, you pull Taehyung’s hand up to your mouth and suck his fingers, making sure they're wet and ready. You then put his hand back down between your legs, guiding his fingers towards your entrance. "Let's try it with me on top," you breathe out, feeling a sudden sense of urgency.

Taehyung eagerly rolls onto his back as you position yourself over him. You lower yourself onto his thick erection and begin to ride him, your hips grinding against his in a slow but deliberate rhythm. "Oh fuck, you feel so good," Taehyung groans, his fingers gripping your hips tightly.

“yeah so good that you think I'll be pregnant this time”

Taehyung moans in response, his eyes locked on your stomach as your hips continue to move against his. "I can feel it already," he gasps, his fingers digging into your skin. "You're going to be pregnant for sure." The sense of urgency only grows more intense as you both chase this shared goal, each moment feeling like it could be the one to bring the two of you a step closer to parenthood.

With a sudden burst of energy, Taehyung grips your legs and flips you onto your back, easily pressing your knees to your chest. He thrusts deep inside of you, the pressure building with every hard pump of his hips. Each time he drives into you, your body trembles with pleasure and anticipation, the tension growing until it is almost unbearable. Finally, with a deep groan, he releases inside of you and you both come undone in a wild frenzy of pleasure. You collapse against each other, breathing heavily as you revel in the feeling.

“Hopefully we are pregnant this time”

Taehyung smiles and pulls you close, his hand resting on your stomach once again. "I have a feeling we will be," he says, his gaze shifting between your eyes and your belly. "And if not, we'll keep trying until we are. I want to start a family with you more than anything." You feel a warmth spreading inside of you at his words, a deep sense of love and contentment filling your heart. You both drift off to sleep, exhausted but happy, ready to take on whatever the future may hold.

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

A BREATH OF FIRE ox Min Yoongi

[Hybrid Gods AU]

PART THREE

A taste of honey and dreams

Side characters: Park Jimin/White fox hybrid, Kim teahyung/Human King.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, violence, sharp objects, suggestive words, smut, alcohol, killing.

Genre: Fantasy, romance, strangers to lovers, R +18.

………………………………………………………………………………….

The sun rays bathed my skin as i sat beside the river, my feet getting wet as sank them in the water warmed by the hot summer sun.

Fragments of images blurrier my vision, happening so fast. At first I was walking beside the river with the sun shining bright and the birds singing while the trees danced with the wind. Then the night fell, i laid in bed while a lady was beside me, blood all around me and I felt cold. So cold. The lady cried while holding my hand. I couldn’t move, no words came from my lips all a saw before everything changed was a shadow of a man dressed in black behind the lady.

The images changed fast, a man was in front of me. Goosebumps run all over my skin as he walked towards me but i didn’t felt frightened, I felt happy. Relived. I run to him. Arms closing around his waist tightly.

- teahyung…

My voice was a whisper under water, but my heart burned with feelings I didn’t understand. Who was this men? What where my feelings for him?

- my dear yn…. - his deep voice made me look up at him, he was beautiful but looked so sad - i missed you so much I thought i was going to die.

- Don’t said that. I’m right here my king…

Anguished i felt, so suddenly the images change but i couldn’t make out what it was. I saw fire and people running around, then a stabbing pain on my stomach. An arrow.

You know that feeling of when you swim deep in the water and come back to the surface. That was what i felt when I finally woke up from that dream.

Relief flowing through every part of my body as i took in my surroundings. The ceiling of Yoongis room, the smell of wood and cinnamon and in the background of everything else thundering.

Heavy rain fell outside, the sound of it helped in calming my fast beating heart. It felt real.

A warm weight laying over me and i knew i was safe, once my eyes fell on his face to the sight of his massy hair all over his face, one arm over my waist holding me tight. I moved his hair out of his face smiling as I look at his soft features while he sleep. Although the scar gives him a different demeanor, he just looked endearing to me.

I run my hands through his hair, softly touching the base of his long black ears that laid flat against his head, hiding on his hair you could bearly tell he had them.

A soft moan left his lips, his brows furrowed as he stoped my hand from moving. Holding it softly in his, eyes still closed he left a small kiss on the palm of my hand. For a moment i thought I had crossed the line he draw, but his reaction told me otherwise. Was he still sleeping?

My question was soon answered as golden eyes stared tiredly at me, he had a lazy look on his face and he smelled like flowers and honey. Such a different contrast as to what he usually smelled like, but still heavenly.

- are you okay? - he asked, voice raspy and deep.

- Yes… why?

- I heard your heartbeat… was it a bad dream? - his thumb moved slowly against my hand, massaging the palm as he looked at me.

- Kind of… but it was just a dream - I assured him.

He gave me a “okay” while putting my arm around his neck laying completely over me, his head over my chest. I went back at caressing his head, running my fingers against his hair.

The sound of rain and thunder in the background was so calming and peaceful i was almost drifting back to sleep again, but my mind woke up quickly at the reminder of Jimins arrival with sweet bread for breakfast, he would be delivering the bread at any time. I had to get things ready for breakfast.

- I need to get up - i said, hands sliding to his shoulders trying to move him off of me.

- No… - he only murmured. Not moving an inch.

- Yoongi… I have to make breakfast and Jimin - i tried to convince him.

- Jimin won’t be coming today… - he interrupted me.

- He won’t? - i asked, he always did - why not?

- He don’t like rain and getting wet - he said lifting his head from my chest to look at me.

- Oh… but still - i said, his golden eyes staring into mine. - if you want to stay in bed is okay, I can work by myself i just…

He didn’t let me end my sentence and was already getting up in a second.

Fixing his clothes before making his way to the door he gave me one last look.

- let’s make breakfast - he said before leaving.

I sat there stil not understanding anything. What has gotten into him?

This moody fox.

…

We eat breakfast quietly enjoying the sounds of the rainy falling outside, it had lessen from now. No thundering sounds anymore just a quite rain. It felt so peaceful as some birds where singing, happy for the rain after so many days of hot sun.

The sweet smell of coffee and honey bread brought a comfort to me, Yoongi sat in front of me this time eyes on his coffee as he drank and a book on his other hand.

I watched him as he read. His eyebrows would furrow here and there when he read something intriguing. He would lick his lips after taking a sip of his coffee then would go back his full attention towards the book in his hand.

I watched as he turned the pages, fingers sliding over the page every time he read one and went for the next one, his golden eyes looked darker this time.

I felt my cheeks getting warmer as i stared at his neck, his Adam apple moving down once he took a sip of his coffee. His colar bones showing as the hanbook was slightly opened and still messy, half of his chest exposed moving up and down slowly as he breathed, his soft skin seemed to shine over the grey light coming from the window.

I was lost in every inch of him, not even realizing he noticed me staring at him. Cup of coffee still on my hands in front my lips, to busy looking at the fox that sat in front of me to drink my coffee.

- you’re staring - he said, not looking at me. Eyes looked on the book in his hand.

- You look good… - I confess, almost inaudible checks hot and red.

He didn’t say anything but I noticed the small smile he had on his lips.

After we have breakfast i went outside, watching the rain fall in the garden. Some people don’t like the rain because it makes them sad. But i always loved the rain, it brought me serenity and calmness.

The roses seemed to bloom even more in the rain their perfume was everywhere, the garden was so beautiful it looked like a painting.

I hugged myself as a cold wind flowed through, the leaves on the floor danced around as the wind moved them.

I couldn’t help but let the flashbacks from my dream run through my mind, my heart felt heavy at the thought of the man. Just who was him?

Up until the point I touched him the dream felt like… a dream. Then it was as if i was right there. Every bit of feelings i had at that time hit me with so much pain, I loved him. And it pained me. Why?

- what’s going on the head of yours? - Yoongi said behind me. I turned to him noticing he changed his clothes. Now wearing a black hanbook.

- Nothing. - i said, for some reason telling him about another man didn’t felt right to me.

- Don’t lie to me… - he walked in my direction, out of instinct I walked back making him stop then he walked towards me with absurd speed, holding me against the wall. Golden eyes burning into mine.

- Yoongi…

- You promised me… - he said, as if not believing in it - you promised you wouldn’t… - before he could finished I stoped him, I knew what he was thinking. I knew he thought that mark on my hand was still reason to make me uncomfortable.

- And I’m keeping my promise, it’s not that… - i assured him, the worry in his eyes subsiding - the dream… i think I saw my past life.

I finally take it out of my chest what has been ghosting around my mind, a sight of relief coming from his lips worry slowly leaving his features, his glare on me wasn’t angry anymore but gentle and understanding.

I knew he just worries about me, somewhere in his heart he cares for me and just want to protect me. It felt hard on me keeping things from him knowing that. But at the same time, those were things I wasn’t even sure of yet.

- sorry… - i said, guilt weighting on me for making him worried about me - i should’ve told before.

I know I could tell him about everything but it still confused me, i didn’t know anything i saw in that dream.

- No… it’s okay - he told me, pausing for a moment.

He looked to the side before looking back me, his hand leaving my sides as one he held my chin slowly caressing it, the other rested on my waist. He pressed his forehead against mine as he closed his eyes taking a deep breath before looking back into mine.

- what did you saw? - he was more gentle now, still caressing my chin.

- I can’t really tell… - I tried hard to picture the images I saw in my dream - i only saw fragments of images…

I wondered what i could tell him about the dream and from some reason telling him about the men i supposed I was in love with seemed to bother me, it felt wrong as I was in his arms.

- there was a man his name was Taehyung, i think he was the king…i called him that… - I tell him.

- Just that? - he asked. Curiosity shining in his golden eyes. He was giving me all of his attention.

- I saw how I died… - I could still feel the way the arrow went into me, a chill running down my spine as i remember it - the rest was only in fragments nothing clear…

He sighted, hand falling on my waist as he pulled me closer for a hug. Burying his face on my neck as he moved his hands up and down my sides in a gentle caress, i closed my arms around his neck embracing him back. His delicious smell of wood and cinnamon surrounding me.

He began to slowly leave small kisses on my skin, starting from the back of my ear down my neck and colar bone. Stopping to look me in the eyes again, our foreheads touching and the tip of his nose slightly brushing against mine.

He moved us forward, pushing me completely against the wall, a gasp of surprise falling from my lips. His hands holding me tightly against him, body fully against mine as his golden eyes burned with so much fire over every inch of me. I felt like melting as one of his hands held my chin up, his face nearly inches away from mine lips brushing over mine. I closed my eyes waiting for him.

- am i interrupting something?

Yoongi pulled out from me so fast at the source of voice I almost lost my balance. It was Jimin. He wore a baby pink hanbook that shined on the silver light of the sky, it gave him a look at cuteness and innocence.

- don’t you hate rain? - Yoongi said, i notice the slight impatience on his tone. Angry from being interrupted.

- Yes - Jimin walked to us then pointed to the sky - but it stopped… - he looked at us both up and down eyes stopping at Yoongis hand still on my waist.

I quickly brushed Yoongis hand off and made my way towards Jimin, taking his hand in mine quickly running away from there with him. Yoongi looked like he could punch him at any moment. I didn’t want that to happen.

- so good to see you made it today - i said, rushing inside the house - did you brought that delicious bread?

- You bet! - he answered excited.

Once inside he went straight towards the small table in the middle of the kitchen, putting the basket with all the bread and sweets on it. I was immediately hit by the delicious smell of it. He opened the basket and my mouth watered at the sight of so many different kinds of sweet. Straight out of the oven, I could tell from the small mist coming from them. There was a small bread full of sugar and strawberry jam, a bread bathed on honey, small and round shining with honey all over it.

- oh my, Jimin! - I exclaimed eyeing the sweets - they look so good!

- Try this - he gave me the strawberry one, i took it from his hand and it was impossible not to get sugar all over my fingers. And the taste? Simply delicious and so juice. The strawberry jam was sweet and perfect.

- It’s so good oh! - I complement him. Mouth full and lips covered on sugar.

He smiled shyly a bit of red on his checks, he turned to take the breads out of the basket putting them over the table.

- Is it that good? - Yoongi suddenly said coming towards me and Jimin, I watched as he slowly made his way towards me.

He had that look on his face. The one he had on the bath last night, golden and fierce. Long ears standing proud on his head as he walked towards me as if i was his pray, before I could try to escape he was right there in front of me.

- let me try it - he said once he stood in front of me. Golden eyes never leaving mine.

I swallow hard, not once did it crossed my mind he would hold my hand with the bread and bring it towards his mouth taking a bite of the bread so slowly. Torturing me with his golden eyes staring straight into mine as he licked the sugar off his lips. Same lips that were on my skin not long ago. It was turture.

His hand slided down my arm slowly, he made sure to touch every centimeter of it after he’s done.

- delicious indeed - he said, never once did those golden eyes left mine - oh… you got some sugar here.

He moved his hand to my face, thumb sliding over my lips taking all the sugar from it. Golden eyes fallowing his touch over my lower lip, looking up into mine only to lick off the sugar from lips on his thumb, so damn slowly.

My mind was going places. Racing with thoughts and my body burned everywhere he touched.

- Should I… should i make some tea to drink with the bread? - I try to run away from that awkwardness. Jimin only looked at us confused before saying a small yes, he didn’t understand what was happening and it showed in his eyes.

To be honest neither did i. Yoongi has been acting different towards me ever since he came covered in blood, more touchy and protective over me. It made me nervous. So nervous at how much i desired him. Did he felt that too?

As i make the tea Jimin tells me he’d get the table ready and i decide to make a Chamomile and peach tea, I fill the kettle with water and turn the stove on. Watching as the fire starts to heat up the kettle and i put the tea inside the teapot. Since i had my back towards them the whole time i didn’t notice Yoongi coming behind me until he corners me against the sink, both his hands on each sides of my body. His soft breath hitting the back of my neck sending chills down my spine.

- did i made you uncomfortable? - he asked, worry in his voice.

- No… - i whisper, wondering if this was about the strawberry bread or the incident outside before. - not uncomfortable, just…

- Nervous? - he didn’t let me finish not single drop of worry in his voice this time, his lips slightly brushing on my neck. I could only nod. - good.

Good.

A ghost of a whisper as he then left to sit in front of Jimin on the table. I swallowed hard, checks burning red.

What does that mean? Does he know how he makes me feel? Does he know i want him… is he doing it on purpose?

I didn’t thought much of it as the kettle was starting to make an annoying sound, i pored the hot water in the teapot breathing the smell of peaches and chamomile.

We can deal with it later.

….

Jimin and Yoongi were talking a lot more today, and i quietly watched them as they proceeded to make a comfortable conversation. Yoongi seemed to be in a better mood today, they talked about different topics and things i didn’t understand about their world. Jimin would explain to me excited at my curiosity and Yoongi would listen and watch us, a found smile on his face.

Time passed so fast i didn’t realized we’ve been talking for hours till Jimin says he has to go now, Yoongi fallows him outside turning back to me only to say he has some fox duties today.

I only nodd and smile to him, assuring him it’s fine. He gives me one last smile before going for real.

Once it was just me in the house i took my time to clean up the table and put the food in their place. After that i decided to read something till Yoongi comes back, so i went to our room stopping in front of his bookshelf. I picked a book of poetry which had a red cover with the name written in gold.

Sitting on the bed i got comfortable before i began to read, line after line the book getting me completely into it. The soft sounds of rain falling outside was music to my ears as i continued to read, looking outside of the window from time to time admiring the rain.

One thing added to the other, the smell of honey and the sounds of rain falling down. My mind was being serenaded by the words in the book and everything seemed to be so peaceful and comfortable.

Eyes staring to get heavy and slowly i fell asleep, face over the book but still so comfortable. How?

I didn’t worry about that in the moment, my only thought being how comfy I felt in that moment. Falling into a deep sleep.

More and more deep.

Yn.

The sound of rain further away from my mind.

Yn.

Deeper into the darkness of my dreams.

- yn… - a deep calm voice whisper in my ear. - my darling please wake up for me?

Hands moved up on my back, it didn’t scared me far from it. His touch felt nice. So deliciously nice.

- humm… Teahyung? - still sleepy I said.

- yes my darling…

My eyes opened slowly and I took in his face. He was over me, his hands caressing my face so delicately. A found smile on his lips.

- I’ve missed you my queen… - he said, before lowering down to kiss me and I closed my eyes waiting.

Everything changed in a second after that, I opened my eyes at the sudden feeling of cold only to see the full moon shined bright in the sky as i looked at it. It didn’t bring me comfort as it usually did, no.

This time I felt pain. The more I looked at it the more it pained me.

- yn…?

I turned to him immediately as I hear his voice asking for me, a hopeless sight escaping my lips at the sight of him. Covered in blood again, the sword on his right hand.

- no, Yoongi… - my voice was bearly a whisper.

- yn?… - the sound of his voice cracking as he walked towards me, eyes shining but this time it was from tears.

I walked towards him as he came to me, tears falling over his face. He looked so terribly sad and lost, I just wanted to hold him in my arms.

But he walked right through me.

I stoped in my tracks. It took me a second to realized. I didn’t wanted to turn around, deep down I kinda knew what was waiting for me. Even so I turned back, only to see the the flames growing more and more on the house, his house was on fire. Falling apart.

Yoongi fell down on his knees in front of what i now realized was… my dead body, he held me against him crying out loud. His cries where a punch to my stomach. Each time another painful cry left his lips was a painful stab into my heart. Tears falling on my face and i kept screaming to him. “I’m here” “I’m alive” “please… look at me”.

But he never did.

That felling of almost drowning but then coming back to the surface, waking up from that dream felt like dying and then being forced to come back. My chest was hurting painfully, my body still recovering from the dream, that pain felt so real and heavy on my chest.

If I closed my eyes again i could still hear his cries, wiping a single tear off my face as i remember it. How was that so clear? It felt so real i couldn’t make it up.

The sound of rain was heavy now, i looked up the window to see the sky has darkened. I must’ve been asleep for a long time, taking a deep breath i made my way out of the bed. Wondering if Yoongi had come back already or if he’ll come back only tomorrow morning like usual.

A sudden need to see him filling my chest, i just wanted to make sure he was okay. I didn’t think i would be able to wait until the morning to see him, not after that nightmare. In such short period of time he became so dear to me.

I didn’t spear any seconds as i quickly got out of the room, not seeing any sign of him in the house i make my outside.

That weight of worry melted out off of me as soon as my eyes landed on his figure, he was sitting on the porch a serene look on his features as he watched the heavy rain falling. For a moment i just watched him, taking in his presence. I felt like crying for some reason but held back.

He noticed my presence as he looked over at me and a small smile made its way to his lips, i felt so relieved walking towards him. Yoongi seemed to notice something wasn’t right as he took me by the waist as soon as i was in front of him. My arms closing around his neck as i hugged him tight.

- is something wrong? - he whispered in my ear.

- i thought you wouldn’t come back today - i reply, burying my face in his neck.

- sorry.

It wasn’t just any apology, he understood exactly what I meant and i know deep down he meant it for last time and for now. When he wouldn’t come back from his duties, and when he came covered… i just held him tighter as the image of him like that crossed my mind. We held each other for so long the sky began to clear, I looked up to find the moon shining over us.

For the first time i didn’t want to look at it, it made me nauseous. Something about it didn’t felt right with me, a sudden need to challenge it.

Sliding my arms over Yoongis i looked over his face, beautiful golden eyes staring into mine. We were so close yet i needed more.

- we should go inside… - he murmured - it’s getting colder.

I simply nodded letting him guide me back inside the house, his hand in mine the whole time.

Once in his room he turned to me, one hand gently caressing my face. The other one on my waist as he walked making me walk backwards slowly till the back of my knees touch the bed, I sat down looking up at him as he continues to caress my chin.

- you look tense… - his voice dark and velvet - allow me to… help you relax? - I feel a chill on my skin as he leans down, his face mere centimeters close to mine.

I swallow hard as he then draws his finger down from my chin to my neck and along my colar bone. Leaving a ghost of a kiss on my check he stands upwards walking to my right he sit beside me before sliding to sit behind me, both his thighs on each side of my body. I could still feel the tip of his finger dancing along my skin.

I almost lost my breath as he moves my hair gently to the side fingertips brushing slightly against my skin, just a simple movement but the way he does it makes into so much more. One arm circling around my waist as he than opened the not i made on the clothe i wore. He pushed slightly down making me hold it against my chest, turning to look at him from the side.

- don’t worry… - he murmured against the back of my hair - I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.

He began to push it down again just enough to expose my colar bones and shoulders . His hands sliding up my arms so slowly it felt like torture, he always loved to tease me I knew that. But this time it felt so nice I simply closed my eyes allowing him to do as he pleases, enjoying every second of it.

His warm fingers finally coming in touch with my shoulders as he slowly added some pressure with the tip of his fingers, massaging my neck in slow movements of up and down.

I had to bite my lips to hold a moan as he focused on my neck, aplaying pressure with his thumb in the back of my neck and slowly sliding down his fingers on my colar bones.

A long sight escaped me as i leaned my head back against his touch, feeling his breath hit the back of my neck as he came closer to me. He held me against him making sure i lean on him, completely rested over his body. He left small kisses along my neck, my hands resting on his thighs as he began to use his teeth on my skin. So slightly i could bearly feel yet enough to make his canines known.

- is this okay? - he suddenly asked.

- yes… - i could bearly say anything, completely lost on his touch.

I felt his smile over my skin, he was enjoying the effects he had on me. Yoongi continued the assault on my neck, this time leaving long wet kisses over it taking long licks on my skin from my shoulder up to my ear leaving a long kiss behind it. Sucking on it more harshly, his teeth clearly scratching my skin this time he was leaving marks all over it i could feel it.

His hands holding my waist tighter and tighter each time, i could feel his breathing turning faster as he held me against him. One final kiss over the curve of my neck, his hands sliding up almost too close to my chest but never trespassing it. He groaned against my skin slightly moving his hips up.

- Yoongi… - i moaned, grabbing his thighs sticking my nails on him.

Turning my face towards him i searched for what i needed the most now, his lips. One hand grabbing the back of his neck towards me to finally kiss him. We both moaned at the touch, wet lips finally meeting each other.

I wish I could say it was a romantic kiss but, it wasn’t. It was sexual and full of desire, tongues fighting for space savoring each other’s taste. We been teasing each other for so long, waiting for one to finally give in. Not leaving space for curtesy, he bit into my bottom lip just to lick over again.

One arm around my waist he held me tight before turning me over as he stayed above me, golden eyes shining under the dim light of his room. Lips red and plump from the kiss, his pointy fangs showing a bit as he smirked coming down to leave a small kiss on my lips.

Then my neck leaving a tray of kisses all over my chest and between my boobs, opened the hanbook completely now my body on display for him as he kept leaving kisses over my skin down towards my bellybutton. Hands over my hips as he slides them up over my ribs then down using the tips of his finger nails carving my skin, goosebumps flowing up my body at his touch making my arch my back.

Eyes closed as I felt him leave more kisses all over my hips, fingers sliding under the sides of my underwear over my hips to push them down. Taking them off completely from me, he stayed there on his knees just looking at me, cold wind coming from the window hitting my body making my nipples harden immediately.

He brought his hands over my knees, brushing his thumb over them slightly before opening my legs for him. His eyes savory every centimeter of my body, once he was satisfied he began to lower down towards my belly.

Leaving mouthed kisses and bites over my skin making a tray down where I needed him the most, his hands held my thighs in place as he gave my pussy a long lick.

I couldn’t stop my body from reacting to his touch, my back arching immediately seeking more of him. Hips rocking against his face.

- Yoongi… - i moan. His name falling from my lips like sugar, I feel him crave his nails deeper into my flash.

He started with long licks over my clit, his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he began to suck on it moaning against my pussy. The wet sounds from his mouth on me driving me completely insane, every movement of his tongue against me sending a burning desire over my body, I couldn’t stop my body from moving against him.

It made him hold my thighs harder as he stared to move his tongue faster against me, one of my hands grabbing his hair as he sucked on my clit harder. He moaned against me, the vibrations of his voice making me go more and more wilder.

I was getting closer, he could fell it as he continued to move his tongue faster not stop in even fora second.

- Yoongi… - i moaned out his name, grabbing his hair harder as he groaned against my pussy.

I was so close I could feel my heart beating faster against my chest, blood burning through my veins. My hips moving against his face uncontrollably as I held his hair between my fingers, his nails leaving red marks over my thighs.

He continued to suck on my clit his voice vibrating against me, I could feel the heavy burning sensation of my high coming. I was head in the clouds so close to it. But then he stopped. I groaned inpatient. He lifted his head up from my pussy, smirk on his wet lips as he stared into my eyes with his golden ones.

His right hand sliding down my thigh.

- you taste so good… - he said over his lashes, I looked at him still coming from my high. - i taste you all night….

I could say anything. He didn’t gave me much time, pushing my hips against his face again. His tongue inside me as he used his finger to touch my swollen clit. My whole body was burning with his touches. Moving his tongue in and out of me so slowly in the most delicious way.

Hand instinctively gabbing his hair again as I rocked my hips up and down against his face, fallowing his peace. I felt my high coming again, so close but he never stopped his peace. I felt like a could met every time he moved his tongue inside me. Legs shaking around him, I couldn’t control my body anymore.

Begging him for more.

My feet sliding down over his back stopping at his bottom, he groaned against me. Sucking on my clit he inserted his finger inside my pussy, finally giving me what I wanted.

Meet sounds coming from his fingers fucking me as he continued to lick and suck on my clit, I was a complete mess. Legs shaking beside his head getting closer and closer to my orgasm, he kept going faster groaning against me.

- Yoongi… so close… - i moaned his name, grabbing his hair harder.

A wave of relief filled me, my heart was racing and my whole body felt so light. Everything felt so deliciously good I couldn’t explain. Looking down between my legs Yoongi now moved slower as I came into his fingers, he rode out my orgasm with his tongue, licking all traces of it from my pussy.

I caressed his hair as he began to trace the skin of my thigh with his finger, licking his wet lips he stared at me. Golden eyes shining brighter than I have ever seen, the sweet smell of cinnamon in the air coming from him more noticeable than ever.

His finger slides down, stoping at my hip and than sliding over my pussy so slowly a ghost of a touch, he moved his finger deeper against my clit deliciously finally sliding inside me again.

- Yoongi, no… - i manege to whisper to him. He chuckled not stoping his movements. - no I can’t again…

- Yes you can… - he murmured, low voice full of desire dripping from his mouth.

With that he slides another finger inside me making me arch my back, my hands closing into fists as I grabbed the sheets. He lowered his head down on me again, this time sucking over my clit as he moved his fingers in and out of me painfully slow.

- no… - i moaned again, but he didn’t stop. At this point I didn’t wanted him to.

- Come for me again y/n… - he growled over me, coming back for my mouth as he kissed me harshly.

I moaned against his mouth as he began to move his fingers faster, using his thumb to move over my clit as he went faster. The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside me sinfully, his groans against my lips all driving me towards the edge again. Tasting myself on his lips, he slides his tongue against mine making me moan in his mouth.

My hands holding his shoulders tighter the closer I got, scratching his skin deeper his moans driving me completely insane.

- more, Yoongi…

- that’s my girl… - he said over my ear, leaving a kiss over it - com for me again…

- Yoongi…

I held on into him harder the closer I got, his finger moving in and out of me faster. He continued his assault on my neck as I held into his shoulders, nails marking his skin hiding my face on the curve of his neck.

I could feel that wave filling me up again, painfully slow and so good. My hips moving against his finger as he drove me to my second orgasm, I moaned out his name sinking my teeth over his neck.

I felt his voice vibrate through his skin as he groaned in pleasure, my nails sliding down his back leaving marks. He moved his finger slower driving the last bit of my orgasm.

My head was in the clouds again, my whole body felt so heavy and tired.

I moaned once he took his finger out of me, leaving a kiss over my check he stared into my eyes.

- that’s my girl… - he said, caressing my bottom lip with his wet thumb - taste yourself for me hum?

Slowly I opened my mouth for him, taking in his two fingers that were inside my pussy. Tasting my own juice as he looked at me with such pleasure, bitting into his own lips as I suck on his fingers. Feeling the soft tips slide against my tongue, wet with my cum. Holding his wrist as i suck on them, eyes locked with his golden ones.

- fuck.. - he cursed, closing his eyes - you’re driving me crazy y/n…

He slides them off my mouth licking them before coming back for a kiss, lips moving slightly against mine. Leaving one last kiss over my check, he caressed my face golden eyes staring into mine with adoration.

- you should rest now - he whispered against my neck.

- but you… - i moved my hands up his shoulders which he takes them into his to put them by my sides on the bed.

- i can wait for you tomorrow… - he pressed a kiss over my ear - I’ll need you full rested.

- oh… - i simple said, realization hitting me. He chuckled.

One hand he bald my thigh over his hip the other around my neck as he pushed me up to lay over him, my head resting against his chest as he still held my leg over his hips.

His hand caressed my head softly as the sound of his heart beat slowly draw me to sleep, my eyes feeling heavier each time.

The rain outside still falling heavy, thunder lightning above in the sky. The smell of rain misture with his heavenly perfume of wood and cinnamon, I held him tighter as i finally embraced my sleep.

That night I had no dreams of my past life.

Next?

Taglist: @missmin @whipwhoops @glosstwn @i-have-no-life-charlie @kooslilhoe @catlove83 @taegicity @ginger-coffee-addict @rosquilleta @tarahardcore @liveyun @manuosorio @thvlover 7 @4ukiyo4 @sukonsukuna @passionandsuga @missroro @btspurplesky @crystallizedtime @i-am-invisible-for-you @celticcountrygal @dancerninjastudent-blog @fairywriter-oracle @m4gg13-g @alexxa013 @unadulteratedlyunique @kpopmultistantrashsstuff f @anaspectoflife @younhakim29 @slinekyu @nochookiee @strxwbloody @yoongislatinagff @pandafuriosa60 @nattjuless @cuntessaiii @fatmaortiz @kimsonlyluv @wobblewobble822 @be0mluver @bangchanbabygirlx @illnevertrustmyselfagain @slut-4-yourmom @jiminbluerose @mygdday @bitch—ari @honsoolgloss @kimtaehussy @amariemoore @starrlo0ver @blue-and-grey-army

Sorry for any grammatical mistakes 😅💖

[kpopsexstories]

QUICK FIX #14: You play around and pleasure BTS Taehyung's (V) cock with a vibrating teddy bear

Member: BTS Taehyung (V)

Content: Masturbation, Cumshot

Type: UNCONVENTIONAL

Word Count: 986

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more smut and other members and groups 😊

You're seated by the foot of the bed. Taehyung is laying naked in front of you, leaning on his elbows, with a hard dick between his legs. In your hands, you're holding a soft, comfy teddy bear.

You pull the little ring behind the mechanical toy. The bear vibrates for several seconds, while the string you've pulled out slowly retracts back into it. You both look at the bear curiously.

When it stops, you turn to Taehyung with a naughty expression on your face. He grins playfully back at you. You're both thinking the same thing.

Taehyung spreads his legs slightly, while you scoot closer to him and lean in between his thighs. You reach up and place the adorable bear on his chest, pull the string, and move the bear around. Slowly, the vibrations and soft fur gently massage Taehyung’s skin.

Taehyung closes his eyes and opens his mouth. The sensation the bear produces feels great on his naked body.

You pull the string again, and the bear sets off, eager to explore every inch of Taehyung’s front. It seductively visits his neck, stomach and waist as you move it around, and pull the string repeatedly. Taehyung shivers and breathes heavily. He seems to love what you're doing to him.

The bear ventures south. It circles around Taehyung's crotch, and explores his legs and the sensitive areas on his inner thighs. It goes down the legs, one at the time, and back up again toward the boner.

Taehyung is so fucking hard. Throughout the whole thing, his long dick leans stiff against his stomach. When you finally let the bear touch the dick, Taehyung let's out a loud moan.

You pull the string again, and let the bear climb up and down the shaft. It presses and vibrates against it. The vibrations send a thrill through Taehyung, who begins to pant and moan a little heavier. The shaft occasionally jolts as blood pulses through it.

You crab the root of the dick with your hand and hold it up. It points straight in the air, and the vibrating bear climbs and slides down it, as if playing in a tree. Again and again, you and the bear enjoy the full length of Taehyung's cock, while Taehyung continues to moan and groan with pleasure.

You use your teeth to pull the string, and your nose brushes against the erection. You play with the bear, move it as if it's climbing, and every time it reaches the top the bear kisses the head.

Eventually, the bear doesn't climb back down. You pull the string for the twentieth time, and press the nose of the toy harder against Taehyung's dick head. This teases the cock, and edges him on as he gets ever closer to an orgasm.

Taehyung begins to squirm. He wraps his legs around your body between his thighs. He lifts and lowers his ass repeatedly, while the bear sends sensational vibrations through his cock.

“Ugh,” Taehyung groans. “Ahh, Mr. Bear, you're gonna make me come!”

His eyes are shut hard and his face becomes strained and twisted. When the edging almost gets too much for him to bear, he opens his eyes wide, sits up straight, and leans on his hands behind his back. His leg muscles become tense around you, and he stares with his mouth wide open at your hand and Mr. Bear on his boner.

“Fuck!” Taehyung exclaims, when you grab a little tighter around the shaft, and press the bear a little harder against the head. “Ughhn, fuuck, I'm coming on you Mr. Bear!”

The shaft suddenly jolts, as a sexual pulse shoots through it. Taehyung quickly lifts his ass from the bed. You bend down, briefly to pull the string with your teeth again, then sit back up to avoid the cum you know is about to ooze out of the tiny hole at the tip of Taehyung's shaft.

Still holding around the root, and pointing the dick straight in the air, you press the vibrating bear harder and harder against the tree.

For a moment – a split second which feels like an eternity – nothing really happens. Taehyung is holding his breath and his body freezes, every muscle in him tense as the orgasm happens.

You both sit and stare at the head with anticipation. You never take the snout from the head, as you hold it completely still while it goes through its vibration cycle.

Then Taehyung erupts. He jolts again, throws his head back, and moans: "Aahh-uhhh!"

Cum squirts out of him, like lava from a previously dormant volcano. The thick, white liquid keeps coming, oozing out until the head, shaft and back of your hand is completely drenched in it. The bear gets soaked, as you begin to move it in tiny circles around the head, sucking up all the sperm.

You bend down one last time to pull the sting with your teeth. A second pulse shoots through the shaft, and more cum squirts out and rolls down it.

Mr. Bear is loving it. You move him around, letting the fur soak up all of Taehyung's produce. The bear starts climbing the makeshift tree again, up and down the shaft, while he cleans both the shaft and the back of your hand.

You finally let go of the cock and wipe your palm on the bear. Taehyung has come down from his orgasm and begins to relax, leaning on his elbows once again. He looks at you, and when your eyes meet you both start to giggle.

“Damn, that was amazing!” Taehyung says. ”You're so good baby.”

“I can't take the credit,” you say playfully. “It was Mr. Bear.”

“From now on,” Taehyung says, “Mr. Bear should always come to bed with us."

He reaches out and places his hand between your legs. “Maybe next time he'll visit his cave. I've heard he loves a cozy pussy.”

[themwordsblog]

La la la la Love

The school bell rang, signaling the end of another tedious math class. Hana quickly packed her books, hoping to avoid any unnecessary encounters. But as she turned the corner, she ran into the last person she wanted to see—Kim Taehyung.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Hana,” Taehyung drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. “Where are you rushing off to?”

Hana’s heart pounded in her chest. “J-Just going to the library,” she stammered, avoiding his piercing gaze.

Taehyung’s smirk widened. “I think you have time for a little chat, don’t you?” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming.

She took a step back, fear evident in her eyes. “Please, Taehyung, I don’t want any trouble.”

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Who said anything about trouble?” His voice was soft, almost tender, but Hana could see the dangerous glint in his eyes.

---

During lunch, Hana sat alone in the cafeteria, trying to enjoy her meal. Taehyung watched her from across the room, his eyes never leaving her. His friends, Namjoon and Yoongi, noticed his fixation.

“Why don’t you just leave her alone, Taehyung?” Namjoon suggested, concern in his voice.

Taehyung tore his gaze away from Hana and looked at his friend. “I can’t. She’s… different.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Different how?”

Taehyung didn’t answer, his eyes drifting back to Hana. He stood up, ignoring his friends’ questioning looks, and made his way to her table.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, not waiting for a response as he sat down next to her.

Hana tensed, her appetite disappearing. “Why are you doing this?”

He leaned in, his voice low. “Because I can’t stay away from you.”

---

Hana was sitting alone in the cafeteria, trying to eat her lunch in peace.

Suddenly, Taehyung and his friends approached her table. He sat down next to her, an unsettling grin on his face.

"What's for lunch today, Hana?" he asked, leaning in too close for comfort.

Hana tried to ignore him, but he grabbed her sandwich, taking a bite. 

"Not bad," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Give it back, Taehyung," she said quietly, her voice trembling.

"Why? So you can eat it in your little corner all alone?" he taunted, tossing the sandwich back onto her tray.

Hana felt tears prickling her eyes but refused to let them fall.

 "Why do you do this?"

"Because it's fun," he replied, his grin widening. 

"And because you react every time."Before she could respond, he stood up, his eyes flashing with something darker. 

"See you around, Hana."

--

During gym class, Hana tried to stay out of Taehyung's way, but he seemed to find her no matter where she went. As they played dodgeball, he made a point of targeting her with every throw.

"Hey, Hana!" he shouted, just before hurling a ball directly at her.

 It hit her hard, knocking her to the ground.Laughter erupted around her, but Hana felt only the sting of humiliation and pain. She looked up to see Taehyung smirking down at her.

"Better watch out, Hana. You're an easy target," he said, his voice mocking.

Hana picked herself up, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger. 

"Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Taehyung's smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of something more complex. 

"Because I can't," he said quietly, before turning and walking away.

--

The cafeteria was abuzz with the usual chatter as Taehyung and the boys sat at their usual table, joking and laughing amongst themselves. Suddenly, a hush fell over the room as someone approached their table.

"Hey, Taehyung," a voice called out. It was one of the school's notorious troublemakers, a cocky grin on his face. "I've got a challenge for you."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh yeah? What kind of challenge?"

The troublemaker leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I dare you to kiss the first person who walks in through that door."

Taehyung's friends exchanged uneasy glances, sensing trouble. Namjoon opened his mouth to protest, but Taehyung held up a hand, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Fine," Taehyung said, his voice filled with bravado. "You're on."

Just as the challenge was accepted, the cafeteria door swung open, and Hana walked in, her eyes downcast as she headed towards the lunch line. Taehyung's heart skipped a beat as he watched her, a rush of conflicting emotions flooding through him.

"Wait, Taehyung, we shouldn't—" Namjoon started, but it was too late. Taehyung was already on his feet, striding purposefully towards Hana.

"Hana!" he called out, drawing the attention of the entire cafeteria. She looked up, startled, as Taehyung approached her.

The room fell silent as Taehyung stood in front of Hana, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the confusion and fear in her eyes, and for a moment, he hesitated. But then, with a determined glint in his eye, he reached out and gently cupped her face, leaning in to press his lips against hers.

Gasps echoed through the cafeteria as Taehyung kissed Hana, his friends looking on in shock. But as he pulled away, he saw something in Hana's eyes that gave him hope – a flicker of something resembling understanding.

He met her gaze, silently pleading for forgiveness, before turning and walking back to his table, leaving the entire cafeteria in stunned silence. As he sat down, his friends stared at him, speechless.

"What was that, Taehyung?" Yoongi finally managed to sputter.

Taehyung shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the turmoil raging inside him. "Just a kiss, right?"

But deep down, he knew it was so much more than that. It was a bold declaration of his feelings for Hana, a risk he had taken in front of the entire school. And as he stole a glance at her across the cafeteria, he couldn't help but wonder what would come next.

--

As the cafeteria gradually returned to its usual buzz of activity, Hana stood frozen in place, her mind racing. She felt the lingering warmth of Taehyung's lips on hers, a confusing mix of emotions swirling inside her. Part of her was shocked by his boldness, while another part couldn't deny the flutter of something resembling excitement deep within her chest.

Meanwhile, Taehyung tried to maintain his composure, but his heart was racing with anticipation and anxiety. He stole glances at Hana from across the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her reaction, but she avoided his gaze, her expression unreadable.

Namjoon cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence at their table. "Taehyung, what was that all about?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Taehyung shrugged, attempting to play it cool despite the turmoil churning inside him. "Just having a little fun, Joonie," he replied with a smirk, though his eyes betrayed the uncertainty he felt.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing. "Fun? That didn't look like fun, Taehyung. It looked like you were making a statement."

Taehyung's smirk faltered, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He knew his friends were onto him, but he wasn't ready to admit the true extent of his feelings for Hana – not yet, at least.

Before the conversation could continue, Hana quietly slipped out of the cafeteria, her mind spinning with confusion. She needed time to process what had just happened, to sort through the jumble of emotions that Taehyung's impulsive kiss had stirred within her.

As the bell signaling the end of lunch rang out, Taehyung glanced around the now-empty cafeteria, his heart heavy with regret. He knew he had crossed a line, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had just made a mess of things – not just for himself, but for Hana as well.

With a heavy sigh, Taehyung rose from his seat, his friends following suit. As they made their way out of the cafeteria, he couldn't help but steal one last glance at the door through which Hana had disappeared. 

--

As the days passed, Taehyung and Hana found themselves caught in a delicate dance of proximity and avoidance. There were moments of intense closeness, where their paths would intersect in unexpected ways, followed by abrupt withdrawals as the weight of their shared history hung heavy between them.

One such moment occurred during a school event, where Taehyung and Hana were assigned to work together on a project. As they sat side by side, their elbows occasionally brushing against each other, the air between them crackled with tension. Taehyung could feel the warmth of Hana's presence beside him, a comforting yet unsettling reminder of the connection they shared.

But as they delved deeper into their task, the conversation between them flowed easily, the barriers that had once stood between them crumbling away with each passing moment. Taehyung found himself laughing at Hana's dry wit, while Hana marveled at Taehyung's genuine enthusiasm for their project.

Yet, just as they began to relax into each other's company, a familiar pang of guilt washed over Taehyung, reminding him of the hurt he had caused Hana in the past. Sensing his discomfort, Hana withdrew slightly, her smile faltering as she retreated into herself once more.

Their interaction left Taehyung grappling with conflicting emotions – the desire to reach out to Hana, to bridge the gap between them, battling against the fear of causing her further pain. And so, despite the undeniable chemistry that simmered beneath the surface, they both retreated into their own respective worlds, their connection left unexplored and unresolved.

In the days that followed, Taehyung and Hana found themselves falling into a pattern of avoidance, their encounters becoming increasingly fleeting and strained. They would exchange polite nods in the hallway, their gazes skirting away from each other as if afraid to acknowledge the tension that lingered between them.

But amidst the awkwardness and uncertainty, there were fleeting moments of vulnerability – a shared glance across a crowded room, a hesitant smile exchanged in passing – that hinted at the depth of their unspoken connection. 

--

The teasing began innocently enough, with Namjoon flashing Taehyung a knowing smirk during one of their late-night study sessions.

"So, Taehyung," Namjoon began casually, flipping through his textbook. "How's your little crush on Hana going?"

Taehyung felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he glanced around the room, hoping none of the other members had overheard. But to his dismay, Yoongi, who had been quietly scribbling notes in the corner, looked up with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Yeah, Taehyung," Yoongi chimed in, his voice dripping with amusement. "We all saw that steamy kiss in the cafeteria. Got anything to say about that?"

Taehyung's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he sputtered for a response. Before he could come up with a suitable comeback, Hoseok and Jimin burst into the room, their laughter echoing off the walls.

"What's so funny, guys?" Hoseok asked, his grin widening as he caught sight of Taehyung's flushed face.

Namjoon wasted no time filling Hoseok and Jimin in on the latest gossip, much to Taehyung's chagrin. Before long, the entire room was abuzz with speculation and teasing, with Jin joining in the fray as he entered the room with snacks in hand.

"Looks like our Taehyungie has a soft spot for Hana," Jin teased, winking at Taehyung as he passed out snacks to the rest of the group.

Taehyung buried his face in his hands, mortified by the attention. He knew his friends meant well, but their teasing only served to highlight the awkwardness between him and Hana, making it even harder for him to navigate his feelings.

As the teasing continued into the night, Taehyung couldn't help but wonder how he would ever be able to face Hana again without feeling like a complete fool. But deep down, amidst the laughter and teasing, he knew that his friends had his back – and that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for him and Hana yet.

--

The teasing from his friends continued in the days that followed, with every mention of Hana's name accompanied by a knowing look or a playful nudge. Taehyung couldn't escape the relentless ribbing, no matter how hard he tried to brush it off with a laugh or a witty retort.

One evening, as they gathered in Taehyung's room for a movie night, the topic inevitably turned to Hana once again. Taehyung tried to steer the conversation in a different direction, but his friends were relentless in their teasing.

"So, Taehyung, when are you going to make your move on Hana?" Jungkook piped up, earning a chorus of laughter from the group.

Taehyung groaned, sinking lower into his seat as he tried to deflect the attention away from himself. "Can we please talk about something else? Like, I don't know, the movie we're about to watch?"

But his protests fell on deaf ears, and soon the conversation was back on track, with each of his friends offering their own unsolicited advice on how to win Hana's heart.

As the movie played in the background, Taehyung found himself lost in thought, his mind drifting back to the kiss he and Hana had shared in the cafeteria. Despite the awkwardness that had followed, there was something undeniably electrifying about the moment – a spark of connection that lingered between them, waiting to be reignited.

Lost in his musings, Taehyung barely noticed when the movie ended and his friends began to drift off to bed. But as he prepared to turn in for the night, a nagging voice in the back of his mind reminded him that he couldn't keep avoiding the inevitable – he had to confront his feelings for Hana, no matter how daunting the prospect may be.

With a sigh, Taehyung climbed into bed, his mind swirling with thoughts of Hana and the uncertain future that lay ahead. Little did he know, his friends were already plotting their next move, determined to help him navigate the rocky terrain of love and friendship with Hana by his side.

--

One afternoon, during a particularly chaotic school event, Taehyung and Hana found themselves accidentally locked in a small storage cupboard. At first, they panicked, banging on the door and calling out for help. But as the initial panic subsided, they realized they were alone together in the confined space.

Taehyung's heart raced as he looked at Hana, their faces inches apart in the dim light of the cupboard. He could feel the heat of her breath on his skin, the proximity stirring something primal and undeniable within him.

Hana's apprehension melted away in the warmth of Taehyung's gaze, her heart fluttering with a mixture of fear and excitement. Despite her reservations, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him, the magnetic energy that seemed to draw them together.

In the silence of the cramped space, Taehyung reached out tentatively, his hand brushing against Hana's cheek. She shivered at his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his hand.

Their lips met in a tender, hesitant kiss, the passion building between them like a wildfire. Taehyung's heart soared as he lost himself in the sweetness of Hana's kiss, his hands tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer.

For what felt like an eternity, they were lost in each other, the world outside the cupboard fading away as they surrendered to the intensity of their desire.

When they were finally freed from their confinement, Taehyung and Hana emerged flushed and breathless, their hearts racing with the knowledge that something irrevocable had shifted between them.

From that day forward, Taehyung and Hana found themselves paired together in every project, their classmates and friends no longer able to ignore the undeniable connection that crackled between them.

As they navigated the ups and downs of their newfound feelings, Taehyung's feelings for Hana only deepened, bordering on obsession. He couldn't get enough of her, craving her presence like a drug that he couldn't quit.

But Hana remained cautious, her heart still guarded despite the passion that burned between them. She knew that giving in to Taehyung completely meant risking everything, but with each passing day, she found herself drawn closer to him, her walls crumbling in the face of his relentless pursuit.

[hongjoongscafe]

Choice is yours!

1. 2.

[kingofbodyrolls]

This was just utterly sweet, so fluffy 🥺 I really liked this: the way that reader and Taehyung's friendship deepens, their friends and their banter 🥺 everything was so good, soft, sad sometimes, and just really great and funny too 🤭 

farmer boy, i love you

– Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

– Genre: farming!au, lowkey e2l, smut, humor & tons of nagging

– Word count: 35k

– Summary: Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

– Warnings: includes smut, alcohol and mentions death of a father

– A/N: this is a rewritten edition of a fic i already posted before when i was still writing for got7 but i loved it too much to let it go <3

Keep reading

[mistypsych]

ANATOMY OF A CRIMINAL - CHAPTER 6

/ yoongi / suga / agust d

summary: as a doctor you never expected to be dragged into “the criminal life”, nothing and no one seems to be true anymore, your whole world turns upside down after you save him.

pairings: yoongi mob boss x f.reader x non idol bts members.

warnings: smut, guns, knives, stabbings, blood, gore, murders, drugs, criminals, gang life, medical emergency, illness, abuse, swearing, angst, dubcon, gang violence, corruption, manipulation, lies, cheating - 18+ minors dni.

Note: Hi! This is an attempt of writing a fanfic long after not writing anything at all. Please also keep in mind English is no longer my first language and it might be a bit rusty and odd at times but I try my best. Comments and thoughts are well appreciated. Don’t hesitate to ask questions, state your thoughts for me to post up and have me add you to the tag list!

He slightly tightened his hand around your neck earning a louder gasp this time. You swallowed nervously. It was like he could easily snap your neck if he wanted to, so why were your feeling the desire burn in you more with each second? Agust-D was a dangerous man, a man you should not be involved with in any way. As much as you did not feel intimidated by his pawns like Teahyung, he himself was another story. He scared you in many ways but also intrigued you and excited you, what made a very dangerous mix of emotions. One bound to finally explode.

Hearing you desperately take in air to your lungs, he smirked. He felt the slight tremble of your body. He was aware of the fear that was tangling up with the lust within you. He knew in one way you wanted to run but in another he was keeping you on your tiptoes. So he pulled on your neck, bringing you closer to him, your eyes shutting tighter. His breath danced over your chin. “I’ll ask you again… are you sure you’re finished?”

Your muscles shook from all the anticipation. You knew the plan for fucking around with someone like Tae was already stupid but this? This felt like a suicide mission. Like a moth throwing itself into a beautiful flame. But why couldn’t you stop? Why couldn’t you run away? While you were trying to cling to whatever that was left from your rational mind, an image of your fiancé messing around with some girl swung into your brain. You wanted it to go away. To push away the vision of someone you loved so dearly fucking some other woman, pleasing her, making her beg for more. The thought of what he was doing made something break inside of you.

You finally opened your eyes and looked into the black ones in front of you. “I asked you something?” he slowly articulated, again tightening his grip to the point it was starting to get uncomfortable. “No… I’m not sure…” you almost panted out. His hand moved from your neck to grab your face in a strong squeeze, what made a stunned whimper fall out of you as he brought you millimeters from his lips. You felt his fingers dig into the flesh of your cheeks, sure that it would leave a red mark.

“That’s what I thought…” he bellowed crashing his lips over yours. His kiss was aggressive but also strangely full of passion, as if he was needing this as much as you were. You dug your hands into his hair, pulling at the wavy strands, angling his head to drop back. He groaned and let out a slightly amused chuckle while grabbing your ass with both hands, pushing you more into him. “Fucking needy as I thought… don’t worry…” he said while staring into your eyes as you pulled at his hair. The way he accepted the roughness, made you burn even more.

Letting one hand slip from your ass, he snaked it up to the nape of your neck, forcing you to crash over him. As much as he enjoyed your roughness he was not about to let you take full control. No, you needed a little bit of freedom but also to be tamed, brought to the challenge but then taken over. He overpowered you easily. His lips now sucking on your collarbone, his tongue trailing up your neck.

You squeezed your fingers tighter into his soft hair. A suppressed moan quietly trying to escape. Sitting himself higher up he nibbled your earlobe while whispering “Come on… let me hear those noises… let me know how I am making you feel… how much you fucking want this…” you didn’t want to let go completely. You were still trying to find something within you to escape. You knew getting entangled with him was dangerous. That he was a man that made you curious, that was opinionated, that he had to be smart and that surely he would be able to keep your interest. Those facts made you slightly panic. What were you doing? He was a criminal.

“Agust… I ca…” he bit your flesh and muttered “Yoongi… for you it is Yoongi…” he kept on attacking your sensitive neck with licks and bites. You could feel your mind get completely clouded and then you felt him move under your core, you felt how hard he was and how dam ready you were. With a slow motion of his hips he made you toss your head back, a moan rolling off your tongue “Oh fuck Yoongi…” you spat out. At this point you knew you were a goner.

Your sultry voice made him grab at your waist and lift you both up from the couch.

Your legs automatically wrapped around him. Once he carried you into the bedroom, you pushed the already unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. He smirked at you and tossed your top over your head and into the corner of the room. Then he dropped onto his knees and pulled you by you belt closer to him.

He kissed your stomach mercilessly and then trailed his tongue over the brim of your jeans. Your body shivered from his touch. You looked at him. His wavy hair was messy, his eyes shining from all the lust. Fuck he looked like a sin, a sin you were ready to dive in fully. He pulled your trousers down, leaving you only in your lingerie. Lucky for you, you chose to wear your best laced pair. He licked his lips while getting up and unbuttoning his black jeans, letting them fall to the ground.

You could see threw his boxers that you also had an effect on him. Walking up to you like you were his prey he had you back up and trip over down to the bed. He climbed on top and towered over you. You snaked your legs around his waist pulling him closer to your core. He rubbed against it causing you to arch your back and whimper. “Look at you… already a sweet mess…” he said slowly in a deep voice.

Leaning over he once again attacked your lips with his. Your tongues trying to fight over for dominance, causing them to end up in a hot and sensual dance. His fingers slipped into your underwear and he slid them over your folds earning a loud moan from you and a push of your hips. He bit his lip while smoothing his fingers over your wet entrance again, making you push towards him even more.

“Fuck…” he panted and with one strong movement he tossed you on your belly. Slowly he slipped down your panties and massaged your cheeks with his long digits. Leaning over to your ear he whispered “such a fucking sweet ass…” and then he bit down on your shoulder, having you yelp both from the slight pain and pleasure. As you were trying to gather yourself a bit he grabbed your waist and pulled your ass up towards him. Having you now on your fours.

He teased your entrance with his fingers and then you felt him line up his member. He slid in excruciatingly slow. Holding you firmly, making sure you would stand no chance to push onto him. He was toying with you and driving you crazy. Once he was fully in, you felt yourself clench over his big cock. “Mmm yea… good girl…” he slowly whispered, still not making any movement, and then he started to slam into you in the perfect rhythm.

The sudden wave of pleasure rendered you speechless for a while. You fell forward to your face, leaving your bottom up. Your mind was twisting and flying threw clouds. Were you really doing this? Were you actually in bed with a mafia boss? How did you let this happen. All those questions quickly disappeared once he grabbed your face with one hand, sticking in his index finger to your mouth and pulling on your lips to the side. This forced you back up on all fours and had you bend your head back. Tears forming in your eyes from the mixture of pleasure, pain, ecstasy and fear.

He kept his tempo, quiet, low moans stared to come out of him. You moved you face to the side to catch a glimpse of him. His back was straight, his shoulders tight as his hands were grabbing at your mouth and waist. His long waves were messily sticking to his face, that was now beaded with sweat. His eyes hooded and his tongue slightly sticking out as he was biting down on his bottom lip, a slight satisfactory smirk showing as well. He looked so damn hot. His toned body was perfect while his muscles were all tense and moving under his fair skin. Fuck even the scars made him look somehow better.

Sweat was rolling down him in all the perfect places. No wonder you gave in. Looking at him now, you started to feel less guilty about your weak will. His eyes finally met yours and his lips twisted to the side into a devilish grin. He slid out his finger from your mouth just to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you up so your back was now leaning on his chest. The new angle causing you to whimper and throw you head back on his shoulder, giving him a perfect spot to grab your neck.

Once he slightly tightened his grip, you gasped and moaned. You were completely losing it. “Fuck Yoongi…” you slurred making him bite down on you shoulder and whisper into your ear “Mmm? Yoongi what hm?” and then he moved his hips even more aggressively, earning a cry from you and having you utter out “You fuck me so damn good!”.

A low laugh escaped him as he kept pushing in and out of you, causing the knot in your belly to get even tighter. The edge was coming closer and you were about to jump over it. Once he grabbed your breast with his other hand, you leaned even more into him, moving your hips faster to meat his. He continued to kiss and lick the crook of your neck. His breath was getting louder and more erratic. Finally you heard deep and low moans escape his perfect lips and that was enough to make you come undone.

Your body convulsed helplessly as you rode out your high, the raven haired man following right after you as you both crashed on the bed breathless. Gasping for air you slightly rolled on your side. You saw him laying on his stomach with a content and wide smile. His muscles moving as he took air in his lungs. Black curls sticking to his handsome face. He looked so good all messy like that. There was something relaxing about his demeanor at that moment. Something almost innocent. Something that really did not stick to the fact he was the head of a gang.

You smiled gently, feeling your eyelids get heavy. You were about to say something when suddenly you felt tiredness take over you. Slightly murmuring you tried to snap out of it but the events of this evening took a toll over you, whipping you out completely.

*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***

After some time you opened your eyes. Your vision slowly adjusting to the darkness, only a dim light from the streets falling in threw the window. It took you a second to figure out you were not in your apartment. Realization of last nights actions hit you like a brick to the face. So it was not a weird dream? It really happened. Gently you turned your face. There he was, laying behind you. His body facing your way, hand stretched to your waist. He looked incredibly peaceful.

You sighed quietly and rubbed your face. What the hell were you thinking? Or more like why the fuck were you not thinking? Slightly shaking your head you decided not to be too hard on yourself. You had a moment of weakness, you were in a bad spot. You gave in. Who wouldn’t? Agust-D sure knew how to make an impression and you just found out your fiancé was cheating.

Slowly you wiggled yourself from under his hand, causing him to scrunch his nose slightly. As you were about to escape from bed, he grabbed your waist with a grunt. Looking at him you saw he was still asleep. Sighing you once again attempted to get out of bed, this time pushing a pillow in your place.

As you got up, your eyes immediately tried to locate your scattered clothes. Making sure to not be too loud, you got dressed. Your thoughts were all over the place. You really messed up. Sleeping with a mafia boss was not something you ever saw yourself doing. The fact that you were able to do something like this under an impulse started to frighten you. It was almost as if you didn’t recognize yourself.

Making your way to the hallway you took out your phone, you should order a ride home. You got yourself outside quietly. Deciding to at least cover some way on foot, you were about to phone for a pick up but a car drove behind you slowly. You felt panic hit you. Running didn’t make sense, so you decided to pretend you had no idea you were being followed. Putting your phone to your ear, you pretended to be on a phone-call.

It seemed to work as the car passed by you, but to your surprise it suddenly halted. You froze in your tracks gripping your cell and getting ready to run for your life if necessary. The doors from the drivers seat swung open and a familiar silhouette appeared. It was Jimin, what the fuck was he up to? Was he going to grab you and drop you back to Yoongis place?

Seeing your worry he said “Calm down… get in… we need to talk…” looking around as if he was worried he would get targeted. Get in? He had to be kidding you. As you were about to tell him to fuck off, he looked at you seriously “Y/N trust me I am not here to hurt you… you will want to see this, besides these streets are not as safe as they may seem, so please don’t make this difficult…”

You rolled your eyes slightly. This was all not going as you planned. But something in you pushed on getting in that car, so you did. When you closed the doors Jimin looked at you calmly and started the engine “Open that cache… there is something you need to see…”

You looked at him very suspiciously. What the hell was all this about? As you opened the small doors, a leather cover appeared. It looked as one of those things you would put on your passport. Deciding there had to be something to it, you opened it. In front of your eyes you saw a badge for a KCIA agent. Jimin’s photo and credentials plastered on it. You started blinking, making sure you are actually seeing what you’re seeing.

Then the mans melodic voice snapped you out of it “As I said… we need to talk….”.

tags: @wobblewobble822 @nansasa @nochook @kootieful @kooslilhoe @yoongisducky @xjiminsthighsx @danielle143 @llallaaa @idkjustlovingbts @darcyw16 @missusally-blog @honsoolgloss @nochuel @kaitieskidmore1 @starrlo0ver @geek-lara-nerd @jwnghyuns @xyahrinx @acquiescence804

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the fox

Chapter 20 of 30

2000ish words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she'd been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

With the last week's anxiety, it had been easy to miss the small changes happening in the house around you. Taehyung had fully moved his stuff into Jimin's bedroom, shuffling Yoongi's stuff into Namjoon's room. In turn, Hoseok had officially added his stuff into Namjoon's room, forcing the bear downstairs with Jungkook, not that either seemed to mind, Jungkook using the opportunity to make nests with Namjoon's best shirts. Plus you would often wake up around midnight to find Namjoon sneaking into bed with you anyway.

However, as you walked into the kitchen on Sunday morning, it was easy to see the growing animosity within the rabbit hybrid. He sat at the kitchen table, glaring around as Jimin sat in Taehyung's lap and Namjoon giggled at his phone. Hoseok and Yoongi also looked deliriously happy as they danced around each other to prepare breakfast.

You made a point of sitting next to the youngest. He acknowledges you with a weak smile as you lower yourself into the chair, still not the fondest of you and probably more than a little confused that you haven't taken your usual perch next to Jimin.

"Did you sleep okay Jungkook?" You ask.

"I guess." He shrugs.

"You guess? Surely if anyone was going to know how you slept it would be you?" You chuckle trying to lighten his mood.

You watch as the man visibly sours further.

"I guess it would be me, seeing as how I slept alone again..."

His bottom lip wobbles a little and you find yourself reaching for his hand instinctively. Both of you seem surprised when he doesn't pull away. Occasionally he has been known to cuddle into you, but he hasn't ever let you initiate contact until now.

His wide eyes meet yours, tears forming along the waterline, threatening to spill. No one else seems to have noticed even as Jungkook's scent began to sour, burning caramel blending in with the pancakes that Hobi had left on the stove too long.

"Jungkook? Can you help me move my bed? I dropped something under there earlier."

The man nods harshly and pulls you up from the table. He walks quickly from the room, holding your hand tightly. You glance back to find the others looking at you inquisitively but you just shake your head and they continue their own conversations.

Jungkook doesn't stop until he is standing in your bedroom, door shut. Tears are making tracks down his cheeks and he is looking around fervently, concerningly close to a panic attack. He finally lets go of your hand as his eyes land on the pillow Namjoon's been using. He picks it up and squeezes it tightly, burying his nose as deeply as he can. He sits on the corner of your bed breathing deeply.

Awkwardly you decide to just sit on the floor, giving him space to work through his mindset. Your fingers twitch to reach out to him. It's difficult to not want to protect him, you can see why the others are so eager to play bodyguard for him whenever they do get him to leave the house. He inspires a great amount of care.

As his breathing starts to even, his face rolls up slightly from the pillows so his eyes can meet yours. they are rimmed with red but no more tears seem to be coming.

"Did I do something?" He asks, his tiny voice muffled even more by the pillow.

"What could you have done Kookie?"

"I don't know, something that made them stop loving me? I can't lose another family"

Your heart breaks for him. His voice turns watery like the tears can reappear at any moment. You push away the curiosity that accompanies the last part of his sentence and focus on helping as best you can. You immediately disregard his usual discomfort and go to him, wrapping your arms tightly around him. Jungkook leans into your embrace.

"They haven't stopped loving you Jungkook. They will never stop loving you."

"Then why don't they want to spend time with me anymore?"

He puts the pillow down and moves himself into a more comfortable position with you. His cold nose burrows into your throat making you shiver as it brushes across your scent gland.

"Because they have been... preoccupied... Have you told them how you feel? They aren't psychic you know?"

"I didn't have to tell you..." He sniffles.

"I'm more intimately acquainted with the look of loneliness in your eyes." You admit.

"I don't like being lonely."

"Me either."

His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you back to lie down properly as he cuddles around you.

_______

Sometime later Namjoon came into your room to work out what was going on. Only to find Jungkook curled up asleep in your arms, cheeks still extra puffy. He raises an eyebrow at you but you just shake your head, signalling you will tell him later. Still, the large man feels the need to try and fit himself into the already limited space with the two of you.

He clumsily climbs against the headboard, leaning back so he can pull Jungkook into his lap. The bunny barely rouses as he is manhandled into position. Namjoon leaves just enough space for you to settle on his other side, allowing you to move yourself into place.

He strokes at your hair absently as his other hand draws circles on Jungkook's back.

"What happened?" He whispers, leaning down to speak directly in your ear.

"I'm sure he will tell you when he wakes up." You answer.

"I'm not sure he will, he has been awfully quiet recently." Namjoon frowns.

"Has he been quiet? Or does he just think no one is listening?" You point out.

Namjoon quiets, his introspective look settling over his features as you both go back to watching Jungkook sleep.

____________

You slip from the room as Jungkook starts to stir giving him space to be alone with Namjoon for a little while. You look for Jimin and Yoongi as you go through the house, hoping to send them in Jungkook's direction at some point today.

Jimin is easy to find. He and Taehyung are fooling around on the sofa, a movie playing in the background that it is clear neither of them is watching.

*ahem* You cough loudly as you descend the stairs. Both of them look over the back of the sofa at you but make no move to actually separate.

"Y/N, we missed you at breakfast." Taehyung pouts.

"Yeah, Yoongi made your favourite," Jimin says.

"Yoongi always makes everyone's favourites." You roll your eyes.

"Still, it was delicious." Taehyung shrugs.

You purposeful position yourself between the two on the sofa, pushing them apart.

"If you wanted to join in Y'N-ah, all you had to do was ask..." Taehyung says.

He walks his fingers up your arm playfully and you swat him away.

"Actually, what I want is for Jimin to go upstairs and 'join in' with Jungkook and Namjoon." You say. "Kooie has been feeling a little... down lately."

The smile immediately falls from Jimin's face and he shoots off. He jumps the back of the sofa and takes the stairs two at a time with impressive speed.

"Damn... is it just me that found that sexy?" Taehyung asks.

He watches hungrily as Jimin disappears at the top of the stairs.

"No." You admit, feeling your own stomach tighten at the sight.

"Seeing as you sent my movie buddy away, would you like to watch with me? Promise we can actually watch the movie... well most of it anyway..." He grins cheekily.

He raises his arm in a mock yawn, clearly reaching to put it over your shoulders.

"Sorry Tae, I've still gotta find Yoongi," you say, dodging his manoeuvre.

He pouts after you, whining petulantly as you walk towards the back door. You ignore him as you shut it behind you, immediately regretting not grabbing a hoody.

You walk briskly to the studio and ring the bell Yoongi installed a few weeks back. The door creaks open and you are greeted by a very dishevelled Yoongi as he squints into the sunlit backyard.

"Y/N?" he asks seemingly disorientated. "Is everything okay?"

"Why do you look like you've been in there for the last six days? It's barely been a couple of hours..." You ask.

"Its... It's been a very intense session. "

It's then you glance past him just in time to see Hoseok quickly scrambling to get his clothes back on.

"Ah... I'm glad to see the music is going well..." You stifle a giggle as Yoongi grumbles at you.

"We needed some moans for the backing vocals" Hobi supplies unhelpfully.

"And those can only be achieved that way can they?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Only if you want them to sound authentic." He nods. "I can prove it to you if you like?"

"Anyway..." Yoongi interrupts before you have time to blush. "Did you need something?"

"Right, yeah. You need to go see Jungkook, now. He is in my room."

The older man doesn't ask any more questions, he sprints back towards the house, forgoing shoes as he rushes past. Hoseok opens the doorway up more to let you in and you accept the invitation, more than curious to see the magic behind the curtain so to speak. This is the first time you've had the opportunity to go into the studio.

Hoseok rushes to clear the sofa space of empty plastic bottles and crisp packets.

"Sorry, we haven't really been in a cleaning zone for a while." He rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly.

You just shrug and perch on the left. Hobi sits to your right and makes himself comfortable. You look around the small space and can see how it must be easy for the pair to lose track of time. The only window is tinted heavily, not allowing for any natural light. Instead, there are strips of LED lights, all currently set to red, and computer screens with the brightness down.

"This really is more like a cave than a room huh?" You ask.

"Usually we have the lights on a different setting..." He says.

"Right... this setting is just for when you need certain... sound effects right?" You tease.

"Yeah... want me to show you how they're made?"

He slides closer to you, caging you in against the arm of the chair. His breath ghosts across your lips as he looks at you hungrily. You glance between his eyes and his lips, almost prepared to close the gap until you remembered what had just been happening behind the closed studio door.

"Our first kiss isn't going to be immediately after you just had Yoongi's dick in your mouth right?" You question, leaning back as much as the limited space allows.

"Don't be silly love, my dick was in his mouth." He grins cheekily. before closing the gap.

Hoseok doesn't treat you as gently as the other two had. He bites at your bottom lip and slips his tongue inside when you gasp in pain. He leaves you breathless, gasping for air in the brief moments he allows you between kisses. His hands hold your waist, grabbing at you like you might disappear if he lets go. You wrap your arms around his neck, hands curving up to find purchase in his hair. You tug at the brunette strands with the same feverish need that he grapples with your waist.

"Please tell me I wasn't the last one who got to do that." He says as his forehead rests against yours.

You pant heavily trying to regain your breath.

"Wouldn't Yoongi have told you?" You ask, avoiding answering him.

"The bastard is being very tight-lipped about his advances towards you." He grumbles.

"Would you be upset if you were last?"

"Only if you told me I was also the worst." He shrugs.

"Well then... at least you aren't last." You joke.

He feigns offence, hitting you with a pillow from behind him. You grab another pillow and hit him back until he accidentally falls to the floor. Hoseok holds his hands up in defeat and you take one to help him back up, only to be betrayed as he drags you to meet him on the floor.

He rolls on top of you, once again trapping you against him.

"Well if I'm the worst, it looks like I'm going to need the practice." He announces before he kisses all over your face messily, purposefully avoiding your lips as you squirm beneath him.

Next

Masterlist

Send me asks - doesn't have to be fic related. Can be smutty, thirsty, fluffy, angsty, whatever you're feeling regarding BTS. Can be literally anything doesn't have to be BTS

Sorry for the long wait guys....

[highvern]

All the requests I received for my 2k event based on these prompts.

Drabbles are a mix of smut, angst, and fluff. Each will have a warning at the beginning. I'll update this as I post them.

Seungcheol 7 & 9

Wonwoo 22

Mingyu 18

Jungkook 25

Firebender!Wonwoo 2 & 9

Chan 54

Jihoon 4, 11, 15, & 53

Mingyu 2, 6, 23, 27, & 68

Vernon 5

Seokmin 2

Houdini!Hoshi 2, 3, 13, & 20

Yoongi 44

Wonwoo 26

Mingyu 26

Seokmin 1, 20, & 61

Wonwoo 53

Vernon 20

Seungcheol 3, 40, & 69

Wonwoo 11

Heart of the Sea!Wonwoo 66

Jun 10

Taehyung 47

Farmer!Seokmin 28 & 49

Wooyoung 3 & 54

Magizoologist!Wonwoo 55

Jun 10 & 54

Mingyu 1

Hoshi 24

Namjoon 24 & 52

Wooyoung 35 & 70

Mingi 21

Teahyung 32 & 45

[georgiebrits]

Safe word - Kim Taehyung

You're in Taehyung's spacious kitchen. He's behind you, your body bent over the kitchen aisle. His hard cock is pressing against your ass, slipping in and out as he relentlessly fucks you. His strong hands hold onto your hips, pulling you back onto his thick length. You moan with pleasure as you both move in a synchronized rhythm. Sweat drips down your back as the intensity builds.

“Fuck,” you say quietly. He grins into the space between your neck and shoulder blades before whispering, “Yeah…fuck me harder, baby.” You oblige. You can feel yourself getting close to release, but not yet. Taehyung pumps faster and deeper inside of you, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "I'm so close, Tae," you moan out, feeling the pleasure building up inside of you. "Come for me, baby," he growls out, as you reach your climax with loud moans. The kitchen is filled with the sounds of your bodies slapping together in pleasure.

Taehyung continues to thrust into you, his pace slowing down slightly but his length still filling you up completely. "Fuck, you feel so good," he grunts out, his hips slapping against your ass. You moan as the sensitivity intensifies, but he doesn't stop, his grip on your hips still firm as he takes what he wants from you.

The pain starts to become too much, and you gasp out "Apple," the safe word the two of you had agreed on beforehand. Taehyung immediately stops, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay, baby?" he asks, his hands letting go of your hips and rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. You nod, catching your breath and thanking him for stopping.

He reaches around you to open some cupboards on the aisle, grabbing an apple and cutting it into quarters. Then he returns to your side, handing you the fruit. You smile at him. "Thanks," you murmur, eating the half piece you'd just gotten from him.

"Do you need anything else, baby? I mean, do you want me to leave so you can rest after that little… incident? Or do you want to come sit outside? We could watch something on TV." His voice was full of warmth when talking about how much he loves and cherishes you, and you know that he would never let another person get hurt by his actions, especially someone who means such a lot to him. He's kind of like that, always looking out for others first, even if he feels responsible for them himself. It makes you happy to be able to call him yours.

You shake your head. “Maybe a nice warm bath," you ask with a pout on your lips. You're sure you don't look like a sad puppy with those large eyes, but you've learned that sometimes it is helpful to act like one. Taehyung nods, kissing your temple gently. “I'll order us some takeout then, alright?" Your eyes light up at that idea. "Okay, babe. Take as long as you need!"

Once he leaves, you stand up from the table to start taking off your clothes, stripping them off quickly before diving into the bathtub. You sigh happily at the hot water relaxing your tense muscles. You love the way you feel when you are clean - the way all of the stress and tension in your body dissipates. It's therapeutic to just lie there for hours, soaking in every last drop of your sweat and cum. You feel amazing when you finally stand up. When you emerge from the bathroom wearing only your robe, you see Taehyung sitting on the sofa watching TV. He turns when you walk into the room, setting it on pause. "Hey honey, I ordered fried chicken. It is your favorite right?"

You nod enthusiastically, sitting next to him and resting your head on his shoulder. His arm snakes around your waist, holding you tight while he kisses your forehead. "It will be here in fifteen minutes.""Thank you~"

As soon as the food arrives, the two of you dig in. Once you are done, you lean against Taehyung's chest, his arms tightly wrapped around you. The television is left to play at low volume as you lay there comfortably, Taehyung humming along with the songs playing. "That was really good," you mumble sleepily. "Thank you for all of this." His arms tighten even more around you as you feel the vibrations of his laughter through his chest.

"Anything for you, baby," he responds softly as you drift off to sleep. He places a kiss on top of your head, his thumb stroking your cheek, the skin warm under the heat of his touch. "Any time."

[marvelous-llama]

BTS recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments

one shots

tunnel vision by @kooktrash

Taehyung x fem!reader (wc - 13k) university AU, barista AU - fluff, smut, angst? you’ve just gotten yourself a job working with the campus crush, kim taehyung. he’s quiet and brooding but everyone is obsessed with him including your best friend. what do you when she asks for your help in dating him when he’s catching feelings for you instead? he’s supposed to notice her but he’s got tunnel vision when it comes to you.

in my head by @sketchguk

Taehyung x fem!reader (wc - 8k) fwb to strangers?, university AU, unrequired love - angst, smut taehyung’s friends love you ー adore you. they probably want to fuck you, but they’ll never admit to it. instead, they’ll push taehyung’s limits in the middle of a frat party, testing just how close they can get to you before he takes you to bed in a fit of jealousy. and maybe, just maybe, one of his friends can have a taste too (if he’s lucky).

Good for Me by @icedmatchatae

Taehyung x fem!reader (wc - 7.8k) bad boy!Taehyung, university AU - fluff, smut You went home for the weekend, leaving a pissed-off and bruised-up Taehyung dry and devastated. So what does he do?—follow you home. Insane? Probs, but you’re always good for him so why not?

our secret by @archivedkookie

Taehyung x fem!reader (wc - 4.4k) secret relationship - fluff, smut Taehyung loves you and you love him, and it devastates him that he can’t show you to the world, not even his friends.

Let me heal you by @bethschamberoftales

Taehyung x fem!reader (wc - 26k) lawyer!Teahyung, crime/thriller, exboyfriend!Jungkook - angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort Maybe, You hate him, but you´re never going to regret meeting him previous part: Torn Apart (Jungkook x fem!reader)

a years interlude by @aseaofyoongi

Taehyung x fem!reader (wc - 10.9k) historical AU - angst, fluff, smut/mature a story of pain, healing, love, and the yearning of the heart.

Loverboy by @kookslastbutton

Taehyung x fem!reader (wc - 7.1k) established relationship - angst, fluff, smut After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

where feelings bloom by @aseaofyoongi

Taehyung x fem!reader (wc - 5.6k) best friends to lovers, pining - fluff, smut vacations are the time of self reflections and revelations. so, what happens when your last day in paradise involves you trying to decipher the feelings that you’ve had blooming for your best friend kim taehyung.

series

His Special by @kooktrash

Taehyung x fem!reader (wc - 12.5k + 13.5k) professor x student AU, secret relationship, university AU - angst, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort you’re an art student who has recently broken up with your cheating ex boyfriend. he’s your art professor recovering from a divorce just a year ago. what happens when your relationship goes beyond that of a professor and his college student? part 1, part 2

[taetaespeaks]

The Wife / THV part.4

genre : yandere taehyung, failing marriage, mean and cruel protagonists

summery : you five were the nightmares of teachers back in high school, now adults, your cruel and violent temperament doesn’t seem to have change neither does have the obsession taehyung has for you.

warnings : mean protagonists!!!!, smut, s3xual descriptions, strong language, violence, cruelty from the protagonists themselves. here we have an evil y/n. read at your own risk ! this story is hard and violent do not read if you’re sensitive to those topics.

rate : +18 only minors do not interact

<- masterlist ->

Your nights were getting harder and sleepless. It had been a month since the Jeon family scandal broke. Several women had testified against father Jeon and several employees of Kim Company had spoken on the networks and in court about the violence Mr. Jeon had used against them.

You didn't think Taehyung was capable of this and a few days after the euphoria of learning that your plan had worked perfectly, anxiety took its place.

You had always been confident in yourself and your decisions but a new unpleasant feeling met you. Guilt. Jungkook had never been a very good husband, cheating on you, not talking to you for months on end to put his work ahead of you, and then he had never even spoke to you about having children, preferring his secretaries, but when you heard him crying through his locked office door, your heart began to squeeze strangely and this feeling was more than unpleasant. So you avoided him like the plague, thinking you were the least of his worries anyway. He was already thinking of selling the house, and this fact alone was enough to convince your mother to offer you to come back and live with her "until things calm down", in other words, "until you find a new husband". When Jeongguk heard the news, he saw red, understanding as well as you did what this proposal meant, he risked losing his father, his company, his respect, his fortune and his marriage, because of Taehyung.

However, it had also been a month since you had heard from the said Taehyung. What you wanted was to be remarried to him in the first place but without his presence, he made the process more than complicated. You were already imagining yourself as an old maid, a victim of your own actions, finding only a little happiness in the idea that you had allowed abused employees to tell the truth even though you honestly didn't care and you didn't even know if it was true under the circumstances.

Your sleep was filled with nightmares of you, old and unhappy, but one in particular tormented you. You were running faster than you could run, blood on your hands, screaming for help. Taehyung was on your tail.

"Y/n?" Your eyes snapped open almost immediately as you leapt up, looking around and finding Jeongguk sitting to your right at the edge of your bed. If his eyes often took on a mocking look, this time his frowns indicated a state of genuine concern. His almost purple dark circles gave you the shivers as you watched the young man. Panic swept over you as images of your younger selves resurfaced, compounding your state of guilt.

"What are you doing in my room? You should be sleeping."

"I'm fine." He lied, lowering his head slowly. "So hee told me you were having nightmares."

The little bitch had had plenty of time to get you in trouble before being fired for lack of means on your part.

"Don't believe her, she likes to open her mouth too much." With a brisk movement, you came to sit beside him at the edge of the bed. With his hands clasped together, Jeongguk was looking at the floor, his eyes almost closed. You looked away.

You loved Jeongguk but he deserved what he got, you told yourself, even though you weren't sure. You never felt sorry for anything, you never felt sorry for the people you crushed under your cruelty, so why was your heart hurting for him? Was it really wrong? No. You had to do what you had to do to get the life you deserved, you would never again accept anything other than what you wanted.

"Is your mom coming to get you tomorrow?" He asked almost shyly.

"Yes."

A silence.

"I'm sorry, y/n." You closed your eyes, letting him speak. "I know deep down you're not a bitch, well no, I mean, you know, a bad person, well yes, in fact, you're a bad person." You chuckled, and he laughed in response. "But you've always been a good wife. I know when we first got married you did everything for us and all I did was cheat on you and lie to you so I'm sorry. I know you wanted children and a house in the woods to watch them grow up. You wanted dogs and to get your mother's old cat back to give her a peaceful retirement in the country." How could Jeongguk remember that? "I'm sorry I didn't give you the life you wanted but that's just the way I am. My life is my life and I don't adapt it to anyone, I know you're the same and it was only a matter of time before you left." Even with your eyes closed, you felt Jeongguk lift his head to look at you. "Have you found someone else yet?"

You said nothing for a moment, not knowing the answer. "No."

"Well, the next man you get I hope he's as much of an asshole as you are." You laughed at the unison before your laughter choked in your throat at the feeling of Jeongguk's hand on yours. He held your smaller one in his gently for a few more minutes, you didn't know he was capable of softness. You abruptly opened your eyes to observe the strange sight of your linked hands. "And I hope you're happy. I know you're not happy, you've never been, but your dream house in the woods in the countryside could surely change you. I really hope so. Plus, we’re staying friends, right ?” Your heart ached again as in front of you, instead of your husband of six years, seemed to stand the sixteen year old Jeongguk who after fighting to steal a cake from a kid on the street had given it to you because he remembered it was your birthday. "Happy birthday, y/n. Love ya'."

•

You had surprised yourself by having more trouble packing than you had imagined, but blaming it on your lack of familiarity with manual tasks, you had redeemed the idea of not wanting to leave.

Jeongguk helped you put your bags in the trunk of the cab your mother had sent you, complaining bitterly about having to pay for it, and even though you and Jeongguk didn't exchange a word, the atmosphere was tense and heavy. That is until a surprise guest arrived.

A black BMW roared onto the property, the sun painting its perfect body with a golden glow. You and Jeongguk watched the stranger with hostility, one beside the other, as if ready to run away in case of danger, eyes wide open like two rabbits caught in headlights at night. The said car stopped next to the driver's car in front of you and your breath caught as you made out the people inside.

Taehyung, Jimin...

"Jimin?"

The young man leapt out of the car and ran towards you with his arms wide open, almost falling on the white gravel of the entrance.

"Y/N!!!" He slammed into you, causing you to take a few steps back in shock as you wrapped your own arms around him. The feeling of safety instantly eased your anxiety as Jimin rocked you back and forth in a comforting embrace that you enjoyed.

Jeongguk, on the other hand, had not moved, not paying any attention to Jimin's return, his attention was fixed on the driver who was now standing at the left of his car. Taehyung, more handsome than ever, in a very expensive suit, was watching the scene with a tight smile, leaning against the fender of the BMW.

Finally, Jimin's embrace tightened gently one last time. "You're beautiful." He whispered before letting you go turning to Jeongguk who hadn't moved. "Dude, you've doubled in muscle, what are you eating, man ?” Jeongguk’s only response was a murderous look to the young man. “Damn, okay. I complimented you and everything but okay i guess.”

"What the hell are you doing here?" Even though he included Jimin in his sharp question, you knew he was only addressing Taehyung. The young man who was bluntly watching you slowly turned his gaze to Jeongguk and then to his clenched fists as he approached him with an anger that was rare for him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that." Jeongguk stopped short, looking with shock at the young man who had once been one of his best friends. "Don't get daddy into more trouble." The blow came without delay, pushing Taehyung backwards and splitting his lip slightly. You and Jimin flinched as he grabbed your arm, pulling you back in a light attempt at protection.

"Shut the fuck up, Kim. What do you want?"

"I'm coming to get y/n." Replied the brunette, wiping the blood running down his chin with a backhand.

"Why?"

"At her mother's house, she wouldn't be safe. Not knowing you know the address."

"What are you talking about, man?" Jeongguk turned to you in disbelief, questioning you with his eyes, but your dazed look spoke volumes.

"Your father has been accused of abusing his female companions. I will not leave y/n at the mercy of men like you two." You predict the second blow before it actually came. This time, Taehyung ended up on the ground, holding his nose and grunting as Jeongguk repeatedly kicked him in the ribs.

"You son of a bitch, I never laid a hand on my wife." One blow harder than the others. "Never! You always wanted her for yourself, didn't you? Is that why you do this?" Another blow.

Jimin grabbed Jeongguk from under his arms, hastily pulling him back from Taehyung, whose side had just made an ominous cracking sound. Hesitantly and almost tributing on your high heels, you approached Taehyung who was trying to stand up with difficulty.

"Are-are you okay?" Taehyung felt his heart quicken at your interest in him, so he smiled, with a dazed look that left you confused. You were soon his, and the pain didn't outweigh his initial joy at having you all to himself.

"y/n. You're not going with him." Jeongguk easily disengaged himself from Jimin, pushing him back. "You stay here." The order made you flinch.

"Don't decide for me, Gukkie."

"What? You want to go with this freak? Do you have any idea what he's really like? He's more dangerous than me." Jeongguk's voice cracked and you felt as if the air had suddenly turned colder as his weakened eyes filled with tears.

"Jeong-"

"You know what, just get out. And you two too. Fuck you." Shoving Jimin aside as he passed, he turned around to go back into the house, his cheeks wet and his fists clenched.

"Jeongguk!"

He didn't look back.

•

Taehyung's house was huge and cold, like a marble palace. There were guards at every door, and as soon as you arrived, one of them had been appointed as your bodyguard. Hoseok. A rather handsome man whose smile and relaxed air made you feel more like you were facing a friend than a man who was ready to save your life at any moment.

When the door of the room that was to become yours closed behind you, a strange feeling came over your body as Jimin accompanied Taehyung to the hospital for his ribs and nose. The room was huge, the cold marble under your feet sending icy shivers down your spine with every step, the thick black curtains hiding the daylight and a picture of you and Jimin posed on an oak dresser served as the first decoration.

Your mother was strangely docile to the idea of you being at Taehyung's house, not even complaining about the cab she had paid for and which had not been used in the end, she had made every effort to hang up as quickly as possible, as if made uncomfortable by the idea of talking to you.

Around 11 p.m., when the two men had returned, Taehyung had not come to see you, leaving you alone with Jimin. Sitting together at the window sill in silence, the room seemed even bigger and colder.

"I'm sorry." Why did everyone want to apologize right now, as if you were an angel fallen from heaven. Jimin knew better than anyone that you didn't deserve any apology. "I didn't know he was violent.”

Your words were lost in your throat as you looked at him dumbfounded. Violent? Sure, Jeongguk wasn't an angel any more than you were, but he never raised his hand to you, and your arguments were quite rare.

"I don't understand, Minnie."

"It's nothing. Just so you know, I really think I should have stayed maybe it would have been better for you this way."

"What are you talking about? You know Jeongguk. He would never do that to me."

"I don't know if I really know him, but I know you."

“Okay, and ?”

“I mean, you know sometimes I do want to kick you in the face with my bare foot but what makes me a good person is the fact that I don’t act on that impulse, right ?”

“Absolutely.”

“Even though I really want to sometimes, you know-“

“Yeah, I got it. I understand, I tried to bury you alive that on time we went at the beach, remember?”

“Okay but you said you didn’t attend to kill me!”

“I lied.”

“Oh my god and you think you know people.”

You remained silent, though smiling softly as a humorless laugh echoed from the doorway. Taehyung stood there, dressed simply in a white teeshirt and gray jogging pants. His dog, Yeontan under his arm. Your heart clenched once again in front of Taehyung but this time it was not unpleasant. A slight white bandage rested on the bridge of his nose and the corner of his lip had turned slightly purple but other than that, he looked perfectly fine.

"We were talking about-"

"Can you take Tan out? I'd like to talk to y/n." Jimin hesitated but complied without looking at you, leaving you once again puzzled. Jimin had always been more compliant than you, but never this compliant. Between him and your mother, you could not help but be confused. You only came back to reality when the door slammed leaving you alone with Taehyung.

"What did you tell them?" You asked in a breath. He answered with a sigh as he sat down on "your bed" in front of you with a slight smirk on his face. He seemed delighted.

"I did what I had to do to get you out of there. That's what you asked me, right?" You didn't answer, you knew and he knew the answer. "Come on. Come on, y/n." He patted the spot to his right on the bed and you hesitantly joined him. As soon as you sat down, he turned to you with a big boxy smile. "I ordered Italian. I know you like it but if you want to eat something else, just tell me." You remained silent ignoring the smile that was slowly disappearing from Taehyung's face. "Why do you always have to make everything harder than it is." He stood up abruptly to stand in front of you making you jump. "Since when do you feel sorry for people?"

"Jeongguk is my friend."

"Not anymore."

"Of course he still is."

Suddenly Taehyung seemed to change his expression, his face clouded over and his eyes shining with a paradoxically dark glow.

He moved closer to you so that he could push you against the bed as he stood over you, his palms on either side of your frightened face. He tilted his head slightly to the side like a curious little puppy before smiling again.

"I love you. Only I love you." You said nothing. The mask of the scornful duchess lying probably at your feet, you looked at your new husband-to-be with apprehension.

Taehyung lowered his head to come and stroke his nose against yours, closing his eyes with satisfaction as you did the same, your breathing suddenly quickening. "I love you." He repeated before crushing his lips against yours, the pain coming from the cut on his lips not rivaling the urge he had to touch you. He knew you loved him too, otherwise why would you be here? You loved him contrary to what Sa ra could say, anyway he left you no choice. His lips slid against yours more gently as one of his hands went under your shirt to touch the delicate skin of your stomach going up to your chest, making you tremble slightly under the contact. Slowly, his lips met your earlobe, then your jaw, then your neck. He took hold of one of your breasts, kneading the flesh and letting a satisfying huff escape from his mouth and lodge itself in your neck.

"I know Jeongguk wasn't fucking you." You shuddered slightly.

Finding your tongue again, you opened your eyes to look at Taehyung sternly, he in turn raised his head with amusement, a loving look on his face.

"Of course he did."

"How come he never got you pregnant then?" Without waiting for an answer, Taehyung lifted your top and pulled it off, you didn't stop him from doing so, pondering the question as he watched your bare chest beneath him hungrily.

"I don't know. He didn't want kids."

"But you did."

"I don't know."

"I do."

"Okay? Nice, I guess? Good for you." He stroked your delicate nipple with the tip of his thumb as he looked up at you with a look of challenge in his eyes.

"Jeongguk wasn't a good husband. He didn't treat you like he should." You nodded in agreement, which seemed to delight him, too distracted by his index finger that had joined over your nipple and pinched it lightly, drawing muffled moans from you. "I wouldn't be ashamed to get you pregnant. I'd fuck you in front of him if you asked me to." You moaned louder as Taehyung's lips closed over your other nipple, your lower belly filling with a heat of desire as he sucked like a hungry man on the fragile little button. Moaning slightly, Taehyung closed his eyes savoring your body like a fine wine, almost driven mad by your existence and smell.

Suddenly the door opened, you tried to hide your nakedness from the newcomer but your assailant didn't let you, blocking your hands, he simply raised his eyes to observe the newcomer, sliding his tongue one last time over your nipple before raising his head to Hoseok. Red with shame, you hid yourself in Taehyung's burning neck, making him quiver with delight and blush slightly in turn. Hoseok, on the other hand, didn't seem the least bit bothered or embarrassed by the sight.

"Kim Namjoon on the phone, sir." With that, he smiled, closed the door and left as quick as he had come.

"Damn it, Tae, I don't want your entire staff to see me naked."

He smiled at the nickname he liked so much. "Don't be shy. They'll eventually see us fucking in the kitchen or wherever. We don't care. We do what we want. Hoseok should only be considering himself blessed by the sight of your boobs." The remark drew a smile from you as Taehyung released you from his hold, crossing your arms over your chest, you sat back to watch him get up.

"Duty calls. You should rest, Jimin is in the next room."

You nodded and he bowed his head slightly in greeting before leaving.

For many minutes you sat in the same place, a thousand questions torturing your mind. Once again, you would not sleep that night, wondering if you made the right choice or if you just got yourself into something else, something where you were not the master of the game you were playing and therefore could lost.

<tag list : @gethatcake @multifandombishthatlovekth>

[caraxescravesviolence]

Scenario BTS Taehyung pt.1

Title: 'This is going to be fun'

Requested: no

Idol: Kim Taehyung (BTS)

Warnings: i'd say none(?), maybe kinda smut-ish

--------------------------------------------------

Art classes were fun. It was one of your favorite classes and since you were pretty good at drawing your teacher put you into an advanced class.

Already sitting on your stool in front of the canvas, your teacher said something about portraying someone, but you were to distracted from the colors.

While you were organizing your brushes, you felt someones breath behind your ear. "This is going to be fun", a low voice wispered into your ear. You got goospumps from his voice and turned around, only to see your childhood crush Kim Taehyung standing there only wearing a robe.

You blushed. "You may walk to the center now", the teacher said, and now I am going to leave you alone" "W-wait...W-ehat?!"you stuttered, just noticing now that you were the only person, in this room, from your advanced class. "Y/N I just told you your going to draw someone naked" and with that he left the room.

"This is definitley going to be fun" he smirked...

--------------------------------------------------

I'm so sorry for being inactive. I tried writing but it never really worked. But now I've written sth and I actually don't think, that it's that bad. 🤔

From now on, I won't or at least I'm trying not to promise you sth and then I don't do it.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 20: Whiplash

Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst

WC: 8k

Warnings for this chapter: cuteness, pining, awkward beans trying to flirt but sucking at it, *big jump* blood and murder.

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

Previous > Next

"Tainted."

"Tainted."

Tainted. 

You're tainted. 

You jolt awake, sweat pouring down your back and forehead as you gulp in as much air as your lungs can hold. Reaching a hand up to touch your chest, you feel around the bed and look around, trying to remember where you are. 

Busan, you think to yourself. 

Your head whips to the side to see if Jungkook is in his bed. 

All the events of last night come rushing back to you as your cheeks turn crimson. 

He isn't in his bed. 

You sit up on your knees and look over at his bed again, but he definitely isn't there. 

His bed is made neatly, no sign of him but his suitcase by the door. 

Your heart pangs in your chest. 

How could you reject him like that last night?

You've been waiting for him to like you back for a long time now. 

You know why you did it, but that doesn't make you any less angry at yourself and the situation. 

Did he leave?

No, his stuff is still here. 

You jump out of bed and run to the door, flinging it open and running out. 

Well trying to at least. 

You smash into something hard and look up to see Jungkook looking down at you. 

Jungkook was expecting you to still be asleep, so it takes him by surprise when he sees the door fly open and you hurrying right into his chest, your hair a tangled mess and all. 

You feel Jungkook's arms envelop you so you don't fall, then you hear him speak softly, "Hey, you okay?"

You nod, your face still tucked into his chest, too embarrassed to come out. 

"I w-was scared th-that you left m-me."

Those words tug at Jungkook's heartstrings as he reaches a hand up to gently pat your head. 

"Don't be silly."

You two sit there for a moment longer before Jungkook whispers that he has food for you. You slink away from him in embarrassment and follow him inside. 

Jungkook beats himself up for making you stop hugging him. He would've stayed in that position all day, but you need to eat. 

You peer around him to see him setting down a bag with some white boxes inside on the side table.  

"W-What is it?" You try to ask it casually, but he smiles when he hears the excitement in your voice. 

"What do you think it is?" He asks as he turns around and leans against the side table. 

You look at him with the biggest puppy eyes he's ever seen, "B-B-B-Blueberry pancakes?"

His heart melts as he nods, a small smile on his face. 

The biggest smile spreads on your face as you try to move around him to get to the food, "Thanks!" You say, your morning voice croaky. 

Jungkook moves so that you can't get to the pancakes and you look up at him in confusion. 

He stares at you for a second, seemingly contemplating something. 

"Ok, you can have them now."

He steps away as you send him a playful glare. 

He puts his hands up, "I was kidding around!" 

You stick your tongue out and snag the box before hopping onto your bed, a giggle slipping out. 

Jungkook sits on his bed, his gaze landing on you as you open the box and sniff the contents with a smile. 

After you finish eating, Jungkook turns off the TV you two have been watching. 

You look over at him curiously. 

Jungkook stands up and grabs a napkin from the side table, then he walks over and leans close to you, wiping a bit of syrup off the corner of your mouth. 

You're frozen, watching him as he makes eye contact with you, your faces a few inches away. 

You have an urge to close the distance for a few long seconds, then you snap out of it and pull away. 

"I- thanks."

Jungkook straightens up and moves to toss the napkin in the trash before smiling at you, "You're welcome."

You look down, staring at the empty box in front of you. 

"Here, let me." 

Jungkook carefully takes the box out of your hands and tosses it into the trash. 

"Th-Thank...b-b-b-breakfast."

Jungkook turns to you, a frown on his face. 

He can't see your face, your hair is covering it as you look down at your hands. 

Jungkook walks over and sits next to you, seeing as you tuck your legs under you before he reaches up and pushes a bit of hair out of your face. 

"Are you all right?" 

You nod, biting your lip. 

"____, please talk to me."

You look away and Jungkook sighs. 

He gently cups your cheek with his hand, noticing how soft your skin is. 

"I like you, and I know you like me too," You look up at him at his words, "Please tell me what's going on."

"I c-can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I d-d-don't know either."

Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat. 

He's anxious now. 

But he forces a smile on his face, to keep you calm. He puts his other hand on your other cheek so he's cupping your face. 

"Don't be afraid to let me in, ____." 

A single tear slips out and rolls down your cheek before Jungkook wipes it away with his thumb. 

"I wish you could live without crying sad tears for the rest of your life," He whispers. 

You reach a hand up and place it over the one he has on your cheek, "J-Jungkook?"

"Mm?"

"I'm s-s-scared."

"I know," Jungkook says as he scoots closer to you, "I am too."

You raise a brow at him, "You're n-not scared of a-a-anything."

Jungkook laughs, "I wish that were true."

"Wh-What is your b-biggest fear?" You whisper. 

"The truth," Jungkook whispers back.

You look at him quizzically, "W-What do you m-m-mean?"

"Never mind," Jungkook smiles sadly as he moves back a little. 

"You know, m-most people a-are scared of spiders or h-heights."

Jungkook chuckles, "Oh? Are you most people?" 

You shrug and giggle, "Maybe. B-But that isn't my b-biggest fear."

"And what is your biggest fear?" Jungkook asks quietly. 

He looks at you curiously, the look in his eyes almost begging you to tell him so that he can eradicate it from this earth. 

Unfortunately, he can't. 

"D-Death taking th-those that I l-l-love."

Jungkook's mind flashes back to the fact that you think your whole family died in a car crash, leaving you the lone survivor. 

But they didn't. 

They abandoned you. They left you in the hospital, ran away when you needed them the most. 

Something far worse than death. 

He wonders what they would think or say if they found out that you have been living in guilt for years having been the only one to survive, when in reality, it was them that ought to be on their knees, begging for your forgiveness. 

You see Jungkook glaring into space, so you reach up and touch his cheek, "Are y-you okay?"

His gaze softens when he looks at you, then he reaches a hand up to touch yours that's holding his cheek. 

"You always worry about everyone but yourself."

"W-Why should I b-b-be worried about m-me?"

"Because you're worth it."

Your eyes brim with tears at his words, then the word tainted starts to float through your mind, uninvited. 

You shake your head, "I'm n-not."

Jungkook searches your face, "Why do you think that?"

You shrug, not ready to talk about the things you've tried to keep buried for years. 

"____, you are worth more than you'll ever know," He breathes as he moves closer to you. 

Your eyes fill with tears again and one slips out before you can blink it away. 

Jungkook's face falls, "Did I just make you cry? I'm sorry, ____."

He wipes away the stray tear as you shake your head, "They aren't s-sad tears."

"What are they?"

"Confused t-t-tears...?"

You see a small smile grace his features before he leans in and kisses your cheek, then he whispers in your ear, "Good, I can handle that."

Your heart feels like it explodes into a million little pieces as you fight the urge to pull him into your arms and never let go. 

Jungkook pulls back, "____, there's someone I want you to meet."

You look at him with wide eyes, "R-Really?"

He nods, "As long as you're okay with it."

"I'd l-l-love to meet a f-friend of yours, Jungkook."

He bites his lip, "It isn't a friend of mine."

"An e-enemy?" You joke. 

He shakes his head with a smile. 

"Who?"

Jungkook shakes his head again, "It's a surprise."

"Ohh, are th-they in Busan?"

He nods. 

"W-When do I get to m-meet them?"

"Soon," Jungkook promises, "Really soon."

____________________

"Jungkook?"

He nods at the lady sitting at the front desk. 

Her eyes are wide as she looks him up and down, "It's been so long since I've seen you."

Jungkook nods again as he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, "Yeah, sorry." 

She smiles sadly at him, "You don't need to apologize to me, Jungkook. I'm not the one who's been waiting for you."

His heart pangs painfully at her words. 

"I know."

She hands him a clipboard to sign in, which he does before swiftly handing it back to her. 

"Alright, I'll lead you back."

"Oh, I can find my way-"

"I know you can," She cuts him off gently, "But I'd like to catch up on the way."

He nods reluctantly, "Alright."

He knows she has half a mind to scold the hell out of him for being away so long, but she doesn't. Instead, she makes small talk, which is somehow worse. 

"How long has it been?" She asks when they reach the door.

Jungkook sighs, "About four years, I think."

She nods, "Sounds about right. Well, I recognized you so it shouldn't be a problem. Let me know if anything goes wrong though."

He nods, hesitating to grab the handle. 

She touches his shoulder gently, "It's okay, Jungkook. She'll be happy to see you."

Jungkook nods again, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door, waiting a moment, then walking in. 

When he sees her lying in the white bed, her pale face as beautiful as ever, no matter how sick she looks, his heart stutters in his chest. 

Her eyes open slowly at the sound of the door opening. 

When she sees him walking over to her bed, her eyes squint. 

"Who are you?" She asks weakly. 

Jungkook kneels beside her bed, watching with an aching heart as she simply stares at him. 

"It's me. It's Jungkook," He whispers brokenly. 

Her eyes widen, the dark circles under them prominent with how thin her skin is.

"J-Jungkook?"

He nods, tears welling in his eyes.

Her own fill with tears as she reaches a hand out to cup his cheek, "My sweet boy...?"

Jungkook bites his lip, "Hi, Mom."

"Don't cry, sweet," She soothes him as she rubs her thumb over his cheek, wiping his tears. 

The action brings comfort to him instantly, just like it always did. 

"I'm sorry," Jungkook chokes on his words, "I'm so sorry."

A small smile spreads on her face, but the effort to do so is great. 

"Don't...There is nothing to be sorry for."

Jungkook looks at her in despair, "I didn't come. I didn't come for four years, because I'm an idiot. I'm a selfish asshole-"

"Shh," She presses her finger to his lips to hush him, "You're here now."

When she runs her fingers through his hair, like she did so many times when he was little, it breaks him. A few more tears slip out as Jungkook lays his head on her lap. 

A small sob comes out of her mouth while she gently continues to run her fingers through his hair, "I missed you, love." It sounds like it takes a lot of effort for her to speak. 

Jungkook's heart feels like it's bleeding as he stuffs his face further into her lap, feeling like a scared little kid again. 

"Mommy!"

"Oh, my sweet boy."

His mother laughs as he runs into her arms, "Why are you scared, love?" 

"Thunder, mommy."

"Yes?"

"I don't like it..." He stuffs his face into her lap as she runs her fingers through his hair. 

She giggles, the most beautiful sound he's ever heard, "It's okay, my sweet boy. You know what thunder is?"

Jungkook shakes his head. 

"It's God and the angels bowling."

He laughs loudly, bringing a smile to his mother's face. 

Jungkook lifts his head, "Are you in pain?"

He doesn't know if he wants to know the answer to that. 

"No, love."

Why are you lying?

"Mom-"

"It doesn't hurt, Jungkookie. I promise," Her beautiful dark eyes shine brightly despite how sickly she looks. 

Jungkook swallows thickly, "How is the treatment going? How much more do you need?"

She smiles but Jungkook can see the sadness in her eyes as she speaks, "Not much more."

"Why?" Jungkook's panicked expression makes her tut as she cups his cheeks, "Listen to me, sweet boy."

After a moment of collecting himself, he nods. 

"Everything will be okay, I promise you. I'm in good hands."

She brings him to her chest so he can lean against her. Jungkook wraps his arms around her tiny waist and hugs her as tight as he dares, not wanting to hurt her. 

She starts to hum a little tune, something so familiar yet feeling so far away. 

Bang bang bang!

"Everything will be okay, baby."

His mother rocks him back and forth as he sits curled up in her lap, plugging his ears as he stares at the door that shakes every time another pounding ensues. 

He can feel the vibrations of her chest as she sings him the lullaby she made when he was a baby. 

"OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!" 

"I love you," She whispers into his little ear as he shakes uncontrollably. 

"Hey, hey," Jungkook comes rushing back to the present at her soft voice, "You're right here, baby."

He lifts his head to see her looking at him tearfully, "He isn't here, Kookie. He isn't here."

He nods, knowing she's right but having a hard time believing it right now. 

Then he realizes what position he's in and his face turns red before he gets up and moves to the chair next to her bed. 

He wipes at his eyes to dry them as she chuckles at him. 

Jungkook sniffles and collects himself while she sits there smiling at him. 

"What?" He asks when he sees her staring. 

"Nothing," Her smile grows, "I just missed you is all."

"I missed you too."

"What have you been up to, Kookie?"

Jungkook tries his best to make up some bullshit story about working part-time and doing his studies. 

He isn't sure if she thinks he's lying, but she doesn't say anything if she does. 

After she tells him about her life at the hospital, holding his hand the whole time, he catches her staring at him again.

"Mm, what?" He asks with a smile. 

"You are just so handsome," She grins, "You definitely look like me."

"Thank goodness for that," Jungkook says as she wrinkles her nose at him. 

"So, who is she?"

Jungkook moves back in surprise, "Who?"

"The girl you're in love with."

Jungkook's face turns red as a tomato as he sputters, "I-I'm not in love with anyone."

Her smile gives away the fact that she doesn't believe him. 

What the hell? He hasn't mentioned you at all. 

"I can see it in your eyes, Kook."

"Huh?"

"They're sparkling," She says happily. 

Jungkook sputters some more as he tries to defend himself, but she just shakes her head, "Don't lie. When do I get to meet her?"

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, "Uhm..."

Her smile makes him break, "Well, I was hoping soon."

"Where is she now?"

"She's in Busan. She's at the motel right now."

His mother's face lights up at his words, "You'll really let me meet her?"

Jungkook nods, "Of course."

"Thank you!" She clasps her hands together and Jungkook notices a few bruises on her arms. 

His heart sinks but he doesn't point them out. 

"Oh, I can't wait to meet her! Is she sweet? Is she kind? Funny?" 

Jungkook smiles and nods, "She's all of them."

She looks to the sky and mouths a prayer of thanks before looking back at him, "Oh, please Kookie. I want to meet her so badly."

Jungkook nods, "I want you to as well. I can bring her tomorrow."

She wiggles in excitement, making Jungkook nervous as she throws her hands in the air. 

She's so fragile he's afraid she might break if she gets too excited. 

"You're really that excited, huh?" Jungkook asks with a smile. 

She nods, "I've been praying for this."

His chest pangs at that. 

"Really?"

She nods, "Every single night."

His eyes well up again. 

Fuck. 

He's the worst son to ever exist. 

She sees the look on his face and grabs his hand, "Don't you dare. You're the best son I could ever ask for. It's a parent's job to think about their baby every minute. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here right now."

He shakes his head but she stops him with a stern look, "Jeon Jungkook. You have paid for every single one of my treatments, I need you to know how much that means to me. I'm alive because of you."

He bites his lip, trying to hold back more tears. 

"Thank you, Jungkook...for saving me."

Jungkook breathes out a laugh as he wipes his eyes, "I hardly did anything."

She watches him sadly as he gets himself pulled together. 

"You gave up so much for me, you always did," She whispers. 

Jungkook frowns at her, "You're the one that's always given everything up for me."

She laughs tearfully, "Well, I guess we both deserve a hug then."

He stands up and leans over to wrap her in a gentle hug, holding her in his arms for the first time in four years. 

"You look beautiful by the way," He says as he pulls away. 

She laughs, "Thanks, love."

The two of them chat a bit more before Jungkook's mother suddenly claps her hands, "Well, you better get back to your sweet girl."

"She's okay," Jungkook says weakly, feeling torn between going back to you and staying a little longer. 

He's just missed her so much. 

"Don't be silly, now. You'll see me tomorrow when you bring her, oh I can't wait!" She claps her hands again, making Jungkook smile. 

"Alright," He says slowly as he reluctantly stands up. 

Her bright smile warms his heart as he leans down to kiss her on the forehead, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I can't wait," She says happily. 

Jungkook shuts the door behind him just as a stray tear slips from his eye. 

"Fuck," He wipes it away angrily. 

The nurse from before comes up to him with a smile, "How did it go?"

"It went well, thank you. I'll be back tomorrow."

Her smile grows, "She'll be happy about that."

Jungkook nods, "Yeah...well, I've got to go."

She leads him out and waves goodbye as he hurries to his car. 

He hates leaving you alone for too long ever since the day after he confessed. 

It's been about three days since then and the two of you have just sat in the motel room and talked about random things. A few times, your stutter got worse and it stresses him out every time. 

He's afraid something might happen when he's gone and there won't be anyone to help you. 

Jungkook forces himself to stay within the speed limit as he hurries back to the motel as fast as he can allow himself. 

He grabs the card out of his wallet and unlocks the door swiftly, opening it to see you curled up in bed, covers surrounding you like a big cocoon.

You send him a weak smile and his chest tightens. 

"Hey," He says softly as he shuts the door and locks it. 

"Hi," You croak. 

"You okay?" He asks worriedly as he walks over to your bed and sits on the side of it. 

You nod, "Just s-sleepy."

His shoulders sag with relief. 

"Would you..." 

You move your eyes from the TV over to Jungkook when he doesn't finish his sentence. 

"Hm?"

Jungkook takes a deep breath, "Would you like to meet them tomorrow?"

You're confused for a second, then you realize that he's talking about the person he wants you to meet. Someone that isn't his enemy but isn't just his friend either...

"S-Sure!" Your eyes are lit up with excitement and Jungkook smiles. 

"Alright, then."

You clap, reminding Jungkook of his sweet mother. 

He swallows thickly. 

"W-What time are w-we going?"

Jungkook stands up and moves to his bed to plop down on it with a sigh, "Uhm, probably after breakfast." 

"Ok!"

____________________

"____?" 

You're awoken by a gentle touch on your shoulder and someone whispering your name.

Jungkook sees your eyelids twitch for a moment before they open slowly. 

"Oh, hi." 

He smiles at your sleepy greeting, "Hi there."

"Is it t-t-time to get up?" You whisper sleepily. 

Jungkook's smile grows, "You can sleep longer if you'd like. I just thought you'd want me to tell you it's almost ten-thirty."

Your eyes shoot open at his words, "Oh my g-g-goodness."

He chuckles as you sit up and rub your eyes. 

"Excited much?"

"V-Very!"

Jungkook laughs, "At the thought of food?"

You laugh along with him, "P-Partly, but m-mostly because I c-can't wait to meet your mystery p-p-person."

So cute, Jungkook thinks. 

You flinch when Jungkook leans close to your face, startling you. 

"Sorry," Jungkook whispers as he gently brushes under your eye, "You had an eyelash."

"Th-Thanks."

He smiles at the blush in your cheeks and struggles not to gush over you.

He needs to hold himself back. 

Jungkook stands up and walks over to grab a brown paper bag. 

You frown, "N-Next time l-l-let me buy. You're always p-paying for me."

Jungkook shrugs, "I don't mind. If I did, I wouldn't do it."

"Still...let me b-buy you something."

Jungkook laughs lightly as he brings the bag over to you and sits beside you on the bed, "Ok, you can buy me something if it really means that much to you."

"It d-d-does."

You pull a bagel out of the bag, your eyes widening at how delicious it looks. 

"Sorry, it isn't blueberry pancakes."

You laugh, "I l-l-love bagels! Thanks!"

"You're welcome," Jungkook says as he reaches into the bag to pull out his own bagel. 

The two of you eat relatively quickly, then you jump up and run to get dressed. 

A few minutes later, you come out of the bathroom in a long-sleeved light grey shirt and a beige overdress that goes down to just above your knees, a pair of knee-high light grey socks completes your outfit. 

Jungkook gulps and looks away. 

You pull your hair up into a messy bun and run over to get your shoes on. 

But on the way there, you trip over your own feet and crumple to the floor. 

Jungkook hears a giant thud and turns to see you rubbing your knee. 

"Ow, haha!" You smile at him brightly, a tiny wince behind the grin. 

Jungkook swiftly walks over to you and kneels, "You okay?"

You nod, your cheeks burning as Jungkook gently takes the top of your sock and rolls it down to check your knee. There's a tiny red spot.

You see his frown deepen, so you reach out and bop him on the nose, making him look at you. 

"Don't b-be sad. It's j-j-just a little bump!"

He nods unconvincingly. 

You quickly pull your sock back up and crawl over to your shoes to pull them on. 

Jungkook watches with an aching heart as you struggle to tie your shoelaces. 

They keep slipping out of your fingers. After a few moments of struggling, he sees you huff, a big frown on your face.

Jungkook scoots over to you, "Need some help?" 

You nod with a pout, "My f-f-fingers don't wanna listen t-today."

Jungkook chuckles as he pulls your foot in front of him and takes the laces. 

You watch with a lump in your throat as he focuses all his attention on tying your laces. 

He does the other one, then pats your foot when he's finished, "There."

You mumble a thank you and stand up to grab your purse. 

Jungkook can tell you're embarrassed by how red your face is and the way you avoid his gaze. He hopes he didn't cross a boundary by tying your shoelaces for you. The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable. 

"You ready?" Jungkook asks as he opens the door. 

You nod and Jungkook can see a smile of excitement creeping back onto your face. 

______________________

The ride there only takes about fifteen minutes, but the quick stop you made added the time to about twenty.  

You still aren't sure where you're at though. It looks almost like a nursing home, but you've never really been to one so you aren't sure. It looks lovely though. 

Jungkook holds the front door open for you as you walk in, making you think back on the times when you first met and he would practically slam it in your face before you could get in. 

That makes you wonder...How long has he liked you?

The second you walk in a sense of calm sweeps over you. 

There's a nice smell in the air like someone lit a candle and it's been burning a sweet essence for some time. On the front desk in front of you are a bunch of bouquets of gorgeous flowers. 

You look down at the bouquet in your own hands, a very small and very simple one of daisies and bluebells. 

Jungkook smiles at you fondly, "It's perfect, ____." 

You give him a half-smile in appreciation. 

You had asked him to stop at the store on the way here so you could get something for them. You don't know anything about them and asked him if they would like some flowers. Jungkook agreed and you got this one, it just felt right. 

Now, you're a little self-conscious about how simple it is. 

Jungkook pats your head and walks over to the front desk where a woman is typing away on a computer. When she looks up and sees him, you see her eyes widen for a second as a smile spreads on her face. 

"I knew you'd come back," She says triumphantly. 

Jungkook nods, "Of course I came back."

She stands up and hands him a clipboard, then she sees you over his shoulder, standing there awkwardly. 

Her smile gets even bigger, "Hello, sweetie!"

You smile back, relief flooding through you, "H-Hi!"

You walk up next to Jungkook and see him signing in on the clipboard, then he hands it to you. You hand him your flowers to hold while you sign in. 

You don't see it, but the lady keeps giving Jungkook looks as she points at you subtly, her excitement reaching a boiling point. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes at her antics. 

His mother must have told her about who he was bringing today. 

You finish your signature and take the flowers back from Jungkook, "Thank y-y-you."

He hums, then shakes his head at the nurse before she can say anything to embarrass him. 

She sticks her tongue out and sits down, "Well, you know the way back there."

"Thank you," Jungkook whispers. 

She nods with a smile. 

You follow Jungkook through the building as he makes a few turns before stopping in front of a door with the words Jeon Mi-young on it. 

"M-Mi-young," You trace the letters as you say the name. 

Jungkook's heart twangs in his chest when you say her name. 

You have a feeling you know who it might be, but you can't imagine why she would be in a place like this...

Jungkook knocks before opening the door gently and walking inside, again holding it open for you. 

You see a very small and very beautiful lady sitting in the bed, putting a book she was reading down as she looks up. She has huge dark eyes and a pink and blue scarf wrapped around her head where her hair would be if she had any. 

When she sees Jungkook, her entire face lights up like a Christmas tree despite how tired it looked a moment before. 

She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can, her eyes land on you and widen. 

You feel like you're intruding for a second as you see her eyes well up with tears, then the brightest smile you've ever seen lights up her face once more and you feel the anxiety melt away. 

"Oh my," She whispers as Jungkook gently leads you in and shuts the door, "You are the prettiest little thing I have ever seen in my life," She says tearfully. 

You feel tears spring to your own eyes at her words. 

You wish you believed them. 

You walk over to her and hold out the flowers, "It's...nice...t-to meet...you."

Jungkook frowns at the way you speak slowly to try and hide your stutter. 

His mother doesn't react to the way you speak, she just has a huge smile on her face as she takes the flowers. 

"Thank you so much. It's lovely to meet you too, dear. What's your name?"

"____," You say quietly. 

"A lovely name for a lovely girl," She whispers back kindly, then she looks at the flowers and a little tear slips out, "They're so beautiful."

Jungkook walks up behind you and you feel him touch the small of your back. 

He whispers in your ear as his mother is occupied with looking at the flowers and smelling them. 

"You don't have to hide it, ____, it's okay."

You nod, but still feel worried about talking normally to his mother. 

Yes, you can tell it's his mother, even though no one has said it yet. He looks just like her. 

What if she doesn't like you when she finds out you have a stutter? 

What if she kicks you out?

You wring your hands and try to tell yourself to stop thinking such silly things. 

Jungkook grabs another chair from a desk in the room and brings it over to place next to the chair already by the bed. Then he gestures for you to sit in the one closer to the head of the bed. You do so, nervously. Jungkook sits in the one next to you.

His mother pushes the nurse call button before looking back at you two. 

"Thank you so much for the beautiful flowers, ____." 

You nod with a shy smile.

Jungkook wishes he could take away all your anxiety and low self-esteem when it comes to your stutter. 

There's a knock on the door and a nurse comes in, "How can I help you, Mrs. Jeon?"

"Would you please get me a vase with some water in it for my lovely flowers?"

The nurse smiles and nods before leaving. 

Mrs. Jeon turns back to you, "I'm sorry we had to meet like this, I must say I'm a little embarrassed," She messes with the scarf around her head. 

You shake your head, "You're b-b-beautiful."

She smiles gratefully at you, "Thank you."

A moment passes, then his mother blurts, "You know I was hoping you would be what I imagined, but you are so much more than I could have ever hoped for."

Your eyes widen as you look back at Jungkook, whose face has turned crimson. 

When you turn back to his mother you see her mouth open in a little 'o'. 

"Oh. So you two aren't...you're not..."

You shake your head. 

Jungkook wants to slap himself silly as he prays that the ground will open up and swallow him whole. 

A sly smile spreads on his mom's face, "Well, not yet anyway."

Now it's your turn for your face to turn red. 

She glances back at Jungkook to see him shaking his head frantically at her. 

"Sorry, sorry," She chuckles. 

When the nurse comes back in, she sees Mrs. Jeon smiling triumphantly as two youngins are fiddling with their hands, faces redder than tomatoes.

"What mischief are you up to?" She asks as she sets the vase on the bedside table and takes the flowers to slip them into it. 

"Oh nothing, just chatting," Jungkook's mom says innocently. 

The nurse chuckles as she leaves the room. 

"So, what are the two of you doing in Busan?" His mother changes the subject as if nothing happened. 

_______________________

The three of you make small talk for the next hour. 

You find out she used to be a ballet dancer when she was younger and she tells you a bunch of stories about Jungkook when he was little, much to Jungkook's displeasure and much to your enjoyment.

She asks you about yourself and gets super excited when you tell her you're a Kindergarten teacher. 

You tell her about your little ducklings as the two of you laugh together. 

Jungkook sits back and watches his two favorite girls bonding, a huge smile on his face and a wonderful ache in his heart. 

You don't try to hide your stutter, and much to your surprise, his mother acts perfectly normal, listening patiently as you take longer to speak. 

It's around lunchtime when there's another knock at the door. 

A different nurse comes in, "I'm sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Jeon. But it's time for your medicine and then lunch." 

You see his mom's face fall, but she recovers quickly. 

"Thank you, Eun-Ji." 

The nurse nods and leaves the room, planning to come back in a few minutes after you and Jungkook have left. 

You glance at Jungkook to see his eyes a bit shiny, but just like his mother, he smothers it and replaces it with a small smile. 

You stand up, "W-Well, I d-d-don't want to keep you f-from your lunch."

Mrs. Jeon laughs, "It was wonderful to meet you, ____." 

"It w-was so nice to m-m-meet you too, Mrs. J-Jeon." 

"Oh, call me Mi-young, dear."

"Alright, M-Mi-young." 

Her smile is so bright it's almost blinding. 

She takes your hand gently, covering it and squeezing it comfortingly, "I hope to see you again, ____." 

You say it back to her before telling Jungkook you'll wait out in the hall. You know he wants to say goodbye to her in private. 

After the door shuts gently, Jungkook's mother puts a hand over her heart as she looks at him, "She's the loveliest girl I've ever met."

Jungkook laughs and sits on the chair closer to her.

"You don't meet a lot of girls, you know."

His mother smacks his arm, "Shush, I know you're just embarrassed and trying to get the attention back on me."

He shrugs, clearly guilty. 

She reaches a hand out to cup his cheek, "You've grown up so well, Kook."

Fuck. 

Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat. 

"Take care of yourself, baby."

He nods, holding back tears. 

"Take care of her too, alright?" He nods again as she smiles, "I know you're in good hands. Take care of each other."

"Don't worry, she's safe with me," He whispers. 

"I know, baby," She wipes her eyes, "Well you should be going. Go get her some food, I heard her tummy growl a few minutes ago."

That makes them both laugh as Jungkook stands up, "I'll be back, I promise." 

"I can't wait."

Jungkook leans down and kisses her cheek softly. 

"Goodbye, Kookie."

"Bye, Mom."

Before he can fall into her arms, he forces himself to leave, shutting the door with a deep sigh. 

Then he sees you curiously inspecting a painting in the hall and his heart warms.

He walks up behind you, startling you when he whispers, "What's got your undivided attention?"

You jump and turn to him, "Oh, n-nothing really. This painting j-just looked really familiar. L-L-Like I've been there before."

Jungkook looks at the cabin in the painting, sitting in the middle of sunlit woods. 

"It's beautiful," He says softly. 

You nod. 

You two look at it for a second, then you turn to him. 

He's closer than you thought he was, so you lift your head to look him in the eyes.

Jungkook's gaze flits across your face. 

You can see a deep sadness in his eyes, one you know the feeling of all too well. 

The feeling of losing someone you love. 

You reach up and bop his nose cutely, "You h-hungry?" You ask. 

Jungkook breathes a laugh, "Yeah."

"Can I b-buy you lunch?"

He gazes into your eyes for a moment longer before nodding, "Ok."

You say goodbye to the older nurse at the front desk as you walk out, and you aren't sure but you feel like you saw her wink at Jungkook and laugh when Jungkook stiffened next to you.

Hmmm...

What did he tell them exactly?

You let it go and walk to the car, hopping in. 

"Where should we go?" Jungkook asks as you two buckle up. 

"Mm, I saw a very s-s-small restaurant on t-the way here...should w-we try it?"

Jungkook nods, "I think I know the one you're talking about. Let's do it."

____________________________

Jungkook holds back his laughter as you stuff your face with rice before sipping the soup in front of you. 

"Yummy?" He asks. 

You nod excitedly. 

"I agree," He says as he spoons some rice of his own. 

"Th-This is the b-best kimchi stew I e-ever eaten."

Jungkook chuckles. 

"Y-Your mom is l-l-lovely." 

You say it so suddenly that it catches Jungkook off guard. You two hadn't said a word about the visit until now. 

He knows you were trying to let him take a moment to gather himself and he appreciates that. 

"She is, isn't she?" He says as he takes a bite of soup. 

A moment of silence passes, then you whisper, "How l-long?"

Jungkook swallows before answering.

"Since I was seven," He says quietly. 

Your heart breaks at that. 

You don't know what illness she's fighting, and you aren't going to ask. He can tell you if and when he wants to. But to be suffering from something for so long...she's definitely one of the strongest people. 

That must be where Jungkook gets his resilience from. 

"You l-l-look just like her," You say with a smile. 

Jungkook chuckles, "Thank you, that's a huge compliment."

You nod before shoveling more rice into your mouth. 

Jungkook feels his heart open a little more as he watches you eat. 

You decide to leave the conversation about his mother at that. You know he's hurting, and at this point, you're sensing he'd rather have a distraction than a deep conversation about it. 

When you're done eating, you happily pay for the meal, relieved that you finally get to do something nice for Jungkook. 

As you leave, Jungkook thanks you for the meal. 

You smile brightly, "I've s-s-still got a lot of m-meals to buy for you."

Jungkook shakes his head as he opens the passenger door for you, "I hope you're not counting and trying to make it even. I never bought you stuff to get something back. I do it because I want to." 

You turn as a surge of bravery sweeps over you. 

Jungkook is taken aback when you stand on your tippytoes and get closer to his face, "I n-never said I was c-c-counting, Jeon J-Jungkook. I need to b-b-buy you a lot of meals so w-we can be together a l-long time."

He freezes and his breath picks up pace. 

Did you just accept his confession, like actually? Officially?

You see his cheeks turn pink and you smile at that.

Then you turn and get into the car before he can say anything else. 

Jungkook stands there like a dummy for a second, then he shuts your door and walks over to his side. 

Stay calm, Jeon.

Calm. 

Don't make an idiot out of yourself.

If you act desperate, it'll push her away.

He's awfully quiet when he gets in the car, you hope you didn't embarrass him too much...

The ride back to the motel is mostly silent, but it isn't uncomfortable. That's another thing you like about being with Jungkook. You two can sit in silence together for a long time and it never feels awkward, just relaxing. 

His presence is enough for you. 

Little do you know, he feels the same way. 

Once you get back to the motel, you're feeling sleepy. 

It's only around two in the afternoon and you feel like you need a nap. 

Just as you're walking into the room, Jungkook's phone goes off. 

He looks at the caller ID, then immediately steps back out of the room, telling you he'll just be a second. 

Jungkook steps around the corner of the building as he holds the phone up to his ear, "Hello?"

"Hi, Lotus."

Ah, it's her. 

"Hey, how are you?"

"I'm okay, thanks to you."

Jungkook stays silent, so she continues, "I'd like to pay you."

He wants to say she doesn't have to, he knows she is struggling herself. 

But he needs that money, as much as he can get. 

"Alright, where should we meet?"

"Um, I can do The Coffee Tree again tonight if you'd like?"

Jungkook confirms it with her, then hangs up. 

When he gets back to the room, you're cuddled up in bed and watching a rerun of an old drama on TV. 

"Um, I need to go somewhere tonight," He says awkwardly. 

You give a tiny nod, your eyes glued to the TV, "Okie."

He isn't sure if you actually heard him, but he'll go with it. 

Then Jungkook decides to join you. 

He thinks he's seen a few episodes of this back when his mom used to watch it. 

You two watch the drama for longer than he thought you did, so when he looks at the time and sees it's after seven, he practically falls out of bed trying to get to his shoes quickly. 

You don't notice as he slips on his shoes and tells you he's leaving before slipping out.

You're so focused on the TV that it takes another half hour for you to notice he's gone. 

You look around the room in confusion, "J-Jungkook?" 

Did he say he was going somewhere? 

What the heck? 

You climb out of bed and walk over to the bathroom, but the door is open and its empty inside. 

Hm. 

You walk over and grab your phone, then you text him asking him where he is. 

After a few minutes and no answer, you start to get worried. 

Was he super upset after seeing his mom? 

You walk over to the door and open it. 

It's dark out and there's rain falling heavily. 

Oh, you hadn't realized it was raining. 

You walk out a few feet, but you can't see the car where it was parked earlier. 

So, he did leave?

You walk out further, letting the door close behind you. 

You glance around the nearest parking spots, but there's no sign of the car. 

Your feet are getting cold and you're already getting wet, so you turn to open the door to get back inside. 

But it's locked. 

Oh. 

Oh no. 

You forgot to grab the keycard! 

It's on the TV stand!

You gasp and shake the door handle roughly, hoping that it might give way. 

But it doesn't budge. 

Darn these iron locks. 

You look around you, the rain is starting to pick up even more and the temperature is dropping as the winds pick up. 

Where is he?

You didn't even bring your phone out with you. 

Think, ____, think.

Then you gasp in triumph as you remember the front office. 

You run over to it, grimacing at the cold hard ground on your bare feet as you run. 

You reach the front office and you're about to open the door, but then you notice that the lights are out.

Huh? 

But the front office has someone in it 24/7...

You push on the door and it opens with a creak. 

You step inside, grateful for the warmth. 

Maybe you can stay in here until Jungkook comes back if they don't have an extra keycard. 

It's so dark though. 

Why is it so dark?

You feel around the wall for a light switch but find nothing. 

"H-Hello?" 

No one answers. 

Your stomach drops, but you don't know why. 

It's just a dark office. 

Why do you feel like there's something wrong?

You step farther in until you reach the desk. 

"H-Hello? I g-got locked out o-of my room. C-Can I please h-have another key?"

SIlence. 

You feel your way around the desk, trying to find a light of some sort. 

Then you step in something wet. 

And warm. 

One more step and your foot runs into something soft. 

Your stomach drops further, but you stay calm as you crouch down and reach out. 

Then you let out a blood-curdling scream. 

________________________________

Jungkook walks up to the room and swipes his keycard, opening it as it unlocks. 

He steps into the warmth and sighs. 

The TV is playing, but your bed is empty. 

Jungkook's brow furrows as he walks to the bathroom. 

Empty. 

"____?"

Jungkook turns and sees your shoes by the door, then his gaze lands on the keycard on the TV stand. 

What the hell?

He jogs over to the door and throws it open, "____??" He shouts into the rain. 

Jungkook steps out, praying that you just went to the front office to grab a drink or something and forgot your keycard so you decided to stay with the old man there until he got back. 

But when he gets to the front office, he sees through the glass doors that the lights are out, so he turns and heads briskly back towards the room. He walks farther, until he gets to the abandoned pool. 

"____?" He tries again, his voice thin in the cold air. 

Then he hears something rustling and turns to see you stumbling out of a bush inside the locked pool gates. 

Your eyes land on him and you run over to him, "Jungkook!"

You grab at him frantically as you try to get over the fence. Jungkook practically lifts you over it, then he sees in the light of the outside lamps that you're covered in blood. 

"Oh god, ____, what happened?"

You wrap your arms around him, "J-Jungkook, he's d-d-d-d-d-"

"Shh, hey shh." Jungkook pulls your head into his chest to help you calm down. 

But there is no calming you down. 

You're shaking like a leaf. 

Then there's a loud bang coming from inside the pool gates and you scream at the top of your lungs, yanking yourself out of Jungkook's arms and bolting for the room. 

Jungkook runs after you. 

You scream the whole way, then you're yanking with all your strength on the handle, "O-OPEN IT!!!!!!" You keep screaming until Jungkook gets it unlocked and you both tumble in. 

You slam the door shut and run for the bathroom. 

Jungkook grabs your arm and yanks you to face him, "____, what happened?" 

Your whole body is practically convulsing from how cold you are and the fear coursing through you. 

"He's d-d-d-dead!"

"Who??"

"The old m-m-man!" You sob hysterically, "I d-d-didn't do it! I s-swear!"

The old man?

From the office?

You're still sobbing beyond control, shaking and holding yourself tightly. 

You're sopping wet and positively covered in that disgusting sticky red substance. 

"Oh, fuck."

That's all he says when he finally speaks. 

"W-W-W-W-We need to call the p-police!" You grab your phone but Jungkook snatches it out of your hands before you can dial. 

"Get your stuff."

You look at him like he's crazy. 

"Now!" He shouts, making you flinch. 

When you don't move, Jungkook grabs your wrist and yanks you towards the door. He grabs a sheet from his bed and wraps it around your shoulders then he grabs your shoes and shoves you out of the room. 

He pulls you all the way to the car and practically throws you in before running to his side to get in. 

He starts the car, "Buckle."

You do so, but slowly. 

You're still in shock. 

"My s-stuff," You whisper. 

"I'll buy you new clothes," Jungkook says through gritted teeth as he speeds up, pulling out of the parking lot. 

"The old m-man..." Your bottom lip trembles uncontrollably. 

You're trying to convince yourself you were mistaken or it was a joke. 

It isn't real. 

It isn't real. 

It isn't real. 

"They'll find him in the morning," Jungkook says coldly. 

You look at him in horror. 

"Why a-are we-"

"Because whoever killed him is still there."

You gulp, "We n-need to call the p-police-"

"No."

"Why n-not?" 

"They might be in on it."

You start shaking even harder, "Huh?" Your voice breaks. 

"They'll track your phone."

"W-W-W-Why would th-they track my ph-phone?"

Jungkook sighs sharply, speeding up even more as he gets onto the highway. 

"Jungkook, w-why did they k-kill the old man? Why are w-we running and not telling the p-police-"

"Because they want you, ____! They're looking for you."

_________________________________________

a/n: 👀

Tag list; @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @teresaisla @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @jaebeomsblackgf @sugaslittlekookies @moon-asia @bangtannie7 @yoonchrisgull @njkbangtan @higashikatasgf @jksbbyfacebunny @sweetonkookieandtae @voidswan-recs @sadxaries @shadowmoon21 @jinfused @taehyungiev13 @gaeguuliii @kimnamjoonluvbot @jungkooook @mutterseelenalleinn @surilirani @patpus @yukiehyukie @crypticsabbat @ohyeahjk @steffiiirose @the-falling-star @telepathytae @erenkook-blog ​