#then yoongi started dating hobi

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The library is your favourite place. 

At least, that is until your predictable love for it comes to a disadvantage. May your tranquil moments alone rest in peace as your friends corner and gaslight you to leaving your sanctuary. Sometimes, it’s for parties. Other times, it’s for something stupid like driving to the next town to watch a movie at their theatre because their theatre chairs recline better. 

You won’t have it this time. 

No way. You have so much work to do!

"Oh, come on! Please, ___?” Hobi begs. “Come tonight! It'll be fun!" Suddenly, he’s clinging to your arm, making it harder for you to ignore him. You try shaking him off, but he pouts at you and clings on even tighter. 

“Hobi,” you whine. “Go to the party if you wanna go. Jimin said he’d meet you there! And Nam Joon, and Taehyung, Jin, and even Yoongi!” 

“But I want you to come!” He cries. “I need someone to keep count of my drinks—”

“Use a marker and tally it on your arm.”

“But then what if I need to throw up—”

“Then throw up.”

“... Jungkook will be there!”

You blink at him. 

“So?”

Hobi lets go of your arm and raises a brow at you. “What do you mean so? Isn't he your boyfriend?”

His accusation has you tongue-tied. This is the first time you’ve ever heard such an absurd thing! Jungkook became a part of the friendgroup after you. He’s the newbie. Actually, he has a whole other set of friends aside from you guys. Why? Because he’s cool. That’s it. Everyone on campus knows him and truth be told; he deserves his hype. He’s good-looking, kind, and a little weird (in a good way). He’s funny and smart (but not in an obnoxious way)... He’s just… Kind of good at everything? It intimidates you and often leaves you daydreaming. 

Come to think of it, everything happens by coincidence. Yours and his lectures usually start and end around the same time. Not to mention that he also loves the library! He usually walks you home after your study sessions. But, yeah… Aside from these things—you and Jungkook aren’t actually that close.

“W-what? I’m not dating Jungkook! Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” you ask, careful not to sound too noisy. 

Hobi shakes his head. “Girlfriend? Yeah… You.”

Your eyes widen.

In a panic, you hiss at Hobi. “Don’t start rumours! That’s embarrassing for him to be associated with me—”

“Oh shut up,” Hobi laughs. “Do not get all insecure and pick me when the campus crush has literally been drooling over the past few weeks. Everybody knows. Everybody talks about it! Besides, they talk about him being all lovestruck—not you! So, spill it. What did you do, huh? Did you manifest it or some shit—”

“With all the time I spend in class, work, and the library… You think I have time to manifest?” you chuckle at him, ultimately trying to dismiss his suspicion. 

Hobi rolls his eyes at you. 

“For someone who reads fanfics and book loads of romance stories… You’re dense as fuck.”

Tilting your head at him, you try to find the words to defend yourself and fail. 

He’s right. 

You are dense. 

But that never hurt anyone before… So why does it matter?

“Earth to ___?” Hobi waves his hands to your face. You blink, brushing your thoughts away. Offering him a tired smile, he looks at you weirdly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “Why?”

“You’re blushing like crazy,” he teases, poking your cheek. Your hands fly to your cheeks. He’s right. They feel warm and the sudden embarrassment just made you feel even more flustered. Then, he nudges you. 

“Get it together!” Hobi mutters, “Your boyfriend is coming!"

Turning your head, you see Jungkook making his way through the doors. He has his backpack on one shoulder and his eyes glued to his phone. Like muscle memory, he turns his heels and walks toward your direction. 

“Oh my god,” you hit Hobi’s arm. “Why did you plant these thoughts when he’s literally—”

“Plant thoughts? Babes, it’s reality. Helllooooo?” Hobi sings, tauntingly. 

You pout at him, unable to take this lighthearted. 

Then, before you know it, Jungkook approaches you. 

He pulls the seat next to you out and settles in. After offering a fist bump to Hobi, he quickly leans his body over and places his hand on your knee. He’s always done this but why was it suddenly so different now? Was it always like this and you never noticed until now? Until Hobi…

Wow… 

“Hey, you.” Jungkook greets you warmly.

“... H-hi.”

He gives you a weird look. You avoid his eyes in return. Clearing his throat, he asks, “Why aren’t you packed up yet? Aren't we going to the party?”

Jungkook eyes your spread of notes on the table. You clunch your iPad closer to you and shrug. “We? It’s you. Aren’t you going to the party?”

Jungkook returns your question with a grin. “No. Us. You, specifically. You, especially.”

“Yeah, ___!” Hobi chimes cheekily. “Aren’t you going to the party?”

Hesitantly, you shake your head. 

“N-no… I have too much work to do. Here! I’ll just—” you pause your sentence and reach for Hobi’s arm. Pushing his sleeve up, you take the sharpie from your pencil case and write on his arm. 

If piss drunk, please return to ___. 

(xxx) xxx-xxxx <3

Hobi reads it sideways and yanks his arm back. 

“I hate you,” he utters. With laser eyes, he glares at Jungkook. “Tell her you’re coming to the party. Drag her to come! She’s always here! Homework can wait for tomorrow!”

Jungkook exchanges looks with you. With a soft gaze, he shrugs and turns to Hobi. 

“She doesn’t wanna go.”

Hobi groans. 

“Fine. Let’s go. Let’s leave—”

“I’m staying,” Jungkook says calmly. "She's not going... Neither am I."

He picks his backpack up from the ground and begins to unzip it. Taking out his notes and laptop, he looks up and smiles at Hobi. “Can I see your arm?”

Huffing, Hobi shows Jungkook your note. As Hobi rambles on and on about how you and Jungkook are party poopers, Jungkook takes your Sharpie and crosses your number out. 

If piss drunk, please return to ___. Jungkook

(xxx) xxx-xxxx <3

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

For the second time tonight, Hobi reads his arm sideways and yanks it back. He squints at the unfamiliar number. 

“Why’d you cross her number out? Whose number is this?” Hobi asks. 

“Mine,” Jungkook states, smiling at the correction. “Call me if you need anything.”

“What? Why?”

Jungkook blinks. “I’m not really crazy about ___’s number being on your arm for other guys to have and call her with.”

Hobi’s mouth drops. He slowly turns to you and gulps. Blinking at you slowly, he gives you crazy eyes. “You can not be this dense, ___. Jungkook is literally ripping me into shreds in his head right now—”

You laugh.

“Go. Have fun! Call me if you need anything.”

Hobi turns to Jungkook. 

Jungkook smiles at him sweetly with his eyes closed. He shakes his head slowly and wiggles his finger at him. “Don’t call her.”

With that, Hobi grumbles a few exchanges before packing his stuff up. He waves goodbye and tells you that you’re lame one last time. You agree with him and wave him goodbye. As he leaves, Jungkook moves his chair closer to you. 

“So… Same schedule? Study until 9PM and then I walk you home? Or are you hungry tonight? Maybe we can wrap this up by 7:30PM and grab a bite to eat? I know a really good burger spot just up campus—why’d you do that?”

Your body stiffens.

“Do what?”

Jungkook eyes your chair distance. 

“You moved away.”

What the heck… How did he even notice? It’s not like you moved across the table! You just moved like… Half an inch. 

“No, I didn’t,” you deny. “But yeah… Sure! I’ve been craving a good burger with extra cheese—what are you doing?”

“I’m moving closer to you.”

“Why?”

“Because you lied to my face and moved away.”

“N-no!” 

Jungkook inches his face closer to yours. He boops your nose and scrunches his. “You sniff whenever you lie. Did you know that?”

“N-no…”

“Now you do.”

For the first time ever… You lose your breath. It’s like you forgot how to breathe. He’s so close to you. His eyes are so doey, you’re literally getting lost in them. The scar he has on his left cheek… You can see it so clearly—the detail of how his skin healed and all. His hair is brushing above his eyebrows and you can’t help but realize how much you like the way it falls on his face. He’s… Cute?

Oh god. 

“D-dont do that—uhh—” You move away from him. This time, there’s an obvious space between you two. Jungkook straightens his posture, completely confused by your burst of emotion. It’s… Conflicting? He swears you two were about to kiss… Now, what’s going on?

“___? What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks with a gentle tone. 

You turn away and shove your notes to your face. Mumbling into the paper, you tell him what’s on your mind. “Everyone thinks you have a crush on me and it’s embarrassing.”

Jungkook doesn’t hear you well. 

“Say that again,” he requests. Without warning, he takes the paper from your hands, leaving you to face him. “Don’t act all cute. What is it?”

You stay silent and contemplate.

Was this worth saying? Was this worth addressing? Would it change anything between you two after? What about the burgers? You’ve been craving a cheesy burger like crazy—

“It’s fine if you don’t feel comfortable. You can tell me later or never. I don’t mean to be pushy—”

Then, you blurt it out. 

“Everyone thinks you have a crush on me… Or something.” 

Jungkook doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t hold his breath. 

He doesn’t deny it. 

“I do have a crush on you.”

Your throat feels dry. What?! Has he lost his mind?

“W-what? You can’t j-just—”

Jungkook tilts his head and pouts. 

“I don’t really understand why I should deny it. Why should I lie? Why should I make an excuse? This is how I feel. You just found out earlier than the confession… I guess this is it though, right?” He laughs. 

You hit his chest. 

“This isn’t funny!”

“Why can’t it be funny?” Jungkook laughs even harder. He catches your wrist and holds you still. “Doesn’t it make you laugh? That everybody on campus watched me wait outside your classes every day for almost 3 months… That everybody waits on me to go to parties but I don’t show up because I rather walk you home and stay home… That everybody on campus watched me enter this goddamn library of a snoozefest—”

“Hey! I like it here.”

“Yeah,” he rolls his eyes at you. “I like you. That’s why I’m here.”

“I… I thought you wanted to study.”

Jungkook laughs even louder, earning a few hushes from others nearby. He groans, throwing his head back. “I can’t even fucking laugh in here without getting in trouble. Why the hell would I like this place?”

“... To study!”

“To be with you.” 

You shut up. 

No words, no thoughts, no feelings. 

Okay…

Feelings. Lots of them. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so overwhelmed,” Jungkook murmurs, leaning his head against your shoulders. “I thought you knew. I thought you figured it out by now. I wasn't exactly discrete."

You sit still, not knowing if you should move or let him settle in. Before you can decide, he sits himself up and grabs your hand. He squeezes it tightly and brings it to his lips. Kissing your hand, he looks at you. 

“Doesn’t matter if you’re dense. Doesn’t matter if you don’t know how you feel right now. I’ll win you over… You’ll fold."

You yank your hand away from him. In response, he leans over and kisses the side of your head instead. You gasp, but your cheeks blush. Quickly, you cover your face with your hands. He laughs heartily, tugging you close to him. You bury your face in his chest and groan at the sinking feeling of wanting to be anywhere but here. This was humiliating!

And just when you think it can't get any worse, Jungkook wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. As he pats your back, he murmurs—

"You're falling for me already, aren't you?"

[7ndipity]

How They Would Propose

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: Headcanons about how each of the members would propose to their S/o

Warnings: none

A/N: Thank you to the lovely @bethanysnow for this request and for helping me brainstorm ideas! I hope you like it!😘

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Jin:

Jin loves making big gestures, like he literally brought his own confetti to an award show, so he would definitely want to go for a more grand, classically romantic proposal.

Like you would come home one evening to the house filled with heart shaped helium balloons floating around. 

Once you make your way through the forest of balloons, you find him waiting for you in the living room or on the balcony, in a suit and tie, surrounded by flowers.

And although he’s so incredibly sure about this, he can’t help but feel nervous, his hands shaking as he pulls out the notecards he prepared.

His speech would be simple, but so full of his love for you and the life you’ve built together, by the time he finishes speaking and drops to one knee, you’re already in tears and saying yes.

Yoongi: 

Yoongi would propose in a way that’s very quiet and personable to the two of you, just like everything else in your relationship.

I’ve said this in his dating hcs, but I see him half-jokingly asking you to marry him so often that when he finally does say it seriously, you might not take it as such at first.

It would probably happen either first thing in the morning as you’re having breakfast, or last thing at night as you’re getting ready for bed. Those quiet little moments of domesticity show him how much he want this forever

“I wanna marry you.” “I know, baby.” “No, really. I want to marry you.” You turn around and he’s holding out a ring box to you. “I mean, if you’ll have me?”

Once the initial shock wears off, you half-jokingly demand that he asks you properly, which he does, quickly dropping to one knee. Then you say yes.

Hobi:

Hobi would want to make your proposal as lavish and memorable as possible. Like he loves any opportunity to dote on and spoil you.

Like I see him surprising you with a weekend getaway to somewhere coastal so the two of you could just relax together on the beach for a few days.

But then on the final evening, as you’re watching the sunset together, he turns to you and drops down on one knee.

He has a whole speech prepared, but in the moment, he’s so overcome with emotion that he forgets half of it and basically sums it up with “I cannot imagine my life without you. Will you please marry me?”

He manages to keep it together until you say yes and then he breaks down in tears as he slips the ring on your finger.

Namjoon:

Despite being a man who’s well known for his ability to weave words together into heartbreakingly beautiful lyrics, I think when it comes to his own proposal, he would be surprisingly simple.

He would bring it up after a normal date night as you're walking together through the park or something, waiting till you’ve stopped to admire the view before he decides to speak.

He would start off talking about some study he read that showed how being married can benefit ones health, extend life expectancy, etc. He would then shift to how much you mean to him, how much you’ve changed him for the better, how much he loves you.

“And so,” He pulls out the ring box, sliding it over to you somewhat shyly, almost afraid to meet your eyes. “If you're willing, would you please marry me?”

Of course you immediately say yes.

Jimin:

Jimin would want to plan something more cozy and classic, like a romantic dinner at home or at one of your favorite restaurants.

He would be so nervous, fidgeting around half the evening until you ask him if he’s alright, and then he just spills it all out.

He would have a somewhat short, but sweet speech, going over how much you mean to him, how thankful he is to have you in his life, and how he hopes for the two of you to spend the rest of your lives together.

By the time he finishes speaking, you're both crying, moving to hug each other tightly as you say yes.

After a few moments, you both manage to compose yourselves enough to separate so that he can slip the ring on your finger, before immediately pulling you close again.

Taehyung:

Tae would want to make a grand romantic gesture, similar to Jin, but on a slightly smaller scale, more personalized to the two of you.

He would pick one of your favorite places, asking you to meet him there fro date night instead of him picking you up, which already makes you suspicious that something’s up.

But nothing could quite prepare you for the scene you’re met with as you walk in, candles and your favorite flowers covering every surface, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere. And in the middle of it all stands Tae, grinning widely at you.

His speech is short, telling you how much he loves you, and promising as he drops to one knee that he will do everything in his power to try and make you as happy in life as you make him.

You can’t even say yes, just nodding as he slips the ring onto your hand.

Jungkook:

I see Jungkook going one of two ways with a proposal; either super elaborate, destination proposal with a beautifully planned out speech, or completely impromptu confession when he just blurts it out

He would want to plan an amazing weekend away together, where he would have a whole scene planned out with the flowers and candles and a speech that he's been writing and rewriting for weeks/months.

But it ends up happening very suddenly but naturally, as you’re getting ready for bed one night and he’s just watching you picking out your clothes and setting your alarm for the next day, and it just slips out. “Marry me, please?”

You whip around in shock, but he’s just staring up at you with so much love and sincerity that you don’t don’t even hesitate to say yes.

He’d be kinda embarrassed afterwards, but neither of you really mind, because it was his true feelings in that moment and that made it all the more special to you.

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mami (m) | myg/knj

title: mami (m) pairing: myg x reader(f) , knj x reader(f) , slight jhs x reader(f)😛 rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; battle rap au , roommates au summary: you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date. note: heavy 00s vibes, this is just the beginning of a collection of parts instead of just a oneshot let’s fucking goooo🦋 note 2: this is pretty unedited lolll if there are mistakes i'm so so sorry! warnings for this part: language, choking, joon in sweats, bathroom s*x, b*ckshots, friendly sp*nks from your roomie🤪, it uhhh starts right out the gate lmfao, hobi in silk and a robe, yoongi is a warning in his own right, light sl*pping, you get called mamiii😗 so if that’s not ur thing i’d skip this series !!, joon is too smooth, a secret fourth guy lmfaoooo, battle rap scenarios! drop date: september 26th, 2023, 10:07pm est word count: 3.7k  mood: here 

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“You like that, huh?” 

Breath short, you can only gasp as the hands you’ve been eyeing all night clutch your throat, a fiendish hum the first response to your satisfied grin.

“Knew you would.” As your delicious captor speaks, you just know he’s fixated on your makeup—at least, the way it’s smearing onto a bathroom mirror that has seen better days. “You all do.” 

Fuck, he knows what he’s doing. Fucking hell, he always knows.

Your lust condenses and slides down the glass in rivers, and with each experienced thrust inside your folds, it’s getting harder, and harder, and harder to see the man wrecking your shit. 

But it’s coming. The end. The coil inside you is screaming and tightening and you know he can feel every potent pulse as you slap the tiny counter with a palm. “Yoongi—”

“You gonna come, mami?” 

Yes yes yes you really fucking are. It’s so truthful that you can’t even voice your agreement in words, your moans higher and higher in pitch the only tell you can possibly give. 

“Then fucking do it.” 

Light bounces from your eyes and rebounds off the mirror the same time your whine does, every limb locking while bare shoulders bang against your reflection. 

“Fuck.” 

You spring right into the ground floor above, eyes rolling so far back you could probably see the way Yoongi’s smirking at your ass if your dumbfounded mush of a brain wasn’t in the way. 

Again, and again, you milk his cock for all it’s worth, spurning him into gripping your bouncing hips with rough hands and faster strokes. Laughs and conversations seep through the door at your side, but you can’t make out a thing as you garble, 

“Yoongi, please—”

“One more.” 

“I can’t—”

“Don’t play dumb,” he tuts. “You won’t hustle me a second time.” 

Busted. 

Your pout quickly stretches into a devilish curve instead, and you hear his sound of approval before you brag, 

“I spent all that already, by the way.” 

Air whizzes past your ears as you’re hoisted upwards, and your mirth reverberates as you’re spun and shoved into the sink, cheap laminate bruising your back. 

Yoongi must also be remembering the time your pussy sucked the soul out of him. After you both made a bet that you couldn’t beat someone’s record time making him come. 

You won half of his prize money that night. 

And that was the night he won the entire thing. 

“You’re lucky I respect it,” he snarls, sweaty fingers gripping your chin as he slings a leg over his pelvis. When he grins, you wanna lick the white off his teeth. “And you’re lucky I made it back the next night.” 

Oh, shit. Did he really? 

Battle rap events usually stack so that everyone gets a chance. How did he get invited back the same weekend? 

Well, other than being a monster on the mic. There’s a reason you can’t stay away from him, and you may or may not admit you get turned on by how effortlessly ruthless he is. 

Lips smushed, you ask with genuine curiosity, “You won again?” 

Yoongi lightly smacks your cheek, chuckling when you grit out a moan. “Nah. The sponsors loved me,” he claims, finally bringing a hand down to guide himself back inside. “So they paid me to come back.” 

“Sick,” you praise through a grunt, fully catching his eyes for the first time tonight. Pushing past the way he fills you so fantastically, you huff out, “That doesn’t happen on south side.” 

“So I’ve heard.” 

“Yeah, apparently west and east side do it a lot. Especially with that guy Randa—”

“Fuck Randa.”

Ah, so Yoongi knows him? You haven’t ventured into the west scene yet, but the one thing you know about it is that dude’s name.

So he must be a beast.

Especially if Gloss himself had some choice words.

At this little slip of emotion, you don’t hide your smirk at all. “Oh? Maybe I will if that’s how you feel.”

The sudden possessive shove of his cock into your folds is delightful, your high giggle pinging off the bathroom walls.

“Fuck whoever you want, princess,” he chides right against your lips. “You’ll always come back to me.” 

“Duh.” You flick your tongue over his plush. “You wouldn’t last a week without me anyway.”

Yoongi pushes into you again, stare heavy and coaxing butterflies from your belly. “I’d manage.”

“As if.”

But even through the pleasure, you still wonder. How are you both having a regular conversation right now? This never happens with him. You’ve wanted it to, but there simply hasn’t been any talk when he’s involved. 

The high from your orgasm compounds with this strange feeling that you turn a little playful.

“What I meant was…” Fingernail poking his tank, you joke with a sly curve, “Guess you must be like, good or whatever.” 

When he looks down, you childishly swoop your finger up to bump his nose. “Ha. Loser.” 

Predictably, Yoongi pauses before only his eyes raise, suppressed emotions hiding behind long dark strands. “Really.” 

And even though you felt him twitch in your core, you’ll spare him. “I don’t make the rules.” 

You think this is when he’ll start ramming into you again, because none of the times you’ve hooked up ever lasted this long. It’s always been quick with him, and never in any other place other than bathrooms or broom closets. 

Which isn’t bad. Just a pattern you’ve noticed. 

But Yoongi huffs in amusement before shaking his head. “Since when were you this weird?” 

“Wow, rude?” Your scoff is full of mock annoyance. “I’ve always been this way.” 

It’s just that no one’s taken the time to get to know you.

“But you’re so…” 

All they care about is one thing. 

Which, granted, is the same in your case. 

It just gets a bit lonely sometimes. 

Offering to finish for him to stiff arm any more incoming awkwardness, you blurt, “Hot? Slutty?” 

“Fast.” 

Oh. 

Did you both just assume the other person wanted it over and done with?

That’s entirely possible considering the first time it happened lasted a grand total of three minutes. Max.

“I mean…” You lean back on your palms, not caring to adjust your very mussed top because your chest finally snags all of Yoongi’s attention. How he’s still hard inside of you is a complete mystery. “I don’t just fuck, you know.” 

“And here I thought we were similar,” he teases, groaning through his teeth when you roll on his dick. Again. 

And again. 

Of course you’re both similar. The only difference is that people dub this guy a sex god and you’re an easy lay. 

But you won’t get into that with him. Not now and probably not ever since you don’t dare even label Yoongi a friend.

Panting, you observe him watching your movements as you switch the subject, “You fucked that one sponsor chick for the invite, huh.” 

And he takes the out hilariously quick,

“Both of them.” 

Of course. Your head kicks back in laughter, remembering that there were two people running the event instead of one. 

Truthfully, you would’ve paid to see that. 

“Can’t stand you,” you lie, the way you chuckle as he slaps one of your tits saying otherwise. 

“Good.” 

As he rubs a rough thumb over a nipple, an announcement blares over deejay scratches and cheers, tugging both of your eyes to the door.

Before things quickly devolve into how they always go.

When you arch forward, his lips devour your breast; when you rock your hips into his, the groans against your chest make you feel alive. 

Your nails claw through his hair before you can’t decide if you wanna rake them through his shoulders or his neck. Here, there, everywhere you can grab, you take hold. 

Suddenly, Yoongi clutches the top of your skirt before thrusting in hard, and his laugh when you whine out a curse strikes your soul. “It’s better that way.” 

It’s always better that way. 

“Agreed,” you murmur, eyes flickering to the janky ceiling before sighing out, “I think they just said your name.” 

“Mm.” 

He plunges into you so hard you see his impish curve imprinted among the stars. 

“Then hurry up, mami. Gimme one more for luck.” 

MAMI 

“Who’s on the menu tonight?”

You hum while peering into your mirror—a much cleaner, brighter mirror than the one you were pressed against a couple weeks ago. “That nice guy I’ve been seeing at the gym.” 

“Wait, what? Are you going on a date date?” 

“Hobi,” you giggle, loving your roommate very much despite the way he just forgets sometimes. “We went through this already.” 

“So… Is that a yes, or.” His laugh blurts out when you throw a middle finger next to your head. “Okay, okay! You can just say it, you know.” 

“I just”—you spot check your makeup before vacating your vanity stool—“You know me. I never do dates.” 

As Hobi leans back on your bed, the way his hot pink robe matches your comforter makes you highly amused. Almost amused enough that you don’t react to his nosy question, 

“Nervous?”

Extremely. 

“Uhm,” you start, all pretenses dropping at the sight of his cocked brow. “A bit.” 

Springing up, your roommate pads over and rests thin palms over even thinner straps of your sundress. 

“What’s got you nervous, love?” 

Pouting, you look out your window before your chin is gently swiveled back forward. Thankful for his insistence, you confess to the only guy that you feel like you can trust, 

“What if I like him?” 

The laugh you get is full of disbelief and pity. “That’s what you’re worried about? Really?” 

When you nod, he chuckles again, but it’s smaller. And more understanding than the first. 

“Pathetic, right.” 

“No, no no,” Hobi starts, sliding his hands down to warm your biceps before squeezing. When he pauses, his expression gives his thoughts away before he can utter them. “Well, a little.” 

“Hoseok.” 

“But! Only because you’re making it seem that way.” He squeezes again before sitting back down on your bed. “If you just let things happen without thinking, isn’t that better?”

Does he really have to flop down to rest his head on his palms? Now? 

Talk about not thinking. 

Whatever. You didn’t expect Hoseok to do that, but he looks hot, so you’ll let it slide. 

And you don’t shy away from his silk-covered package before retorting, “Says you.” 

“Me? I overthink. That’s different.” 

“How!” 

“Don’t think about it.” 

When he winks, you both laugh, and his grin slowly devolves into a smirk before he motions you over with a mere head cock.

And you gladly oblige. 

Because your dynamic with Hobi still hasn’t changed. 

Slowly, you arrive at his knees before mounting the bed at his hips, being steadied over his pelvis as he keeps his prone position. 

“You look hot as fuck, you know.” 

“Mmhmm.” 

“He’s gonna like you for sure.” 

“Naturally.” 

“So what if you end up liking him, too?” 

As he smoothes a hand over the side of your ass, you purse your lips in thought. “Uhh… Feelings? I guess?”

“You can have those, babe.” 

“Not mine,” you correct, knowing yours are too fucked up to share with anyone. Which is exactly why you’re all for the so-called fast title that Yoongi clipped onto your persona. “His.” 

Does the lifestyle you chose come with regrets? Yeah. Complications? Also yes. But at least those hurt less than the regrets and complications actual relationships come with. 

You’re just fine with how things are. 

Which is why you’re scared about seeing Namjoon, because he seems like the type that wants something steady. If you end up liking him, you’re gonna have to choose between options that are vastly different in color. 

Despite all that, you still said yes when he asked you out at the gym last week—while you were drenched, bare-faced, and wincing from the last set you completed to failure. 

Why did you say yes anyway? What drew you in to this guy? 

“If you’re scared of hurting his feelings, then just tell him straight-up,” Hobi advises, pulling you back to the present. “Guys won’t know shit unless you spell it out.” 

Looking down at his perfect features, you fake disbelief, asking the most rhetorical question in existence, “You mean you can’t just read our minds?”

“Baby, we can’t even figure out our own, let alone yours.” 

“You said it.” Fully reassured, you rest on Hoseok’s chest, careful to not smudge your face on his clothes. “…Pity fuck if the date goes wrong?”

“Of course.” 

Your chuckle is soft. “Thank you.” 

“Now get up,” he orders, smacking your ass so perfectly that it offends you. “Before I give you another necklace.” 

“Hoseok!” When his cackles follow you up as you stand, your jaw cannot hinge back in. “Goddamn, you’re bad.” 

“Not as bad as you,” he says, following you out of your room. “Mami.” 

That goddamn nickname. 

Hobi knows it’s a common term. And he knows it’s one you hear from multiple people, especially on south side. Literally nothing new or groundbreaking.

But he also knows it makes you unwell because of one specific person. Because you confessed that you didn’t expect it from them during a fuck and it made you weak in the knees. 

Which caused the same motherfucker to say it over, and over, and over again.

Fucking Yoongi. 

Why the hell is it only potent when he says it?

The psychology of that needs to be studied yet you will completely refuse to be a subject. 

After checking to make sure you have everything, you fish out your phone to double-check the address before calling a ride. 

“Where is it at?”

“Some restaurant on west side.”

“Damn, all the way over there?”

“I’m okay with it,” you assure him, inwardly wincing at the cost on your screen. 

Virtually anything on west side is far from your condo, but that’s partly why you’re alright with going. As much as you get around, you don’t prefer taking people back to your place. 

Besides. No one needs to know where you live unless you really fuck with them.

And it’s only happened twice.

Hoseok’s unconvinced reply cuts your thoughts in two,

“Alright… Well. Lemme know if you end up somewhere else tonight.” 

Smiling, you offer him a warm look, positive that his lean against the kitchen wall would put models to shame. “I always do.” 

“What did I say earlier?” 

“Spell it out for him.”

“Okay, good.” 

When you grin, he does, too. 

And you hope this Namjoon guy at least does well with words. 

Turns out, he does a fucking splendid job with them.

At least, the things this man is saying has you absolutely melting under dim lights, and you haven’t even gotten your drinks yet. 

“You look damn nice tonight, by the way,” he mentions with a dip of his head, fiddling with his napkin and giving you an upsettingly perfect view of his fingers. “I feel underdressed as hell.”

Underdressed? Looking around, you feel like you’re the one that dressed way too formal and you’re in a damn sundress.

You should’ve known, though. The restaurant that Namjoon chose occupies one of the few streets known for its laid-back, easy-going fare. Even you have heard of its unique charm and you reside quite a ways away. 

Before you respond, you remember how you arrived, checking around the small space before spotting him in a booth. And while you loved the lax way he dressed, you were even more charmed when he got out just to greet you with a cheek kiss. 

And the night has been so pleasant that you forget to be worried. 

“Why? I mean, thank you, but why?” 

Namjoon gives his sweatpants-covered thighs a glance. “I dunno. You just look bossed up and I’m like, your errand boy.” 

Your mirthy disbelief leaks out of your grin before he can finish. Watching a nearby table point at their menus to order, you go along with his compliments,

“I mean, I could use an assistant…”

He only smiles at his hands. “Order me around anytime.” 

Cute. 

Maybe that’s why you’re drawn to this guy. 

Even though he’s huge and can lift like a motherfucker, there’s a soft side that he’s got no shame showing. 

Also, as the night goes on, you quickly discover more traits you rarely come across. 

Curious, suave, humble—all of them surprise you in the best way. He’s already let you talk much more than he has, and the two of you have debated on not one, but three topics. Including one that you would have left his ass for if you both weren’t on the same page. 

“Okay, so we agree.”

“Yes,” he responds in relief. “Definitely would’ve rethought this whole thing if we didn’t.”

“Uhh, yeah, because I would’ve walked out and let you pay for everything.” 

“Damn!” Fuck, his grin is charming. “And I would’ve paid it, too.” 

Laughing—and realizing that you’re doing that a lot tonight—you rest a hand on his shoulder, “No, no, I wouldn’t do that to you.” 

Fuck, he’s solid.

“Wait, I’m getting us this time, though.”

“Yeah?”

Holding a round glass up to his lips, he coolly adds, 

“And next time, too.” 

Well. 

There’s no way you’re saying no to that.

“To next time,” you offer, clinking cups and taking a nice sip of your wine. 

Things end with both of you just having dinner—a concept so foreign that it makes you wonder if he wanted something more than a second date. 

But judging by the times he kept stealing glances and the way his curve stayed at a slant, it’s an open and shut case.

It’s always a bit crowded in the front few rows, so it doesn’t bother you to hang back for the first time in awhile. 

Besides, you’re a little late from your date anyway. 

Since nothing else happened with Namjoon—he had to leave pretty quick—you determined that you could make it to another Gloss smackdown. 

After you greet all the people and bodyguards hanging around the front doors, you arrive downstairs just in time to hear the deejay ushering everyone in. 

And based on what you hear, it seems like Yijeong’s got extra volume in his mic tonight. 

“Alright, alright, let’s give it up for our two up here, yeah?”

Everyone cheers as you clap to yourself, leaning against a chilly column and ignoring the stares your outfit gets.

The stage looks quite different from back here, with its huddled occupants talking amongst themselves. While you watch both crews laughing and standing around, you wonder what it would be like to support Yoongi from up there instead of on the ground. 

You really would if he wanted you to.

“I don’t have to introduce either one but I’m gonna do it anyway. Cus that’s the rules or whatever and they both deserve some love. Give it up for my man K Shine!”

You aren’t familiar with him but you support anyway. A tiny whoop leaves your mouth as a big portion of the room shouts, and you watch as the guy nods to the people that came to see him. 

“Oh, we’re showing out, okay. Alright, now let’s hear it for my guy Gloss!” 

In contrast, your energy evolves tenfold, and you gladly yell with the rest of the floor as Yoongi stays piercing the ground at his feet.

This guy. 

Still the same routine.

You always muse that he could look into the crowd once in awhile, especially since his audience is steadily growing. 

If they ever saw his smile, maybe more people would be drawn in wait is he looking up this time? 

Wait.

Despite there being rows and rows between you and the stage, you don’t miss the slight shift in his demeanor. It almost looks like he’s scanning the people in front. 

What’s he doing? Is he looking for something? Someone? 

…He’s not looking for you, is he? 

You’re there quite often and always in the same area, but you didn’t think Yoongi would really notice or be checking for you right now.

…But is he? 

Before you can think any further, the quick blares of an airhorn shove your thoughts away. 

“K Shine, you win the toss,” the middle man on stage announces. Fuck, you think you’d know his name by now, he’s been here a lot ever since the first guy disappeared. “What you got.” 

When the man answers, he stares right at Yoongi’s hooded head, fire flaring up the walls already,

“Mister Big House, Big Car, Big Rings can go first.” 

Oh.

He—

You really fucking regret not being in the front now.

Immediately, the whole room ooh’s, with the middle man pursing his lips and giving the two opponents space. 

Light illuminates the whole stage as both sides back up a bit, heavy cameras set to roll and some feedback ringing through the musty air. 

And you wait with bated breath as the crowd goes quiet. 

Heart stilling as Yoongi holds a mic right up to his lips.

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bts x idol!gf headcanons pls!!

i’ve been loooving ur bts boyfriend headcanons so far! ur so talented

Omg thank you so much 🫶🏽 I actually enjoyed writing this. Here you go & enjoy! <3

Namjoon:

• Tries to be discreet with your dating but will accidentally leave hints like some of your merch/stuff in the background of his pics/lives.

• Paparazzi pics in museums & galleries. Definitely off guard

• Always in touch when the other is away.

• Will publicly share your music/projects. Is a big supporter

• Spotting’s in clubs. Shades on dancing the night away. Y’all are definitely the talk of the night

• You both subtly post things on your story that insinuates that you both might be dating. Same location, same background, posting pics at same event or place. Posting songs that relate to each other.

• You both definitely talk through your stories. Talking to each other through songs or silly captions etc

Jin:

• Will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you.

• Big supporter and is at all of your shows/events cheering you on if he can.

• Goes on live wearing your merch

• Lives where both of you are cooking together and bickering with each other about who’s better or who does it right.

• Idk I can see y’all presenting together?!! And kinda teasing each other. (I see this before you start dating. And this causes speculation which kind of initiates both of you dating??)

• You both definitely post pics of each other being a mess. Off guard pics 100%

Yoongi:

• Song covers while he plays the instrumental for you on his guitar or piano

• Will stick up for you and will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you. And if you're getting hate he's gonna make sure it's dealt with

• Very protective when out in public together. Is like your own little personal bodyguard and will hold your hand and lead you away from the paparazzi/fans

• Will go on live and call out everyone for your fan edits. Even though he acts like he doesn’t like it he blushes and secretly saves them.

• He’s caught with your picture as his lockscreen

Hobi:

• Loads of dance videos and choreographies.

• Lives where you both are just dancing and vibing in the practice room.

• Duet video dance covers that he begs you to do

• Cameos in each others MVs

• Has your merch. Has your photocard hanging on his jeans or bag for sure.

• Is spotted with your initials painted on his fingernails

• Always showing you off to the cameras with a big grin on his face. Showing your photocard, merch, his lockscreen of you, showing his nails or any jewellery with your initials on it.

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a big smile on his face. Or even will do a little freestyle dance in front of it lmfao

Jimin:

• Cameos in each others projects. Him more so in yours.

• Will talk about you in his lives. Will purposely make up a comment and read it out and then go on a whole rant about you. Will get shy and then wave it off

• Duet video covers that you beg him to do

• Posting pics with the same background/location so people know you're together

• Likes every and any fan edit of you both.

• You both are always spotted on little dates like cafes, pottery painting or just casual walks

• You both wear matching jewellery that he picked out himself

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a happy proud smile on his face and the most sentimental and encouraging paragraph

Taehyung:

• Cameos in each others projects/MVs

• Loads of leaked messages of y'all being messy

LFMAO.

• Loads of photo shoots from him. He loves being your personal photographer

• Will purposely like and interact with any conspiracies and speculations about you dating. (Before you both went public with your relationship)

• He will beg you to go on variety shows together. He sees it as something fun. I can see you both bickering during the recording and making fun of each other/ teasing. You both would kill it though even though you don’t take it seriously you’d probably end up doing great in the games.

• Public outing spottings. You guys are always seen out together holding hands or him with his arm around you. You guys always stop for pictures.

• You both wear matching jewellery to symbolise your relationship

• Y’all are always caught kissing in public. So many pictures have been leaked

Jungkook:

• Paparazzi pics of your date nights. Holding hands and running away from the paparazzi/fans as a game

• Very sneaky and lowkey. Like you're known to be dating but you're very sneaky with it. Always hiding from paparazzi and not really speaking about your relationship publicly.

• But will publicly stick up for you if there's rumours going around or hate. He's shutting that shit down

• Duet cover videos that you guys randomly post that has the fans going insane

• Hot dance covers. Y’all both being sweaty having re-recorded many times due to fuck ups, teasing and getting distracted iykwim ;)

• Always FaceTiming and calling when either of you are away. You both miss each other so much and you can't go without communicating. He literally will keep on messaging you if you don't respond

• Fan edits go crazy and he eats it up every time. He’s obsessed with watching them.

• I can imagine him calling you during his promotion sketch videos. Seen giggling on the phone to you, excited to talk to you after his promotions. Sometimes you might even make a cameo in them

• You’re always seen discretely wearing his clothes

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Jikook Timeline for 2023

3rd January

Run BTS! 2023 Special Episode - Next Top Genius Episodes 🐰🐥

13th January

Release of Vibe with Jimin and Taeyang🐥

18th January 

Jimin flew to Paris for DIOR fashion show 🐥➡️

23rd January 

Jimin flew back to South Korea 🐥⬅️

1st February

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

3rd February

Jimin Weverse Live🐥

Jungkook Weverse Live with Bam 🐰

10th February

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

11th February

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

14th February

Run BTS! 2023 Special Episode - Mini Field Day 🐰🐥

18th February

Taehyung posted photo of Jikook pose from Memories for Hobi’s Birthday 🐰🐥

28th February

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

3rd March

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

6th March

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

13th March

Jimin flew to New York for promotions 🐥➡️

14th March

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

17th March

Set me Free Part 2 Release 🐥

19th March

Jimin flew back to South Korea 🐥⬅️

23rd March

Jimin filmed for Jimmy Fallon 🐥

Jungkook on Weverse Live 🐰

24th March

Like Crazy Release with FACE 🐥

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

26th March

Jimin on PIXID 🐥

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

27th March

Jimin on Suchwita 🐥

Jungkook replied to Jimin’s post with “I miss you.” 🐰🐥

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

28th March

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

Jungkook’s profile was of Jimin on Weverse 🐰🐥

29th March

Jungkook on Suchwita for first appearance 🐰

Jimin FACE Special Live 🐥

30th March

Jimin on Mnet’s MCountdown 🐥

Beat Coin 🐥

'Choi Hwa-jung's Power Time 🐥

Jimin Fan Call Event 🐥

31st March

Jimin on KBS2 Music Bank 🐥

1st April

Jimin on Lee Mujin Service 🐥

2nd April

Jimin on SBS Inkigayo 🐥

Jimin on BE ORIGINAL 🐥

3rd April

Jimin Weverse Live for Top 100 🐥

7th April

Jungkook Weverse Live🐰

8th April

Jungkook flew to LA for potential CK adverts 🐰➡️

17th April 

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰 ⬅️

18th April

Hobi Enlistment Date with Jikook hug 🐰🐥

24th April

Jimin flew to New York for Tiffany & Co 🐥➡️

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

6th May 

Jimin flew back to South Korea 🐥⬅️

18th May

Release of Angel pt 1 with Jimin 🐥

23rd May

Jimin flew to London for a shoot 🐥➡️

24th May

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

27th May

Jimin flew back to South Korea 🐥⬅️

4th June

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

7th June

Release of Letter Live for Festa 🐥

11th June

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

14th June

Jungkook flew to LA 🐰➡️

15th June

Release of Angel pt 2 with Jimin 🐥

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

22nd June

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

25th June

Vminkook attend Yoongi concert with Jikook getting close 🐰🐥

29th June

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

4th July

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

12th July

Jungkook flew to New York 🐰➡️

13th July

Jimin flew to New York 🐥➡️

14th July

Release of Seven with Jungkook 🐰

Jungkook Weverse Live🐰

GMA performance 🐰

Jikook goes to Connecticut to start filming Are You Sure?🐰🐥

18th July

Jimin flew back to South Korea 🐥⬅️

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

19th July 

Jungkook flew to London 🐰➡️

Jungkook at Elvis Duran The Morning Show 🐰

Jungkook at The Morning Show 🐰

20th July

Jungkook on Radio 1 Live Lounge 🐰

21st July

Jungkook on The One Show 🐰

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

24th July

Jungkook flew back to South Korea🐰 ⬅️

25th July 

Jungkook on The Morning Mash Up' on SiriusXM’s Hit1 🐰

Jimin congratulated Jungkook on Insta for top 100 with Seven 🐰🐥

26th July

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

28th July

Jungkook on on Audacy Check In 🐰

Half naked live with Jungkook and Jimin in the comments 🐰🐥

30th July

Jungkook on SBS Inkigayo 🐰

30th July

Jungkook Weverse Live (twice) 🐰

2nd August

Jungkook posted first Tik Tok 🐰

3rd August

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

4th August

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

August 17th

Jungkook posted on Jimin’s TikTok dance 🐰🐥

31st August

Jungkook Weverse Live for Birthday🐰

1st September

Jimin posted Half naked Jikook post for Jungkook’s Birthday on Instagram 🐰🐥

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

5th September

Jungkook flew to LA 🐰➡️

6th September

Jikook find out that they were successful with buddy system??? 🐰🐥

8th September

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

12th September

Jungkook flew to New York 🐰➡️

16th September

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

21st September

Jungkook flew to New York for promotions 🐰➡️

23rd September

Jungkook at Global Citizen Festival 🐰

24th September

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

25th September 

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

26th September

Jikook fly to Jeju 🐰🐥➡️

28th September

Release of 3D with Jungkook 🐰

28th September

Jimin clouds whale/shark post on instagram 🐥

29th September

Jimin posted about 3D on instagram (puriri) 🐰🐥

Jungkook in 'The Morning Mash Up' on SiriusXM’s Hit1 🐰

1st-3rd October 

Jungkook on Stationhead mentioned Jimin several times 🐰🐥

4th October

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

6th October

Jungkook flew to LA 🐰➡️

10th October

Jungkook flew to South Korea  🐰⬅️

13th October

Jungkook on KBS2 Music Bank 🐰

Jungkook says he will message Jimin at 10:13am 🐰🐥

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

14th October

Jungkook flew to Budapest for MV shooting🐰➡️

19th October

Jungkook somehow arrives in Japan for CK shoot  🐰⬅️

20th October

Jungkook Tik Tok Post 🐰

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

Release of Too Much with Jungkook 🐰

23rd October

Jimin Special Film and Production Diary Commentary and Jungkook joined🐰🐥

30th October

Special Talk Live with Jimin 🐥

3rd November

Release of Standing Next to You with Golden 🐰

Jungkook Weverse Live🐰

4th November

Jimin posted photos from Golden Release Party 🐰🐥

Jungkook appeared on Suchwita for second appearance. Mentions AYS 🐰🐥

5th November

Jungkook flew to New York 🐰➡️

6th November

Jungkook on Stationhead and Jimmy Fallon 🐰

8th November

Jungkook at Citi Concert Series with NBC 🐰

9th November 

Jungkook with Zane Lowe 🐰 Jungkook Live at TSX 🐰

11th November

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

13th November

Jungkook on Audacy Live 🐰

15th November

Jimin filmed MiniMoni Episode 🐥

16th November

Jimin flew to Budapest 🐥 ➡️

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

17th November

Pasta dish and Jimin asked for some on Weverse 🐥

Jimin’s Stuck With You dance video 🐥

18th November

Fan call event with Jungkook 🐰

19th November

Jimin flew back to South Korea 🐥

20th November

Golden Live Concert 🐰

22nd November

Jimin filmed SGMB 🐥

23rd November

Jikook fly to Tokyo 🐰🐥➡️

Jungkook filmed for TBS’s CDTV 🐰

25th November

Jikook flew to Sapporo 🐰🐥➡️

Jimin posted photos from Japan on Insta 🐥

28th November

Jikook fly back to South Korea 🐰🐥⬅️

29th November

Jungkook flew to LA 🐰➡️

30th November

Release of Usher Remix of Standing Next to You 🐰

2nd December

Jungkook Flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

5th December

Tae, Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰🐥

8th December

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

11th December

Jimin farewell Weverse Live 🐥

Jungkook farewell Weverse Live 🐰 22nd December Jimin released Closer Than This 🐥

24th March 2024

Jungkook TikTok: “I see this now” on Jimin’s CTT video 🐰🐥

*This was requested and the original included links for everything.

** Dates may slightly differ due to time zones.

*** If I am missing anything, feel free to let me know.

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Namjoon: 

I think Namjoon would've wanted a quiet night. He was probably stuck at work trying to finish plans on that Instagram account that's still posting and maybe fiddling with the album we know he started. But he would have tried his hardest to put it down and return home by nine to spend time with his loved one. His partner would be waiting for him with a simple takeaway on the table and maybe a TV show they had been watching together queued up. They'd stay cuddled on the couch for the longest time. They'd maybe fall around but not get anywhere (Something Namjoon regrets by day 3 in the barracks), maybe they intended to have sex one last time before he left but neither wanted to acknowledge it was actually the last time. He would talk about how this was ridiculous, it's not like they'd be 18 months without one another, just a couple of months at a time is all... And then he'd get sad and introspective. They'd fall asleep on the sofa because going to bed would bring their last night to an end and Namjoon doesn't want to willingly relinquish that time. 

Seokjin: 

I think he hired out a restaurant he and his partner like, maybe even their first date restaurant. The partner actually panicked that Jin was going to propose the night before he left and was ready to yell at him if he pulled out a ring. Jin sets up multiple proposal cliches throughout the evening giving his partner a heart attack each time while he acts nonchalant about it, pretending he doesn't know why they are getting worked up. This is stuff like a jewellery box on the table (It's a necklace), A gem in the champagne (It's tiny ice), He kneels by the table (and ties his shoe). They take a long walk by the river after dinner, his partner increasingly exasperated but still very fond. He finally does pull out a ring, but he insists it's only a promise ring and the real ring will be given to them on June 14th 2024 (Doesn't want to share the anniversary). The evening probably ended with some very slow, heavy eye-contact, love-making

Yoongi:

Disclaimer - I'm not 100% sure if Yoongi had to go anywhere for any length of time... but this is written as if he were doing the same as the other boys. 

He cooked dinner, something he is gonna claim is simple, but he took all day to make it. He also lay the table with a white tablecloth, dimmed all the lights and set out candles. Flower petals lead you through different stations of the apartment. First appetizers and cocktails on the sofa so his partner can talk about their day, then to the table for the main course, to the bathroom where bubbly and strawberries await next to a warm bath for two, and finally to bed for dessert. Which actually meant dessert, there's a snack platter of sweets in the centre of the bedspread and a movie queued up on the TV. the movie wasn't really watched... but the thought was there.

Hoseok: 

I feel like Hobi made an entire day out of it, he set aside time to make sure he only had his significant other to focus on and made sure his SO did the same so they were uninterrupted. Then he locked them into their apartment, only opening the door to bring in food deliveries. The day starts with lazy morning sex. Then breakfast. Then lazy shower sex. Then maybe some TV time, where his hands remain firmly on his partner as if they are going to disappear the second he lets them go. The SO convinces him to go for a walk at lunchtime, they hold hands the entire time. Hoseok has them sit in his lap when they return home. Just wants to be permanently close. The third round of sex is definitely more driven, like he has a point to prove and doesn't want his SO to forget what exactly it is they are going to be waiting so patiently for. 

Jimin: 

Jimin took his SO back to his home town a couple of days before. Maybe spent some time with his family in Busan, had a very nostalgic craving for his parents cooking and took his SO along for the ride. They do stuff he liked to do as a kid, visiting places that he wouldn't be easily recognised. He's anxious, and jumpy, and clingy a lot of the time. He keeps asking his partner if they are going to be okay when really it's his own insecurity. Jimin had someone drive them in a nice car back to Seoul in the early afternoon so they had the evening together, they probably fooled around in the car as he tried to keep himself occupied. He let them hold his hand while he had his head shaved, needing the familiar reassurance. He took a break to show Army his hair, but the SO is hiding behind the camera. Then the evening is spent quietly, wrapped together to enforce the fact that they aren't going anywhere.

Taehyung: 

He came up with so many different plans for what he wanted to do that by the time the day came around he hadn't actually implemented any of them. And sure he is Taehyung of BTS, if he had made a couple last minute phonecalls he could have made anything happen but he decides the lack of plans is exactly what was meant to be. He runs on pure unplanned whims and ends up taking his SO to absolutely anywhere that pops into his mind in the most chaotic fashion. They go to the movies (Something everyone's already seen so no one else is there) (they may spend most of it making out in the back). They go to an arcade (An old buddy of Tae's owns it and makes sure they get an hour uninterrupted). They eat lunch at the SO's favourite restaurant. Eventually, they go home and Taehyung spends hours between his lover's thighs, trying to immortalise the taste of them in his brain before he no longer has the access he so desperately craves. They probably also have a lot of sex. He falls asleep insisting on cockwarming, convincing his partner the UTI will be worth it with the Tata mic face. 

Jungkook:

It takes a while for his SO to convince him to do anything at all because "What's wrong with in my arms in my bed forever?" (And he's right, nothing wrong with that and if his SO don't want it I volunteer). He convinced them to snuggle back down with him at least three times until lunch rolled around and they insisted he get up with them to go somewhere. They never end up leaving the house. Every time his SO goes to put on a shirt, Jungkook grabs it and throws it somewhere it can't be easily recovered. There was one in the sink with the dirty dishes, one mixed with the already dirty laundry, and another hanging from a light fixture they would both need a ladder to reach. Eventually, the SO has to relent because they won't have any shirts to say goodbye in the following day. So they succumb to his wishes (Although they make him go out to fetch food first). He holds on to them possessively throughout the day, pulling as much of them against him as is reasonable at any given time. I fully believe Jungkook would crawl into the skin of an SO if he thought it was possible. 

[wintaerbaer]

ringing in the year (jjk)

summary: Your six-year relationship with Jungkook certainly hasn't been devoid of the occasional mishap. But when Seokjin accidentally winds up with a gift meant for you, Jungkook's proposal may wind up being the biggest blunder of all.

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

rating: generally sfw, sans a handful of swear words

genre: established relationship au, pure fluff, bit of a crack fic

word count: 2.2k

a/n: this was so fun to write, and a bunch of the details were inspired by real life events! thanks to @animeniacss for brainstorming this one with me and sprinting me through it. wishing everyone a happy and healthy new year! <3

MASTERLIST

Jungkook knows he’s messed up several times over the course of your six-year relationship.

There was the time in college when he wanted to cook you dinner and, upon realizing that he didn’t have a corkscrew to open the bottle of wine, tried to pry it open with a screwdriver and sprayed most of it all over the kitchen and himself.

There was the time when he ate suspiciously old-looking dumplings out of the fridge for lunch in spite of Hoseok’s warnings and spent your anniversary date that night going in and out of the bathroom.

And of course, there was the time when he'd insisted that it was fine for you to get frisky in the living room because Jimin wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Only to realize, oh wait, it's Saturday, the second the man himself walked in the door with both Yoongi and Taehyung in tow, all three getting quite the view of you and Jungkook on the area rug.

But this right here, he thinks, has got to be his biggest fuck-up of all, watching Seokjin peel back the wrapping paper on his white elephant gift to reveal a white mug that says, in large black lettering, “WORLD’S BEST WIFE.”

“Awww, Jungkookie,” he coos, raising the mug up above his head to show it off. “You’re proposing?”

He is, in fact, trying to propose, but certainly not to Seokjin. Every New Year’s Eve since sophomore year of college, your friend group has gotten together to party and do a holiday gift exchange that consists of a white elephant round and a general present swap.

Jungkook, wanting to propose amongst your friends and on what you’ve always said is your favorite day each year, had intended to give you the mug and propose later in the night. But, it would seem, he must’ve mixed up the two presents, putting your mug into the white elephant pile instead of the travel mug he had meant to contribute.

“Ah, Y/N,” Seokjin is now sighing, “I’m so sorry you had to find out this way.”

You're giggling, wrapped in a burrito blanket that was courtesy of Hoseok. “It's okay. I understand that your love can't be denied.”

“Actually, hyung,” Jungkook finally gets the courage to pipe up. Is it hot in here? It feels hot in here. He might be sweating. “Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a second?”

“You need to talk now?” Hobi asks, wearing a t-shirt that also happens to be a collage of Seokjin's face–his white elephant offering. “It’s Yoongi’s turn. Let’s finish the white elephant, and then you can talk.”

“But–”

“I want Namjoon’s,” Yoongi says, snatching up the gift and tearing away the paper to unfurl a large black Snuggie. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

“You got a Snuggie?” Jimin jeers in Namjoon’s direction. “Lame.”

“Lame? It’s funny,” Namjoon argues.

“Yeah, if it was 2008.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” Yoongi slides his arms into the sleeves, settling into the couch and eyeing the rest of the group warily.

Jimin rolls his eyes at him. “No one is going to steal it, hyung.”

“Nobody better fucking steal it.”

The game actually finishes with no steals. Namjoon opens up your gift (a KFC-scented fire log) and Jimin and Taehyung choose each other’s only to find out that they both bought Bob Ross Chia Pets. With the game over, your group devolves back into party mingling–Yoongi dozing off on the couch in his new Snuggie, Jimin and Taehyung heading immediately to the dining room to get started on their chia projects, and the rest of you trying to decide which party games you’re going to play as the night goes on.

But when Seokjin stands up, declaring that he’s heading to the kitchen to get a drink for his “fun new mug,” Jungkook jumps to follow him, bringing along the slab of granite with twenty dollars taped to it that he’d opened (“I’m renovating my countertops,” Yoongi had explained).

“Hyung,” Jungkook hisses as Seokjin reaches into the fridge for a beer. “I need that mug.”

Seokjin turns, sizing him up in the glow of the refrigerator. “Then you probably should’ve picked it.”

Jungkook huffs in exasperation before stepping in closer, lowering his voice to a harsh whisper. “Listen, I am trying to propose to Y/N tonight.”

“With a white elephant gift that anyone could’ve gotten?” He clicks his tongue, scolding. “That’s just terrible planning, Jungkookie. And proposing with a mug? A little boring.”

Color rises to Jungkook’s face, giving his cheeks a natural blush. “We were watching reruns of The Office when I kissed her for the first time. And it wasn’t supposed to be a white elephant–you know what? It doesn’t matter at this point. I just need the mug back.”

He reaches for the counter, intending to steal the mug away, but Seokjin gets there first, cradling it to his chest with a pout. “No, it’s mine. I opened it, and I’ve already imprinted–”

“We never should’ve let Y/N show you Twilight. Here, look.” He raises the granite sample and money in his hands, offering it up. “I’ll give you Yoongi’s gift and the gift I was supposed to be giving for the game. You’ll get two.”

Seokjin narrows his eyes in suspicion. “What was your original gift?”

“A travel mug that says, ‘Weird to be the same age as old people.’”

He gets a wrinkled nose in response. “Well I like this one better. The other one calls me old. This one says I’m the best wife ever.”

“Oh my God, hyung. You’re not a wife!”

“I’m not old either!”

Jungkook throws his arms up in frustration, practically launching his hunk of stone across the room. “Then what am I supposed to do? You’re really going to ruin my entire proposal?”

“Hmm.” Seokjin lifts a hand to his chin, the other still clutching the mug to his body. “Thirty-two-race drunk Mario Kart?”

“Hyung.”

“What? You want the mug–this is how you can get it.”

Jungkook scrubs a hand over his face, accepts the inevitable. “Okay, fine. I’ll do it.”

“Hooray!” A clap of his hands as Seokjin practically skips from the kitchen. “I’ll get us set up!”

By the time Jungkook drags his feet into the living room, Seokjin has already gathered a crowd, your friends piling onto the couches and armchairs to watch the upcoming event. Surely they’re expecting a slaughter; Seokjin is notoriously a Mario Kart ace.

“You looking to get drunk, babe?” you ask, settling into the spot next to him on the couch. “There are easier, less humiliating ways, you know.”

He pouts, eyebrows squishing together. “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” he grumbles, immediately forgiving you when you press your lips to his.

“For luck,” you say, giving him one more peck before sitting back to watch Seokjin hand him a controller, shot glass, and bottle of soju.

“Pick your character.” He plops onto Jungkook’s other side, selecting his own racer on the screen.

“Peach? Really?” Namjoon teases.

Seokjin shoots him a look. “I don’t wanna hear that from a basic-ass Mario main.”

Jungkook, meanwhile, chooses Donkey Kong, and loads up the first map, Peach and Donkey Kong lining up in their pink and yellow go-karts at the starting line.

“May the best me win,” Seokjin says, a split second before the light goes green.

He does win the race. And the next one and the next one. And Jungkook is three shots in before he even knows what hit him, fingers wrapped tightly around the controller.

“Not too late to back out, Jungkookie,” Seokjin jests, nudging him in the ribs. “At least leave with your pride intact.”

But before Jungkook can even respond, mouth already half-open in indignation, you wrap a soothing hand around his knee, massaging lightly.

“You've got this, Kook. You can do it.”

The sound of your voice puts him at ease almost instantly, and he ignores Seokjin, loading up the next track. This time, he does his best to relax, letting the feel of your palm siphon away his anxiety.

This is for you. He can do this for you.

The race is close, their cartoon avatars neck-and-neck until Jungkook manages to gain an edge at the very last second and blow through the finish line first.

“Holy shit!” Taehyung exclaims. “The Kart King lost?!”

“Calm down, it's one race,” Seokjin says. But he shifts forward on the couch as he takes his shot of soju, clearly miffed. “We have twenty-eight more to go. I like my odds.”

Seokjin wins the next one again, celebrating with a whoop, but Jungkook goes on a run after that, winning three in a row so they're tied. And once the thirty-second race has been driven, Seokjin has won sixteen, Jungkook has won sixteen, and they've each drunk two bottles of soju apiece.

“TIEBREAKER RACE,” Seokjin slurs, swaying on his feet. He's played the last dozen games standing up, claiming it “helps with the turns,” whatever that means.

“I think you two have had enough,” you say, patting Jungkook lovingly on the arm. “Just call it a tie and leave it there.”

He jerks away, stretching his arm out like he thinks you're going to try and take the controller from him. “No, Y/N! I need that mug!”

Your lips pull down into a frown. “What mug?”

“I think Y/N is right, you guys,” Namjoon chimes in. “You both need some water.”

“Everyone shut the fuck up. I'm trying to sleep,” grumbles the Snuggie blob.

“ONE MORE RACE!” Seokjin yells, insistent. “FOR IT ALL! FOR THE MUG!”

“Again, what mug?”

But you don't get an answer. Instead, Jungkook shouts, “FINE! RAINBOW ROAD, ASSHOLE!” and everyone's eyes fixate on the screen, eager to find out who will emerge victorious.

Both characters rip off the starting line, Seokjin quickly obtaining a mushroom power-up that gives him a speed boost and comfortable lead. But after Jungkook lucks out on a green shell throw, causing Seokjin to spin out of control, he takes the lead as the first lap ends.

“C’mon, babe!” you cheer, Jimin and Taehyung joining in in their desire to see the Kart King tumbled from his throne.

Jungkook holds his lead for most of the lap, but Seokjin takes it back after a couple more mushroom boosts and a red shell. The final lap is tight, the lead going back and forth and back and forth until all hope seems lost as Seokjin begins to pull away on the last leg…

Only for him to cut the final turn too closely, allowing Jungkook to bump him right over the side of the track and into space before blasting across the finish line.

The room erupts in cheers, Jungkook leaping to his feet with a shout even as Seokjin falls to the floor with a scream of anguish. You stand as well, trying to give your boyfriend a hug, but you’re shocked when he moves away from you instead, preoccupied with something on the dining table.

He crosses the room–dodging Jimin and Taehyung, who are now flossing over Seokjin’s prone body–to grab the “WORLD’S BEST WIFE” mug and triumphantly raise it in the air before stumbling back to where you stand both perplexed and amused by the scene before you.

“This,” he says, clumsily pressing the mug into your hands, “was supposed to be for you.”

“World’s Best Wife?” you ask, heart hiccuping as you begin to have a suspicion. “Like Michael Scott’s mug?”

“Yes!” The word feels heavy moving off of his tongue, and he suddenly regrets not being sober for this. “Because uhhhh…I have this for you, too. Shit, wait.”

He fumbles around his pockets, panicking until he finds the ring, slips it out of his pants, and drops to his knee with a graceless thud.

“Ow, crap. Y/N.” He takes your hand, and in spite of the absurdity of it all, in spite of the fact that part of the room is now fawning over you while the other part is either sleeping or on the floor, you feel tears pricking your eyes.

Really, you couldn’t think of a more perfect scene.

“Y/N,” he begins again–slowly, like his words need to be corralled, “I love you. So much. And I know I may sometimes be forgetful or foolish or careless–sometimes I might accidentally spray wine all over the kitchen or ruin a proposal because I gave Seokjin the wrong present by mistake–but I just…love you.” He blinks, thoughts drifting away from him as the soju continues to take its toll. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure what I’m saying is even making sense, but…I find I don’t mind having those moments as long as you’re there with me. I’m fine making a fool out of myself if it’ll make you smile or laugh so…” He hoists the ring up just a little higher, eyes hopeful. “Marry me?”

A leaping sensation takes off behind your ribs as you gasp, “Yes, Jungkook. Of course, yes.”

For someone who’s drunk, he surges back up with incredible speed to capture your mouth in a kiss, dragging your body to his and swaying you side-to-side.

“Congratulations, you two,” Yoongi says through the applause of your friends–even Seokjin managing to clap his hands like a seal from the floor. “Now can I please get some fucking sleep?”

a/n: please consider liking, reblogging, or commenting if you enjoyed :)

[lostbookmark]

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Summary: After a failed engagement you move back home and reconnect with your friends. Maybe, just maybe you can find love with someone you never expected.

Pairing: Yoongi x F. Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing, Cheating (Not Yoongi), Fighting, Unprotected Sex, Protected Sex,  Toxic Past Relationship, Stealing Prescription Drugs, Selling Drugs,

Genre: Enemies(?) to Lovers, Neighbors to Lovers, Small Town romance. Hurt-Comfort, Slight Angst, Romance

A/N: I'll probably skip updating next week, but I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and a happy New Years! (If you celebrate) If not, I hope you have an amazing day, and I'll see you all in two weeks!

“Strawberry shortcake,” Mrs. Lee tells you as you bag her purchases in her reusable floral print tote. “That's why I need so many strawberries. My son just loves my strawberry shortcake. Do you remember Hyun, Y/N? I think you went to school together.”

“Umm, yeah, I remember him,” you confirm as you slide her the bag of red morsels, but she seems to ignore the gesture. “He was always really nice.” He wasn't. He was a dick but you couldn't say that to her.

“He's single, now and I heard through the grapevine that you are too. I always thought he had a little crush on you,” she informs you, and you sigh internally. “I can give you his number, but he has to be home by eight o'clock. He could use a good girl like you to keep him on track.”

“On track? He has a curfew?” You ask warily, nudging her strawberries closer to her with the tip of your finger, but she still chooses to ignore them. “At our age?”

“Well he's on parole…” she starts with a small shrug of her shoulders as if that wasn't a big deal. 

“I'm sorry….what? You realize I'm a teacher, right? I can't date criminals,” you tell her and then quickly shut your mouth at the hard glare she sends you. It made you even take a step back away from the white plastic table between the two of you, afraid that she might jump over the barrier at you. Her glare was murderous.

“He's not a criminal, Y/N! He just made an honest mistake. I didn't think you would be so judgemental, but knowing your mother, I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You are just as stuck up as she is. ” Mrs. Lee snatches her fruit from the table and stomps away. 

“Holy cow,” Tae says with a stunned expression, watching as the mad woman hurries off to her next destination. “You really made her mad.”

“I'm taking a break,” you tell him, and he nods his head in response. 

Walking around the table, you round the corner to go behind the tent. You see Hobi and Yoongi standing over some light colored wooden crates filled with vegetables as they hold clipboards in their hands. You approach them and throw your hands in the air. 

“This is the last time I'm coming here,” you announce dramatically. “Never again. Nothing good ever happens when I come here. Somehow, I always end up being embarrassed in front of the whole town.”

“This is only your second time coming here,” Yoongi says, not looking away from his paperwork.

“What happened?” Hobi asks, completely turning to you giving into your antics like the good friend he is.

“Why is Hyun on parole?” You answer with your own question. "What could he have possibly done here?” 

“Oh, yeah,” Hobi said knowingly, placing his hands on his hips. “He got caught stealing from the pharmacy when he worked there as a technician.”

“He tried selling to some high school kid who ratted him out to the police,” Yoongi adds, finally glancing at you with an amused expression. “Arrested him right here in the middle of town. I unfortunately missed it, but I heard it was funny. Supposedly, he was crying for his mom the whole time.”

“Well, his mother just compared me to my mother, and then proceeded to call me stuck up. Can you believe that? I'm nothing like that woman,” you complain. “Just because I didn't want to go out with her little criminal who had to be home by his curfew.” You watch as the two men share a look and break down laughing. “Not funny.”

“A music teacher and a drug dealer,” Yoongi comments, looking impressed. “You are really racking them up, aren't you?” 

“What music teacher?” Hobi asked, looking between you and Yoongi. “Why won't you go out with him? Why didn't I know about this?”

“Because I hate men right now, and I don’t want you to encourage me to go out, ” you tell him. “Also, the last thing I want to do is date a coworker. If it were to go bad, I would still have to see him almost every day.”

“Well, darlin, I hate to break it to you, but your options are pretty limited if you truly are staying in our little town,” Yoongi says. “You probably can't afford to be too picky at this point. Soon, the only men available to you will be at the senior center. I hope you like mashed peas.” 

“Well, what about you?” You ask him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You were about to lose your patience with this conversation. “I certainly haven't seen anyone at your place. What's your excuse?”

It's true. In the one short week that you have been in your new home, you have picked up on Yoongi's habits pretty easily. His routine was the same every day, never changing, always predictable. His garage door rattles loudly, always waking you up at 4:30 in the morning with his headlights shining into your room not long after. He also doesn't seem to come home until well after sunset. By then, you have settled in front of your tv with your dinner when you see him pull into his garage through your living room window. The only visitors that you have seen over there so far were your mutual friends that come and go whenever they please. 

However, you have yet to see a woman show up or come home with him, nor has anyone mentioned Yoongi seeing someone. Your comment makes him smirk at you as he places his hands on his hips. Clearly, he is amused. The smug look on his face makes you rethink everything. Maybe you were wrong, and he does have somebody. The traitorous butterflies in your stomach fall a little bit at the thought. 

“Keeping tabs on me?” he asks, raising his eyebrow at you. The open mouth smirk he gives you makes your most intimate part clench. She's a traitor, too. 

“You wish,” you roll your eyes at him, trying to cover up your embarrassment and arousal. “Your loud ass garage always announces your presence. Why do you have to leave at 4:30 every freaking morning?”  Yoongi opens his mouth to probably spit some nonsense at you, but you don't let him. “It doesn't matter. I'm going home to wallow in my misery since the two of you made me feel bad.”

“Don't go,” Hobi says, as Yoongi waves goodbye to you. 

“Men!” You exclaim and turn on your heel. You think you need to find new friends.  

Kneeling in the green grass of your backyard with your earbuds in your ears, you needed to keep yourself occupied.  After storing out of the farmers market, you decided to go home and busy yourself trying out a craft before school on Monday to see just how messy it was. Oobleck, the fun little cornstarch and water concoction was quite fascinating. You can understand why kids love this shit so much. You had several large bowls ready to go so you could mix different colors and dispense them into 18 small containers. One for each child.  You wanted your kiddos to get outside and play before the upcoming unpredictable fall weather rolled in.  The weather would soon turn cooler, rainier forcing them to be inside more, and you didn't want to rist this craft in the classroom.  You carefully measure the cornstarch and dump it into the first bowl. As you grab your pitcher of water, a shadow looms over you, scaring the hell out of you.  You whip around, making your earbuds fall out of your ears and consequently dumping water all over yourself with your sudden movement. 

“AHH, that's cold,” you squeal, jumping up off the ground and glaring at the man that surprised you. 

“I didn't mean to scare you,” Yoongi said, holding his hands up in surrender. He eyed the wetness of your clothes that were now clinging onto your body. You think you saw him quickly wet his lips before averting his eyes quickly. 

“What do you want?” You asked, and immediately you cringe at the tone of your voice. You look at him regretfully, softening your tone before bending down and picking up your fallen earbuds.  “Did you need something?”

“Hobi and I thought you were joking about leaving, but when we went to the front, you were already gone. He was really worried when we couldn't find you. I was forced to do three laps around the damn place to look for you,” he explains and holds out a decent sized brown paper bag for you to take.“I brought you some apples that we had left over. I shouldn't have teased you like that.”

“No, it's okay. Thank you,” you tell him, taking the bag of apples from him carefully. It was a lot heavier than it looked. You put it down by your feet and kneel back down to your project. “I need to stop being sensitive when it comes to the topic of dating. I'll have to move on eventually or adopt eight cats and live alone for the rest of my life.”

“You're too young to think like that,” he tells you as he towers over your kneeling form as he moves closer, and you try to avoid looking up at him. You could only imagine how that would look. 

“Yeah, but the eight cats sound like the better option. I can name them all after sweet snacks. Cupcake, sprinkles, marmalade, he would be orange, …” you say, drifting off with a shrug as you grab your second water pitcher that was thankfully full.

“What are you doing?” He asks, coming to squat down next to you and effectively changing the subject. His swift movement let you catch the scent of his cologne that filled the air around you. Of course, he smelled good.

“Oobleck,” you answer, shaking your head, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts. “For the kids at school. It will be great for their fine motor skills, straightening their hand muscles, and dexterity. That was a really boring answer, wasn't it?” 

“Joon says you're a great teacher,” Yoongi says, and it makes you smile. 

“I should hope so,” you comment. “If I wasn't, he probably shouldn't have hired me.”

“Need help?” He asks, looking at the empty bowls. 

“You don't have anything better to do?” You ask, looking at him skeptically. “It’s Saturday. No hot date tonight at the senior center to get ready for?” 

“Very funny. I'm here, aren't I?” He answers and pulls a couple of bowls close to him. 

“Did you just call me your hot date?” You question, teasing him, and you swear you see his face turn a light shade of pink. He must have been out in the sun for too long.  

“Shut up. Now you are the one who is wishing,” he says, watching you carefully measure your ingredients.  “2 to 1 ratio?” 

“Yup,” you answer as you mix the dry and wet ingredients together. “That's a lot of apples to just give me. I can pay you for them.”

“Well, we felt really bad,” he says with a shrug and a shake of his head. Dropping down, he finally sits down next to you. His knee brushes your outer thigh, and it makes your heart pick up just a little.  “Hobi said that you could probably bake up some stuff with them. From what I hear, you are a good baker. The guys won't shut up about it.”

“Well, maybe now that we are friends….you might find out,” you tell him, focusing on dropping some food coloring in your concoction. The red swirls around and blends together with the white of the cornstarch effectively, turning it pink as you stir it with a plastic spoon. 

“Hopefully,” he said softly. 

You look at him out of the corner of your eye and watch him diligently work. It's a nice, comfortable silence that falls between the two of you. You watch as he bites his lower lip in concentration, and it does something to you again. Much like that night, he was playing darts at that dark bar all those years ago. You're not sure what it is, but it certainly makes you feel warm all over. 

Damn it.

Apple pie, it was good, but you didn't want to deal with having to make the crust from scratch. Apple pie bars, that one was intriguing, but you didn't have pecans, and you didn't want to go to the store.  Apple crisp, one of your favorites, but once again, you didn't have any oats. You think you really need to stock your cupboards with food as your finger scrolls through all the apple desserts you can find on Google. Apple cider donut pound cake, now that sounded like too much work. You sigh. You had to use the apples that Yoongi brought you. You personally don't care for apples on their own, preferring them, then baked with a pound of sugar on them. Needing to make them as unhealthy as possible before you could eat them 

Making your way to your kitchen, you open your cupboards and grab the ingredients to your famous bread that you had often made in college. The same bread you never baked for Yoongi. The same bread that your friends munched away at giving you thank yous and hugs in front of said man. You feel like a complete bitch when you think back on the memories.  You purposely left him out. You hate people like that, and you hate yourself for being that person at one time. You could blame your young age at the time, but you knew what you were doing. You thought he hated you, and you wanted him to feel bad.  

It was your grandmother's recipe that you have memorized by heart, but unfortunately, it's been years since you have made it. Changkyun never liked your bread, your cakes, or any food that you had cooked for him. He would often make you order takeout after you spent time and energy cooking for him. He was able to suck the joy out of something that you loved so much that you just gave up on baking.  You had given up on a lot of things. You had given up on yourself and lost who you were.

One thing that made you nervous was that you never added anything to the recipe before. You had always stuck to her white bread. It was simple and easy, always a hit. However, you don't see why you can't cook some apples down, puree them, and throw them into the dough mixture. Will it work? You have no idea, but it won't hurt to try. Grabbing your peeler, you’re ready to go to work.

The red apples were peeled, cut into perfect slices, and currently simmering away on your stove in a large pot. The house was filled with the scent of apples and the little bit of cinnamon that you added for flavor. It smelled divine. It smelled homey. Your kitchen door suddenly opens, and Jimin pokes his head in with a pretty smile on his perfect face. You wave him in as you turn your attention back to your stove. 

“It smells good in here,” he comments as he fully steps into the house, closing the door behind him. “What are you making?”

“I'm attempting apple bread,” you tell him as he peeks over your shoulder at the stove. “Yoongi dropped off a bunch of apples for me. I want to get them used before they go bad.”

“Dropped them off…..like….. for free?” He asks suspiciously. “You didn't have to pay for them?

“Yeeeah,” you say slowly.

“He never gives anything away for free. He makes all of us pay full retail price when we want something,” Jimin explains. “I wonder why he gave them to you for free?”

“I don’t know,” you say, turning away from his raised eyebrow. You focus on checking the tenderness of the apples with the sharp knife in your hand. Not quite ready. “I think that he's just trying to be nice.”

“I'm sure,” he says with a tick of his head. 

“Do you know something I don't?” You ask with an accusing tone, looking back at him over your shoulder.

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “How many are you making?”

“Enough for everyone if it turns out,” you answer. “Anyway, what are you doing here?” 

“I was on my way to Yoongi's. Thought I would stop by to say hi. Also, I heard you were collecting boyfriends left and right. The ladies at the grocery store love talking about you.”  Jimin says with a smirk. “It was all they could talk about in the cereal aisle. Which, by the way, is on sale. Two for five dollars.”

“Are you serious?” you ask. 

“Yeah, I got two boxes of Cheerios,” Jimin says with a devious smirk. You roll your eyes at him and shake your head. “Hobi told all of us about your boyfriends. I personally one hundred percent agree with you, by the way. You don’t need to date right now, but that doesn't mean you can't sleep around and have your own fun.” He tells you. “You know just…keep it safe.” 

“Goodbye Jimin,” you say, walking over and opening the kitchen door for him. 

“Fine, fine,” he says, walking out of the house after taking your not so subtle hint for him to leave. You see Yoongi walk out of his house with a bag of garbage clutched in his hand. Jimin makes his way across the driveway and up Yoongi's steps. When he reaches the landing, he turns to look at you with a shit eating grin. “You can always get a Tinder account. I'll take the pictures, wear a low-cut top and a push-up bra. Boob pictures will get more right swipes.”

Yoongi looks between the two of you before you raise your middle finger in goodbye. Jimins laughter is the last thing you hear before you shut and lock your door. Going back to your stove, you check the simmering apples once more as you stab them harshly with the same knife as before. The sharp point pierced the fruit easily. They were ready to mash. Oh boy, mash them you did. Maybe a little too hard, leaving sticky apple splatter everywhere. You will regret it later when you have to clean the residue, but right now, it feels nice to get some aggression out. You felt a small sense of satisfaction as you watched them get flattened, exploding everywhere. It was almost therapeutic. You'll have to do this more often. 

After an hour in the oven, the warm bread was perfect. It was soft and chewy on the inside with a slight crispy crust around the golden edges. You are surprised that it actually turned out. You thought for sure that the puree was going to make the dough too wet, but it was perfectly sweet with a hint of cinnamon. Pleasantly, surprised and proud of yourself, you wrapped seven loaves of bread in clear plastic wrap for your friends. Biting your lip, your eyes sneak a peek over at Yoongi's house and see that Jimin's car is gone from the driveway. Grabbing one loaf of bread, you leave your house and head over to Yoongi's to deliver the freshly baked goodness. 

You look out past your backyard to the fields on your short trek over to his house. The sunset was beautiful this time of the year as summer was drawing to an end, making way for the fall season. The trees were slowly starting to change colors, indicating that the cooler season was indeed just around the corner. Some trees are even starting to lose their leaves when the breeze hits the branches just right. Causing them to flutter slowly to the ground. Ascending his stairs, you gave a quick knock to his screen door. You slowly rock back and forth on your feet as you wait for him. It didn't take long before he opened the door with a look of surprise.

“Hi,” he said in his signature gravelly voice. 

“Hi,” you say back with a slight smile. “I used the apples that you gave me. I made this bread for everyone.” You reach out and hand him the baked bread. He takes it from you and examines it with a questionable stare.  “I didn't poison it.”

“What?” he asks, and you feel stupid that you made that joke. “No..I….I'm surprised that you actually made me one, I guess.” 

“Well, I did. I told you I would,” you say, and you glance back at sunset, trying to avoid the awkwardness of the conversation. The beautiful colors are not helping you at all.  “I guess I should go. I have a sticky mess to clean up. Have a good night, Yoongi.”

“Thanks, you too,” he says. You make your way back across the drive, but his voice stops you when you reach the middle. “You shouldn't use Tinder.”

“What?” You laugh as you turn back to look at him. 

“It's dangerous,” he says with a nod. “You shouldn't use it. You never know who is really on the other end of a profile.” 

“Okay, yeah,” you say, still amused. “I will be sure to keep that in mind. Goodnight.” 

This time, he doesn't say anything back. You smile to yourself as you enter back into your house. This new friendship feels nice. It doesn't feel forced like you thought it would. Once you get past the awkwardness, you’re sure it will feel completely normal. It will almost feel like you have been friends with him all along. Like you can forget the past. For the first time since your truce, you are ready to accept that. 

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[yooglefics]

The casual type: 01 . The blind date

Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader  Wordcount: 2,888 words Genre ( for the whole series ): AU. College!verse. Strangers to friends with benefits to ?????. Eventual smut. Hurt / comfort at times. And fuff for cute friends. Summary: Hobi and his girlfriend set you up with a friend of hers to help with whatever happened months back. However no one really expected things to end the way they did.

Warnings ( for this chapter ): Setting things up for plot purposes. Gridding? Mentions of a boner. Making out.  Author's note: So, I wanted to write some friends with benefits thing, plus a bunch of art kids… and this came out ┐( • ֊ • )┌ . I should note here I took the creative liberty to play around with their ages so everyone is in college at the same time, and if you haven't, you can check the presentation post and learn a little bit more about them. Now let's start, hope you like it! If you do you can reblog, like, comment, send an ask, follow and what not. Thank you for reading <3

The place is quieter than the last time you were here, you realize, is earlier in the day and the semester just started after all, meaning students are still moving in from their home cities. And although you want to be mad at him, you can't really blame Hoseok's choice of place for a date, instead, you're already thinking of ways to be able to escape the awkwardness of it all.

Of course, he and Mai don't have to worry about that. Is not their first date and considering they're both dance students it actually makes sense for them to be in a club on a friday night. Is their element, unlike yours, who hasn't left their room for the last couple of weeks if it's not to go art-supply shopping and will spend even weekends far away from a place like this.

But you couldn't say no. Not to Hobi. Not after he held you tight that night and didn't pray for an explanation.

He had come up with his own conclusions, though, and that's how you ended here. On a double date with Mai and her friend who you don't even know, so... Yay! Blind date added to the mix of reasons why you already want the night to end.

"You made it!" Mai greats when the both of you get closer to the bar, standing up to hug you first and then her boyfriend. "We ordered something while waiting."

Your friend nods at the explanation, "What do you want?" He asks in your direction and you settle for a fruity cocktail to not look too out of place with everyone else drinking. Mai insists on going with Hobi and he insists you stay, so, a bit awkwardly, you take the stool besides your date.

"Yoongi, by the way." The guy simply introduces himself before taking a sip of his drink.

"Y/n" short, overthinking if bowing is too formal until you decide is too long of a pause and it would only make it more awkward. In the end, a soft smile is your decision.

"They look cute together," you say looking at your friends, trying to break the silence that has fallen between.

"Listen," Yoongi begins, and your head turns to him, "I'm only here because she asked, so if you're expecting something like that, let's just leave."

"Like that?" Brows slightly closer, "a cute relationship?"

"A relationship in general. I don't do those."

"Oh..."

And before you can say anything else, Hobi is placing a glass in front of you, smiling reassuringly. "You'd be okay if I go dance now?"

A pause and then a nod is the answer. Not having any intentions of spoiling their night.

"Don't worry. Yoongi," Mai turns to him, a serious expression on her soft features, "you better take care of her, alright?"

He salutes, earning a smile from the couple and they walk to the dance floor hand in hand. You watch them make some silly moves at first and giggle, but it doesn't take long before they start to follow the beat and match it with their movements.

"I don't want a relationship either," you clarify, tone assertive, still looking at the couple with a smile.

He laughs, "I'm sorry, but that's hard to believe."

"Why?"

"Look at me and tell me you didn't just imagine yourself with someone on that dance floor."

You turn to him, brown eyes inspecting yours, "Well, yes. But that doesn't mean I want it to happen with someone I'm in a relationship with."

Again, he laughs. Clearly not believing you.

"What? People do casual things all the time," you defend, straightening your back and looking away.

"You do 'casual things'?" His eyebrows raise, "all the time?"

"Shut up, you don't know me."

"That's a no," no need to look at him to know there's a smirk playing on his lips.

"Who are you? Some kind of hook up police or something?" You want to take it back as soon as it leaves your mouth, cringing.

"Are you gonna show me your license?" but he is faster.

"Okay, that was more lame than what I said," you laugh. Maybe he is not as grumpy as he seems. And maybe, just maybe, you would be able to enjoy the night after all. 

If he doesn't want a relationship either, then you don't have to deal with rejecting him or being forced to accept a second date just because you're too kind to say no. That's good.

"Yoongi, hey!" A guy calls out and for a split second your date's expression changes to a surprise one before a polite smile takes place on his face. "Oh, hi. Sorry for interrupting, haven't seen him in months."

"Is alright," you play along even when not understanding.

"I guess he has been busy with yo—"

"Jay," Yoongi's tone is serious, like the one he used to say he doesn't do relationships. However, before he can continue or you are able to clarify that you two just meet, Jay is calling someone over.

"Look who I found, love. Yoongi!"

A redhead girl repeats Yoongi's early expression and you wonder two things about Jay. One: if he always has that effect on people. And two: if he is even more clueless than you in this whole situation, since his smile never falls.

"Hi," the redhead says and Yoongi greets back just as plain.

Are you really imagining the awkwardness? Perhaps you were wrong and in the end you should put one of your plans to avoid it into place?

A few seconds of thinking go by, no one says anything and you could swear the tension is filling the air around your new  group.

"Oh, that's the song!" Fake excitement in your voice tricks everyone into looking at you. "I promise, remember? If it comes on, we'll dance."

Yoongi looks confused for a second, but it doesn't take him long to finally understand, "right, the song. Sorry guys, been waiting all night."

Jay dismisses him smiling with a pat on the back, saying something about not breaking promises and Yoongi takes your hand.

Looking around, you try to find your friends, hoping to copy Mai's moves and keep up with the plan even when you're a self proclaimed not dancer. But they aren't in sight and even if you can't really prove it since your back is facing them, you feel like Jay's and the girl's eyes are on you.

Ugh. Why did you use this plan?

Why was this something you even thought about?

When Yoongi stops and positions himself in front of you, you get closer, sliding an arm on top of his shoulders pretending you're positioning yourself to dance, copying the random couple beside you.

"I don't know what I'm doing," you confess in a whisper.

"What do you mean?” He looks for your eyes, hair strain coming out of place when his head lowers a little, "you want to go back and sit down?"

"No, then they would know I lied," you're still trying to figure out why in the first place and don't need the embarrassment too, "but I don't know how to dance."

He chuckles, "here, I'll help." And holds your hips softly, moving them to the beat of the song, matching your movements with his own. "Relax. Don't think too much about it."

"If I don't, how do I know how to move?" It doesn't make sense and is a bit frustrating, honestly.

"Is not a dance competition, or the grant ball, princess. Just do what feels right."

He catches you looking at your feet and brings you closer, eliminating the gap between your bodies completely. "Don't do that," one of his hands travels to the small of your back, keeping you in place.

"Sorry," you say against his neck. Not intentionally, but because of your height difference, there's no other option. In an effort to not be so dependent on him, both your arms move around his neck and you try to move your hips in a way that in the end doesn't match his movements completely, causing you to bum into his front. He makes a sound that you assume is a complaint at your skills and another apology rolls through your lips.

"Turn around," Yoongi commands, applying pressure to one side of your hip.

You comply, confused even when you feel his hands on your waist. "Well, I'm going to assume you been fucked before, miss casual all the time," with his chest against your back, you can feel his laugh. "Open your legs a little," one of his feets kicks gently between yours, fixing your stand. "You want to lead or should I?"

"...You." Is the safest, you decide. Your turn to assume he surpasses your experience at that too.

“Some describe dancing like a good fuck," he explains, hands softly making their way a bit lower to your hips, "because you have to learn your partner. Find a rhythm together." His movements start slow, moving your body with his from side to side, with small circles of the hips.

Your hands fall on top of his, not knowing what else to do with them. They're soft, which for some reason is unexpected.

"I have dancer friends and they never described it like that..."

"Not to you, probably," he laughs and when you stop the movements to throw an angry look his way — because you're pretty sure that's some kind of insult,— he chuckles, before continuing the swaying of your hips. "Calm down, princess. I meant, they probably just weren't teaching you this kind of dance."

And that makes sense. You can't imagine dancing with your friends like this. You can barely believe you're doing it with a stranger.

Your shyness must have shown, because his next question is why did you even choose this song.

"I was trying to help and get you away from whatever that was," you lift your head, eyes away from your feet and the color lights projecting on the floor, and sure enough, behind red bangs, the girl is looking in your direction.

Your hips halt.

Yoongi catches up a bit too late, bumping his pelvis into you.

"What ar—"

"She is looking." Cutting him off, you want to hide as if you were the one caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. So, you try to turn around on his arms but his hold is firm.

A new song starts, the rhythm not much different.

"Help me with another song?"

You try again, this time using your hands on top of his to soften the grip. He gives in. And after a look at his face, you nod.

You can decide if it's sadness or anger that you see, not knowing him well enough to tell — or at all, to be honest — but either way, there's a part of you that can relate. One for each emotion.

Throwing your hair back, letting all black strands fall over your back, your arms go back over his shoulders, this time your chest flush against him a little more than last.

Yoongi says thanks and you kiss his cheek as his hands hold you again. His movements are more determined and even his fingers form dents over the fabric of your dress.

Assuming his demeanor changed only for the specific viewer doesn't sound too crazy, and you want to confirm the theory by looking at his face, see if he is looking behind you at her. Your eyes travel against the direction the few sweat drops over his skin go, and when they reach Yoongi's, he is looking back at you.

Your body stops.

"Fuck" he whispers when the front of his pelvis bumps yours. "You really need to stop doing that."

"Sorry. Told you I can't dance."

He chuckles.

Your bottom lip forms a small pout. "Don't be mean. I'm trying to help you, remember?" And you initiate the movements again, starting to get the hang of it. Kind of.

"You're not much help right now if you keep making me dry hump into you," this time he is the one stopping, making it so you bump into his front and you can feel the outline of his growing erection.

"Yoo—"

"Exactly," he says so matter of fact, "you're the mean one."

Lowering your head, you try to not think too much about it. It doesn't make you want to run away or kick him, but you also don't want to make him feel like kicking you away. You keep repeating to yourself that is normal with this type of dance, that there's probably more than one hard on at the club right now and how you're probably not the only one who is getting we—

Damn it. Just stop thinking about it.

Yoongi stops your body from moving, and when you realize he has been calling your name, you're even more embarrassed by your thoughts.

"I'm sorry. That was too much, I shouldn't have. We can go sit now." His eyes are looking straight at you, letting you know he's being sincere.

"I need some air."

Without even bothering to wait for a confirmation that he is following or not, you make your way to the side door of the club. The autumn breeze hits your skin as soon as you step into the alley, instantly calming your hormones down.

Hands cover your face in shame after reclining on the wall. Can you stop acting like it was the first time you felt a penies? Because even if it hasn't happened in a while, it doesn't mean the score goes back to zero.

"Should I bring Hoseok?" Yoongi asks a few steps in front of you and you jump a little, shaking your head after.

"I'm good. You can go back in."

"I'm not leaving you alone here. Do you want him or Mai to kill me?"

A small chuckle leaves your throat and one from him follows it.

"And you think he wouldn't kill you for—" stop. You can't think about it.

"For dancing like that with you? Probably. But he also set this date up, so..." Out of the corner of your eye you can see him shrug, "can't complain unless you hate me now."

"I don't hate you."

"Is okay if you do."

"It… it just surprised me."

"In a bad or good way?"

"A good one." You answer directly in a strain of honesty.

"So you're not really the casual type, uh?" He teases after a couple seconds of silence.

"Maybe I just don't like doing casual in the middle of the club," you defend.

"I don't know, you were the one that kept humping into me."

Your mouth opens and closes, finally looking at him and his stupid lips pull up in a smirk. You want to erase it so bad.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

And you do.

Skipping forward, right hand flying to the back of his neck to pull him in and you're able to touch his lips with yours.

He is quick to react. Kissing you back, his hands on either side of your waist pulling your body into his. But you're trying to prove a point, to defend yourself. So, you pull away slightly, making sure your lips are just about to touch.

He pulls in.

Allowing just a peck, you move.

You kind of regret not using your cherry lip gloss, because you know for sure that knowing you're so close for him to smell it but not taste it, would be the biggest tease.

You let him lean in again, not moving this time and he sighs. You smile against his lips just before his tongue asks for permission to enter your mouth. Again, you regret your simple choice of a simple red lip tint, but remind yourself that this date wasn't supposed to go like this. That Yoongi doesn't seem like the guy he was supposed to be, not what he was advertised by your friends.

Fighting back control, your left arm joins the other around his neck, moving your lips expertly and feeling his chest rise and fall quickly against yours. Is pretty much the position you were in on the dance floor minus the grinding.

Casual in the middle of the club is not your thing. Casual in general is actually not something you have experience with. But kissing? You've mastered it thanks to your past relationships and the avoidance of jumping into someone's bed right from the start.

A moan vibrates through your lips against Yoongi's, and even if it's part of the routine, you must admit is pretty real. A soft groan is his answer and the cue for your heels to touch the floor again. His hold tightens in reaction, making your dress rise up and covering a couple inches less of your thighs. Suddenly you're aware of the wind again as a breeze runs up your legs, towards the center of your panties.

Your breath caughts on your throat and Yoongi swallows any sounds before pulling away.

"Fuck," he breaths heavily, "we've to stop."

"Why? Are you not really the casual type?" You tease, stealing his line.

The left corner of his mouth lifts, before falling again in a millisecond. "Not with you."

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[jmdbjk]

We are getting closer...

To quote both he and Jimin: "He's still got it."

His caption: FINALLY! 🔥

My theory is six months prior to members' discharge dates, the team meets to firm up plans... the machine goes into motion.

We heard Jin mention that they started talking about what he'd do after discharge 6 months before. We saw Hobi on leave 6 months before his discharge and all of a sudden he was posting pics.

Now, here we are six months before the last 5 are discharged and obviously Jungkook and Jimin are on a break. The timing supports my theory. Of course its holiday time too but in the military, you are not guaranteed time off during the holidays.

Though we've not seen Jimin, we know he and Jungkook's military leave days are the same because they companion enlisted.

Namjoon is on leave because he posted a pic of himself on his Instagram.

Jungkook, Jimin, Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi... Hobi is in Japan... where is Tae? The Avengers are assembling... we are getting closer!!

FYI, I think someone found Yoongi's missing furry hat:

That is the creative director for Kenzo, a well-established Japanese fashion design house. What are you cooking up Hobi?

[kookssin]

soft | jeon jungkook (m)

pairing: softdom!jungkook x f!reader

warnings: smut (nsfw), fluff, dom-sub dynamic, subspace kinda, aftercare, tears, overuse of petnames

wordcount: 2.5k

"my pretty little girl" he smiled, fingers gently running through your hair as you were tightly hugging his waist, excited to see him after a week. "i missed you" you mumbled into his chest, earning a chuckle from him. "i missed you too baby, so much" tapping your cheek, he turned your face up to him, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips, your eyes fluttering close as you longed for more.

"come on let's go, the boys are already waiting" he intertwined your fingers, squeezing your hand as he pulled you out of your house, walking you to the car where he opened the passenger door for you. "thank you koo" you blushed, taking a seat in the car. even after almost two years of dating, jungkook never failed to leave you flustered, seeming to always know just the right words to say. 

as soon as jungkook started driving, his tattooed hand took its place on your bare thigh, softly caressing your skin. you smiled down at his hand, loving how good it looked on your thigh, you placed your hand on top of his, playing with his fingers. a soft smile lingering on his lips as he felt your fingers around his. 

as soon as jungkook started driving, his tattooed hand took its place on your bare thigh, softly caressing your skin. you smiled down at his hand, loving how good it looked on your thigh, you placed your hand on top of his, playing with his fingers. a soft smile lingering on his lips as he felt your fingers around his. 

"who will be there?" you broke the comfortable silence between you two, talking over the music playing in the background. "just the boys" he said, adding " jimin, yoongi, and namjoon, as well as hobi, jin and tae with their girlfriends" you nodded, excited to see them again after a while. 

you soon arrived at the restaurant, being welcomed by the group as they were already sitting there. "hi everyone" jungkook spoke, you following right after with a smile. you greeted everyone with a hug, jimin squeezing tighter and longer than the others since he was your best friend, earning a firm pat from jungkook at the back of his head.

"sorry bro" jimin chuckled, knowing how possessive jungkook was over you. "come sit here, baby" jungkook nodded over to the seat next to him, letting you sit between him and jimin. while talking about anything and everything, time flying by as you spent the time eating and laughing with your closest friends. - after a few hours, you said goodbye to everyone, promising Jimin to go out with him sometime before you and jungkook went back to the car making your way back home. "did you enjoy today, princess?" he asked with a smile, intertwining your fingers as he smiled at you. "i did, a lot actually. it was fun to see them all once again" you answered truthfully. and with a smile, he brought your hand up to his face, chaste fully kissing your knuckles while keeping eye contact with you, starting the engine and driving to his home. 

as soon as you entered his apartment, you informed him that you would go to the bathroom and get ready for bed. after taking off your make up, you went to his room, just to find him already laying in his bed with his head leaned to the headboard, in just a pair of sweats.

he looked up from his phone as he heard you enter the room, a soft smile on his lips as he watched you walk to his closet. biting his pierced lip, he watched you slip out of your dress into one of his hoodies, admiring your almost bare form from behind. he opened his arms for you as soon as you turned around "come here, baby"

with a shy smile, you quickly rushed over to the bed, falling into his bare chest, snuggling close against him. he hummed out in approveness, wrapping his arms around your body as he closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. "you know that i love you, right?" he hummed, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. you nodded against his chest, blushing as you answered "and i love you too, so much" you pecked his bare chest under your face, hearing him hum out in pleasure as response. 

you lifted your head from his chest, looking up into his eyes to find him already looking at you. "you're so precious" he gently grabbed your chin, pulling you up to him to press his lips on yours. you sighed out at the familiar feeling, melting into his touch in seconds. you wrapped your hands around his neck, his hand leaving your jaw to make its way around your waist to lift you into his lap, straddling his thighs.

his tongue played with yours in soft motions, taking his time with you. he let out a groan as you started grinding your hips down against his hardening dick, earning a pinch from him in your side, which made you shriek away from him "not so fast babygirl" you shuddered as he started kissing down your neck, sucking on the spots where he knew you were sensitive as his hands drove over the swell of your butt, pulling down your panties in a swift move.

you shuddered once again, as his fingers found your clit, a soft moan escaping you as he moved his finger in swift circles over it. "feels so good koo" you moaned into his ear, your head falling into his neck as he fastened his pace.

"yeah? does that feel good?" you whimpered as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them right in the right angle "yes" you moaned, gripping onto his shoulders as you moaned into his neck, letting the pleasure over come you. feeling your tummy tighten, your hips started to move on their own as you kept on grinding down against him, your clit rubbing the elastic of his sweats perfectly as his dick was resting against your thigh.

"don't move" he ordered, making you whimper as you haltend your hips, letting him do all the work. you were close to your orgasm as he pulled out his fingers, leaving you clenching around nothing as you whined out in annoyance. "you're so mean" you huffed out into his neck, earning a small spank on your left asscheek from him "mind your tongue, little girl" "sorry" you mumbled.

"that's right. now, take off my sweats and be a good girl for me, alright sweetheart?" you desperately nodded, getting off his lap and pulling down his sweats and briefs, trying not to mind the big wet stain you had left on them. you looked up at him with big eyes as you waited for the next order, already kneeling between his legs. "you know what to do baby" he smirked, letting his head fall back as he took in the sight of you playing with his dick. 

your thumb went over his slit, earning a groan from him as you spread his precum all over his length. "let me hold your hair for you, hm, princess?" he breathed out, taking your hair into his fist as you started to suck him off, choking slightly as he pushed you down completely.  - "come up here baby" he breathed out, cupping your face as he connected your lips once again, distracting you from the slight burn as you sank down on him. you moaned out his name as your clit came in contact with his pelvis, a groan escaping him at the same time "fuck, it's been so long" 

"bounce baby" he hummed into your ear, his skilled hands pulling off the hoodie from your body, your bra following right after before you slowly started to move on him. "mhm" he hummed "that's my good girl" he moaned, his hands gripping your waist to help you move up and down on him. "you look so beautiful like this" you loudly moaned at the praise, your body falling against his.

he grabbed your waist tightly before he stared to thrust up into you, abusing your gspot perfectly. "right there kook" you moaned, tightly gripping on his shoulders as you trembled in his arms. "you feel so good princess" he moaned, feeling you clench around him. 

"i'm gonna cum jungkook!" you cried, biting into his neck as you felt yourself this close to the edge. "cum for me baby" he demanded, holding you tightly in his grip as you shook in his arms while cumming undone. 

he followed right after with a loud groan, his cum dripping down your folds onto him, creating a mess. "you did so good princess" he praised once more, as you panted into his neck, still in after shock from your orgasm. 

with a groan, he carefully pulled out of you, a whine escaping you as you felt his juice dripping out of you down to the back of your thighs. tears suddenly started to repeatedly fall down your cheeks, your hands coming up to your face to hide your sobbing mess from the after shock.

"hey" jungkook softly spoke, taking your hands off your face to place his hands on your cheeks, wiping your tears away before pressing a comforting kiss on your forehead, cradling you in his arms, cooing "it's okay baby. you're safe, it's all over now" he softly caressed your back, helping you calm down after a few minutes "you did so good, baby. my good little girl" you timidly nodded into his chest, taking a few deep breaths before your sobs stopped and turned into little sniffles.

he reached over to the nightstand, taking a cool bottle of water and opening it for you. "drink baby" you did as he said, taking a few sips with his help before falling back against him again. as soon as he was sure you were okay, jungkook reached over, taking his to the ground fallen shirt and started to leave his place to go back between your legs, making you whine loudly at the loss of contact "shh, i'm here" he caressed your thigh, giving you some sort of comfort "just close your eyes for me, okay?" you nodded in response, sighing as you closed your eyes and let him clean you up. 

"do you want to take a bath?" he softly asked, throwing the shirt somewhere in the room before he pulled you in his embrace once again, pecking your face anywhere he could. "yes please" you whispered, not trusting your voice at the moment. "alright" he smiled "let's go then" he was quick in standing up from the bed, picking you up bridal style as if it was nothing and walking to the bathroom where he softly placed you on the counter.

with pure love in your eyes, you watched as he let the bathtub fill with water, turning back to you with a soft smile on his face as he stood in between your legs. softly hugging your waist as he stared in your eyes with nothing but adoration in his. "you look so beautiful like this" he whispered, caressing your cheek as he took in your swollen lips, flushed cheeks and slightly teary eyes.

you blushed, adverting your eyes from his, earning a deep chuckle from him before leaning down and pressing his lips on yours, creating a chastful kiss. you softly moaned into his mouth as the kiss got a bit steamier, but before anything more could happen he pulled away with a smirk "the bath is waiting baby" 

you bit your lip, looking away blushing as he stopped the water flow, taking you off the counter and walking with you to the drawer where the bathbombs where, which he only had bought for when you'd come over. "pick one" he smiled, watching you look over all the different coloured and formed bombs. "this one" you pointed at a peach formed one, looking back up at him. "go on, take it" he chuckled, waiting for you to take it before he closed the drawer again and walked with you to the bathtub.

after he had carefully sat you down in the bathtub, he moved in right behind you, pulling you flush against his body as you relaxed into him and the warm water. you watched as the bathbomb exploaeded in the water and coloread it in a peachy color, a fruity scent taking over the air. 

"do you feel okay?" he softly asked, caressing your lower body as you hummed out in response, nodding. "what do you want to afterwards?" his chest vibrated under you, a comforting feeling spreading in your body. "cuddle" you whispered out with a smile, a soft laugh escaping his mouth after that. "only cuddle?" "mhm, could we maybe watch a movie too?" he nodded against your head, pressing. a soft kiss to your neck as he spoke "of course. we can do anything you want to" 

after half an hour of softly talking and laying in the bathtub, you were close to falling asleep which jungkook noticed. "let's get back to bed, okay?" you yawned with a nod, sitting up so he could get out of the bathtub. you rubbed your eyes as he wrapped a towel around his body, leaning down to kiss your forehead "i'll be right back baby, i'll just change the sheets real quick" you just nodded, too tired to respond anything else, you rested your head against the bathtub, closing your eyes as you waited for him to come back. 

"okay baby, come here" you lifted you head at his voice, seeing him bending down infront of you with a fluffy towel in his hands, dressed in a hoodie and some sweatpants, his hair messily hanging around his face. you carefully got out of the tub and fell right into his hands, the towel wrapped around you in seconds.

you sighed out as you appreciated the warm feeling of the towel on your wet body. he pecked your forehead once more as he walked you to the bedroom back again, changing you into some of his boxers and one of his hoodies. "can i put on some fuzzy socks too?" you asked, making his heart warm "of course" he smiled, walking to his closet before turning back with some fuzzy socks in his hands. 

"are you comfortable?" he asked as soon as you were laying in bed, snuggled up against him with a happy smile. "yes. thank you koo" you answered, smiling up at him and puckering your lips for him. he giggled, leaning down and pecking your lips three times in a row. "so, what movie to you want to watch?" 

after the movie ended, you were already dozing off in his arms, too exhausted from everything. he seemed to think that you were already asleep as you heard him shuffle around, turning off the tv and the lights following right after. "sleep tight, princess" you forced back a smile, not moving as he pecked your cheek, your heart almost falling out of your body as he spoke the next words "i love you"

©kookssin 2023

[lbxbx]

Cockpit 10 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood, unprotected sex.

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“Come on in.” Namjoon opened the door for Hoseok when he showed up with a stack of papers in his hands to your place. “Y/N is changing, she’ll be out in no time.”

Hoseok makes himself home before he heads to the mini fridge and grabs out a bottle of water. “Take a seat, I’m a little surprised you just found out that I was your lawyer.”

Namjoon laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his head. “My previous lawyer called you mister Jung, I had no idea you were Jung Hoseok, Y/N always called you Hobi, which led to me actually.. calling you.. Hobi too.”

Hoseok laughs and takes a seat in front of the TV before putting the file down. “It’s alright, I’m glad I’m able to help you, and I guess I’m partially helping Y/N too.”

“Helping me with what?” You walk towards your living room while rolling up the sleeves of your hoodie, you walk towards Hoseok and lean down to hug him and kiss him on the cheek. “With the divorce.”

“I really didn’t want Y/N to be a part of it or get involved in the smallest thing ever, I don’t know how to thank you two, really.” Namjoon smiles.

“She actually didn’t want to be a part of it voluntarily, she was kind of… forced.” Hoseok starts. You and Namjoon sit next to Hoseok on each side as he finally opens the stack of papers clipped into the file.

Reports, marriage contract, birth certificates, pictures, bank account balances, you can’t help but peak through and find Namjoon’s name and check out the balance, aircraft pilots seem to be making a lot of money.

You’re a little shocked that going through a divorce requires all these documents, you look at Hoseok who despite this is his day off, he chose to come over and speak everything through with Namjoon, it’s the last day of August and September is starting tomorrow, meaning that his hearing is going to be in two weeks. He needs to be prepared.

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asks you. “Did someone reach out to you?”

“Yes.” Hoseok answers for you, “Your in laws are claiming that their daughter is a victim of abuse, and they asked Y/N for a fake medical report.”

Namjoon’s facial expressions show the denial he’s in, he shakes his head left and right. “I don’t remember the last time I touched her. I can’t stand the woman.”

“She came over with her father and I had to give them a report.” You shrug and Hoseok continues. “Don’t worry Joon, Y/N would never fake a medical report, let alone faking it to hurt you, of course she wouldn’t.”

A sigh of relief escapes his nose before he looks you in the eyes. “I never touched her like that, I promise. I don’t know if she told you anything but I swear I never did.”

Your heart melts at the man, you reach your hand from behind Hoseok and rub Namjoon’s shoulder. “I know you wouldn’t.”

“Hobi, something happened and I think you should know about it.” Namjoon starts and you kind of wished he never mentioned it to Hoseok, but the man has to know. “A little over a week ago. A package was delivered to my place by a woman, this woman tried touching me and said weird things to me.”

Hoseok straightens his back as he seems alarmed. “And?”

“I don’t know, I was supposed to get the mail at a certain time but I got it earlier.” Namjoon shrugs. “I don’t know who she is and why she did that.”

“Do you have the package number?” Hoseok asks and Namjoon shakes his head. “I have the receipt online.”

“We can call Yoongi and he can help us get the package number even when it’s out of date or already delivered.” Hoseok takes his phone out. Of course Yoongi can help you, he’s been so dedicated and good at his banking job since he got promoted to manage the branch he currently works at, he can help you with anything. Hoseok calls Yoongi and puts him on speaker, as Yoongi guides him on how to get the package number from the online bank account. “Thank you hyung.”

“Say hi to Y/N. Bye.” Yoongi hangs up, Hoseok and Namjoon spend a couple minutes trying to find the package number before they finally track it to realize.

The mail was delivered the day before Namjoon got it to his house.

Meaning that someone received the mail, and gave it to someone else to deliver it to try and lure Namjoon into something and catch it on the CCTV.

You immediately feel guilty for not listening to Namjoon since the very beginning, and you realize that if he wanted to cheat on his wife, he would’ve cheated long time ago with someone else. This exact thing finally proves that the man has been honest with you the whole time. What you saw was in fact not true.

You look up from the phone at Namjoon’s eyes and he looks back, it kills you that he smiles at you even when you never believed him, he’s extremely glad that he’s finally proved to be right.

“Can you excuse us for a second Hobi?” You get up on your feet, Hoseok is a little confused before he looks at you two and nods. “Sure, take your time.”

“Namjoon?” He gets up and follows you to the kitchen, you lean against the counter and clear your throat. “I apologize.”

He doesn’t cut you off or anything, he deserves an apology. “I should’ve listened, I’m truly sorry. I only behaved that way because I thought you and I could actually have something, I don’t know what got over me.”

He takes a couple steps towards you and rubs your shoulder, printing the softest kiss to your forehead and pulling you closer into a hug.

You knew the man was emotionally mature since the very beginning, other men would’ve gas lit you into still feeling guilty and would’ve made the problem worse, but Namjoon had a big heart and he was mature enough to go through this entire problem and even his entire divorce like a grown sane man

Well except for the part where he cheated on his wife, but to be fair it was going to happen sooner or later whether you showed up or not.

“I accept your apology.” He rubs your back and squeezes you in tighter. “I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose.”

“Thank you.” You pull back from the hug and look up at him, he presses his lips against yours softly and tucks your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry too for getting you involved in this, I never wanted it to happen but apparently they found their way to you.”

“Actually… I think they suspect something.”

“What do you mean?” He pulls back.

“The night they showed up, Seokjin was laying in the bed next to hers, and he kind of overheard them talking.” You shrug one shoulder. “One of her relatives saw us at the wine cellar and—“

“I knew it.” He shakes his head. “The guy who flashed his phone was actually trying to take a picture.”

You suddenly recall that exact moment before you try to deny it. “Maybe he really wanted to take a picture of the cellar.”

“I don’t know, maybe he was, but I’m sure he was trying to take a picture or something.” Namjoon bites anxiously on his nails.

“That’s not the only reason she suspects something.” You hold his hand down to stop him, he’s on the verge of an anxiety attack. “Apparently you and I smelled very similar.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I had the same perfume on the night she came over for the report, and she smelled it on your clothes the day after or something, I don’t know.” You explain as you hold onto his hand tighter. “Don’t worry, we figured something out regarding that incident. Seokjin and I.”

He throws his head back and sighs in frustration. “I’m really sorry.”

“I’m pretty sure you know it already, but I’m totally on your side.” You smile and cup his cheek before you speak again trying to make him relax and shrug it off. “Although I judged your taste in women a little when I saw her again.” You scrunch your nose, a laugh barely escapes his lips as he leans his forehead against yours. “But I’m working on it, trying to make it better.”

You giggle and grab onto his hand, pulling him back into the living room, Hoseok informed Namjoon everything he needed to know, and told him about how they tried to bribe him.

Everything seemed so clear to Namjoon now, he’s more determined to get the divorce than ever, and if they wanted to play dirty, then he’s going to play dirtier.

“What’s the hearing like?” You’re curious to find out if it was actually like the movies or not. “I saw a pilot in real life, I kinda wanna see a court in real life.”

“Actually there’s not going to be a court. A hearing usually consists of just both lawyers and the couple getting the divorce.” Hoseok explains. “She’s going to lay out her conditions and so are you, and if anyone disagrees or in your case, brings up reports of abuse or tapes of having a third party, you’ll be transferred to court for trial.”

“Joonie do you have any conditions?” You curiously ask Namjoon before he shakes his head immediately. “I just want her out of my life.”

“Some people want the easy way out like you do.” Hoseok looks at him. “This makes her benefit out of it, she could easily ask for things that you may not be able to provide. So I suggest you think this through, we still have some time.”

“How far can I go?”

You and Hoseok snap your heads towards the man who’s clenching on his fists, “I want her to regret everything she’s doing.”

-

The hearing is only a couple days later and time has passed by so quick. The first week of September was really wet in Seoul but still hot, at this point you’d wear your sweatshirt at night and a pair of shorts during the day time, everyone was confused by this weather, typical Seoul climate.

That night you went to sleep in a sweatshirt but you were sweating the entire night, still not cold enough for a heavy clothing item like this. You don’t bother getting up to change when it’s past midnight even when you can literally feel your sweat down your neck and back, you were in deep sleep, so you just kick off your blanket and cuddle into your bed.

“Shit, please don’t stop.” Your legs are spread against your chest, Namjoon is pounding deep inside you while throwing his head back, sweat is dripping down his chest and stomach, and his long hair is bouncing off of his face with each thrust.

“Come on baby, show her how good I can fuck you.” His lazy eyes meets yours before an evil grin sits on his face while he bites his bottom lip.

Show her? Show who?

Pleasure radiates all over your glistening bodies and you feel yourself near your edge, it’s so overwhelming that you feel your heartbeat through your back, you throw your head back over the edge of the bed and your eyes roll to the back of your head, you struggle to fill your lungs back with air and your vision is back for a quick second.

Holy fuck she’s right here.

And she’s watching you two with a face that you’re not able to describe, is it disappointment? Is it jealousy?

This isn’t your bedroom, you look around, you haven’t been here before this place is new to you.

Namjoon interrupts your train of thoughts as he leans over to lick all the way from your collarbone to your jaw and prints a loud kiss before looking up at her with the same evil look on his face. “Tell her how good this feels, show her what she’s missing on.”

“N-namjoon please.” You gasp, feeling the angle change as he pulls your hips closer to meet his, he presses his thumb over your clit and he proceeds to rub in circular motion, you hold onto his other hand that’s leaning behind your head and bite onto his wrist. “I’m close.”

“Cum for me baby, cum for me.”

“I can’t.” You whisper and look him in the eyes, he looks back at you, this time he’s frowning, he proper grabs your face in his hand and turns it towards her, “Look at her when I make you cum.”

Your gaze meets hers, and it hurts, it physically hurts.

She’s right there watching you high key stealing her man and right on her bed. Is this what you really are?

Of course in a snap of a finger you’re no longer close, the pleasure has been completely robbed out of you and it completely washed away. You regret everything going on when you see the pain in her eyes, she looks lonely and hurt and empty, but most importantly

Betrayed.

You look back at Namjoon to see him, your eyes speak so loud when you frown back at him but he’s completely heartless when he forces you to look back at her. “Come on baby, cum for me and let her know how good it feels to be fucked like that.”

Of course dreams don’t make sense, you open your eyes and it’s the morning already, what kind of a twisted dream was that?

Dream? No this is a nightmare.

Vivid dreams were hunting you the entire night, hell even the entire week. You’re not the one getting the divorce but it’s pressuring you mentally more than you would’ve thought.

You feel yourself shivering even when it’s still hot outside. Even when what you saw earlier wasn’t true, but still you feel exposed. You feel like she really did see you two in bed.

You gaze at your ceiling when you think that she probably knows everything already, you don’t know the way she thinks and you don’t know what she has to prove. But you’re positive she knows that her husband already met someone else, women know everything.

You’re stressing about this way too much, you try and regulate your breathing pattern but it takes you some time. You flinch in your bed when you hear your door pass code being clicked. Only Hoseok knows the pass code and this is usually the time he takes his break.

The door finally opens and you hear him talking and laughing with someone, you sit up and start scratching your head trying to loosen your hair that’s been sticking to your scalp. “Hobi?” Your sleepy voice guides him to your bedroom. “Y/N? You’re still in bed?”

“Yeah, I just woke up.” You look up at him entering your bedroom followed by Jungkook who’s in his track suit. “What brings you two here?”

“I got us breakfast and I saw these two near the gym.” Hoseok plops down on your bed and you immediately try to kick him off. “Not with your working clothes on that’s disgusting.”

“Do you still have my gray pants?” He gets up and starts unbuttoning his top. You lazily nod and lay back into your bed. “Yeah, if you don’t find them just take Namjoon’s.”

“Of course he’s not borrowing any of my pants.” Namjoon walks into your bedroom with a bottle of water in his hands, which explains the voices you heard earlier, he’s in his gym attire which reminds you that him and Jungkook now go on gym dates. “They’re too long for you.” He walks to your side of the bed and pecks your cheek. “Good morning.”

“Fuck you Joon, I know you’re tall you don’t need to brag about it.” Hoseok flips him off.

“Good morning.” You ruffle his hair and hug the blanket closer to your chest, the three of them get into an argument which you surprisingly fall asleep to. You needed the not so white noise.

“You got a divorce because of her?” With her arms crossed she looks at you, eyeing you from head to toe with a cringe on her face. “Do you really think she’s worth it?”

“Of course not.” Namjoon speaks when he shows up from behind you to stand next to her. “She was just an excuse for me to get the divorce, I don’t need her anymore.”

You open your mouth to speak but your voice isn’t coming out for some reason, you start to panic, trying hard to scream just so they can hear you. He continues. “I used her, that’s all. And she was an incredible waste of time—“

“Y/N?”

You’re fuming and your tears are already streaming down your face, you try and move forward but you can’t, you feel yourself pinned to the floor and physically incapable of moving.

“She wasn’t even worth it.” She scoffs. “I don’t think she was worth wasting your time with her.”

“It was only you since the beginning.” He pulls her even closer, this doesn’t make sense. Aren’t they divorced?

“Y/N?” Namjoon nudges your shoulder and you finally open your eyes, he’s laying beside you and looking at you worriedly. “Are you okay?”

It takes you a second to clear your throat and rub your eyes, you even look around you trying to locate her. Your dreams seem so true that it’s starting to frighten you, twice in one day?

“Were you having a nightmare?” He asks, running his fingers through your hair. “Yeah.” You sit up and rub your eyes. You still can’t look at him in the eyes, as if you’re worried that you’d see the same mean look on his face.

“It’s alright.” He rubs your back and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Hobi and Jungkook had breakfast and took off, there are a couple croissants left for you do you want me to reheat them?”

You look at your full body mirror to see his reflection, a little relieved that it was just a nightmare, you nod with your eyes closed and yawn. “Yes please, I just need to shower.”

Namjoon gladly gets up on his feet and heads to the kitchen while you take your shower. He’s been wanting to ask you something for the past couple of days but he’s a little hesitant. And of course he can’t ask you over the phone. This needs to be done in person.

And since the hearing is only a couple days away, today is the right time.

He puts the croissants into the microwave and washes your favorite mug that you used last night and makes you some coffee.

He’s a little nervous, the thing he wants to ask you is a little sensitive, and he’s anxious wondering how you may react, or if you’d even say yes or no.

He wants to think about this further more before actually asking you, but luckily today you got off of the shower really quick.

“Did you get breakfast?” You ask as you walk into the kitchen, the smell wafting is already making you drool. “Yeah, we passed by this bakery that opened a couple blocks away and decided to give it a try.”

“It smells good.” You pull back a chair and take a seat, he puts your plate in front of you and hands you your coffee. You need to take a few sips first to be able to function better.

“Did you sleep well?” He pulls the chair in front of you to take a seat and you nod. “Yeah, other than the nightmares.”

He laughs quietly and watches you dig into your food, but in his head contemplating whether he really should ask you or not. Fuck it.

“Does it taste good?” He tugs your wet hair behind your ear and you immediately answer. “Mhm.” With your mouth full.

He clears his throat and finally spits out. “I’ve been wanting to ask you for a favor, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure, what’s up?” Of course you won’t hesitate, you care about the man and you really wouldn’t mind helping him no matter what, regardless how you two feel about each other, but he feels like a close friend now, perhaps even more.

“I want you to come with me to Ilsan.” He looks at his own hands under the table. “It’s just for one night, we’ll fly back here the day after.”

You a sip of your coffee and ask him. “When?” Before taking another bite.

“Tomorrow.” He unsurely answers, his eyes looking up at you to study the way you react to what he’s about to spit out. “But uhm.. Jay’s.. Coming with us.”

Your mouth suddenly feels dry and you can barely swallow the food that you chewed on. You have so many questions you don’t even know where to start.

You grab your mug closer to your lips and take a sip to be able to swallow the bite before asking. “Why?”

Namjoon can clearly tell that you’re not really accepting the whole idea and he’s about to take it back, but he needs to explain before he does. “The hearing is happening in Seoul, I need to take him to Ilsan to stay at my parents’.”

“Hey, Joon don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think this is a good idea.” You push your plate away from you, your appetite is long gone. “It’s a little terrifying to be with him, no offense though.”

“None taken, but hey, he’s just a kid you don’t have to worry.” He leans forward onto the table. “I promise he’s the nicest kid you’ll ever meet.”

“I know he’s nice, but who am I to you? Don’t you think he’d ask that?”

He inhales through his nose before nodding his head. “I can’t send him away with his mother, that’s all.”

“And I’m not much better of a choice.” You shrug your shoulders.

“I’m scheduled to fly to Ilsan that day, I figured you’d just accompany him during the flight.” He smiles. “But it’s alright I’ll take a day off and send him there myself.”

You lean your back against the chair and cross your arms. “Now you’re making me feel guilty.”

He laughs and gets up onto his feet before walking towards you and leaning against the table. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, you have the right to say no and I totally respect your decision.” Although he means it, you still roll your eyes. “Let me think about it before you take your day off.”

“Thank you.” He leans in closer to press a soft kiss onto your cheek, “Finish your food, I’ll do the dishes before I leave.”

-

It took you so much to think this through, and with the short period of time you have, you had to make a quick decision whether you’d do it for him or not. It’s not like you’d mind doing him any favor, but this was a little too hard for you to accept.

You know his son is still young and may never remember the interaction you two may have, but no matter how much you tried to prepare yourself, you weren’t half ready.

Your job forced you to try and be good with kids, but even if you tried your best they still don’t like you first, funny enough you don’t like them too, they probably sense that from the beginning that’s why they don’t like you back.

You wanted to give Namjoon a hand so you decided on saying yes and packing your carry on to take with you. Your stomach was tingling and you barely got any sleep the night before, you threw on one of your caps to cover your tired bare face and made yourself some coffee before Namjoon gets to your place.

You’re seconds away from meeting the little one and you waking up grumpy didn’t help at all, so you made the effort to buy him a bag full of snacks for you two to have on board and a stuffed pilot teddy bear. He may not like you but he sure will love the excessive amount of candies you bought him, and you secretly bought the candies and the toy to bribe him to like you.

Not long after Namjoon calls you and you immediately answer and let him know that you’ll be right down, before you check your stove and lights and turn everything off, and locking your place to go downstairs.

Your stomach drops when you see the silhouette of his son in his car seat with an iPad in his little hand, it’s about to happen and you have no idea how to make it easier, you laugh at yourself, are you really panicking because of a young kid?

Namjoon gets out of the car when he spots you and walks closer to you to help you with your carry on, giving you a hug that you barely get to reciprocate and a kiss on your cheek. “Jesus Namjoon, not in front of your son.”

He drags your luggage to the trunk of his car and you’re a little terrified to get in the car when he’s not in it, your eyes sneak to the back seat to gaze at the kid, your heart shatters at the fact that he’s going to go through his parents’ divorce when he’s too young.

Your gaze wanders all over his face, he looks a little like his father, he has his eyes, and their noses are a little similar. Namjoon snaps the train of your thoughts when he tells you to get inside. You open the car door and get in. You made sure to keep the gift you got him in your hand so you can give it to him on your way there.

“Aren’t you cold?” You try and divert your attention just to relax a little, Namjoon seems to understand what you’re trying to do, a little grin creeps on his face before he looks in the rear mirror. “Jay aren’t you going to say hi?”

You look at Namjoon when you hear him squeal at the little one. Of course you know he’s a father long time ago, but you never saw him… Fathering.

The little one hums, totally used to be talked to like that by his father, still too occupied with the tablet in his hand, Namjoon speaks again. “Jay?”

“Yeah?” You finally hear his soft voice, you gather the will to turn and look at him. “Hi.” You wave your hand, gosh this is getting too awkward for you.

Your eyes meet and he blinks a couple of times before his hand travels to his mouth, he looks at his father who has his eyes on the road and of course he doesn’t answer you, it’s quite normal for a child his age to have and feel stranger danger.  “What’s your name?”

His face is still alarmed as he studies your features, his eyes turning to his father every now and then, you cross your arms and shrug your shoulder before you tease him. “I got you a little gift, but you have to tell me your name first.”

Namjoon gasps and looks at his son in the rear mirror. “She got you a gift, do you wanna tell her your name?”

The little one mumbles his name, rubbing his eyes and looking at you through his fingers, “I love your name, mine is Y/N.” You reach out your hand to shake his, he puts his hand out slowly to shake yours and you force out a shaky laugh, you’re still nervous. “Do you want to have your gift now?”

He nods and you take out the little teddy to show it to him, Namjoon sneaks a look at the teddy and finds it adorable when you move its arms. “Doesn’t this teddy look like daddy?”

Jay laughs which overwhelms you and you feel your chest full, you relax a little and laugh with him while nodding your head. “It does, right?” You ask.

“Are you calling me daddy?” Namjoon whispers with a smirk on his face, you roll your eyes and hit his arm playfully. “That’s gross.”

“Can I have it please?” Jay asks, reaching his hand to grab the teddy and you gladly hand it to him, “What do you say?” Namjoon asks his son and Jay mumbles. “Thank you.”

“I also got us a bag of snacks and lots of candies for us to have when we’re in the sky.” You show him the bag. “Only you and I, we’re not giving daddy any of them.”

“No, I’ll give daddy my candies.” Namjoon would squeeze Jay into his arms and kiss his face endlessly if he wasn’t driving.

You face forward and anxiety creeps back on you, things went great a second ago because Namjoon is sitting with you two, but once you fly you’re going to be alone with the kid and that’s what’s frightening you right now.

Your face sits in your palm and you feel your heart racing. Gosh what if he throws a tantrum? What if he needs to pee? Oh no, you’re panicking.

Your behavior became too familiar to Namjoon and he knows exactly what’s going on through your head, he doesn’t even need to ask, he leans his elbow on the center console between you too and leans a little closer to whisper. “Don’t over think anything, it’ll be okay I promise.”

You can’t even force a smile out when you look at him, you just nod your head unsurely and look back on the road.

You regret saying yes to the whole thing when you look at the time on your wrist, it’s still early in the afternoon, you could be working out now or planning your day with your friends or simply just plopping down on your couch until your ass prints on it.

-

Not too long after you get to the airport, it takes you a couple seconds to pick up the courage and walk next to Namjoon who’s holding his son’s hand and walking towards the check in counter, the workers seem to be familiar with Namjoon and some are even his friends, so they check you two in within a few seconds.

The three of you head to sit in one of the coffee shops near your gate and get yourselves coffee. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know if I am.” You hug your own stomach. “What if he needs something that I can’t help him with? What if he needs the bathroom?”

He simply shrugs. “He can go to the bathroom on his own.”

“What if he cries?”

“Why would he cry?” He blinks twice, “He has everything he needs, his tablet and snacks and toys. He’ll be okay.”

“I rarely travel with anyone, let alone travel with a kid.” You sip your coffee and turn your head to look at the young boy who’s in the play area with another kid.

“It’s fine, the flight is less than an hour, we’ll be there before you know it.” He rests his elbows down on the table and leans in closer to you. “I’m worried over you more than I’m worried over him.” He laughs.

You playfully hit his arm before crossing your arms. “Don’t get me wrong, I like him and he’s pretty cute, I’m just not used to being close with kids.”

Of course Namjoon was anxious himself, he was genuinely worried that you can’t handle his son or that his son may actually find it hard to be around you, you’re still a stranger to him after all. But Namjoon tries to convince himself, that so far everything seems surprisingly okay.

The thing that’s worrying him the most is what’s worrying you too, he has to leave you two alone during the flight and he doesn’t know how that’s going to go.

Every minute felt like an hour and you finally check in and board the plane, Namjoon was kind enough to put your luggage in the overhead bin, he made sure you two got seated before he leans down and buckles up Jay. “Daddy will be back before you know it, are you going to be okay with Y/N?”

You roll your eyes on the inside, as if there’s another option.

Little Jay looks at you once before blinking back at his father, he looks back at you and bobs his head into a slight faint nod, before rubbing his eyes and looking back at his dad.

Things don’t look okay to you, your chest feels heavy and your heart even skips a beat, you feel your breath quickening and your palms are getting sweatier each second. You wish you could call everything off and get off the plane, but it’s a little too late.

Namjoon looks at you, and again with him being too familiar with your attitude and behavior, he knows what’s going on inside your head and he can easily tell you’re more anxious and nervous than the kid, his hand sits on top of yours, he squeezes it softly before whispering. “I’ll see you in an hour, don’t worry.”  Then said goodbye to his child and went into the cockpit.

You clear your throat repeatedly and look through the window, you feel a pair of eyes piercing through the side of your face, slowly but surely you turn your head and see the little kid’s eyes on you, he’s a little startled at the fact he was caught staring so he turns his face away fast, pretending to be occupied with the teddy in his hand.

It hurts, it physically hurts you.

You gulp and look back through your window and you could swear you can hear your heartbeat in your ears and through your back, you even shift in your sweat to avoid feeling your heartbeat, you feel suffocated by the weird aura and you find it hard to catch a breath, you never saw this coming, you should’ve said no from the beginning to avoid being put in this kind of situation.

Your hand sits over your chest and you purse your lips and release a forced long breath. Jay’s eyes burn through the side of your face again and you snap your head quickly back at him this time. He thinks it’s some type of a joke or he might be enjoying the stress he puts you in, hence that little smile that creeps on his face.

Is that his father’s dimples?

“Do you want a snack?” You barely speak, he shakes his head left and right while looking at the bag of snacks. “Are you daddy’s friend?”

A little startled by the question, but you immediately nod. “Yeah.”

“How did you meet?”

In a club, we flirted back and forth, we slept together without your mother knowing.

“Oh, daddy and I met in the library, him and I grabbed the same book.” What an excellent liar you are. “Do you have any friends?”

“Yes, I have friends in Seoul and I have friends in Ilsan.” He nods. “But I love my friends in Seoul more.”

You’re a little relieved that the conversation is ongoing and it doesn’t feel as awkward as before, you reach for the bag of snacks and take out the little yellow pack of M&Ms and open it, you were a little hesitant to feed him sweets and chocolates because it may backfire on you. But the hell with it, you were craving something sweet.

“You’re lucky you have friends in both cities, I only have friends in Seoul.”

You know kids say the first thing that comes up to their mind, so the little kid suddenly spits out. “Mommy said I shouldn’t go with daddy anywhere, but she let me go to Ilsan with him.”

“Why wouldn’t she let you go with daddy?”

“She doesn’t like daddy and she says he’s a bad person.” He laughs, the kid fucking laughs and you just watch him. It takes you a moment to ask him. “And do you think daddy’s a bad person?”

Clearly Namjoon’s screwed up relationship with his wife reflects on his son, how come a three year old can talk about such things?

“No, he’s fun and I love him.”

The seatbelt sign lights up and you hear Namjoon talk through the speakers, you nudge Jay and whisper. “Listen, that’s daddy’s voice.”

The little one gets excited when he hears his father that he jumps slightly in his seat, you find it adorable but you still feel bad for him.

“Cabin crew please be seated for takeoff.” Namjoon finally speaks and shuts the speaker, you flinch when Jay lifts up the arm rest that’s between you two and sits closer to you. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t like when the plane moves fast.” He whines, he’s even on the verge of crying and you can see tears accumulating in his eyes. You panic and hesitate a little before wrapping an arm around him, his face sits on your chest and you feel your body stiffening. You were never hugged like that.

Never have you ever thought about kids throughout your life, you never even thought how many kids you wanted or what would you name them because they were completely off the table, but Jay’s closeness made you feel weird, it’s a feeling you’ve never experienced before, and to be honest, it’s not bad at all.

You find yourself hugging him closer and this time you’re rubbing his back softly and repeatedly reassuring him that it’s okay.

The plane finally takes off and since the weather was windy outside, the turbulence was awful even you were terrified for a second, but you had to mask it all away for the sake of the child in your arms.

Almost 20 minutes into the flight and you feel your eyelids getting heavier, you didn’t sleep well the night before so you just decide on napping during what’s left of the flight, since Jay is already snoring on your lap.

Namjoon feels a little relieved since he doesn’t hear any children crying in the cabin, he even sent a few flight attendants to your seats and he was informed that you two were sleeping and they didn’t want to disturb.

You and Namjoon still cannot be seen in public, and Ilsan wasn’t that big as well, and his parents live in a small part of the city that everyone is familiar with each other, so you being there and shown in public of course can’t be good to him since her family also lives there.

You two decided it was a better if he drove you to the hotel and then took Jay to his family house, and that’s what he did, his family did insist that he should go inside so they could see their son one last time before the hearing but he did make up an excuse to go back to you.

“Y/N?” You hear his voice when the key card clicks and the door closes seconds after, you walk out of the bathroom with the toothbrush still inside your mouth. “Hmm?”

He takes a couple steps closer to kiss you on the cheek. “How was your flight?”

“It was okay.” You walk back into the bathroom to rinse your mouth and dry your hair, he’s shifting in his spot and leaning against the bathroom door with his arms crossed, you turn towards him and your eyes meet. “I’m truly sorry.”

“What for?” You find his apology unexpected and you don’t recall what would make him apologize. “For the whole Jay thing, and for making you stay at the hotel when I’m supposed to show you around the city.”

You walk towards him and help him loosen his tie before taking it off of him. “I know I was scared first, and he totally scared me when you first left us, but he was cute, although I can’t lie I’m a little thankful that he fell asleep.” You put the tie over your shoulder and walk back towards the bathroom mirror. “And we can consider this a little staycation, we’re alone and away, just like you always wanted.”

 “Alone and away.” He smiles while crossing his arms, you smile back at his reflection when you dry your hair with your towel, he’s standing behind you as his eyes burn through the entire back of your body, even when you were covered with your bathrobe, he could easily draw a picture of you naked in his head and he already is.

His eyes travel through the back of your neck that he’s been wanting to kiss the entire time and bruise it with hickeys, down to your shoulders and back, that he so desperately wants to lick it all the way down to your ass, his body automatically moves closer behind you, you stifle your grin at his reflection and continue drying your hair, totally acting clueless on what he’s doing or trying to do. His hands sit on your hips and he hugs your ass closer towards his clothed boner.

“I miss you.” He buries his face into the crook of your neck and takes a long inhale, filling his lungs with the arousing scent of yours, even when you just came out of the shower smelling like your body lotion, he can still smell your natural body odor when it’s layers away, he’s drugged by it.

His mouth hovers over your pulse and he presses a soft kiss over it to feel your quickening heartbeat over his lips, “You seem so tense baby.”

You giggle and put the towel down. “It’s because I am, my neck feels sore thanks to the nap I took earlier.” You grab your hand cream and rub some onto your hand.

“Let me give you a massage.” He suggests and pulls back, clearly swallowing since he’s salivating just by the idea, you innocently nod your head at his reflection and watch him disappear out of the bathroom, you follow him out to see him standing near the window to close the curtains. “Lay down.”

His face is already glistening with sweat as his body is pumping blood everywhere, including his throbbing dick that’s jailed in his pants that are slowly getting tighter, your stomach drops in excitement when you know what’s about to happen, and honestly you felt like this only when you’re with him. You feel the need to savor every moment with him.

You walk towards the bed and plop into it face down, positioning yourself comfortably in the middle of it and hugging the pillow under your head. His footsteps towards the bed is an experience you’ve never felt before, your face is suddenly flushed red and you feel your heart skipping a beat when nothing even happened yet, your hormones are most certainly making an impact on you, and this is something you’ve never had before.

The mattress sinks under his knee and he throws his other leg to the other side of your body, straddling your covered ass and gently putting his body weight down. This is exactly what he imagined in his heat, only this feels better now that it’s real.

“Are you comfortable?” His voice tone so soft and sweet, yet still deep enough for you to press your thighs against each other. “Mhm.” You answer, nodding into the pillow, his hands run all the way from your wrists up to your shoulders before he collects your hair into his hand and pushes it to the side, following with a single wet kiss onto your ear. He rubs your shoulders and slowly loosens the robe from around them just to expose enough for him to be able to massage you.

His warm hands sit over your shoulders and kneads your skin and muscles softly, making you relax your body and bite onto your lip, a little too shy to make any sound even when you’re enjoying it, he can’t see you biting your own lip but he can feel your breathing pattern change immediately, a smirk slowly creeps on his face as he whispers. “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah.” You didn’t mean for it to sound like that, it sounded way more like a moan than a regular answer. “Clearly you’re enjoying this more than I thought you would.”

You bury your face into the pillow to laugh, reaching your hand behind to playfully hit his big thigh. “Stop it.”

He moves further down to your back and continues kneading your muscles, it feels both so good and so arousing, you can feel his hot fingers through the thick fabric of your robe and they feel so good on your body.

“Mmm.” Escapes your closed lips, you don’t even regret it because you know that he’s enjoying it too, you can’t ignore the hardness that’s pressed against your ass after all.

He crawls down to straddle your lower thighs, his hands now moving to your ass, squeezing onto both your ass cheeks with both his hands, his poor bottom lip sits between his teeth and he can’t but lift your robe up to expose your lovely ass that he’s been dreaming about.

His hands move to your wet cunt to rub your clit with his thumb, your body shudders immediately and fully tenses into his hands, your fist gripping tighter onto the pillow, he spits on his other hand and moves his fingers down to your entrance, rubbing it with two digits and slowly pushing one inside followed by the other one, your jaw slowly drops down when you feel his long fingers rub against your wall, his thumb still rubbing your clit in the same slow pattern.

You can feel the way your walls stretch around his fingers and so can he, the second you move your ass up to grind against his fingers he pulls them out of you to insert them back in again, which makes him smirk and ask, his voice coming out in a whisper. “How does it feel?”

“Good.” You whisper back, your cunt takes him so well when he curls his fingers against your spot which makes you arch your back and gasp, the pressure he’s putting onto your clit increases at the same time and you feel yourself getting close.

“So good.” You add and hug the pillow tighter, he takes his fingers out which makes you nearly about to whine, you feel the bed sinking near your calves and feet when he crawls down, his lips land on the curve of your ass for a soft kiss and he spreads both butt cheeks to bury his face in there, his tongue tracing all the way from your clit to your puckered hole and it drives him feral when your juices sit on his tongue, you taste so sweet to him and he can never get enough of you.

He moves his face left and right to add friction to your clit with his tongue which makes you gasp and lean onto your elbows, turning your head to glance at him, your hand reaches the back of his head and you tug onto his hair while he’s still eating you out like it’s his last day alive.

He pulls back and grabs you by your hips to turn you on your back, his eyes aim on your lips and he immediately devours into them, and you reciprocate right away, your lips melt together in a deep kiss, his tongue slowly invading your mouth as his hand sits on the side of your face and yours sits on his shoulder and you shamelessly move it down to grope his big buff covered chest, your hand working to unbutton the rest of his shirt and pull it off of one shoulder.

He pulls back and looks down at your fingers working to take it off, your eyes land on his plump lips when he licks them once and bite onto his lower one gently when you scratch your nails onto his hot skin, his gaze meets yours and he leans back in to kiss you again, this time moving further down to your neck and chest, licking and sucking small spots to bruise them like he imagined it in his head.

He unties your robe and finally throws it off of you, leaving you entirely naked under him, your hard nipples are the first thing his eyes lands on and without a second thought he dives in, licking your hard nipple once and putting it between his lips, sucking on it with his eyes locked onto yours.

You throw your head back when your face flushes even more, you find it hard to keep the eye contact and for some reason your heart beats faster when you try and lock eyes with him.

He teases your nipple with soft bites, earning a look from you even when you barely can, the look on your face makes him go insane, your eyebrows formed into a frown and your mouth slightly open, your plump glistening lips that he can’t get enough of. He cannot wait to feel them around his angry cock.

He sucks onto your nipple while squeezing your other breast hard, his mouth moving to your under boob to suck on your skin hard enough for it to mark a dark purple color, everything feels good and overwhelming to you, your hands move to his hair to comb it with your fingers, your eyes focused on his mouth that’s moving on your skin.

Moving further down he kisses all the way to your belly button, before spreading your legs apart to press a kiss onto your clit again, you’re embarrassingly wet that you feel the need to close your legs but you can’t with his face in there.

He uses two fingers to spread open your pussy and again devours it like he hadn’t a few minutes ago, this time his tongue pushing further into your entrance which makes your eyelids feel heavy and your chest rise dramatically. “Mmm.”

And he’s more than satisfied to hear you enjoying this which doesn’t stop him, your throbbing bud sits into his mouth as he sucks the life out of you and you feel yourself so close to cumming, your entrance clenching repeatedly at the pleasure and your stomach tightening. “Don’t stop.”

Of course he doesn’t. He holds onto your hips tighter with one arm and reaches his other hand to shove his middle finger inside you, you let out a sharp gasp at the immense amount of pleasure that you missed so much, you sit up on your elbows and start rolling your hips against his face, his eyes are locked onto yours the entire time and he’s enjoying it more than you thought he would, he’s a couple strokes away from cumming it he would touch his dick.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you drop back against the mattress when you feel yourself finally cumming, your legs close around his head which ends up pulling closer to your cunt. “Holy fuck.” You take a few seconds to breathe again as your entire body finally relaxes.

And of course he doesn’t waste the chance to lick you clean, every single drop that sits on his tongue tastes like absolute honey to him, he prints a soft kiss onto your clit and climbs back up to you, kissing you softly on the lips and cupping your cheeks, “Do you want me to keep going?”

And it confuses you for a second, why would he think you want to stop?

“Mhm.” You nod your head, even when you could need a minute, but fuck it you were greedy for him.

He moves down to your neck to kiss it, his hot breath against your skin sends shivers through your entire body, he grabs your hand into his and leads it down to his pants, positioning it right on top of his covered bulge, your hand moves automatically and you rub it through the fabric, creathing small strokes that seem to be not enough for him, he starts thrusting his hips against your hands, his breathing slowly changing with each thrust. “I’m gonna cum.”

You pull your hand back which makes him subtly laugh even when seems fucked, his eyes half open and his tongue loose. He sits up onto his knees and unbuckles his pants to pull it down with his boxers, leaving him naked and sitting between your legs, he leans back in to kiss your neck and whisper. “Grab it again.”

You hesitate a little since you know he’s already close, but he whispers again. “It’s okay.”

And you grab his cock into your hand again, his precum already escaping his angry dick, you so innocently wrap your fingers around his shaft even when they barely close, and stroke the head slowly, making sure to smear the precum to make the pumping easier for both of you.

His jaw drops and he again rolls his hips to fuck your hand, one hand supporting him to not fully land on you and the other grabbing onto your breast, “Fuck your hand feels so good baby.” He hardly speaks between his short breaths, he bites softly onto your neck and hums again, his thrusts moving faster into your hand and he shoots his heavy load onto your hips and stomach. “Ah.. Shit-“

His thrusts halt down slowly as his cock still shoots out the last few ribbons of seed onto your skin, it felt good to make him cum using just your hand but at the same time you were a little disappointed that he’s done.

He grabs your face into his hands and delivers a couple soft pecks onto your lips as he leans his forehead against yours. “Do you want me to keep going now?”

Of course he knew you were a little sore before, so he gave you some time to calm down which led to him cumming, but of course he’s not nearly done yet until he finishes what you two need. “Yes.” You answer.

And he gets up onto his feet to walk towards his carry on, unzipping it and digging through it to grab out a condom, he gets back on the bed and positions himself between your legs and hands you the condom, you rip the foil package with your teeth and take it out, then toss the package carelessly on the floor.

The view was arousing to Namjoon, not only the fact that he’s seconds away to pounding you, but the view of you carefully handling his cock and helping him with the condom could easily make him bust a nut again, his boner won’t go down when he didn’t have enough, he’s still starving for you.

You unroll the condom along his shaft and hug your legs closer to your chest to give him the space, he leans forward to give you one single kiss before he positions the tip to your entrance.

 even when you’re right there in front him doing something truly unholy, he finds you so fucking adorable when you look at his cock in anticipation, your eyes blinking innocently, you were already fucked up, your hair was sticking to your neck as you got sweaty throughout the night.

He bucks his hips forward to insert the tip in which makes you hold your breath at the sudden stretch, your hand presses onto his lower stomach before you grab his cock and pull it out, still keeping it pointed to your entrance. “Slow please.” You whisper as he pushes in slower than before, your folds take him so well and your clenching cunt welcomes him in, even when it’s only the head still it feels magnificent.

You gulp and throw your head back to exhale, “Are you okay?” He tugs your hair behind your ear and runs his thumb on your bottom lip, you nod your head and look back at his cock inside you, fuck it’s only the head and you feel yourself you can barely take it, it’s been so long since you felt him inside you.

He pushes his cock further inside ever so slowly still giving you some time to adjust to his girth, “Rub that pussy for me.” And you move your hand right away to your mouth to lick your fingers and reach for your clit to rub it slowly, you relax a little and he’s able to push inside until he’s balls deep, which makes you cover your mouth with the back of your other hand. “Mmm.”

The constant clenching around his cock is driving him crazy, your walls are getting much tighter around him repeatedly and if you can’t control your muscles to stop it, he can’t promise that he’ll last longer than a couple minutes.

“Fuck.” He whispers and leans his forehead against yours, “That’s it.” He’s pressing hard on his teeth as he finds it hard to control himself and not slam into you hard. He pulls back, leaving the head still inside before pushing back in slowly. “Is that good for you?”

“Mhm.” You hug your legs tighter towards your chest and nod your head to him, signaling him to keep going, he pulls back again to start thrusting his cock ever so slowly but repeatedly inside you, the pressure builds inside your stomach and it feels so good, but it’s not driving you to your edge like you anticipated, you thought it was just a matter of time.

The speed of his thrusts gradually takes up, still careful enough to not hurt you or feel any discomfort, a little do you know, Namjoon himself can’t feel you well with the barrier, but at least you’re enjoying it he thinks.

“Shit.” You gasp when you feel the tip of his cock hitting your spot and rubbing against it with each thrust, he takes it as a sign to go faster and he does, slamming inside you repeatedly, the tightness around his cock feels so good but it’s still missing something.

“Namjoon.” You breathlessly call out his name while pushing your hair off of your face, he looks at you worriedly thinking that you’re hurting so he slows down and looks into your eyes.

“Lose the condom.”

“Wh.. What?”

“Take it, please just take it off.” You run your fingers through your own hair. “I can’t feel anything.”

“Are you sure?” He leans his palm behind you on the mattress and leans forward to kiss your jaw. “Yes please.”

He sits back up and pulls out of you, unrolling the condom off of his shaft and throwing it down on the bed beside you, before he leans back in to hover his lips over your jaw, positioning the tip to your entrance and pushing back in slowly.

Both of you release a sigh of relief, it finally feels as good as it should be. “Fuck.” You feel the tip hit your spot again and your nails dig into his skin, and in a snap of a finger you feel yourself so close to your edge just by the feeling of his bare skin inside you.

Pleasure washes through your entire bodies, you hold your breath when he starts moving inside you with a not so slow pace, his teeth nibbling on your jaw as he whispers. “Good girl, you’re taking it so well.”

You hold onto his hair in one hand and still dig your nails into his skin deeper, slowly scratching your way down his back. The stretch inside you feel insanely good and the constant rubbing against your spot makes the knot inside your stomach so close to snapping.

Your juices were already leaking onto his cock making it glide so easily in and out of you, “Your tight pussy is taking it so well baby girl isn’t it?” He leans his nose against your ear and you can hear every single breath that escapes his lips with each thrusts. “You look so beautiful when you’re being fucked like that.”

His dirty mouth and hot breath against your sensitive ear sends shivers throughout your entire body, your eyelids feel heavy and they even close, you’re seconds away from reaching your end when you hear the sinful sounds resonate through the entire hotel room, his sweaty skin slamming against yours that’s damp, his breaths and little moans and whimpers he lets out as he feels the same immense pleasure that you’re experiencing.

“I’m gonna cum.” You announce which makes him pull out and grab you by your hips, turning you to land on your hands and knees. He spits on his own hand and rubs your entrance, before pushing his cock back inside you, this time fucking you fearless knowing that you feel good with the stretch.

And off of the top of your lungs you moan his name and arch his back, you could swear you can see stars and your ears even buzz, “Fuck, Namjoon, please—“

He wholeheartedly spanks your ass and grabs onto your ass cheek to dig his fingers into your flesh, he even throws his head back and a grunt escapes his lips when you keep clenching around him. “You’re gonna make me cum baby.”

“Please don’t stop.” You twist the bed sheets into your fists and your toes even curl, he grabs your hair into his hand and pulls you closer so your back meets his chest, he devours into your ear and whispers. “Aren’t you a little too greedy huh?” You can hear a smirk in his words, he reaches his other hand to rub your clit while still pounding inside you, his torso continuously slamming against your ass, at this point you’re positive someone may have heard you through these thin walls.

Your knot finally snaps and you feel your stomach relax as you release down his cock, his name escapes your mouth and it’s barely heard but it makes him even fuck you faster through your orgasm, your clenching gets worse around his dick as you’re creaming on him, he’s only a split second after you as he starts shooting out his load inside you, your chest heaves up and down as it feels so fucking good to be filled to the brim by Namjoon.

“Fuck—“ There’s no time to panic and think about what he just did, he’s releasing harder than ever inside you, this is something he secretly wanted to do long time ago but he thought that there may be certain outcomes that might make him regret his decision now.

A little laugh escapes your mouth as you turn on your back with his cock still inside you, he mirrors your laugh and looks down to see the mess before pulling out of you, both of your eyes watch your stretched cunt release Namjoon’s juices mixed with yours in awe, you can’t believe this just happened and you can’t believe that you actually enjoyed it.

He leans down to clean you with his own mouth, licking the juices off of you which makes you flinch and whimper, you’re too sore for anything more. He climbs up to share it with you and it tastes heavenly, your lips melt together in a soft kiss as he presses his body against yours.

His eyes travel between yours and he feels himself so close to saying it, he’s not sure if it’s the sex that just happened or what, but it’s so close to escape his mouth and he holds it back.

There will be a right time to say it, and he can’t wait.

[7ndipity]

Finding Their S/o Reading Fanfic

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How the members would react to discovering that their S/o recently started reading Bts fanfic

Warnings: swearing, crack

A/N: Thanks to @princesspalaka for this request!

Masterlist

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Jin: Lowkey horrified at first when he accidentally catches sight of it over your shoulder and is like “What are you READING?!” bc he assumes it’s all just like smut fics. Still slightly confused after you explain more it more to him, like why would you read that when you have the real thing right here?? He lets you have your fun tho, like who cares so long as it’s nothing too crazy.

Yoongi: Honestly not that phased, tbh. Like he knows it’s a thing, he’s even read and written some(not his own necessarily, but-), he’s mostly just judging you for your trope preferences honestly, lol.

Hobi: Lowkey horrified pt.2, tho that’s mostly bc Tae’s traumatized him by sending him smut or smth in the past. Finds out when you make a joking comment about it over dinner or smth and just freezes like “why?!” Once you show him that there’s more than just kinky smut out there tho, he’s kinda into it and thinks some of it’s pretty cute.

Namjoon: Doesn’t say much about it when he finds out, but you can tell he’s lowkey judging you a little. He ends up asking about what you were reading later tho when his curiosity gets the better of him, and then gets pulled into the story with you. “What the fuck was up with part 6?!”

Jimin: Doesn’t necessarily mind that much, but he will tease you and make jokes about it for the rest of your lives. Like, anytime that you want to try something new for like date night or smth, he’s just like “Did you get this from a fanfic?”

Taehyung: Spots you reading and gets soo excited like “Wait, I follow this blog!” Immediately joins you and starts reading along. He knows and actively follows multiple writers on different sites(I know you’re lurking on here, mf👀, drop your @), and sends you his favorites now that he knows you’re into them too.

Jungkook: Starts out teasing you until he gets a little too detailed with his jokes and lets slip that he's actually read some(a lot) of them before. After that, it just turns into the two of you discussing favorite five and tropes you like/dislike.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @a-gayish-unicorn @dfqcsqueen @mother2monsters @comingupwithacoolnameishard @universal-travel-er @bo0o0o0ooo @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

[btsficsandsuch]

Comfort Person

You overhear Yoongi talking about how clingy you are but he doesn’t know the reason why. When you distance yourself he starts to worry.

You stood outside Yoongi’s studio door preparing to let yourself in with the code he had given you a few months ago. You had a bag full of food for the two of you, something you did often. The two of you had been friends for several years but just recently started dating. Just as you were about to knock you heard voices going back and forth. You recognized Yoongi’s voice and you also heard Namjoon and Hoseok. You figured they were discussing work and you didn’t want to interrupt so you went to go sit in the lounge down the hall and give them some privacy. You were about to walk away when you heard your name. Of course curiosity got the best of you and you decided to listen in on the conversation.

“Man I am starving. You’re so lucky that Y/N brings you food all the time.”, Namjoon spoke. “Yeah seriously and she’s always checking in on you. I hope one day I have someone that cares about me like that.”, Hobi said. You smiled at their kind words. Yoongi spoke, “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” His words stung a little. You thought he appreciated it. “Uh oh trouble in paradise already?”, Namjoon asked. You could hear Yoongi sigh, “Not really. I just didn’t expect Y/N to be this clingy and needy once we became official. I mean I love being around her but she spends every night in my studio with me and she doesn’t even knock. She just lets herself in. I gave her the code for emergencies but I kind of regret it now. She comes to the dorm and is practically on top of me the whole time and then she just invites herself to spend the night. She steals all of my clothes. She constantly texts me all day. I just need some space but I don’t want to hurt her feelings.”

Wow. All of this just hit you like a truck. You knew you were a little clingy with him and it did get worse once you started dating because you felt more comfortable but you didn’t think he hated it that much. Yoongi was your comfort person. Whenever your anxiety got bad or you just had a bad day you felt so much better being around him. You didn’t want him to feel so negatively towards you so you decided that you would stop the clinginess and give him some space. You left the bag of food sitting outside his door and went home.

Yoongi checked his phone and saw the time said 1:17am. Then he noticed there were no new texts or calls from you. It was odd. He knew you’d be asleep already so why hadn’t you texted him. He just assumed you must’ve fallen asleep and left it at that. He couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of hurt though as you’d never fallen asleep before saying goodnight before.

Over the next week you did your best to give Yoongi his space. You only texted him if he texted you first. You were currently on your way to his studio for the first time this week. He had texted you asking if you’d bring him his hoodie that he had left at your place. Standing in-front of his door you were about to let yourself in when you remembered what he said so you knocked instead. When he finally opened his door he was surprised to see you. “Y/N why did you knock? Did you forget the code?”, he said with a little laugh. You shook your head, “No I just didn’t want to interrupt if you were busy.” You handed him his hoodie and turned to walk away but he stopped you, “Aren’t you going to stay? I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.” “No I have some errands to run before the rain comes.”, you lied. Really you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and never let go but you were doing this for him. He stood watching you walk away. He knew something was off.

The following day you got a text from Jungkook inviting you to a movie night at the dorm. You thought about passing but ultimately decided that it might be good for you to get out of your apartment and be around your friends.

You knocked on the door of the dorm and Jin invited you in, “Yoongi is in his room.” You smiled knowing he assumed you’d want to go right to him but you were still giving him space. Instead you sat at the dining room table next to Jimin and waited for dinner to be ready. You didn’t realize how cold it was so you didn’t bring a jacket and you were freezing. Usually you’d go grab one of Yoongi’s hoodies but remembering what he said you asked Jin if you could have one of his instead. He happily handed you the fluffy pink hoodie and you quickly put it on.

Jin had let Yoongi know that the food was ready and to come eat. He was shocked when he walk into the room and saw you already sitting there smiling and having a conversation with Jimin. “When did you get here?”, he asked you before sitting down. “Umm maybe like 30 minutes ago.”, you said not wanting to make eye contact. Yoongi looked visibly hurt, “Why didn’t you come say hi and let me know you were here? And why are you wearing Jin’s hoodie? I have a closet full of them that you could’ve gone through.” You just shrugged, “I didn’t want to bother you.”

Yoongi ate his meal in silence. He wasn’t sure why you were all of a sudden being so distant. He thought back to all of the interactions you two had over the last month. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Once dinner was over and the kitchen cleaned up everyone made their way to the living room to watch a movie.

Yoongi took his usual spot on the couch leaving a space next to him. He had your favorite fluffy blanket in his lap and he was ready for some much needed cuddling. To his dismay instead of walking right over to him like you would usually do you stood at the door looking around the room like you were deciding where to sit. You remembered the comment he made about you always being on top of him at the dorms so you were looking for somewhere else to sit. “Noona aren’t you going to sit next to Hyung? There’s a seat open.”, Jungkook said smiling at you. Not wanting to make things even more awkward you nodded a thank you and took the seat next to Yoongi making sure to leave as much space as you could between the two of you. He offered you the blanket but you declined telling him you were a little warm. Yoongi new you were lying but chose to let it go.

After the movie you said your goodbyes and watched the boys run off to their rooms. You went to the kitchen to make sure all of the food was properly put away. Once that was done you made your way to the front door and started putting your shoes on. Yoongi appeared with a frown, “Y/N it’s really late and quite cold outside. Why dont you just spend the night here?” You wanted so badly to get in his bed and feel his warmth and comfort. You needed it now more than ever but you could still hear his words in your head. You shook your head, “No it’s okay. I’ve got some things to do early in the morning.”

Yoongi was starting to get worried. This wasn’t like you at all. “Y/N what’s going on? Are you cheating on me? Or do you just not love me any more? Whatever it is you can tell me.”, he said slightly raising his voice. Hearing him get loud sent you into complete panic mode. You didn’t know what he wanted from you at this point. You feel like no matter what you did you were wrong and next thing you knew you were sobbing into his chest.

He pulled you into his room to get some privacy. Sitting you on the bed he started wiping away the tears, “Y/N please talk to me. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s wrong.” You waited a few minutes to calm yourself down. “The other day I was going to bring you food but I heard you telling Namjoon and Hobi about how clingy and needy I am and you wanted space so I decided to give you that space.”, you said between sobs. “Oh Y/N I’m so sorry. I was having such a bad couple days and I felt so awful that I was being forced to ignore you. I was just saying dumb stuff. I didn’t mean any of it.”, he said while rubbing circles on your back.

You wiped some of the tears way, “No I’m sorry. I was clingy and needy. You’re my comfort person. I feel better when I’m with you. I don’t feel as anxious or sad so I tried to be around you as much as I could to make myself feel better. I was being selfish because I wasn’t thinking about what you wanted or how you felt. I’m glad I heard you. I just wish you would’ve talked to me instead.”

Yoongi lifted your chin so you could look at him, “No don’t be sorry Y/N. I’ll be your comfort person. I’ll be whatever you need. You can sit on my lap 24/7 if it makes you feel better. Honestly, after this last week I realized just how much I need you too.” You rested your head on his shoulder while he wrapped you in a hug and you instantly felt better. “Are you going to spend the night? I think we could both use a good night of cuddling.” You smiled and nodded your head. You watched Yoongi walk over to his closet and grab a tshirt and a hoodie. He walked back over and handed them to you, “Here, please put these on and throw Jin’s hoodie out in the hallway. I don’t even want it in here.” You giggled while taking the clothes and doing as he said (Minus the hoodie part since Jin was nice enough to lend it to you. You folded it and placed it neatly in front of his door instead but Yoongi didn’t have to know that).

You crawled in bed where Yoongi was waiting with open arms. You rested your head on his chest while he held you close. “I love you Y/N.”You felt love, you felt happiness, you felt warmth, you felt comfort. “I love you too.”

[alphabetboyluvr]

HUSH | MYG - SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: rockstar!yoongi x female reader | mutual disdain - lovers (but also strangers - lovers? kinda?)

Welcome to Hush. We're the dating app that brings it all back; Y2K style. Forget catfishes, filters, and facetune - It's all about 'ASL?', character limits, and screaming into your pillow at 4am, after finaaaaally sending that goodnight text to your crush. Hush is the place to share your secrets. You're anonymous until you choose not to be - so what are you waiting for?! Go forth and multiply, Hush hottie! And by multiply, we mean your Hush crushes, of course! Hush users that match your preferences will automatically be added to your very own Secret Circle. We do the hard work for you (you're welcome), but it's up to you to turn your Hush crush into a secret worth keeping. Our lips are sealed, so yours don't have to be.

genre / tropes: okay, where to start with this one lmao, sexting! and i mean... a lot of sexting (so much sexting oc will probably get early-onset arthritis in her thumbs), yoongi is a dick, he also hates nepotism, and in turn, you. oh yeah, you're jin's sister, you work with the band on tour. jin, yoongi, tae, jk and joon are in The Scouts aka the hottest band since sliced bread. jimin is their tour manager, hobi works up in the head office (he's sleazy and i love him). slight love triangle, one-near-footjob (and counting!), eventual smut, a little angst, dating app that is exclusively for celebrities / people in the public eye, one incredibly inconvenient pairing, yoongi calls the oc clementine / clemmie and it's cuter than it sounds, idk how else to explain this, mistaken identity i guess? although not really? look, just read it lol. smut warnings will be on chapters individually!!

wordcount: x (will be somewhere between 80-120k)

soundtrack: x

start date: 2023.08.31 (originally posted early 2022)

minors dni // originally posted to wattpad

NOTE FROM HOLLY // hush is uploaded to wattpad in shorter chapters that i then combine for updates on tumblr (as are most of my fics!!)

CONTEXT // pls read these before the story

THE SCOUTS - meet the band HUSH - meet the app

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TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

[stopaskinf]

Ideas of poly bts x reader:

Dating and eventually getting married to Namjoon and jungkook being upset because he liked him first. However, the more time Jungkook spends with you, the more he begins to develop feelings for you as well.

Hobi getting a partner who’s basically a carbon copy of him. Yoongi gets attached to you both, but prefers to watch yall blossom from the sidelines. That is until you start leaving him little hints of wanting a third.

V, Jimin, and Jungkook decide to stop making you the fourth wheel and let you join the poly fun.

Next door neighbors Namjin who live a picturesque life. It makes you sick how in love they are, especially when you start developing feelings for the house husband Jin. Although, he has been very friendly as of late.