#this is some park jimin level shit

[lunarriviera]

um okay i now understand how guangguang could play a gong so convincingly even tho he was presumably like 22 years old, the man throws his entire body into the air like rent is due and flying will pay him money. no wonder he's completely self-possessed i'm in awe

[flying at 2:10]

[7waystreet]

legacies | ch.8

synopsis — a fiery (y/n) newly enters a university campus dominated by the three trust fund brats. she’s not going to take their shit and they’re not going to let her off so easily either. will this rivalry evolve into friendship, lust or love?

genre — college, angst, friendship, love, slow burn

disclaimer — 18+ strong language & sexual content

chapter index:

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | coming soon

ch.8

"You both probably have no idea why I've called you in here this evening."

Well...

You do have a strong suspicion, especially knowing who's sitting next to you in that moment, this situation only likely sparking up as a result of your secret dealings outside the campus grounds this past week. But you just sit there quietly not voicing any opinions, letting professor Jung navigate the conversation instead, which is taking place in his small office at the back of the dance studio. Jimin, however, who's sitting upright in the chair adjacent to you, seems completely clueless and even slightly worried based on his tense demeanor, his widened eyes cautiously inspecting the dance teacher with bated breath.

"I received a call from Mr. Park this afternoon..." professor Jung continues explaining, a conspicuous smile now gleaming on his face. "... And he's given his permission to let Jimin participate in the annual intercollegiate dance competition!"

"Wait... WHAT?! NO WAY!" Jimin promptly yelps as he jerks up in his chair, his palm slapping up to his mouth in utter shock before a happy chuckle trots out of him. "How did you even convince my dad, professor Jung?!"

"I didn't have to do any convincing. The decision came straight from him" the dance teacher beams brilliantly with his dimples, his attention now gradually shifting from Jimin to you.

It's right then when Jimin seems to realize you're also present in the room, the expressions on his overjoyed face swiftly deviating from happiness back to puzzlement. "So why is she here?" he points at you with a fluster, indeed a valid question on his part, but you still endure the burning silence, not wanting to reveal too much about anything.

"Mr. Park's agreed to let Jimin participate only if his grades remain unaffected. And he specifically requested for you, (y/n), to help Jimin with his studies. I apologize... I do understand this is a lot to ask from you" professor Jung speaks directly to you this time, a remorseful undertone laced with a plea in his inquiring voice.

He has nothing to be sorry for though as you're the one who'd brought this upon yourself, your fortuitous conversation with Mr. Park still freshly etched in your mind. The prominent man had already grown a liking towards you during your first week at the part-time job, surprisingly developing a respect for you and your ideas while you worked closely together with his secretary. It was just yesterday when you'd kindly asked him if you could leave the office an hour early to study for an upcoming exam, explaining in detail how your late night dance team practices were cutting into your time for school work, pressuring you into making some adjustments to your schedule.

"Of course you can take off early, (y/n). Exams come first! If only my son gave the same level of importance to his education" Mr. Park had hung his head with shaken disappointment, only to look up at you in a glimmer when you'd challenged him to view things a bit differently.

"If you don't mind, Sir... I don't think you give Jimin enough credit for his accomplishments."

"And what accomplishments would these be?" Mr. Park had posed, not offended by your brash statement at all, instead appearing attentive to hear your praise for his son, who he clearly thought was a failure for not following in his own business-minded footsteps.

"It's because of Jimin's impressive ability to dance that our university's won the intercollegiate competition 3 years in a row, a milestone no one's ever achieved in the past. Isn't that what every parent wants in their child? For them to actually be passionate about something and excel at it? You might not approve of Jimin's love for dance, but that doesn't make him any less amazing at it. He's the best at what he does... There's nobody better than him."

"But how far can he even get in life with dance? It all sounds exciting at your age, but the real world doesn't work that way. I thought a smart girl like you would surely have understood this."

"Sir, have you considered how much further Jimin will be able to go if you just once show him a hint of support for his passion? It will mean a lot to him coming from his father. At least give him a chance to try achieving his dreams."

Mr. Park had placed his hand on his chin, frivolously rubbing it as he took a while to think, finally meeting your eyes with shocking humility. "Can you ensure Jimin's doing well in his classes if I allow him to dance?" Mr. Park had suddenly sprung the unexpected assignment.

"It's not a lot to ask, professor Jung. I can help Jimin with his studies if that means he can be on the team" you respond similarly to the request in present time, the dance teacher's face muscles instantly relaxing at the sound of your willingness.

"Why the hell would dad put her up to this when he knows we're not even in the same classes, let alone in the same school year? I mean, she's two years younger than me! This doesn't make any sense at all."

"But I'm not complaining, am I? Why are you getting so worked up over it?"

"Because it's unfair to you. You're already busy with your own school work, the dance team practices at night, and you're also interning at my dad's company..." Jimin's voice trails off as if he's hitting an unanticipated realization, his shimmering eyes now sharply turning in your direction to search your face for the truth.

"I told you I can handle it. Would that be all then, professor Jung?" you sternly stand up to leave, not granting Jimin the time to even open his mouth in retaliation, or worse, precisely question you about your involvement in the matter, which he's seemingly recognizing by the minute.

"Yes. I just want to thank you again for committing your time to this, (y/n). We really need Jimin on our team to ensure that win, and now our chances of bringing home the trophy are looking solid. If you ever need assistance with anything, I'm always happy to help. And so will your other professors, I'm sure."

Flashing a faint smile at the elated teacher and totally ignoring Jimin, you hastily exit the office and pace across the dance studio two steps at a time, forcing the metal doors open with all your strength, then deciding to take the longer route back to your dormitory instead of the usual shortcut. However, Jimin eventually catches up to you by the end of the hallway in a breathless sprint. "(y/n)! Hey, stop! WAIT!"

"I really have to get to the library, Jimin. I need to study for—"

But the way Jimin swoops up in front of you compels you to stop short in your rambling sentences, your body banging into his chest from his sudden presence up ahead. It's quite apparent you're hiding something by how your eyes fail to meet his penetrative ones, all while he refuses to move out of your way, your faces just inches from one another in the lonely hallway.

"How did you convince my dad? I know you must've said something to him at work... Why would you do that for me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

You certainly feel cornered as Jimin coarsely sighs with a hint of agitation while you fidget with your feet in an awkward silence, but you figure you've got no choice now but to delve into the discussion the way he's standing his ground with arms crossed across his chest, successfully trapping you with no way to back out of this instance.

"I just had a brief conversation with Mr. Park about your passion for dance and how he should try giving you a chance to pursue this career—"

"But how are you okay with the way he's basically forcing you to be my tutor in exchange for that? It's so not fair to you! You barely know him and what a manipulative bastard he can be. You shouldn't have accepted the deal and you still have time to change your mind. Why are you even doing this for me?"

"I'm doing this for you the same reason you're pissed at him for doing this to me" you blurt out, instantly wishing you'd thought a little before coming up with this response but it's too late, now covertly hoping Jimin catches on by putting some thought into your words.

"I don't understand..."

You're not even sure why you're feeling embarrassed at the thought of having to explicitly say it out loud, a tinge of pink blossoming your cheeks as you nervously lock eyes with Jimin's twinkling ones. Why do you have to spell it all out for him? How can boys be so emotionally incompetent sometimes?

"The Jimin I met when I started school wouldn't have felt angry for any inconveniences I'd have to experience for him. So let me ask you this — Why do you feel pissed that I have to pile on more work in exchange for you getting back on the dance team? The one thing you so desperately wanted over everything? It's a win-win for you. The trophy and a tutor. So why are you even bothered?"

Jimin's clearly lost in thought now, his wavering eyes searching the wall behind you as if the answers are somehow painted on there. The way his cheeks kick up in a red heat all of a sudden makes your heart skip a beat, an indication that he's coming close to working out his feelings for you by detangling the web of questions you'd so distinctly spun on him.

"Because it's unfair. And well... because I guess I care about you" his plump rosy lips press together, his entire body tensing up as he's unknowingly holding his breath.

"I guess I care about you too."

Despite the palpable embarrassment in the lone night's silence, your smiling eyes meet one another for a fleeting second of shared acknowledgement before you begin making your way back to your dormitory weaving the winding corridors. The truth was that through this tumultuous time being at the university, you'd both somewhere, deep down, grown to care about each other. Something had subconsciously changed between you both after you'd spent those vulnerable moments holding hands at the basketball court late that night, battling your personal failures together in quiet company.

The way you'd leaped up to defend Jimin in front of his father, and the way Jimin had felt angered by the unfair way you'd been treated spoke volumes about how you'd evolved in your relationship for the better, even before you both could come to your senses about these harboring feelings.

Tap.

The rustle of a crumpled up sheet of paper landing on your desk catches your attention as you're packing up your bag after your music theory class's dismissal. Upon scanning your eyes across the emptying lecture hall for the source of the mischief, you notice Jungkook leaning against the back wall intently observing you. He playfully points at the ball of paper as if urging you to take a look at it, so you roll your eyes and turn around to open it and sneak a peek.

"My birthday party's this weekend. Invite only."

"I see..." you briefly skim through the flyer which lists out the date, time and outfit expectations, amongst some other event related details.

"Am I allowed to come near you? Or is the invisible restraining order still in action?" Jungkook jokes in an attempt to gage your mood, carefully throwing no direct insults your way, which doesn't go unnoticed and makes you smile to yourself.

"The invite doesn't mention the location. Where are you hosting it?" you quickly hide your smile and turn around to face Jungkook again, giving him permission to come closer with a wave of your hand.

"Have you ever even gone to a college party, (y/n)? We're underaged so I'm not gonna go sharing the address on a flyer in case we get busted" Jungkook laughs, clearly happy you're allowing this conversation to happen in the first place, the pep in his step apparent as he makes his way over to your desk. "It's at Taehyung hyung and Jimin hyung's suite in the upperclassmen boys tower."

"Oh..."

Jungkook observes the sudden frown weighing down your lips, the boy astonishing you with his newfound attentiveness next. "Still fighting with Taehyung hyung?"

"I haven't spoken to him since I went off on him about his evil ways. How's he doing?" you steal the chance to check up on Taehyung.

Despite his cruel betrayal, Taehyung hadn't left your mind since you last saw him, the confrontation you'd planned in your dormitory replaying over and over again in your head at odd times, much to your dislike. Even if Taehyung seemingly hadn't given a fuck about you and had pretended to be your friend, you did care for him that entire time and still missed having that naive version of him around, as much as you hated to admit it. It was just going to be very difficult to trust him again if the opportunity to become real friends ever popped up in the future.

"Oh, he's not really been himself, that's for sure. He's begun acting the way he did after his dad died, withdrawn mostly. What did you even say to him? Jimin hyung and I've been getting a bit concerned. Maybe you could try talking to him? I don't know, he always seemed cheerful around you."

"He was pretending to be cheerful around me, Jeon. That was the whole point of his plan.. to fool me into believing we were friends. I don't even know what he's really like, now that I think about it."

"I know, but he's been scary lately. He clearly needs some type of intervention so I just thought maybe he'd be willing to speak with you. I don't think he feels like opening up to Jimin hyung or me about whatever this is."

"I guess I can try meeting him this week. Thanks for letting me know and for the suggestion... By the way, are you sure you're the same Jeon Jungkook I met on my first day here? Helping me and shit? It's like I don't even know who you are anymore" you fondly chuckle at Jungkook's intuitive side shining through. It was refreshing to have a normal conversation with him, almost therapeutic, as you felt some kind of weight lifted off of your mind about the confrontation with Taehyung.

"I'm full of surprises" Jungkook smirks as you smile in return and begin walking by his side out of the classroom, the sun beaming brightly in the courtyard reflecting both of your matching happy moods. "So you coming to my party?"

"I guess I'll stop by for a bit!"

"Awesome. Also, my real birthday's the day after tomorrow, we're only celebrating it on the weekend. So I'll be expecting two presents from you" Jungkook smartly giggles, your brows immediately raising up in question.

"What do you even gift a rich brat like you who pretty much has everything in the world? Any requests that a commoner like myself can afford?"

Jungkook suddenly stops in his steps after hearing your comment and turns to face you directly, his big bambi eyes gazing deeply in yours, a hint of sorrow lingering in his cast as he mentions "Your friendship. That's all."

He waves goodbye with a sweet smile that travels up to his pretty eyes, slowly turning around and walking away from you as you remain painfully rooted to your spot. You can't help but accept Jungkook has finally begun growing on you, his sincere comment unknowingly touching your heart and leaving you wanting more.

You'd left Taehyung a couple of texts and even called him a few times, all to be ignored by him for over an entire day. It was close to 10pm the day after speaking with Jungkook about Taehyung's wellbeing, the usual time you'd start heading down to the dance studio for competition practice. But your mind's stuck on Taehyung with an uncomfortable buildup of worry, unable to stray away and focus on anything else.

With the brimming anxiousness you're feeling in your chest, you hurriedly decide to walk over to Taehyung's suite to check whether he's okay, if he's even there, before navigating your way down to the dance studio. Call it intuition or a gut feeling, but the moment you knock on his door and watch it swing open, a wave of gratitude hits you like a truck knowing you did the right thing by resolving to visit him.

"Oh... what are you- you doing he- here?"

The sight breaks your heart into a million pieces. Taehyung appears thoroughly disheveled, unlike you could've ever imagined — his unkempt hair sticking out in random places, his usual pouty lips cracked and colorless, the bags under his eyes alarming. His entire face scrunches up when the bright corridor lights swim into the pitch black apartment behind him. He's in a set of pajamas but it doesn't even look like he got ready or left his place at all today. He's clearly sloshed from the lingering stench of whiskey on his breath and from the way he'd slurred his words upon your arrival.

"I texted and called you many times since yesterday but you hadn't replied, so I came to see if you were okay."

"Oh, I'm splendid" Taehyung sloppily smiles with his eyes closed, his tongue clearly heavy and his speech impaired, his tall figure swaying to the side before he presses his forehead against the door.

Without even asking for permission, you walk straight inside with a surge of concern ripping up your chest, Taehyung not really noticing you anyways until you hold him by the shoulders and kick the door shut. Gently guiding him over to the couch and sitting him down while he incoherently grunts, you quietly get a glass of water from the kitchen behind him and turn on a dim stove light for more visibility, also to not directly irritate Taehyung's eyes. He huffs like a child when you hold the glass of water to his mouth but reluctantly gulps it down, eyes still closed and neck now resting back on the sofa as you place the empty glass on a table nearby.

Gonna miss practice. Taehyung's not doing well. I'm with him at your place. Don't worry but come straight back when you're finished at the studio.

You quickly shoot Jimin a text to inform him of your absence, and thank God for how you and Jimin are on good terms so you don't have to deal with his wrath for skipping practice. You now focus your attention back to Taehyung who's begun randomly humming, clearly way too drunk, and you suspect probably high as well based on the light waft of weed drifting through the apartment.

Scooting closer to Taehyung on the couch, you carefully lift up his heavy, lifeless arm and curl it around your shoulder, tightly wrapping both of your arms around his torso after and lightly resting your head on his chest. The overwhelming feeling of sadness seeing your once closest friend here in this condition, mixed with a pang of guilt for never checking up on him after your fight, edges you to the brink of tears, the only thing your heart wanting to do in that moment being holding him close, letting him know he's not alone.

A minute goes by, silent tears flowing down your cheeks and wetting his soft white shirt when Taehyung's motionless arm around your shoulder finally grips you and pulls you in even closer, his cheek resting on the top of your head, his lips pressed on your hair. You feel his entire body vibrating as he begins sobbing, and all you can do then is continue embracing him tightly, allowing him to get it all out, and be there for him to share his pain in those passing moments.

It feels like an hour's gone by but both you and Taehyung just sit there on the couch hugging each other, both quietly crying for different reasons with no words spoken, but certainly lessening each other's burdens. You end up pulling yourself together much before he does, but you don't move an inch until he's gradually calmed himself down, only choosing to tilt your head back a little and look up at his face once his breathing stabilizes as close to normal as you could've guessed.

"Have you eaten anything today? Want me to order jjajangmyeon for us from your favorite spot?"

"Yeah, that'd be great" Taehyung croaks, eyes still closed while pulling in a sniffle to clear his sinuses.

A burst of energy recharges you seeing Taehyung respond positively to your proposal, a relief now that his speech sounds more coherent, although you've never seen him appear so exhausted. With him accepting the idea to eat a filling meal, you're sure he'll feel a lot better after, and with that, you slowly let yourself out of the embrace and grab your phone, quickly placing 3 jjajangmyeon orders through the app, an extra one for Jimin when he returns back from dance practice.

After another couple of glasses of water, Taehyung seems much more awake, his eyes ultimately opening up and taking in your full sight for the first time since you'd arrived. You greet him with a small smile but he just blankly stares at you, his eyes empty and void of the charm they so usually radiantly carry, his gaze lowering down to the carpet as he questions "What made you come here tonight?"

"Oh, I mentioned earlier how I'd left you texts and calls but you hadn't replied for a day, so I just got worried. It's unlike you to not even respond."

"I think my phone ran out of battery so I probably didn't even get half the things you sent."

After asking Taehyung if he remembers where he left his phone and quickly locating it by the tub in the restroom, you put it on charge, crack a window open for some fresh cool night air, and settle down on the couch again. At once when you're back sitting next to him, Taehyung instantly tumbles out "Why did you even worry for me? I thought you hated me."

"I don't hate you. And we don't have to talk about this right now. Let's just get you better first—"

"No. I need to know."

You can't help but sigh, your lips shaking a bit by the way Taehyung's somber eyes meet yours and helplessly wait for a reply, urging you to share your concise yet truthful feelings.

"You were always my friend, Taehyung. I never stopped caring for you. Even if you didn't feel the same things for me."

Taehyung's downturned lips quiver uncontrollably at those words, his swollen nose pulling in another sniffle before he mumbles out "I'm sorry", struggling to hold himself back from another sob.

"I know you're sorry. I don't hold any grudges against you. We'll be fine with time" you reassure him with a comforting tone of voice, placing your hand on top of his and giving it a squeeze. He presses his lips together to stop them from quivering and nods in acknowledgment, resting his head back on the sofa without letting go of your hand.

A few more soundless minutes pass you by, the only noise breaking it being Taehyung's stomach rumbling with hunger here and there. You know for a fact you're not leaving him alone until Jimin comes back, but at the same time your mind's zooming with ideas on how you can help Taehyung pull himself out of this dangerous slope he's heading towards, until a seemingly considerate idea pops up in your head and you decide to voice it.

"How'd you feel if we went to a support group meeting for grief and dealing with the loss of a loved one? We'll go together. I want you to get better, Taehyung. I'm not going to allow you to fall even harder using alcohol and drugs. I know you're better than this."

Taehyung doesn't move or say anything in response, but you're sure he's heard you, so you give him some time to process what you'd just suggested. A knock on the door breaks the silence, temporarily divulging your attention to the visitor. A quick glance at the time and you know it couldn't have been Jimin, the practice usually running longer than this, but a soothing feeling relaxes your mind when you accept the food delivery at the door and begin unpacking the containers on the kitchen counter.

What you're unaware of is how Taehyung's dull eyes are only set on you ever since you'd gotten up from the couch, admiringly following you around and gratefully observing the way you're going out of your way to take care of him, even after everything he'd put you through, only a few hushed words despairingly escaping his mouth once you bring the jjajangmyeon over to him with a smile.

"I'll go with you. Thank you for saving me tonight, (y/n)."

[pod-together]

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Emojis as a Love Language (방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS) written by strangecobwebs, performed by celli Summary: Hoseok has a crush on Park Jimin from Payroll. He is super chill about it. Really.

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[not-goldy]

Sometimes I wish Jimin stop being so secretive on cam and basically a wallflower. I wish he speaks up more and calls out BS immediately, especially during lives like JK/Tae or Joon does or is it because he doesn't get much wierd comments 🤔. Also stop being so fucking humble.. like sir you are a history maker, everything you release are organic hits, have a huge fanbase, your bdays are celebrated as Christmas day, why tf would you think you don't even deserve a music show win ?????? Own your success and skills please 🤧

And I also wish JK stop being so impulsive, saying and doing absolute dumbest things 🤧 sometimes he sounds like those cocky boys who will say they'll make you come thrice in a row and will climax within 2 seconds lol. He's so cocky; knows he's hot and his impact but at the same time he still don't know what he really needs. So I wish he becomes more mature and get his shit together asap

Maybe if they use share these qualities a bit with each other it will be fine lol. JK sharing some of his cockiness with Jimin so he can go 'yeah that me, Park Jimin' bitches 💅' and Jimin sharing some of his level headness with JK, so he can think before doing and saying some things 🥲

Idk how they are even navigating through their relationship when both are on opposite ends of attitude and lifestyles, like is that even possible ? Won't both parties get sick of each other soon? ... or maybe like you said JK is the freedom Jimin is craving for and Jimin is the leash JK very much needed 🤷‍♀️

Set me free was liberating for me and I think Jungkook too cos he stamped his approval on it like you could tell Jimin frustrates him sometimes with the kill them with kindness vibes he has going on.

And I know Jimin is not a push over too cos there's some really hard core ghettoness buried deep inside his slytherine heart- he is the master of self control cos I'll be getting canceled every second if I were him🥲🥲🥲

I'll be dropping mid night rants talking bout yall could never be me😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hash tag jealous

Hash tag up in your man's arms 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And he lowkey be shading too but we don't talk about that🥲

He's constantly trolling haters posting Jungkook shirtless, leaning on him kissing up on him daring yall to come for Kook if he's your mans💔💔💔💔

This literally him on these streets he eats and wink

Shade is cool Jimin but throw the damn tree too🤣

They are both fascinating.

Oh lord not 2 seconds 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

You is going to hell for that😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Not gonna lie, I do enjoy his chaotic character most times. I'm big on diversity. If everyone acted the same way they'd be boring as hell plus I like my BTS a tad crackheads🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

JUNGKOOK'S a vibe. Not many idols like him. He be be tanking on the idol part sometimes- I don't think he even sees or thinks of himself as an idol😭😭🤣🤣

An idol is a whole personna carefully curated to appeal to an audience- when I tell you Jungkook ain't curating shit for no one and to please no one😭😭😭😭😭

Tell him to do aigoo I dare ya🤣🤣🤣😭😭😭😭

Sometimes I just play his memes and sleep. It's the new Netflix and chill for me.

Doesn't take himself too too serious, easy going non judgemental, quirky😭😭😭

And he is very relatable. We all don't say the right things all the time, or do the right things and overthink everything.

Some people don't find that attractive in Idols but I like it. That that I like that

Im a bit of a crack head myself so.... anywho

For an idol, yea perhaps he could be a bit more controlled and polished but not too much cos then he'd lose relatability and seem outta touch.

Frankly I think they are both perfect as they are💀

I wouldn't change much but you are right they both could influence eachother a bit and they do TRUST. 💜

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

I blocked 11 accounts today because I logged into tumblr after days and wanted to see what Jimin has been upto and his hashtags were polluted with random Jikook ship stuff. It was so annoying. Some lewser claiming the youngest doesn’t think of JM as the best dancer or handsome but thinks of him as his beloved. I threw up internally and physically had a visceral reaction, ngl. Good lord, does it not make you ashamed to write the other half of your ship isn’t as talented as the group but that’s okay because the maknae loves him? What god level image do you have of JK that you can only appreciate JM because he likes him? “It doesn’t matter if JM isn’t the best dancer coz JK looks at him like he hung the stars”???? Who the fk died made JK the lord of judgements? IDC what his opinion is. I need my guy to get his flowers. Have they ever thought of Park Motherfkn Jimin as an artist? I need them to go extinct. I don’t care for shipping, you do you. But to never acknowledge their artistry is a sickness.

Someone sent me a link to the post, so yeah I saw it.

My opinion's still the same as when he went on and on during a live about Taehyung being the most handsome/beautiful (I don't remember the korean word he used for it) person he's ever seen. And at the time jikookers were trying to find excuses but I said; I know it's normal to think other people are more beautiful than your partner; it can happen, we're not always going to date the most incredible looking person on earth, and that's okay. What is not ok to me is go live to millions of people and say "his best friend is the most good looking person I've ever seen". If you're in a relationship, you can't just say that your partner's best friend takes your breath away like...

Jungkook has never thought Jimin was the best in the group at anything. At least he's never said it and he never will. Once too, they went to that show where they had to write something they wanted to hear from another member and Jungkook wanted to hear "you're a good dancer" from Hoseok. And he wanted to hear from him because he respects Hoseok as a dancer and wanted his approval. So I do think he means it when he says Hoseok is the best dancer to him.

I guess what's annoying about shippers is

1) that Jimin actually talks about Jungkook like he's the best in a lot of stuff. He's talked a lot about looking to him for help in singing, and has even said Jungkook is a better dancer than him even when everyone knows that's not true. Jimin goes as far as including Jungkook in the "visual" line, even though the official narrative is Jin and V are, so he'd be okay if he just said vjin. But Jimin is actually a person with a defined personality that doesn't compromise his morals or opinions for others. So if he thinks Jungkook is good looking as V and Jin, he will just say so. And yet all those things fly over jikookers heads. They'll ignore all that and will tirelessly go back to the one time Jungkook compliments Jimin to make up for all the other times he could've, but didn't.

2) that they can't just acknowledge and accept it. They have to write ten thousand excuses and turn everything into a romance novel to make it seem like yes, Jungkook is saying this or that but secretly he thinks different. Secretly, he thinks the world of Jimin and Jimin only. Secretly, he would never think anyone is better than Jimin.

Just the amount of coping.

As I've said once before too, it's gotten to the point where not only they scramble to find reasons (beyond skinship) to think that they're dating, but also to make Jungkook the kind of boyfriend they think he is. They can't just be like "okay jikook might be dating and Jungkook is kind of a piece of shit for saying this or doing that". No. They have to turn everything around and write stuff like "he hung the stars on the sky" only so Jungkook won't stop being the ideal boyfriend they've made up in their minds.

And that relates to what you say about us not really caring about Jungkook's opinion, but how we have to acknowledge these things anyways because all this discourse does is feed into the idea that Jimin is not as good as someone else. I've written about it before, too; that it really doesn't matter that it's him saying it, but just about giving credit where credit is due. Pjms actually have these conversations about Yoongi and other members as well.

[marengogo]

CORONA BOREALIS - 3: NINETY FIVE

Like Crazy + People Pt.2 PLAYLIST.

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

🐺 — 🐺 — 🐺—

Every year we spend on this planet something that will change the course of our lives tends to happen. Sometimes, it is something as small as the discovery of a new plant, and sometimes it is as big as a pandemic. So let’s, for example, look at positive things that happened in 1995 cause believe me some pretty fucked up shit also happened this year. This was the year that made the internet mainstream (can you imagine our lives without the internet? … ). 

Music was also 👌🏾this year, it brought us some classics such as Waterfalls by TLC, You Are Not Alone by Michael Jackson and a “little” song named Gangsta’s Paradise, which instantly raised its singer to worldwide fame; Coolio. Yeah, 1995 was an amazing year for Coolio, but little did he know that his life would end up being intertwined with seven others, two of which were also born in 1995: 13 October 1995, in Busan, a little bundle of joy, named Park Jimin graces this planet and a couple of months later another one decides to make his surly quirky entrance, 30 December 1995, in Daegu.

Jimin. He turned out to be a boy who would be very confident in his abilities, but perhaps not so much in himself as a person. Nevertheless, he knew he wanted to accomplish big-big things, and was going to stop at nothing to accomplish his goals. Then there was Taehyung. He on the other hand turned out to be a boy very confident in himself as a person, but perhaps not too sure of his abilities per say. Yet, he had dreams, very big ones at that, and admittedly he might have not known exactly how to get there but his desire to make them come true was as big as the dream itself.

They don’t seem to have much in common up to this point do they? Like, if there ever were a human representation of the concept of YingYang, it be them, no cap.

Even from an astrological point, don’t mind me an my interest in things of the sort  😬😬😬 not only do they seem to fit their descriptions, but they also just so happen to be each other’s opposite. Jimin is an Air Sign, and people with this element are known to be intellectual and communicative. They are experts in the ephemeral, the things of this world that lack physical form, and this is especially true of language and information. Taehyung is an Earth Sign and people with this element are known to be patient and practical. On a bad day: Just as Earth signs can be loyal, they can also be stubborn and inflexible. It's often their way or the highway .

In conclusion, regardless of whether you look at their factual past or their theoretical astrology, any kind of relationship between these two would seem impossible and even non-advisable. Yet, there they are being soulmates and here are some in the fandom scratching our heads, which is exactly the problem. They are here taking in superficial information regarding VMIN, rather than moving a couple of steps further and going there, where VMIN actually are, and take a closer look. If they did, they’d find out that in fact, Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung share the same exact spiritual level. And what do I mean by this?

Tae and JM’s isn’t a simple story of “opposite attracts” because they actually also have so much in common. Both look for warmth and love in their relationships, they are indeed very tactile and in the same way respond well to being touched by those they love/care about. They like and seem to crave attention a touch more than all other members in the group, and admittedly, they have recalibrated this desire as they grew up. Both are not comfortable when those they care about are suffering, they have a need to reach out and try to “kiss it” better. This might have been very apparent to people lately with regards to Jimin They are both painfully shy, Tae simply has a better control of his facial expressions, but once that cracks, it is off to the nearest hiding point. Lastly, and this is very important in their friendship dynamic; they do whatever they want to do. Always this JM is more skillful in hiding. 

It is only fair to now take a look at the tangible parts of their personas which aren’t, or weren’t as I think they’ve actually grown out of some of them compatible. Jimin is actively aware of his surroundings and Tae isn’t, meaning that JM is more likely to quickly try and make a change in his situation if he doesn’t like it (help someone in need, cheat to win, etc …) and perhaps regret it later, but not really. Tae, who also has the same kind of awareness, is however a ponderer; do I have to do something? What will happen if I do something? Depending on his personal answer, and the situation at hand, he may or may not do something about it, and perhaps regret it later, but not really. The following, I feel like it applied to them as teens, their “possessiveness” towards things, or relationships, has always been to a point where JM would do his might best to latch on to whatever he wanted to “monopolise” until he did, whereas Tae, if he found out he couldn’t “monopolise” whatever, he would move on to the next thing he could. 

And it is exactly because they could understand each other on this level that their friendship has become so solid and further from reach that it’s understanding is also eluding the mind of many. Their friendship, in my opinion, has now exceeded the performative level, on every level, it is almost as if these two have unlocked the ultimate regular friendship goal, which has the dynamics of a non-celebrity strong-ass friendship. This is a friendship that right at its very core didn’t skip any step and has experienced it all, from euphoria for example, ANY and EVERY TIME they start acting like characters in their imaginary scenarios to tribulations arguments caused by thoughtless, resulting in insensitive, words or actions, particularly in their youth.

So then finally, if you piece all of the aforementioned together  a situation where the two of them had a completely different opinion, then one starts an action, the other has a reaction, they then stay put in their opinions for a bit but then one will eventually cave and the other will cave even harder as they soothe each other … isn’t too hard to imagine, is it?

In a way, if you think of them as their astrological signs. JM (air sign) has been that one person who has been able to understand and vibe with Tae’s quirkiness, helping him to elevate towards those heights he always dreamed of. And at the same Tae (earth sign) has kept Jimin grounded in moments when perhaps being up there in the air wasn’t it. In moments, when he perhaps needed someone who would be willing to very normally share a hug and/or a tear. 

As we all know, they both have separate friendship groups and are very involved with their respective ones, which also goes with the nature of their character; they will do what they want to do and this we know from videos, pictures they decided to share with us. But please, let’s not forget that Tae is the one person who has probably called JM the most, the one who has declared Jimin as his fav, the one thanks to whom Jimin's back is blessed with more moons. Let’s also not forget that Jimin has been around for Tae in moments of great loss, or that Tae is his forever teddy bear, and that Jimin can understand him just by looking into his eyes. They’ve gained each other’s trust and I’d like to believe that they also know how to protect and cherish it. 

Great. Now, let’s get back out here . BTS as a whole has really reached levels where performative actions are, yes, a fan-fav but they can, in all honesty, decide not to act up on them, like posting things on social media, fanservice, etc, it is really all to their discretion. So let me ask you? If you were either JM/Tae, in 2023, and had a problem with Tae/JM, which you wanted to solve, who would you address it to?: Tae/JM? Or your fans’? …

Whose words would ultimately provide you with the solution you are searching for? Tae/JM? Or your fans’? 

Always respectfully yours 💚💛

Marengo. 

[dearweirdme]

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Not to put words in anons mouth but I work in PR and from my (maybe a little outdated) perspective; Amongst K Army, Jimin is likely more popular than Taehyung on a domestic level. You only have to look at how K Army dropped the ball on supporting Layover. His domestic numbers were some of his weakest. (Relatively speaking because he still did brilliant but when you do factor in his popularity and the demand for him, K Army performed below expectations for him)

Taehyung could be considered more popular in a general basis. In that where K Army steps off, he has a boost with a general audience to cover him. These are outliers within a target market. They might not follow the group or even the genre in general but something about Tae has caught their eye. This is why there's so much accusation of him having 'visual stans' and why he likely has more solo stans.

Now if Dispatch is looking to target KPOP/BTS fans, they're not going to do so by targeting the outliers who are less likely to give a shit in investing that much time outside of their specific interest. (In Layman's terms, they want the obsessives who are going to consume every little scrap, seek out the news rather than stumble upon it, engage with the news as opposed to just reading or watching it then going about their day etc)

So they will aim to what they know and most heavily associate with BTS; Army (specifically Korean but they'll know their news is consumed internationally) which in that case, it would make sense to focus on JM.

But like anon said, Dispatch seem to have a certain fondness for Taehyung outside of the group or the ship. They center him a lot more than they do the others and their praise is often fawning so I think, from a marketing perspective, there's 1. a couple of people making the decisions who are genuinely fans of him. It happens. 2. They're planning on expanding into foreign markets (which I don't see because more international fans consuming Dispatch news doesn't really mean Dispatch is catering specifically for them. It just means Inetz have managed to find them and by expanding I mean like Vogue. Like Dispatch USA, Dispatch UK )

3. Or they're hedging their bets that they might one day be able to knock an exclusive out of the park and they don't want to undermine their own potential story. You'd be surprised how long journalists will sit on a story for a long term benefit.

So yeah, if you go to Korea and spend time with Korean Army, you can kinda feel the difference (again though, my perspective is a little outdated) . Or you could because like anon said, his variety appearances will only boost his public reputation. It seems like one of the easier ways to endear yourself to the Korean public would be via a variety show.

And his new deal with a coffee company is gonna sky rocket him more. That was a real smart move on his part to make sure to maintain a position in the public eye while he's gone.

Hi anon!

Thanks for your insight!

[sotheoristphantom]

College JK X Reader Enemies to Lovers

Part 1

“Come on, it is the last party of the semester Y/N, you have to come!” your best friend, Alix, says whilst trying to pull you out of bed to start getting ready with her. Normally, the roles would be reversed with you being the first to get ready and urging your friends to join you, However, this party was being held by the one frat on campus you cannot stand. Mainly because their president was none other than, Jungkook Jeon.

It all started freshman year. You and Jungkook were in the same English course in the second semester. When everyone had gone around the room introducing themselves with a silly icebreaker you had learned Jungkook was an English major just like you.You both being English majors meant that you would share a lot of the same courses in the following semesters. With that in mind, your first idea was to become friends so you could share notes and go over assignments. It also did not hurt that he was very easy on the eyes. That idea quickly dissipated once you two got into an argument over the interpretation of your assigned reading, Hamlet.

“Clearly Ophelia killing herself was the only way she could reclaim her agency, acting independently of both her father and brother and Hamlet as well. They all seeked to use her as a pawn, so by eliminating herself from the equation she was rejecting their control and seeking independence the only way she could” you said, trying to hide your annoyance, after Jungkook just dismissed Ophelia as a woman who went mad and whose only purpose was to progress Hamlet’s storyline.

Jungkook shrugged in response, “Without Ophelia the story remains the same. Hamlet never truly loved her, the only real value she contributed was being used as a spy by her father and brother. I will agree she removed herself from their control, it still cannot be considered as this grand feminist notion you present it as.”

After hearing that, you grabbed onto your book so tightly trying to keep a level head. You were about to grit out a response when the professor announced “While I’m glad to hear some lively debate between students, class has come to an end. We will pick up this discussion next class. Thank you all.” And with that you had all but sworn to be enemies for the rest of your lives. Whenever you two shared a class going forward, these arguments or as your professors called it “a difference in interpretation” were routine.

Now, it was the last semester of junior year. Unfortunately, Jungkook was the president of the best party on campus. It also had the hottest members of your grade. Real shit luck that was. I mean honestly, how is it fair you haven’t gotten to go to a single frat party with Kim Taehyung or Jimin Park because they are in the same frat as Jungkook? The world can be so unfair.

So when your best friend is dragging you out of bed to get ready, she doesn't have to tug that hard. Truth be told, you had been wanting to go to one of their parties for a while but just dreaded having to interact with Jungkook more than needed. But now was the perfect time, since it was the last party of the semester there would be so many people there you wouldn’t even see him. And even if you did, you could retreat into the crowd of people.

“Alright! Alright! I’ll go, but if Kim Taehyung isn’t there, I will actually cry. I’ve heard he is sex on legs” you responded while heading to the bathroom to do your hair and makeup.

“Oh he is, didn’t you hear that Emma hooked up with him last semester? Said it was mind blowing. I for one have my eyes set on Kim Namjoon, rumor is SZA wrote her song that goes like “big boy I need a big boy” about him you know.” She sang the song while twerking on you and you both laughed before putting the song on speaker while you got ready.

An hour of getting ready and pregame later, you both got out of your Uber and arrived at the frat house. You smiled when you saw the massive amount of people there, there was no way you would run into Jungkook. You and your friend got in pretty easily, as they were just letting all the girls in while the guys had to wait in line. You both immediately beelined to the bar to get another drink. After securing your liquid courage, you started to scope out the guys at the party. You didn’t see Jungkook, thankfully, but you did see plenty of hot frat guys.

“There is Namjoon! You should go talk to him!” you pointed out to your friend.

“I don’t want to leave you alone though” She was hesitant to leave you, which you appreciated of course. You also did not want to be left alone at a frat party, so you thought of another idea.

“What if we get him and find someone for me and play beer pong so that way you can get to talk to him?” you suggested. Your friend’s eyes beamed at that, so you both went up to Namjoon.

“Hey Namjoon! My name is Alix and this is my friend Y/N. We were wondering if you’d be down to play beer pong? Assuming you have a friend to join my friend’s team?” You smiled while your friend introduced both of you, Namjoon returned the smile and then his eyes went straight to your friend.

“Well nice to meet both of you, especially you Alix.” As he kissed her hand in greeting, your friend responded with a flirty smile. “But yeah I think I have a friend who will join, why don’t you guys go over to the table and I’ll meet you over there with him?” You both agreed and made your way over, making sure the cups were all lined up.

You both were giggling over how Namjoon couldn’t take his eyes off her. You whispered, “Please let his friend be hot” as you could see him starting to make his way back over with his friend behind him but he hadn’t come into view quite yet.

Once he did, your stomach turned. And not in a good way. It was Jungkook. And while he was indeed hot, he just so happened to ruin that whenever he opened his mouth,

Of course, once he saw you he just smirked “Well well well, look who it is! The famous Y/N! I was wondering when you would make it to one of our parties. Looks like tonight is the lucky night.”

“In that case, this will be the only lucky thing in your night” You huffed out, causing Namjoon to laugh and your friend tried to stifle her giggle.

“You don’t want that, we are on the same team for beer pong. We will need a little luck to win eh?” Jungkook winked at you, to which you rolled your eyes in response.

“I’m Jungkook by the way, but everyone calls me JK” he introduced himself to your friend.

“Oh I know who you are, Y/N has only been talking about you since freshman year” You elbowed her when she said that. Your friend ignored you, “I’m Alix”

“I hope only good things” He said, winking again in your direction. It is almost like he is flirting with you. Which wouldn’t be such a bad thing if he didn’t argue with everything you said for the past 3 years.

“Let’s get started!” Your friend said. You all took positions, you and Jungkook on one side and your friend and Namjoon on the other. You went first, knocking the first ball in the top cup.

“I forgot to mention that JK is really competitive” You heard Namjoon say to your friend.

“That’s funny because so is Y/N, we might not stand a chance against their combined forces” Your friend responded while playing with Namjoon’s arm.

“Hey enough flirting! It’s your team's turn.” Jungkook playfully yelled at them, you were just about to say the same thing.

Several turns later, Namjoon and Alix did not in fact stand a chance, they had both had to drink several cups between the two of them while you and Jungkook only had more more cups to go. Turns out, you guys were a good team when you weren’t arguing.

You were definitely feeling the buzz of the alcohol, just enough to make you feel tingly inside whenever JK’s arm would brush against yours. At least, you were going to blame that on the alcohol and not at all on how hot JK looked tonight with his tattoo sleeve on full display in his muscle tank.

“I’ll take the final shot if that’s alright with you?” JK asked while grabbing the pong ball. Namjoon and Alix were completely ignoring you two at this point, having already accepted defeat. The pair were all over each other. And they weren’t the only ones, you and JK had begun to stand closer together, your hands frequently touching and your legs bumping into one another.

“Only if you are sure you won’t miss” You responded leaning into him more. JK hadn’t missed a shot the entire game, and as much as you loved arguing with him, you loved winning more. That’s when you realized you had admitted to yourself you love arguing with JK, while you completely disagreed with his perspective at times, it was hot to have someone so mentally stimulating, someone unwilling to back down from a challenge. Especially when that person was as sexy as Jungkook.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear,“Oh Y/N, I never miss” . His hot breath on your neck sent a shiver down your spine, and now making your stomach turn in definitely a good way.

“Fuck you” You responded when he pulled away, you had to maintain some level of highground here afterall. You viewed this as though it was one of your arguments in class, both of you refusing to give an inch. If this was a challenge, you had to win.

“I would love to fuck you” He leaned in to whisper in your ear again, before turning and making the ball in the last cup. He then turned back to smirk at you, and found you looking frustrated in a way he hadn’t seen before. Refusing to back down from a challenge, you decided two can play at his game. You leaned in to whisper into his ear, your body pressed firmly against his, “Why don’t you take me up to your room then?”

[chimswae]

Unwind Ch2

Summary: Torn between past and present; Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook, does this ring a bell? Was it a fate or mere coincidence? Jeon Jungkook might change but he is still that shy boy you used to love. Park Jimin? You hate how much his warm and gregarious presence affects you. Now, do these two rings any bells again?

- Pairing: Jungkook x OC , Jimin x OC

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance

- Wordcount: 2748

Chapter 2

Narrator’s POV

“Park Jimin son, go wake your sister up. She will be late to school if she doesn’t wake up now” Jimin frowned at the thought of waking her step sister up. He muttered and sighed “ She is a big girl. She can wake up by her own. And she is not my liability” he quickly arose from his seat and headed out to school ignoring the request made by his father.

Jimin never liked this whole new family to begin with. He was doing just fine without a mother ever since she passed away 10 years ago. However, his father on the other hand had the audacity to show up in front of the doorstep with a woman who claimed to be his new mother 5 years ago. The nightmare was real when the woman had a daughter with her, he hated to be associated with anyone even worse step sister.

“It is okay dear, he needs time to accept this new family. It is not easy for him to have someone else replacing his dear mother. He is a lovely son, he loves his mother too much” Mrs Park gave his husband a light pat at the back of his hand.

Mr Park sighed deeply “I apologized because Jimin made it hard for you, it has been 5 years. I don’t know how much time we need to wait” her wife gave his hand a light squeeze and smiled softly.

“I can wait, it is okay. At least he makes an effort to sit with us for meals; it is a good change my dear. I will go check on Sunhi and drag that lazy girl out from her bed” she shook her head and went to her daughter’s room.

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Jimin ruffled his back head as he continued his steps entering the school ‘I hate school, and the one who invented SCHOOL’ he squished his eyes tight and gave a light tug adjusting his sling bag. He accidentally bumped into something hard near his knee level as he heard a low grunt from the ground. His eyes widened to see a girl with her face slammed on the ground ‘Oh shit. Did i just hit her? Why on earth she-‘ he froze upon hearing her sweet voice mumbling in pain.

“You sure hit me hard, if you were a damn truck I would be dead by now” she rubbed the dirt off her face as she got up and dusted her skirt.

‘I swore I heard her voice somewhere before, she couldn’t be that girl right? She turned to look at me’ he waited for her to turn her body back facing him.

“Watch where you going. I was obviously bend down to tie my shoelace and you hit me hard like I am invincible” she pursed her lips into an unintentional pout. Jimin tried to hold back his smile ‘It is her. That girl’ this was his first time being with her up close after that day, it was not easy to forget his first encountered with her.

“Jimin come on just this one! You just need to be there for me while I audition for this role. I didn’t ask you to audition with me, just support me pretty please!” Jimin rolled his eyes in annoyance as the younger boy kept on begging him to accompany him to that stupid school theatre. When it came in getting what they want, Jeon Jungkook sure knew how to seal the deal. He never understood why Jungkook was obsessed with this role when in reality he was shy and ignorant as hell.

“Oh you can audition if you want, they might need a backup dancer” Jimin immediately shot him a warning glare “Okay geez fine. I know you only dance for your damn health and stupid hobby” he mumbled. Jeon Jungkook was Jimin’s junior but they strangely bonded like a long lost friend, their first encounter was not memorable one. It was indeed true some man bonded through alcohol.

Jimin nodded “ Fine, I am going with you. If you make me wait for 2 hours I will leave you alone Jeon Jungkook. Never ever pull out a stunt like signing up my name for this stupid theatre” he knew the younger boy was capable in doing unexpected things for his own benefit.

“IM SEALING THE DEAL PARK JIMIN. THANK YOU!” Jungkook hugged Jimin excitedly bobbing his head up and down. After the last class ended they both headed to school theatre hall as it was the venue for the theatre audition. It was sort of last minute audition because the main lead was quarantined for unexpected illness therefore they had to find replacement as soon as possible. Jungkook apparently was so interested with the roles and looked so determine to be in the school play leaving Jimin no choice but to entertain his best friend request.

Jimin took a seat at the back of the hall while Jungkook was getting ready at the backstage with his makeup and costume that fit the characters. Few minutes later, Jimin received a panic message from Jungkook demanded him to come to backstage to fix his hair. He smirked at the text that he just received as he knew Jungkook was never fond of girls around, that boy even flinched when the back of his hand accidentally brushed against his biology teacher for god sake.

He groaned in frustration at this ridiculous request from his friend but he got up anyway making his way to the backstage. It was his first time being at the backstage and he had no idea it was so huge and there were wardrobe, seats, mirrors and changing room everywhere. He had no idea where Jungkook was so he decided to take a walk in finding his dear friend to the rescue, yay. Jimin cussed in his head as he could not see even a strand of Jungkook’s hair there, he stopped when he heard a soft voice sought for help.

He shook off the thought as he decided to continue finding his friend but his ear caught the soft voice again “ Is there anyone out there? Can you help me? I need help”.

Jimin took few step forwards in front of the fitting rooms trying to find the direction of the voice, he blinked as he saw shadow from the curtain ‘Someone is inside?’ he thought. Jimin slowly pulled the curtain open as he saw a girl with both of her hand up, the tops which stuck around her chest covering her face.

“Oh god, thank god someone hears me. Please whoever you are, please help me to take this tops off. Im stuck. I couldn’t breathe with this stuck covering my face” she mumbled in annoyance and tried to wiggle a little getting rid of the tight tops which she obviously failed.

Jimin did not notice the girl only had her bra and revealing her exposed skin and he gulped at the sight ‘ if only she is able to see it is actually a boy inside this fitting room with her. She will freak out. Oh god why I am here, this is ridiculous’ he blushed at this sudden encountered.

The girl on the other hand getting impatient “Please help me? I don’t know who you are but it would be such a great help if you can get me out from this stupid stupid mean tops” he smiled to himself as he could imagine her pouting.

Jimin remained silent did not want to scare her off, he took few timid close behind her and touched her hand over the clothes. He could smell her sweet perfume pierce through his nose “ Thank you so much” She bended slowly to make it easier for him to pull the tops off.

Jimin was flustered with the sudden contact of her back and his body, he tried not to make a noise and ran his touch down to her arm. He slowly pushed the tops up ‘It is s tight, why would she wear this’ the girl winced in pain a little but assured Jimin to continue.

He brushed his hand at the hem of the tops close to her exposed skin ‘Shit, she would not think im a creep like?’ Jimin hesitated at first but he did it anyway. He slowly rolled up the tops which plastered like glue on her skin over her head. He puffed his cheeks ‘Finally it is off. Oh I must get out faster I don’t want her to see me and feeling all awkward’ he quickly stepped outside and hid behind a door across the fitting room.

As the girl about to turn back to thank her saviour, the person was gone. She quickly put her other lavender shirt not even care to fix his messy hair and stepped outside the fitting room. Her eye wandered around to find the person who just helped her “ Why was the person left so fast? I didn’t even get to say thank you” she bit her lower lips and blinked confusedly.

Jimin was watching her behind the creak of the door and smiled at the sight of the girl ‘She is cute though and a little clumsy. I wonder what her name is. WHY DIDN’T I ASK? WAIT IF I ASK SHE WILL FREAK OUT AND SCREAM. SHE WILL THINK IM A PERVERT. UGH’ he bit his lower lips in annoyance as he watched her closely, amused.

Jimin was brought to reality when he heard a soft voice, the same voice in his dreamy state calling for his attention “ Are you okay?” she gave a worried look. Jimin shrugged her hand who was trying to touch his forehead “ What are you doing?” he broke his silence.

The girl eyed her with her cute small eyes “ You know I was not the one who supposed to ask ‘Are you okay’ when I am the one who got my face planted on the ground, plastered so hard that my nose almost cramp” she clasped her hand dramatically and tried to keep her eyes wide.

Jimin smirked at the sight ‘ She sure know her eyes cannot be enlarged like that just to scare me right? Cute’ he pushed his finger poking her forehead.

“ Considering how much you talk little missy, I am sure you okay?I am sorry if I didn’t see you were bending down doing your business. Next time do not stop in the middle of the road where it is obviously a path for student like me to walk” he rolled his eyes did not want to appear friendly. She gawked at his reply, as Jimin managed to take a peek of her nametag ‘Kim Sera. Beautiful’.

“Okay I admitted it was my fault to begin with. I am sorry” her lips twisted in guilt as she suddenly bowed before Jimin politely. She flashed her famous smiley eyes “ See you around..mm” she glanced at Jimin’s nametag “Park Jimin” she quickly walked away.

For the first time Jimin felt his whole world turned upside down and he could only see her smile on repeat.

He shrugged the thought of having such feelings for the girl, Kim Sera ‘ I must be crazy. Oh god Park Jimin you lonely man’ he groaned at his stupid thought and entered the building.

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“Hey guys! Sunhi you look oh..super sleepy” Sera blinked at her friend fatigue face. “Hah, and you look horrible. What is with that cut on your nose? Did you get hit by cactus?” Sunhi groggily touched Sera’s nose.

“Oh I tripped, I didn’t know it would scar” she rubbed her nose. Kiara mumbled under her breath “When will you learn Kim Sera? Be careful will you?” she shook her head and took out a Hello Kitty nose plaster.

“Ew Kiara why would you have Hello Kitty plaster?” Sera jerked her head back avoiding Kiara who was about to cover her cut with that embarrassing nose plaster.

Kiara tugged Sera hair a little to bring her closer as she winced in pain “ OWW YOU WITCH USING VIOLENCE AGAINST WEAK GIRL LIKE ME” Sera whined. Kiara scoffed at Sera who was being dramatic she sure could win an award when it came to exaggerating things surround her.

Kiara purposely pressed the bridge of Sera already painful nose while fixing the nose plaster “ There you go girl. Stop whining” Sera pouted and rubbed her nose to ease the pain. Sera attention shifted to a guy who just entered the class, she immediately looked away when his eyes caught her staring at him.

Sunhi noticed Sera looked distracted “Jeon Jungkook is here” she teased Sera knowing how sensitive she was with the name. Sera shot her a glare and flicked her forehead “ Hush now you are fully awake just to annoy me, oh god. Why are you even my friend?” she scoffed and turned her face in front pulling out her books.

‘I must not look at him, it is embarrassing but I just cant stop. Why am I feeling this way? This is insane. He doesn’t even know me. And, he is so quiet and talk less what a prick’ Sera buried her face in her books dwelling into her own thought. Her head shot up when she heard someone knocking her table, her body went numb staring blankly at the figure in front of her.

“Sera? This is your urm.. book I found it under my desk?” The boy shyly looked at her. It was her first conversation ever with Jungkook, she never talked to him even a simple hello.

She gazed at his good looking face ‘OH GOD JEON JUNGKOOK. Why are u doing this to me?’ she slowly took the book from him as blush crept on her pale skin

“Sorry. I don’t remember putting it there. Thank you..Jungkook..” Sera died inside. Jungkook flashed a simple handsome smile before heading back to his seat plugging his earphones and continue napping.

Kiara and Sunhi who were watching her from behind this whole time were also in daze as they knew how much her friend like that Jungkook guy. “Oh god did you see how stupidly cute Sera tried to hold her fangirling inside when Jungkook talked to her?” Sunhi whispered.

Kiara chuckled at Sera who was now had her head hung low while biting her lips “Sure someone is having rainbow thoughts now” she nodded her head at Sera’s direction.

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Jungkook went to find Jimin during break time only to be welcomed with daze Jiminie at the cafeteria poking his food. He raised his eyebrow in confusion ‘ What the hell is wrong with him?’ he patted Jimin on the back hard earning a painful slap across his chest “Oww what the hell Jiminie?” Jungkook scowled.

“Stop messing around you are the worst Jeon Jungkook” his eyes caught a familiar figure whom he met this morning ‘Kim Sera’ he unconsciously broke a small smile at the corner of her lips but quickly turn into a frown upon seeing the Hello Kitty nose plaster on his nose.

‘Did she get hurt? I should have check; I was too busy staring at her. Dumb Jimin’ he sighed. Jungkook followed Jimin’s gaze that fell on Sera “Sera? Why are you staring at her so longingly? Is she your hidden girlfriend” he tilted his head at Jimin’s direction.

‘Damn . Why out of all people?’ he cleared his throat , tore his eyes away from Sera. “Uhm, do you know her? “ He shoved a full spoon of rice into his mouth while avoiding Jungkook gaze.

Jungkook settled beside him “Oh, she is in my class. Rarely talk but I know her though. Do you like her?” he was curious to find out the truth. The reason why Park Jimin was flustered when he caught him staring at Sera’s direction, he smelled something fishy.

“Hell no.. Why would i? I was spacing out and was not staring at her. Just shove the food down your throat and be intelligent Jungkook” he ignored the look that the younger boy gave him because he knew he would not be able to fool him if he kept talking. Jimin knew from the first time he laid her eyes on Sera, his heart has been twitching weirdly giving the signal that he actually liked her.

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34+35 | PJM

pairing: non-idol!park jimin x f.reader

summary: while cuddling in bed, jimin has an idea that captures your attention.

word count: ~2.1K

genre/warning: explicit smut, pwp, oral sex (f. and m. receiving and giving), unprotected sex (please protect yourselves irl), multiple orgasms, fingering, hand job, multiple sex positions (well just 2 but still), a tiny amount of fluff at the beginning and the end

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i’m laying down with jimin, as i have been every night for the past week and it’s been nothing short of heaven, well in the most sinful way. 

tonight he came over a little before midnight and the only reason why he came over later than usual was because he went straight to the gym after work and lost track of time.

but damn did that work in my favor because tonight he was on a different level, in the best way possible.

so one round in and i’m here laying on his chest, laying in the dark with music playing softly in the background almost ready to ktfo.

when suddenly he starts rubbing my back a little too sensual for my liking. i tap his chest and he chuckles his deep chuckle that sends shivers down my spine. 

“i have a thought” he states, caressing me in ways that only adds to my curiosity. 

“do share” i say as i begin to rub his muscular chest. two can play this game, i think to myself. 

he laughs nervously but he clears his throat. 

“what if we had sex, 69 style?” he says and i can tell he’s both nervous but serious all at once.

i freeze at his question and i can tell he’s holding in his breath. but i panic because i’ve never done that before.

“okay, was that a stupid question? because we can totally pretend that i didn’t ask” he says, and i can tell he’s hesitant as he stops rubbing my arm. 

“no, definitely not a stupid question jimin” i say, patting his chest. “i just never done that before, so it just threw me off guard” i admit expecting to be made fun of.

he’s quiet for a moment, deep in thought before he begins rubbing my arm again. 

“well like i said, we can just pretend i didn’t ask,” he says before kissing me on the forehead, not wanting to push it any further. 

and for a moment i do pretend that he didn’t ask. but then moments later it’s the only thing that i can think of. 

and to his surprise, i lean into his body before i shift my weight until i’m straddling him, sitting up straight, staring at him. and for a quick second, i move my hips a little to tease him. he grunts as he realizes what’s unfolding before him and looks at me with a sinful stare. 

“let’s do it” i say, rubbing my core to his growing erection, my hands rubbing his chest. his hands find purchase to my hips as if to guide me, but then i suddenly stop all movements. 

“what?” he asks, now staring at me with a concerned look and i can’t help but tease him. 

i lean so that i have access to his neck, kissing it ever so softly until i hear him moan. 

“i need you to guide me, step by step” i say before gently nipping at his ear and continuing moving my hips. 

“shit” he says, suddenly overwhelmed by everything going on all at once. i place one hand right by his other ear, before gently grabbing some of his hair right above the back of his neck. 

“i’m really good at following directions” i whisper in his ear again before making marks on his neck. 

“fuck, you’re so hot” jimin says, as his hands move from my waist up to my upper back. he carefully pushes me up so that we’re face to face. “you’re so fucking hot” he says and i can’t help but smirk. 

“okay what’s step one?” i ask, using his huge chest to push myself up. he places both of his arms underneath my thighs before he reels me in, causing my hips to move up his body. 

i carefully make my way up to his chest, right where his clavicles are when pins me down abruptly. 

“this is step one” he says as he blows air into my core making me moan almost instantly. he then tells me to face the other way. i carefully changed positions, careful not to hurt him. 

“damn” he says as he grabs both of my ass cheeks. “i can get used to this,” he says, smacking both cheeks playfully. 

“okay, lift your hips for me and bend over forwards” he says, and i swear i could cum in this moment just by his voice. 

but i obey him nonetheless while he carefully hooks his hands underneath me once again, slowly reeling me in. 

“you’re so fucking perfect” he says as he uses his fingers to touch my throbbing core. “you’ll be the end of me, i swear” he says as he inserts one of his fingers in me. i moan, unprepared for this moment and my mind is drawing a blank. 

“i’ll make you feel so good baby” he says and i can feel myself soaking wet. and then suddenly he inserts another finger, going in and out at a nice, steady pace. but then he stops.

“okay step two requires you to bend down a little more baby” he says as he tilts his head, adjusting the pillows behind him so that his head is resting at a certain angle. 

he spreads my folds open with his other hand and his tongue finds its way onto my clit. 

“oh shit” i say, overstimulated because his tongue feels so damn good. 

he makes circles on my clit for a moment and i find myself already on the verge of my orgasm, when he stops suddenly. 

“baby” he says and i can’t help but clench at his pet name for me, that he only uses in bed. and i’ve totally made peace with that.

“are you sure you want to do this?” he says as one of his hands makes its way to his dick, pumping it up and down. i can’t help but stop and stare.

“i’m sure i want to do this,” i say, moving his hand away from his dick while replacing his hand with mine. 

“fuck” he says, forgetting about me momentarily. 

“what’s step 4?” i ask teasingly, pumping him slower now to get a reaction from him. 

he moves his hand away from his body as it makes its way on mine and i can’t help but moan from his touch. his hand makes its way back to my core once again and this time he goes straight to it, his fingers working its magic hitting all the right spots

“oh shit” i say when i feel his tongue on my clit. and out of nowhere he gently slaps my ass, reminding me of my task at hand. 

i lower myself upper body onto his lower half, spitting on his length before slowly rubbing it, causing him to let out grunts that turn me on more than it should. 

with my hand on the base of his length, i slowly take in just the tip of his dick as i lick around it, making him gasp and moan simultaneously. 

and slowly i bob my head up and down, making sure to lick up his length in the process, and he can’t help but let out loud moans.

i tap his shin with my right hand and can’t help but smile knowing how much i’m distracting him from his own task. 

we tease each other at first, going slowly but the more we put into it, the quicker our pace becomes. 

we follow each other’s pace using both our mouths and hands and the room is no longer filled with soft music but instead loud moans from the both of us. 

we’ve been at it for a couple of minutes when i feel my orgasm approaching and suddenly tell him to go faster, to which he quickly obliges. i come undone in a matter of seconds. 

he allows me to ride my high without paying attention to him and i’m honestly ready to collapse on the bed. 

but it’s as if he could read my mind because his hands finds its way to my thighs before gently tapping it. 

“i can’t do this anymore,” he says, and for a quick second i begin to panic. was this not what he was expecting? was this too much? 

“i need to feel you. i need to fuck you right now” he says with nothing but lust in his eyes. 

he attempts to lift my body off of him, but instead i help myself off of him when he pushes me to the side of him before he adjusts himself so that he’s behind me. 

he pushes me forward so that my chest is resting on the bed. my ass is up when he randomly smacks my ass. “i really can get used to this,” he says, massaging the area he had just smacked. 

and for a quick second i feel nothing. i turn my head slowly to find him pumping his length, staring at my ass almost menacingly. i clear my throat and he immediately stares at me. i can’t help but giggle as he smirks at me. 

but the mood intensifies when he suddenly brings his length to my core. he slowly starts rubbing the tip on my clit from behind me. 

even though i’m sure i can’t handle it, i lose my patience and allow myself to sink onto his length, causing us both to moan in pleasure. 

a handful of ‘shit’ and ‘fuck’s were said as we adjust to each other’s bodies. his thrusts and pace are slow and steady, and it feels so damn good. i can feel every inch of him in me and i’ve never felt so satisfied. 

“shit, i’m not gonna last” he says worriedly.

i reach for my clit from underneath me, in hopes of one more orgasm when he slips out of me, almost completely. but then out of nowhere he slaps my ass more aggressively this time and i can’t help but yell in both pain and pleasure. 

he leans forward and reaches underneath me, replacing my hand with his as he rubs on my clit. 

“ladies first” he says as his pace quickens. i can’t help but squirm and moan, wanting more. and it’s as if he knows what i need because he’s thrusting into me once again. 

“oh shit” i say, feeling overstimulated by both his hand and dick. “i-i’m so close” i say, slurring my words together as i feel my second orgasm approaching. 

he rubs my clit at an inhumane pace and i come undone for the second time tonight. i ride out my high with him barely moving but once he realizes that i’m finished, he grabs onto my hips with both hands. 

“you’re fucking amazing baby” he says when he restarts his pace, starting slow and merciful to a quick and relentless pace in a matter of seconds. 

he’s panting and thrusting deeper when suddenly he grabs my hair and pulls me up, making me rest on my elbows. 

“you like that baby? you like when i go rough?” jimin asks, pulling my hair with more aggression. his pace is not as quick but still steady when he pulls on my hair again and all i can do is moan in reply. 

“fuck” i say, feeling overwhelmed in the best way possible. 

“i’m gonna cum” he says not even a minute later. his thrusts now sloppy as he reaches his high and he moans out the sexiest moan i have ever heard. 

we collapse on the bed laying on our backs, both staring up while trying to catch our breaths. 

once he hears that my breathing is calm and normal, he reels me in so that i’m back to resting my head on his chest. 

“that was amazing” i say, yawning almost immediately, feeling fucked out. 

he’s quiet for a moment, deep in thought when he suddenly chuckles. 

“what’s so funny?” i ask, lifting my head so i can clearly see his facial expression. 

“do you know where i got the idea from?” he says, as he’s laughing more to himself than anything else. 

“where do you get this brilliant idea from? i ask in a playful yet serious tone. 

he kisses my forehead once again and looks up at the ceiling. 

“ariana grande” he says sheepishly before rubbing my arm lazily. 

i’m confused for a quick second when he answers the question in my head. 

“34+35 played earlier and it led me down a very filthy path” he says before chuckling once again. 

i can’t help but smile and i know that he felt it on his chest. 

“shoutout to ari” i say, before yawning again. 

“shout out to ari” he says and yawns.

[ppersonna]

my only wish - knj | m

“ santa can you hear me? i have been so good this year. and all i want is one thing. please tell me my true love is here ” - my only wish (this year), britney spears

✹ summary- There are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange… But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

✹ word count- 15.1k OOF

✹ genre- smut, fluff, tiny tiny angst if you squint, enemies to lovers, fake dating au, idiots to lovers, brief mention of YoonMin

✹ warnings- penetrative sex, unprotected sex (dont do it), daddy kink lolol, namjoon has a big dick, oral sex (m/f receiving), cum swallowing, light cum play, dirty talk, light degradation (very light tbh), praise kink, lots of mentions of joon being a beefy boy, masturbation,

✹ a/n- its here!! finally! my contribution to rockin around the christmas tropes. big big big shout out to @ladyartemesia​ @xjoonchildx​ @untaemedqueen​ @underthejoon​ @yeojaa​ @snackhobi​ for being my co collaborators. and a warm shout out to @wwilloww​ and @hobi-gif​ for being some very lovely betas. thank you thank you! i hope you enjoy!

There are few things you hate most in this world. 

 Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange…

 But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things: 

 Christmas. 

 And Kim Namjoon. 

Christmas, in your opinion, is nothing more than a consumerist holiday, anchored on ensuring you’re guilted enough from November 1st to the 25th of December to spend your hard earned money on shit your friends and loved ones won’t even use. It’s a time for people to pretend they love giving and caring, while shoving you out of lines in stores, buying up all the groceries as if it’s the end times, and forcing party after mindless party for “celebration” that ends in seeing your boss drunk and pants-less by the punchbowl. 

 And don’t even start on Kim Namjoon. 

 On paper, he’s your colleague, to put the terms friendly. In reality, he’s your opponent, your adversary. He’s annoying, rude, stuck up, and not to mention a douchebag heartbreaker. He’s everything you hate wrapped in one disgustingly handsome face. 

 The man never misses a chance to steal a case from underneath your nose, rub the praise he receives from your bosses in your face, and look ridiculously delectable in his tight suits that he insists he wears around the office. He absolutely infuriates you. 

 And now, as you sit in the company-wide meeting, your heart sinks as you realize the worst thing about Namjoon—he’s about to get the promotion you’ve been vying for your entire career.

 That position was as good as yours—at least, you had thought.

 That was until lead counsel, Seokjin, stands in front of all the attorneys present and calls out Namjoon’s name, commending him on winning his latest case—the case that you had done the bulk of the work for. Seokjin even tells the rest of the lawyers in the room that Namjoon is “someone to watch” with a glint of pride in his eyes. 

 The smug smile Namjoon sends in your direction as he teasingly nibbles on a pen with his sultry mouth is enough to make you want to tear his eyes out and use them as olives in the martini you sorely needed.

 Namjoon smirks as he walks past you once the meeting ends.

 “Make sure you watch me, baby,” he whispers into your ear. 

 His hand rests on your lower back and you hate how much he aggravates you, and hate even more so that he frustrates you sexually as much as he does intellectually.

 Unfortunately, your body can’t keep up with your mind’s distaste for the elder lawyer. His presence around you makes your blood vessels tighten and your head feel light—nipples prickling against your bra when he winks at you.

 “Asshole,” you whisper under your breath as you pack up your notebook.

 “Oh, ___!” Seokjin calls out just as you’re about to leave the all-glass meeting room.

 Your head suddenly screeches to a very frustrated, sexual halt when you turn to face the lead counsel of your company.

 “Yes, Mr. Kim?”

 “I’ve got a case for you.”

 The smile on his face makes you relax. Maybe he sees your potential. Maybe he’s testing you just as much as he’s testing Namjoon. Maybe you’ll be the “one to watch” and you can rub that right in Namjoon’s perfect, stunning face.

 A thick manila folder slides across the oak table towards you from Seokjin’s hands. The impressive volume of the dossier makes you giddy with anticipation.

 “I know you won’t let me down.”

 You nod, nibbling at your lips, before bowing to your superior and dashing out of the room as fast as your Louboutins can handle.

 It’s not until you sit at your desk, a cramped little cubicle next to Park Jimin, your best friend and paralegal assistant, that you open the folder.

 Your heart sinks as your eyes hurriedly rush over the title page.

 Personal Injury Suit.

 A dejected sigh leaves you as you throw the folder onto your desk and slouch back in your ergonomic office chair.

 “What’s up, pussycat?” Jimin smiles as he rolls his chair over to your side of the cubicle. “Namjoon got you worked up again?”

 You groan as you take off your reading glasses, setting them aside to rub at the burgeoning headache building at your temples. You had momentarily forgotten all about Namjoon in the hurried hope that you’d land a case of significance, something you could finally use to prove yourself.

 Instead, you gained yet another in-and-out, settle outside of court case. Likely some elderly geriatric suing a corporation for too-slippery floors.

 “Another fucking personal injury suit,” you whine as you thrust the folder into the lithe paralegal’s hands.

 He looks over the documents and sucks his teeth.

 “Man, Seokjin really has it out for you.”

 You level a look at your best friend, before nodding and holding your head in your hands.

 “Namjoon is getting all the good cases! He gets the media attention, the litigation deals, everything! It’s like I’m not even given a chance to show what kind of lawyer I can be when I’m stuck with all the nursing home and car accident suits!”

 Jimin bows dutifully, nodding his head as you express your woes.

 “I can do more than just personal injury litigation… and Seokjin knows that! It’s just that Namjoon keeps getting all the air-time!”

 “I know, babe. I know.”

 With one last sigh of disbelief, you take the folder out of Jimin’s hands and sit upright at your desk.

 “Well, I guess if I’m going to be a personal injury lawyer, I’m going to be the best fucking one yet. Let’s get to work.”

 “Yeah! Fighting!” Jimin cheers.

  Namjoon sighs as he listens to his mother blabber on and on through his phone. He leans back in his chair and surveys the wide expanse of his corner office.

 Seokjin gave him this space, an upgrade from the desolate cubicles when he won his last big case, Kim Taehyung, artist v. the city of New York. He can’t help but smirk as he glimpses you from his window, pouring over a case file. He notes the curve of your back in the silk blouse you’re wearing and the way it tucks into your pencil skirt. He wishes he could see the outline of your ass and watch as it sways back and forth when you walk.

 “I just don’t understand why you can’t ever bring anyone home for the holidays!”

 His mother breaks him from his silent reverie of detailing every aspect of your backside.

 “You know your grandmother will not be alive much longer! And all she wants is her only grandson to be happy and in love! And a few grandchildren won’t hurt!”

 “I am her grandchild, Mom.”

 She’s silent for a moment.

 “Well, I wouldn’t mind some grandchildren either.”

 He groans again and presses his fingers to his forehead, a headache bubbling up behind his eyes.

 “Don’t you act like that, young man! You have a big empty house, big car, big life, and no one to share it with. I just want you to be happy.”

 She continues on and Namjoon can’t help but let her words sink in.

 He has it all. Expensive luxury apartment, enormous bed, gorgeous kitchen, money to spend on traveling and enjoying life. Yet he spends most of his time here, stuck in his office. He’s utterly alone, regardless of how many social guests he tries to entertain, horrid dates he attempts to go on. He’s always left alone, and he feels it deep at the very bottom of his heart—the loneliness and desire for a companion.

 “Mom! Mom!” He interrupts her diatribe on the futility of his adult life. “Stop!”

 “Namjoon, I’m just conce-”

 “I’ll bring home my girlfriend for the holidays, okay?”

There’s a stunned silence on the other end.

 “A girlfriend?” she asks, tentatively. “Really?”

 “Yeah,” he breathes, wincing already at the lie he’s spoon-feeding his poor mother—all in the name of getting her off his back. “She’s kind of shy, so I didn’t want to tell you about her yet, but now seems like the best time. I’m... I’m even thinking of proposing.”

 The words come out of Namjoon’s mouth before he can stop them. His mom bursts into screams of delight, and he can tell she’s running to his beloved grandmother to tell her the news.

 “Oh, Namjoon! This is all we’ve ever wanted for you. I’m so proud of you! I can’t wait to meet her! Oh, goodness, I can’t want to tell your father. Goodbye, son! I’ll see you two soon!”

 She hangs up before Namjoon has a chance to even breathe.

 “Fuck.”

 He drops his phone to his wooden desk and grimaces. 

 How the hell is he going to find a fiance in the next 3 days before the holiday break? 

 There’s Jennie, his ex.

 He thinks about it for a moment, before quickly dismissing it. No, much too clingy and possessive. She’d take it to be real, and he’d be stuck with her.

 His last hookup, Jihoo?

 No, too aloof. His mom would never buy that they were a love-sick couple on the brink of engagement.

 A crash outside his office startles Namjoon, making him stand and exit the large corner suite.

 The commotion is coming from your cubicle, where he can see you’re struggling to use the decrepit computer. The crash must have been from you slamming the keyboard to the desk, causing the individual keys to pop off the board.

 “Shit! Jimin, help me put this keyboard back together!” 

 You shimmy out of your chair and onto your knees, an excellent sight for Namjoon if he wasn’t so concerned about your well-being.

 The paralegal is standing above you, watching as you kneel to gather the pieces of the obliterated keyboard.

 “Oh no, honey. It’s against my personal constitution to be on my knees unless it’s for a handsome man.”

 “God, Jimin, come on.”

 “Hey, it’s not my fault you hulk-smashed the life out of that poor keyboard.”

 Namjoon smirks, turning back into his office and sliding into his desk. He easily opens his MacBook and emails Yoongi in IT, requesting a brand new computer for your desk—no holds barred. He wants the top of the line for you.

 He suddenly has just the person in mind to be his fake fiancée. 

  A brand new, gorgeous computer is at your desk the next day you arrive.  You nearly spill your hot peppermint mocha when you see the sleek machine atop your old plastic desk instead of the broken clunker that was there the day before.

 “What the hell?” You ask Jimin as you set your coffee down gently as if any movement might scare the new computer away. “Did you order this?”

 “I love you, but I would never order you something this nice.” 

 You can’t help but roll your eyes as you sit down to marvel at the modern machinery. At least Jimin is honest.

 “Maybe I’ll call Yoongi and ask him where it came from,” you wonder aloud, hand hovering over your phone.

 “YOONGI?” Jimin screeches, eyes suddenly wide and crazed.

 “Yeah? The IT guy?”

 “I know who Yoongi is, you dumbass! Here, let me call him! I’m your assistant!”

 He scrambles to grab the phone out of your hand.

 “You literally refuse to do anything I ask.”

 Jimin smiles cherubically, completely ignoring your confusion. He’s suddenly the picture of a model employee.

 “Don’t you worry! I’ll be right on it!”

 He hops from your desk with your cell phone gripped tight, and saunters away to a secluded area out of your eyesight.

 “What the fuck is going on today?” You ask out loud, settling into your chair and unloading your bag of files.

 “How's the new computer?”

 The sudden intruder makes you jump, nearly spilling your coffee, yet again.

 “Fuck!” You shriek as you attempt to right yourself and the dangerously hot liquid sloshing in the paper cup. “You scared me!”

 The chuckle that comes from behind you makes your stomach flip. You know that laugh. You could recognize that laugh a hundred miles away, in a hurricane, with headphones on.

 That laugh is the sultry demon himself, Kim Namjoon.

 “I—How did you know about my computer?”

 Namjoon takes a knee, bringing his face to your level in your chair. He’s close to you, so dangerously close. You can smell the Giorgio Armani cologne applied to his pressure points—the heat of his skin warming the scent and mingling with his own subtleties. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head. He smells so comforting—like a home you never knew you were missing until he arrived.  

 “I saw it when I walked in this morning.” 

 He breaks you from your daydreaming of warm, firm hands caressing your body and you’re thrown headfirst back into reality—the reality where you can’t stand the man mere inches from you.

 You push back from where you are and stand, eager to get away from Namjoon’s sudden interest in close proximity. He smirks and rises from his spot, pocketing his hands in his tight cream suit.

 “Care to join me in my office for some coffee?” He asks.

 His office. The one he scored after he won the Kim Taehyung case. The bitter betrayal still lingers in your mouth. 

 For the longest time, you had been equal in every sense; both living in the dingy cubicles with the computers long-destined for retirement. Then, Seokjin awarded him with the corner office, the one with the view of the entire city. You’d never forgiven either of them.

 “I have my own coffee.”

 Namjoon smirks as he eyes your paper cup, clearly a quick grab from the 7-Eleven around the corner.

 “Looks fancy.”

 You purse your lips and clutch your coffee even closer.

 “Please,” he asks again. “I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

 Namjoon’s face loses its snark, and you’re curious about what could cause the man to become so serious.

 “Fine.”

 You motion with your arm towards his office, encouraging him to walk ahead. He smirks again, ah—there’s that smirk, before he turns and heads into the gorgeous corner room.

 He lingers by the door as you enter, waiting until you’ve crossed the threshold to close the door behind you. It surprises you. Something about being in a closed room with Namjoon sets you on edge. You can nearly imagine the man bending you over that fine oak desk, hiking your skirt up and spanking your ass until it’s red.

 “Coffee?” He asks as he moves towards the in-office espresso machine.

 “Are you fucking kidding me? You have a Nespresso in your office?” 

 All desperate and wanton thoughts of Namjoon sliding into you leave once you see the stainless steel contraption in the room's corner. Of course he has a $500 coffee machine in his office. He has everything you want.

 “You like it?” His question is cocky. He already knows the answer.

 “Fuck off.”

 Namjoon grins and turns the machine on, pulling out two mugs while you sip your now lukewarm coffee. It suddenly tastes disgusting.

 “So, what’s the deal, Namjoon?” You ask as he rests against the wall and waits for the coffee to brew. “You said it was important.”

 Namjoon nods, a more reserved look taking the place of his usual cocky grin on his face. His gaze turns down to his shiny dress shoes.

 “I need a favor.”

 “No.” Your answer is quick.

 Namjoon looks up at you in surprise.

 “You haven’t even heard it yet!”

 “Yeah, well…,” you huff. “I’m not interested in helping you.”

 Namjoon leaves his post by his elaborate coffee maker, forgetting about the piping-hot liquid drizzling into white mugs, as he stands in front of you. There’s that fucking cologne again. Why does he have to smell so good?

 “You’ve got to help me. Please.”

 His sudden closeness to you sets your brain off—your steely resolve begins to crumble.

 “Fine, I’ll bite. What is it?”

 His face lights up again. God, he has such a handsome mouth.

 “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for my family Christmas party.”

 If you hadn’t had such a good grip on the convenience store cup of coffee, it’d surely drop from your clutch and splatter on the expensive carpet of Namjoon’s office.

 Your eyes widen, and your mouth falls agape.

 “You—You what?!”

 Namjoon sighs and lowers his voice.

 “Look, I…” he struggles. “I told my mom I have a girlfriend, so she’d get off my back about it.”

 “And why am I suddenly your best option for that?!” 

 You step away from the man, determined to clear your mind as the scenario weaves its way through your head. 

 Namjoon’s girlfriend. He wants you to be his girlfriend.

 Well, his fake girlfriend.

 He would hold your hand. He would kiss you. He would touch your body in ways you convince yourself you don’t think of often. 

 “You’re the only girl I know who’s got a good enough poker face to go along with it. And honestly… you’re the only girl I really know well enough.”

 His last admission shocks you. Namjoon seems like the womanizing type—one to bring a different girl home every night.

 “That doesn’t explain why the fuck I would want to help you.”

 Namjoon steps back and moves towards the coffee machine again.

 “If you help me, I’ll take all your shitty cases that Jin is giving you.”

 Your eyes narrow at the tall man. It seems too good to be true.

 “How d'you know about them?”

 Namjoon shrugs and grabs a mug full of freshly brewed expensive coffee.

 “I can hear you complain to Jimin about it every day.”

 You grumble under your breath, sucking on your teeth as you try to process the terms of Namjoon’s deal.

 “So you want me to be your fake girlfriend for your family…” you muse.

 “Yes,” he agrees. “And I’ll do all your worst cases for the next 2 months. I’ll even give you my next big one. I know you want that.”

 God, he’s right. That’s all you want. A chance to prove yourself to Seokjin, to the company.

 With an aggravated sigh, you relent. 

 “Fine! But it better be a good fucking case. And, I’m using your coffee maker every morning.”

 Namjoon can’t help but chuckle, loving the fire in your voice. 

 “Deal?” He murmurs.

 He holds out his hand to shake on it, and it takes you by surprise how warm and soft his large hands are once you slide your own into his grip.  

 “Deal.”

 Jimin is not going to let you live this one down.

  Jimin doesn’t let you live it down.

 He’s sitting on your couch, legs crossed underneath him as he hoists his wine glass filled to the brim. He holds it away from his body as he shakes with laughter.

 “You’re telling me,” he wheezes. “That you agreed to be Namjoon’s fake Christmas girlfriend? You hate that man!”

 Flopping into the couch beside him, you sigh.

 “Yeah, well, it was my only option. He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

 “Okay, Godfather,” Jimin snickers. “Lord knows you still want to bone that man, anyway.”

 “Jimin!” You admonish. “I do not! And that wasn’t the deal!”

 He sips at his red wine with an impish smile. You hate it when Jimin looks at you like that, like he can see behind the lie you’ve so carefully crafted of your hatred for Namjoon.

 “Then tell me, what was the deal?”

 You fiddle with the stem of your own wine glass, sighing.

 “He’s offered to take all our shitty personal injury suits for the next two months. And he’s giving me his next big case.”

 Jimin actually looks surprised—as if he didn’t expect Namjoon to provide a deal so worth the cost.

 “Wow,” he breathes.

 You nod in reply, taking a large gulp of the pinot grigio in your glass.

 “You’re still going to fuck him though, I know it,” Jimin adds.

 You splutter your wine from your mouth, hand reaching over to gently slap Jimin on his taut abdomen.

 “Shut up!” You cry.

 Jimin looks proud of himself, sipping his red wine gleefully while he settles further into your couch. Wine nights with Jimin is the highlight of your weeks. Together, you bitch over cases, coworkers, dating struggles, and eat too much cheese and cured meats and nurse a hangover the following day with brunch.

 “Hey,” you say to Jimin as you set your wine down on the coffee table. “Did you ever talk to Yoongi?”

 Jimin’s cheeks immediately turn a shade of rouge.

 “Yoongi? Yoongi who?”

 “Oh my god,” you groan. “Yoongi from IT. You stole my phone to call him today? To ask about my new computer?”

 Jimin swallows a large swig of his wine.

 “Oh. Yes, I did.”

 “And?” You encourage the blonde to answer further.

 “And he’s doing well,” Jimin replies demurely.

 “Jimin!” You huff. “The computer?!”

 Jimin makes an ‘O’ shape with his mouth and bites his lip.

 “I… might have forgotten to ask.”

 Your mouth drops open.

 “You literally stole my phone out of my hands to call him! What did you talk about?!”

 There’s his blush again. The shade of pink on Jimin’s cheeks would be adorable if you weren’t so flabbergasted by his answers.

 “I have a date tomorrow night.” He takes another sip as you let the reply sink in.

 “Oh. My. God.” You gasp, a smile now overtaking your features. “You have a crush on Min Yoongi!”

 Jimin sets his wine glass down next to yours and turns to you.

 “I had no idea if he was into me! But when I called, I totally forgot why I was calling him and we sort of just… started talking and next thing I know, he’s asking me out to dinner tomorrow night.”

 You playfully slap at Jimin’s thigh.

 “You little slut—using my phone to get yourself a date. On company time!”

 Jimin sticks his tongue out at you, before grabbing a pillow and slapping you with the overstuffed cushion.

 “At least I didn’t agree to be his fake girlfriend!”

  It’s the sound of your phone ringing at 7:32 am that wakes you from your spot on the couch, wine glass still clutched in your hand.

 “What the fuck?” You grumble, eyes blearily seeking the offending object disturbing your sleep.

 Jimin grumbles next to you, kicking at your foot as if it will stop the phone from ringing.  

“Stop,” he whines and cuddles into his fetal position. “Turn it ooooff.”

 You locate your cell phone and groan as you recognize the name on the caller ID. Namjoon. What the fuck could he possibly be calling for? And why did he have to call at seven in the goddamn morning? 

 “What do you want?” You snap as you hold the phone to your cheek and throw yourself back onto the couch.

 “Well, good morning to you, sunshine.”

 Namjoon’s voice, as sexy and sultry as it sounds, still aggravates you.

 “Why are you calling me? It’s Saturday. Its seven am.”

 Namjoon chuckles and you fight the shiver that works through your spine at the sound.

 “I tend to keep human hours on the weekend.”

 You can’t hold back the sarcastic guffaw that escapes you.  

 “Okay, Mr. Perfect,” you sigh. “That doesn’t explain calling me.”

 Jimin kicks at your foot again. 

 “Stop talking,” he grumbles.

 God, Jimin is such a diva when he’s hungover.

 “Meet me at the cafe on First Street,” Namjoon says casually. “I’ll tell you when you get here.”

 “Right now?!” You ask, incredulous.

 “I’m literally already here. Hurry before your coffee gets cold.”

 You let out a whine that could rival a 5-year-old’s temper tantrum.

 “Fuck you. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

 There’s no care about your phone when you end the call and throw it to the floor.  Jimin grumbles and rubs at his eyes.

 “Why the fuck are you having phone sex with Namjoon so early in the morning?” He asks.

 “Jimin, I swear to God.”

 He wraps himself in the throw blanket and buries his face back into the couch while you stand and retreat to your bedroom to throw on some semblance of appropriate clothing for the occasion.

 “Fucking Namjoon,” you grumble under your breath as you change into jeans and a sweater. “Fuck him and his stupid, sexy face. And his unbelievable ass. And his stupid, probably enormous penis. Man, I hate him.”

 As you’re re-entering the living room and grabbing your important items (keys, wallet, lip gloss just in-case), Jimin pops his head out of his blanket cave.

 “Where are you going?” He asks, suddenly less annoyed and more pathetic. “You’re leaving me?”

 “I have to go meet Namjoon for coffee. I don’t know why, so don’t ask.”

 “You’re really going to let me suffer here? Alone? With no coffee?”

 You spin around to face your best friend, who’s giving you an absolutely soul-crushing pout and puppy eyes.

 “Yes. Call Yoongi.”

 His precious pout is wiped away, and a devious smirk takes its place.

 “Great idea!” He says as he digs around for his phone. “Be careful out there! It’s icy! Wouldn’t want you to slip and fall on Namjoon’s dick.”

 Your only reply is one singular middle finger in Jimin’s direction as you exit your apartment.

  Namjoon can’t help but smile as he sips his warm coffee. The cafe is warm and bright, despite the chill outside. 

 Things feel peaceful. Tender flakes of snow trickle down outside and frost up the shop’s window. There’s something about this time of year that strikes him down to the core. Something cozy, something warm.

 It’s odd to think this will be his first year not celebrating the holiday alone.

 Even if it is... well, fake. 

 The bell over the door chimes an arrival, and Namjoon can tell by the grumbles and grunts and stomps of snowy boots that it’s you.

 “Over here!” He calls, raising a hand and turning to face you.

 Wow, he thinks. You look gorgeous, even without trying.

 You hurry your way over to the booth and plop yourself on the opposite side, immediately lunging for the obvious mug of coffee waiting for you on the table. You don’t waste a minute gulping the liquid down your throat, then spluttering when you realize it’s still hot.

 “I thought you said it was getting cold!” You cry, airing out your burnt tongue. Namjoon can’t help but imagine that tongue sliding up and down his cock.

 Not now. Wrong time and place to get a boner.

 Namjoon smiles as he sips his cappuccino. 

 “I got you a fresh one.”

 You make a face, but your features soften. As if you’re pleased with the idea that Namjoon cared to freshen up your cup.

 “Oh, well--”, you manage. “Thank you.”

 Namjoon doesn’t reply, but merely tips his head. The silence is thick enough to cut with a knife. Normally, you’re both normally so wound up in aggravating the other that a moment of calm is strange, but not unwelcome.

 “So, why the early morning wake up?” You finally ask, fiddling with the handle of the mug.

 Namjoon settles his cup down.

 “We need to get to know each other. Deep shit, you know. The shit that lovers would know about each other.”

 He notices you, watches as you nibble at your lip. You try hard to hide it behind the mug you lift to your lips, but Namjoon notices. 

 “I’m hoping maybe we could spend the day together,” he adds. “I need to get some Christmas gifts for my family and… well, it’s rather lonely doing it on my own.”

 There’s a slight smile at the ends of your lips.

 “And you needed me at seven thirty in the morning to do that?”

 He stifles a laugh.

 “Like I said, I operate at regular human hours. Even on weekends,” he replies.

 With a dramatic sigh, you agree.

 “Fine,” you say. “I’m an open book. Ask me anything.”

 He watches as you settle into the seat of the booth, hands gripping the warm mug like it’s a personal heater. He notices you’re only wearing jeans and a sweater--no properly warm clothing for the snow storm ahead. He’ll have to fix that, and soon.  

 “What are you doing for Christmas?” He asks.

 You level a look.

 “Spending it pretending to be in love with you.”

 Namjoon can’t help but snort a laugh.

 “I meant after that.”

 You shrug as you settle back into the seat.

 “I don’t like Christmas. I don’t do much other than force Jimin to kiss me under the mistletoe and watch shitty movies with a gallon of boxed wine.”

 “Hmm,” he hums. “You’re sort of a Grinch.”

 A scowl comes over your face.

 “I am not! I just don’t buy into this whole ‘prove how much you love me by buying me things’ shit. It’s a big scheme, I tell you! Capitalist propaganda! They encourage you to spend all your money, and if you don’t, they shame and guilt you by telling you you don’t love your family enough.”

 Namjoon can’t help but laugh as you rant. It’s what makes you such a talented lawyer—your ability to feel a passion so deep within you you’re able to convince a stone-faced jury of your side.

 “Don’t laugh at me!” You cry. “I’m serious! My family doesn’t celebrate, I don’t celebrate. I’d rather just buy gifts for my loved ones when I see something they’d like. Why do we have to put a time of year on it?”

 He shrugs and scooches his mug around the carbonate table.

 “I suppose that makes sense,” he muses. “But you’re still a Grinch. And a Scrooge. You’ll definitely get visited by some Ghosts at midnight.”

 “Ha ha,” you snark sarcastically. “Hilarious, Namjoon. Don’t tell me you’re a big festive guy.”

 “Somewhat. It’s my Mom’s favorite holiday. It’s why she’s so bent out of shape about me having a girlfriend. Something about family and love and shit.”

 You nod, understanding him completely. Your own mother, despite her reservations towards the holiday, still makes a fuss over your single status. There must be some Mom code to obsess over your children’s woeful dating life.

 “Well, I say let’s get on with it then. Ready to hit the shops?” He asks.

 You’re mid-sip of your finally cooled coffee and you send a desperate look to the man in front of you.

“Already?!”

 “We’re burning daylight, baby.”

 Namjoon stands and you can’t help but feel a roar of flames in your belly at the pet-name. Your cheeks are surely flaming up and you admonish yourself for getting so peaked about such a trivial name.

 “Please don’t tell me we’re walking,” you murmur as you sneak a peek outside.

 The snow is falling down harder now, and you’re dreadfully underdressed for the weather.

 Namjoon tsks at your lack of outerwear, but then shakes his head.

 “No, we’ll take my Range Rover.”

 You roll your eyes and grimace.

 “Of course. You have a fucking Nespresso machine and a Range Rover. Asshole.”

 Namjoon doesn’t even think about it as he grabs your hand and laces his fingers in between yours. If anyone asked, he’d say it’s practice—to familiarize himself with the way your fingers slot between his own so it’s not such a foreign concept when he does it in front of his family.

 “Yeah, but I’m your asshole now, princess.”

 Christmas shopping with Namjoon is mostly painless.

 Normally, you dread the lines and the crowds and the confusion and the expense.

 But with Namjoon, you relax and banter away with the tall lawyer. You’re completely at ease as you walk through crowded aisles and sort through racks of cashmere sweaters and stacks of fuzzy blankets.

 “Mom will love this, don’t you think?” Namjoon asks, holding up a thick, exquisite looking blanket.

 You’re about to answer with an affirmative when you catch yourself. You don’t even know his mom. You’ve never met the woman. Why does it feel as if Namjoon is someone you’ve known your entire life? 

 Why do things feel so easy with him?

 “Sure, Namjoon,” you reply. “Seems like something most mother’s would be into.”

 He smiles at you. It’s a genuine smile too, one that nearly knocks you on your ass. Your body is sent into overdrive constantly. He holds your hand, he places his hand at the small of your back to guide you through a thick crowd. He calls you baby and princess and doll.

 It’s confusing.

 It’s amazing.

 You can’t tell if you love it or hate it.

 Namjoon pushes the shopping cart and walks beside you, chatting easily about his various aunts and uncles names that you likely must remember at some point but you just can’t think about anything but Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon.

 You hate him. He stole that corner office from you. He’s going to take the promotion you want from right under your nose. He has a goddamn Nespresso in his office and a Range Rover. 

 And yet, you can’t help but fall in place next to him and listen to him tell stories of his childhood, weaving tales of uncles who snuck him his first sips of alcohol and aunts who spoil him rotten. He’s easy to listen to, a natural story-teller. Your body feels warm, as if you’re sitting on a large hearth by a roaring fire. He’s comforting.

 It’s infuriating and wonderful all at once. 

 “And that’s when my cousin Jungkook got caught smoking cigarettes. My grandma beat our ass so bad I couldn’t sit for a day.”

 Namjoon finishes his story and turns to look at you. You’ve been staring at the man for nearly a minute straight now.

 “Hey,” his voice is soft. “You listening?”

 You shake out of the trance Namjoon’s deep voice sends you into.

 “Yeah!” You reply with a smirk. “Sounds like this Jungkook is a guy I’d like to meet.”

 Namjoon sucks his teeth and nudges you.

 “Hey, you’re my girlfriend, remember.”

 You stick your tongue out at him playfully.

 “Fake girlfriend. I’m still a single, desirable lady at the end of the day.”

 Namjoon hesitates before answering. He wants to reply something snarky, something sarcastic and witty. But he takes a moment to pause, allows himself to fully immerse himself in you. Even hungover, in yesterday’s jeans and an old sweater, you’re still an absolute catch. You’re the definition of desirable and Namjoon can’t help but allow himself to desire.

 “Hmm, is that what you call it?” He asks, now allowing the sarcasm to permeate his words. “I was thinking you’re more of the spinster, cat-lady type.”

 “Hey!” You pout as you slap at his arm. “I’m allergic to cats!”

 “But you don’t deny being a spinster.”

 “Fuck you, Namjoon.”

 He grins and pushes the carts towards the candle aisle, a sure-fire gift for his aunties.

 “In due time, my love.”

  By the time Christmas Eve arrives, you’ve spent nearly every day with Namjoon. At work, he brings you fresh coffee from his Nespresso and buys you lunch. You’ve even landed his big case, an incredibly complex lawsuit that will showcase your skills. Namjoon gives you pointers and space to talk through the case with him.

Namjoon is, in fact, simply being kind. And it unsettles you.

 Your heart and brain are at war with each other constantly. You should hate him, loathe him. He’s going to nail that promotion regardless of what you prove to Seokjin.

 But your heart tells you he deserves it. He’s an incredible attorney and has earned every ounce of respect. You want Namjoon to get that promotion just to see that smile on his face. He’d do incredible things as Seokjin’s protege to take over the firm.

 You hate to admit it, but Namjoon has melted the ice around your heart. And you’re dreading the day after all this is over, because it will be the day Namjoon stops holding you close and pressing soft kisses to your temple. It will be the day he stops pretending this is all real.

 It’s Christmas Eve and you’re sitting in Namjoon’s expensive Range Rover, plush leather seat toasty from the built-in seat warmer. You can’t help but marvel at the way the oncoming headlights brighten up Namjoon’s features as he drives you down a snowy mountain lane. They always hold the Kim family holiday party at Namjoon’s late grandfather’s cabin in the mountains, a quiet getaway for the family to gather and spend the night together to wake up on Christmas morning and gather around for presents and food.

 Which means waking up to Kim Namjoon.

 It’s something you’ve dreamt of often, but denied yourself any actual possibility of it. Namjoon was always out of reach, and it was easier to hate him for his success he rightfully deserved than it was to admit the feelings that were always inside.

 And now, although it’s artificial, you can’t bear to think of not spending your time with Namjoon anymore.

 You steal a glance again at him, and smile as you hear his faint humming. He loves Christmas music. You learned that early in the week during another early morning coffee and ‘get to know you’ before work. Namjoon couldn’t stop singing Mariah Carey’s classic pop song under his breath as it played over the speakers in the cafe. 

 “It’s so pretty up here,” you muse as you force your vision away from Namjoon’s gorgeous face to the snowy scenery outside. 

 The snow is falling gently, not enough to cause a blizzard but enough to make it seem like you’re trapped in a picturesque snow-globe. Leaving the city and entering the magical forest stirs an emotion inside you you hadn’t felt in some time.

 It’s Christmas Eve and there’s just something magical.

 Ugh. Unbelievable.

 Namjoon has even made you actually enjoy Christmas.

 He nods. “Yeah, it’s my favorite place in the world, I think.”

 “I can see why,” you sigh. “It looks like a painting.”

 Namjoon glances over at you peering through the window. His heart hammers in his chest hard as your glittering eyes bounce around from tree to tree, a pretty smile on your face. The diamond ring in his pocket feels like it weighs a literal ton and he nibbles at his lip.

 He bought it for the showmanship of it all, initially. It was his first purchase he made when he set up this whole rouse.

 But now, it feels real. It feels like he’s really about to get on one knee and ask you, the girl he’s absolutely head over heels for, to marry him.

 And then it will be over.

 He’ll make up some story to tell his mom about how it didn’t work out and you’ll go back to being his coworker, and nothing more.

 Namjoon can’t fight the sinking feeling in his stomach.

 Nothing more.

 He pulls into the driveway before you even have time to realize you’re there. He puts the car in park and smiles over at you. 

 He looks so cute in his puffy winter coat, hair pushed to the side and a smile that’s all dimples and cheeks.

 Fuck.

 “We’re here,” he whispers. “You ready?”

 Suddenly, the nerves of meeting your fake boyfriend’s entire family slap you right in the face. You hope that you’re a good enough actress to get Namjoon through the night and into the morning.

 “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

 He nods and squeezes your hand, an unspoken comforting ‘I got you’.

 Namjoon gathers his wrapped gifts and stacks them all in his arms, ignoring your pleas and giggles to help carry them in.

 “No, no,” he assures. “I have to make sure my mom sees me being manly and helpful.”

 As if on cue, the front door opens and Mrs. Kim is bursting out into the snowy night.

 “Namjoon!” She shrieks, completely overjoyed. The rest of the family is standing by the door, eyeing you carefully with smiles and whispers. You pray to whatever Christmas God that’s listening that you can do this.

 Namjoon sets the pile of gifts down just in time to wrap his delicate and tiny mother in his arms, hugging her tightly while she gleefully buries her face into her tall son’s chest.

 “Oh, my son, I’ve missed you.”

 Namjoon kisses the crown of her head and smiles.

 “Missed you too, eomma.”

 The scene has you misty-eyed and you swipe at your eyes to stop the tears. There’s no way you’re ruining the fantastic makeup you did for the occasion, but the reunion of Namjoon and his mother is heart-warming. He clearly cares for his mother more than he would outwardly admit. 

 Namjoon and his mother unwrap from each other and Namjoon turns towards you.

 “Everyone, this is ____,” he breathes. “My girlfriend.”

 His mother’s gleeful squeals now turn to you, and within an instant she’s gathering you up in just as tight of a hug as she did to her son.

 “Oh, darling, we are so happy to meet you,” she beams.

 The excitement in her voice makes you feel bad—like you’re conning an old woman out of her retirement. You’re instilling a sense of hope in the kind woman, and you can’t help but send Namjoon a look as you wrap your arms around her and return the embrace. His eyes sparkle with something you can’t read.

 “I’m happy to meet you too,” you smile as you pull apart. “Thank you for letting me come.”

 “No thanks necessary,” she admonishes with a wink. “We had to beg Namjoon to bring you. It seems he wants to keep you all to himself.”

 “Eomma!” Namjoon snaps. “Be appropriate!”

 She nudges you with her elbow knowingly, which makes your cheeks flame hot, before she leads the way back into the house.

 “Come in, come in! Let’s get out of this snow.”

 Namjoon encourages you to step inside with a gentle hand at the small of your back—a touch that makes your body light up brighter than a Christmas tree.

 “Thank you,” he whispers in your ear from behind. You can feel the warmth of his lips and your body reacts.

How is it that any simple act makes you desperately horny for the man? You pray for some respite from your sexual frustration over the next day. How are you going to last over 24 hours?

 Namjoon deposits his massive haul of gifts under the tree and returns to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to bring you close. He introduces you to uncles and aunts and cousins. He even introduces you to his infamous cousin, Jungkook, who smirks at you in a way that makes Namjoon pull you in closer to his body.

 “Are you doing okay?” Namjoon finally asks after the rush of relatives greeting you dies down. He turns you towards him, to face him directly with his hands on either of your shoulders. “You’re killing it.”

 You can’t help but smile. Namjoon’s family is all incredibly kind and funny. They welcome you into the family with ease and it chips away a little more each time at your heart.

 Because this is all fake. 

 One day, Namjoon really will have a girlfriend to bring to Christmas and to show off to his relatives and it won’t be you. You’ll be back at your apartment, watching shitty TV re-runs and binging on Chinese takeout, as you do every year. It’s a jab at your heart each time the bitter truth rears its ugly head.

 “Yeah,” you nod. “I’m great.”

 “Look!” Jungkook shouts. “They’re standing under the mistletoe!”

 Namjoon blushes a shade of red that likely matches a blush on your own cheeks. Sure enough, the green branches of the mistletoe taunt you from above. 

 You’ve never kissed Namjoon before. In all the skinship and closeness of the last week, you’ve still yet to close the gap to kissing the man. 

 “Oh, come on Kook, that’s a stupid tradition,” Namjoon murmurs awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck.

 Jungkook smirks as he steps up next to you.

 “Well, if you’re not going to do it, I’d be more than happy to take your place.”

 Jungkook wraps a loose arm around you and gives you a charming smile. He must be very popular with the ladies, you think. That’s a charming smile.

 “Hey!” Namjoon grabs for your hand and tugs you out of Jungkook’s predatory gaze. “She’s my girlfriend.”

 Namjoon looks at you for a moment, assessing your comfort level with everything about to take place. His lips look so inviting, so plush and warm. Now that you’re thinking about kissing him, you can’t help but focus on the way his lips pucker so gently and naturally.

 And then it happens. Namjoon lowers his face towards you and it feels as if the world is in slow-motion. It’s happening.

 The first press of his lips is soft and conservative. You take a split second to register, but instinctively you press against his lips with determination and wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

 He groans softly as you trail your tongue out to seek purchase in his mouth, and he opens for you without hesitation. His hands grip at your waist and bring your body flush against his. You can feel his cock twitching and rising from the kiss that’s gone from innocent and playful to passionate and deep. It feels like the world around you has stopped and the only thing that matters is Namjoon, his mouth, his body against your own. He tastes like hot chocolate and peppermint, and you want more, more.

 “Oh my god, stop,” Jungkook’s voice shatters your illusion of being all alone with Namjoon. “Now you’re just showing off.”

 Namjoon pulls away from you, eyes dazed as he tries to right himself. 

 “You two are just so perfect for each other,” Namjoon’s mother says, who’s suddenly appeared in Jungkook’s place. “Let me show you your bedroom.”

 “Oh, we’re sharing?” You ask without thought. It’s a large house, with ample bedrooms surely for you to have your own space.

 Namjoon nudges you in the ribs gently, eyes widening and mouthing a ‘what the fuck do you mean?’ 

 “Of course dear, don’t be silly,” his mother replies with an eyebrow waggle and a chuckle. “I remember when your father and I were dating. He would sneak into my room after my parents went to bed and keep me up all night long. Your grandfather would ask me if I had terrible dreams that night, because I looked so tired.”

 Namjoon makes a face. “Eomma, please,” he begs. “Please don’t talk about my parents like that.”

 As his mother guides you down a long hallway, your mind is whirring with too many thoughts of Namjoon, of sharing a bedroom with Namjoon, of seeing his sleeping face and waking up next to him. It’s all too much, too overwhelming. You pray there’s a couch in the room you could sleep on, because you’re far too weak and you’d rather fight the desperation in your body than face the fact that you want nothing more than to curl right into Namjoon’s strong arms and let him hold you all night to sleep.

 Fuck.

 “Here we are!” 

 His mother opens the door with grace, and flicks on the light. The room is beautiful in its simplicity. A king sized bed, a fireplace, and a balcony with a view of the sprawling snowy scene outside. It’s cozy and warm and decorated with its own Christmas tree.

 “Wow,” is all you can muster.

 “Aish, Mom,” Namjoon sighs as he drops his bags. “You didn’t need to do all of this for us.”

 Mrs. Kim holds his hand in both of hers. “Well, I know how special this Christmas is going to be,” she winks. “I want you to enjoy your time here. Now, I’ll leave you two alone for a bit. Dinner is in an hour, so ‘freshen up’!”

Another wink, and Namjoon makes another face. She definitely wants grandchildren, that much is for certain.

 She closes the door behind her and you’re left standing in the room, overnight bag in hand.

 “This is—Wow, this is amazing.”

 You’ve never experienced Christmas like this—with decorations and warmth and family. It’s as if the love of the Kim family permeates the very walls of the expansive cabin, like it’s built into the foundation itself. For a moment, you allow yourself to soak it all in. This is all yours. It’s your Christmas and you finally understand why so many make such a fuss over it. The results are nothing short of remarkable.

 “Yeah, she really does the most,” Namjoon laughs. 

 He takes the bag from your hand without your notice and you step towards the balcony to peer into the night. The landscape looks as if everything has been covered in soft marshmallow. The snow is untouched—picture perfect.

 “I’ve never had anything like this before.”

 Namjoon settles your bag and his on the bed, watching as you soak in your own wonder. The smile on your face is not one he sees often, one of pure joy. Namjoon swallows hard as he realizes he wants to be the one to always put that smile on your face.

 “Not such a Scrooge after all, eh?”

 You turn from the still-life view outside and back to Namjoon, where he stands at the foot of the bed. He looks so different outside the office. He’s wearing skinny jeans and a flannel shirt, his puffy jacket hanging by the door. No cream suit, no slicked back hair or shoes shiny enough to see your reflection. Just simply Namjoon.

 He’s no longer the man who steals the limelight in the office. He’s no longer the man you see as your adversary or your rival.

 He’s the man who’s showing you the magic of Christmas, the spirit of love and kindness that embodies the season.

 He’s the man you’ve fallen in love with.

 And yet, he’s the man who will leave once this is over and return to his proper life, and you to yours. He’ll return to sleeping with models and movie starlets, and you’ll return to binge watching Great British Bake-Off with Jimin and a carton of Chicken Tikka Masala.

 And Christmas will never feel as special as it does now. 

 So, you’re determined to soak in it for a little longer. It’s going to hurt regardless, so why not push that hurt off until tomorrow and allow yourself to pretend you live the lie you’re spinning for Namjoon’s family?

 “I think I’ll just freshen up and change into my dinner outfit, then?” You ask out loud, grabbing for your overnight bag and heading towards the ensuite.

 Namjoon, who expected a witty retort, takes a moment to reply.

 “Oh,” he coughs. “Yeah, sure. I’ll err—, I’ll just get ready out here.”

 You quickly escape into the bathroom, closing the door and resting on it as you exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

 The tension in the bedroom with Namjoon was too thick, too powerful, especially after the kiss you just shared. His cock had been there, straining in his jeans as you licked into his mouth. The kiss felt so natural, as if you had always kissed Namjoon like that. Your heart beats loud and hard in your chest just from the thought of it.

 You really needed to get a handle over yourself. You still have dinner to get through, and an entire night in a bedroom with Namjoon. A bed with Namjoon.

 No, you won’t allow yourself to go that far. You can pretend you’re his girlfriend, but all thoughts of his delectable body doing scintillating things to yours is strictly off-limits. You shake all thoughts of a thick, heavy cock sliding into your mouth and warm hands spreading you open, and set about fixing your makeup and changing into the gorgeous cocktail dress you purchased for the occasion. It wasn’t often you got to get dressed up. The emerald green velvet dress clings to your body and highlights your curves. It’s a sexy dress, definitely, but also appropriate for a formal evening with your boyfriend’s parents.

 Well, your fake boyfriend. Right.

 After fixing your hair and buckling your heels, you take one last glimpse in the mirror for good luck and exit the room.

 Your breath is nearly knocked out of your lungs as you see Namjoon. 

You’ve seen him dressed up for court and for TV appearances millions of times, but you’ve never seen him like this.

 He wears a blood red button up without a tie, a few buttons open to emphasize the casual look, tucked into the tightest and sexiest slacks you’ve ever seen. They hug his thighs and sit at a spot on his waist that you just know is rippling with cut lines from his work in the gym. His hair is tucked back with a bit of hairspray, and he’s fixing the sleeves of his shirt when he sees you.

 His eyes widen and his hands fall to his sides as he soaks in your appearance.

 An absolute vision.

 He can see the gentle valley between your breasts and the way your dress pushes up your cleavage and displays your collar.  The dress follows the delicate curve of your waist and hips and ends at your knee, but teases him with a glimpse of thigh that has him wiping his mouth in case he’s drooling. 

 “You look incredible,” Namjoon murmurs as you step closer.

“So do you.”

 You swallow hard as he continues closer to you, breathing harshly as he stands right in front of you. You could reach out and unbuckle his expensive slacks and fist his cock right there. You’d fall on your knees for him, if he asked.

 There’s a moment of silence as Namjoon’s face inches closer and closer to your own, each unable to verbalize just how desperate either of you feel for the other.

 “Namjoon, I—,” you start. You want to tell him. You want to tell him everything—that you don’t want this to be fake, that you want this to be real, and you want to be his and his forever.

 “Yes?”

 You swallow hard, shaken by just how close his lips are to yours. He’s inches away and all you can focus on is the way his plush lips look and how well they fit against your own under the mistletoe.

 “I just—, I really um, I’m just very…” 

 You’re not making sense. Comprehension of language is quickly soaring out the window because the only words you know are ‘Please, for the love of God, kiss me and make me yours’, but you can’t bring yourself to speak them out loud.

 Namjoon’s hand cups your cheek, as if he can tell what you’re trying to say.

 “Yeah,” he breathes. The inches between you turn to centimeters, to bare millimeters. Your eyes flutter close as you feel his breath dance over your lips and your heart beats so loud you’re sure the entire household can hear it. He’s right there and moves in to close the distance—

 “Knock Knock!!”

 The forceful, cheery voice of cousin Jungkook forces both of you to jump away from each other as if you’ve touched a burning stove. Your head feels light, like you’ve forgotten to breathe for the last ten minutes and you’ve suddenly taken in too much air.

 The wooden door squeaks open and Jungkook pokes his head in, a shit-eating grin on his face.

 “Auntie sent me to get you. It’s dinnertime!”

 Namjoon rubs his face frustratedly. “Yes, thank you, Jungkook.”

 Jungkook doesn’t leave, however. He smiles at you and winks. 

“Would you like an escort to dinner, madame? You look tastier than the roast beef downstairs.”

 A blush creeps over your cheeks as Namjoon storms to the door where his cousin laughs.

 “That’s enough, Kook. We’ll be down in a minute.”

 He sends you one more grin, then retreats from the door and closes it behind him.

 “Sorry about that,” Namjoon apologizes. You’re not sure what he’s apologizing for—Jungkook, or the moment before.

 “It’s alright. Let’s go?”

 Namjoon nods and holds out his hand with a smile.

 “Let’s go, girlfriend.”

  Dinner with the Kim family is as delightful as every other interaction with them has been. They’re polite and funny and ask questions about your life and your family.

 They ask how you met Namjoon (at work), what your favorite quality about him is (his smile and his ass), and what your first date together was (coffee at seven in the morning).

 You tell stories of Namjoon in the office, of your best friend Park Jimin who’s secretly trying to date the IT manager, of your parents and Christmases past.

 By the time dessert is served, Namjoon’s mother looks at you as if you’ve put the very stars in the sky.

 Namjoon doesn’t miss that look either. He can see the way his family is falling in love with you and somewhere deep in his stomach, he feels the guilt rising. All of this is a lie. Not only is he going to break his own heart, but every heart of his family member’s too. 

 “We’re all just so overjoyed that Namjoon has found someone to share his life with,” his mom speaks softly. It’s the first time she’s been thoughtful and quiet. She’s a woman who’s larger than life, you’ve found, so the softness in her tone strikes a chord. “You’re absolutely perfect for him. I’ve never seen him happier.”

 Fuck. 

 “Thank you,” you murmur sincerely to his mother. “I’ve never been happier.”

 Namjoon peers up from where he’s been pushing around his uncle’s famous chocolate cake on his plate to watch as you speak.

 “Truthfully, I never cared much for Christmas. I thought it was a rubbish holiday and spent it alone every year with a bottle of wine and some takeout. Namjoon really changed that for me,” you smile at the man and place your hand in his lap to hold his free hand. “He showed me more about Christmas in one week than I’ve felt in my entire life.”

 Namjoon’s mom wipes away an errant tear and he squeezes your hand under the table.

 “I guess the Grinch’s heart has grown 3 sizes, after all.”

 Namjoon’s joke lightens the soft mood, and suddenly there’s chatter around as the family members move about to wash dishes and clean up the mess of dinner. Everyone leaves the table except for you and Namjoon.

 “That was some good acting,” he whispers with a sad smile.

 “Right,” you whisper back, nibbling your lip anxiously. “Acting, of course.”

  You should have thought through the bedroom sharing thing more.

 Because sharing a bedroom is one thing.

 And sharing a bed is another.

 And of course, the only pajamas you thought to bring tonight is a very sexy long shirt that says “no coffee, no talking” with a bedazzled pair of shushing lips. That’s it. Just a single shirt. Not even a pair of shorts or pajama pants.

 You slip into the bed first, as far onto one side of it as possible. It’s a king sized bed, and it still feels too intimate, too close.

 Namjoon exits the bathroom after his shower, rubbing at his wet hair with a towel. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of flannel pajamas, leaving his bare chest on display.

 Sweet lord in heaven, you nearly cry out loud. He’s absolutely ripped, pecs defined and droplets of water from his hair streaming down. You want to chase each drop with your tongue and circle back again. You shut your eyes tight and clench your teeth. Why, oh why, does he have to look so fucking sexy at a time like this?

 Namjoon sees you at the edge of the bed, shutting your eyes closed like you’re a shy schoolgirl afraid to see a naked man’s body. He feels guilty for making you be here. He knows you’ve likely got better things to do than spend time with a man you openly hate.

 “I’m sorry,” he apologizes for nothing in particular. 

 You ignore it. Instead, you’re trying to think of every un-sexy thing in the world you can possibly imagine. Taxes, a bunch of bees, old people, shark attacks.

 There’s absolutely nothing that can stop the image of Namjoon’s perfectly sculpted body from bursting into your mind. You’re nearly pleading with yourself to just go to sleep and contemplate how hard you’d need to hit your head to knock yourself out as fast as possible.

 “I’ll sleep on the floor,” he says as he grabs a small throw blanket from the closet and throws it to the ground by the fire.

 It snaps you from your musings of how best to forget how badly you want to suck Namjoon’s cock through his pajama pants.

 “What?” You sit up in the posh bed and finally make eye-contact. “Why? It’s freezing. There’s a literal snowstorm outside.” You motion to the window of the balcony. What was once a gentle snowfall is now a full-on winter storm.

 “There’s a fire. I’ll be fine, I sleep hot anyway.” Namjoon’s voice is low and without energy. He almost sounds sad.

 God, is being with you that hard for him? You know you’re just the artificial replacement until he has the real thing, but you’d actually hoped Namjoon had found it as comforting and warm as you had.

 “Namjoon,” you sigh. “This is a king-sized bed. You don’t need to be waking up with back pain because you gallantly slept on the floor.”

 To emphasize your point, you tug back the blankets on the other side, beckoning him to join.

 He hesitates for a moment, as if he’s weighing the pro’s and con’s and sliding into bed next to you in his mind, then stands and pads his way on the plush carpet towards the bed and slips in.

 There’s an entire football field of distance between you two in the bed, but it feels like he’s right beside you. You imagine sliding in right next to him, wrapping your arms around his taut chest and pressing soft kisses to his stomach.

 You squeeze your eyes closed again. Stop it, you horny slut.

 “Thank you, again.” Namjoon breaks the silence. “I really appreciate you helping me out.”

 “Yeah,” you swallow hard. “Of course. What else was I going to do? Jimin’s probably sucking Yoongi’s dick right now, so I’d be watching baking shows alone.”

 Namjoon laughs for a moment, then quiets.

 “You know, I don’t even really want that promotion at work.”

 You’re surprised by the sudden change in topic, but you turn over to face Namjoon.

“What?! Really?”

 Namjoon nods and stares at the ceiling. “I don’t think I’m that good of an attorney to get it, anyway.”

 His statement makes you sit up in bed again, staring at the man in disbelief.

 “Are you fucking kidding me, Namjoon? You’re the best lawyer in the firm.”

 Namjoon says nothing, just turns to stare at you curiously as you continue.

 “You’re like… literally better than Seokjin, too. The way you handled the Taehyung case was nothing short of historical. Like, that was an impossible case, and you nailed it. That was your ‘OJ’ case, you know?”

 Namjoon barks a laugh.

 “My what?”

 “Your OJ case!” You use your hands to emphasize the importance of what you’re saying. “Like, they’ll write about you and how impossible the odds were of winning that case. And you won it! Not even Seokjin could have won that case.”

 He’s silent again, watching as you speak directly from your heart with all the fire and passion you feel about the things you care about. It’s what makes you such an incredible lawyer, too.

 “Wow,” he breathes. “Thank you.”

 You settle back down from your excitement, suddenly bashful at how fanatical you became.  

 “You’re welcome,” you murmur. “You deserve that promotion. And the office.”

 Namjoon smirks.

 “And the Nespresso?”

 Your eyes narrow and send a glare to him he can see even with the faintest of light in the room.

 “No, no one deserves the Nespresso, except for me.”

 He chuckles and settles down into his pillows.

 “Goodnight,” he whispers.

 “Goodnight, Namjoon.”

 There’s a beat of silence and your eyes flutter shut easily. It’s quiet, and all you can hear is the crackle of the log in the fireplace and the wind blowing past the balcony windows as the storm outside rages.

 “Oh,” Namjoon whispers again. “And, Merry Christmas.”

 You can’t fight the smile that creeps onto your face.

 “Merry Christmas, Joonie.”

  “Happy Christmas!” A voice bellows through your bedroom at approximately seven fifteen am.

 You groan, immediately grimacing and burying your face into your firm, warm pillow.

 “Nooooo,” you whine, trying to hide from the offending noise.

 Namjoon shakes awake, and notices Jungkook standing at the bedroom door once again.

“It’s time for presents!” He giddily explains. “And, they gave me the job of waking you two up.”

 “Of course,” Namjoon yawns.

 “You look a little wrapped up,” Jungkook smirks, eyeing your sleeping body. “I’ll give you two a minute. Don’t get distracted.”

 Namjoon rolls his eyes and watches as the door closes, before he turns his attention towards you.

 Somehow, in the middle of the night, you’ve scooched yourself to his side of the bed and draped your body around his. Your face is buried in his chest and your legs are haphazardly intertwined in his own.

 He bites his lip. His cock is rock solid, not just from his usual morning wood, but from the way he can feel your tits through your shirt, and from the sight of your pink panties. Namjoon wants to take them off with his teeth and bury his face in your delicious cunt, and his cock is nearly screaming at him to get on with it.

 “Hey,” he whispers to you, actively ignoring the demon that is his turgid length. “Wake up.”

 This causes you to cling harder to his chest, rubbing your sleepy face on him.

 “What is it with you and early mornings?” You ask, blearily raising your head to peer at him judgementally.

 Namjoon bites his lip, curious about your reaction to the tight embrace you’ve got on him. He doesn’t want to say anything, doesn’t want to break the spell. Frankly, he wants to push your sleep shirt up and stuff you full of his cum.

 “Merry Christmas?” He offers shyly.

 You take a full minute to recognize what’s happening.

 You’re no longer on your edge of the bed. You’re wrapped around the man like a koala, legs strewn over him without care and clinging to him like he’s a lifeline.

 “Oh!” You gasp as you jerk out of his grasp. 

 In your movement, your leg brushes over an obvious tent in Namjoon’s pants, making him groan softly. You shut your eyes, embarrassed at how disgustingly horny you are for the man who’s not even interested in you sexually.

 “Christ, I’m so sorry,” your cheeks flame bright red and you scoot further from him.

 “No, no, don’t be,” Namjoon wheezes as he tries to fix himself. “It’s fine. It’s more than fine. It’s great. It happens. Don’t worry.”

 He continues to stammer out reassurances as he leaves the bed and bolts into the bathroom to fix his unruly tented pants, leaving you sitting atop the bed washed with shame.

 “Fucking hell,” you whisper to yourself as you rub at your cheeks. “Get a grip of yourself.”

 Inside the bathroom, it only takes Namjoon a few fisted jerks of his cock and the mental image of you beneath him, begging for him, until he’s silently cumming on an expensive towel. He bites his free hand to stifle the moans he makes as his cock pulses.

 By the time he arrives back in the bedroom, you’ve changed into a hoodie and yoga leggings that accentuate your ass so delectably that Namjoon thinks about turning right back into the bathroom for a second round.

 “I’m sorry!” You nearly shout when he walks into the room. “About the bed. You were warm and I was cold. That’s all.”

 Nmajoon simply nods, doesn’t want to have to explain how he wishes he could wake up like that every day. Doesn’t want to describe in vivid detail how he’d wake you up with his tongue buried deep in your cunt.

 “Let me grab a shirt and we’ll head out, yeah?”

 Your eyes dance over the defined ridges of his body, a little crest-fallen at the idea that this might be the last time you see him shirtless, but you nod anyway.

 “Yeah.”

The ring box sits in a deceptively large box beneath the tree. Namjoon wrapped it last night and hide it at the very back. His heartbeat hammers in his ears as his family passes around gifts and opens each with squeals of delight.

 His mother gave him new ties for the office, ones that Namjoon prefers. She’s even gifted you with jewelry, which makes your eyes water at the sentiment.

 It all begins to be too much. It’s harder and harder to hold back the tears as each of Namjoon’s family members gives you gifts. It doesn’t matter the value, not at all. The fact that they specifically set out to include you in their gift-unwrapping makes your heart snap in two.

 This is all too much, it’s too real.

 It’s everything you never dreamed you could have. A loving partner who lets you sit in the space of his legs and rubs your arms soothingly. A family who goes out of their way to include you in the abundance of love and company. A cabin so warm and cozy.

 The tears don’t stop.

 It’s at the end of the gift exchange that you finally allow yourself to breathe. 

 “There’s one more,” Namjoon whispers as he moves from behind you and fetches a large box from behind the tree. “It’s for you, princess.”

 Curiously, and suspiciously, you eye him as he sets the enormous gift in your lap. You had done nearly all his Christmas shopping with him, and can’t remember a single thing he would have gotten for you.

 “I hope it’s the Nespresso from your office,” you snark with a smile. His family members all laugh and exchange knowing looks to each other.

 Namjoon doesn’t think he can breathe. He watches as you begin to carefully unwrap the large box, which reveals another box, slightly smaller. He can’t help but grin as you continue to unwrap the nesting-doll style gift until you’re down to the smallest one, the one that holds the ring box.

 With one last tear of paper, your eyes widen as you recognize the velvet box.

 “Oh--,” you breathe as you delicately pry open the gift.

 Inside sits a dazzling and gorgeous diamond ring. It catches the light from the fire and sparkles like a firecracker.

 “Oh my god,” you whimper as the tears flow again.

 He’s proposing.

 Namjoon settles himself onto one knee and tucks an errant piece of hair behind your ears.

 “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I knew from day one that you were always the girl I wanted to marry,”

 Namjoon’s speech sends daggers to your heart. He’s so convincing for something so counterfeit. 

 “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember, much longer than we’ve been together. You’re who I want to come home to every night, and who I want to wake up with every morning.”

 It hurts. It hurts so badly that you’re crying even harder as he continues to speak. His family must think you’re simply overcome with emotion and love that the crying doesn’t give it away, but inside you’re absolutely dying.

 There’s no way you can recover from this.

 Tomorrow, Namjoon will take the ring back to where he got it from and return to what he had before. He’ll leave you behind, broken and hopelessly in love with a man who faked a relationship so well that you fell for it, hard.

 “____, will you marry me?”

 You take several large, gulping gasps to reply. You can’t shatter the illusion. Namjoon’s parents are weeping with joy, while his relatives record the moment on their phones and wipe away errant tears. Even Jungkook looks soft, proud of his cousin for taking the next step in his life.

 Oh, how you wish this were all real.

 “Yes,” you lie with a smile. “Yes, Namjoon, of course!”

 Namjoon grins and pulls you to standing, gathering you in his arms as he hugs you tight. His family cheers and hollers in the background, and you sob into his shoulder as you cling to him.

 He easily slides the diamond ring out of the box and onto your finger, where it sits and taunts you. The weight is heavy, and you whimper at the realization that this will never be for you. It will sit atop a pretty model’s finger sometime soon, when Namjoon resumes his regular life.

 “Oh, my darlings, I am so happy for you!” Namjoon’s mother appears and wraps you both in a hug, weeping and kissing cheeks. “We must discuss planning!”

 It’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. The tears and weeping turn to wracking sobs, which quiets the family as they watch you hold your face in your hands.

 “I’m sorry,” you apologize through your grief. “I—I just need a moment.”

 Without another word, you turn from the scene and bolt back towards the bedroom.

 It’s silent and Namjoon’s heart sinks. 

 This must be too much for you, too much for you to pretend to love him. He knew it was too much and he should have discussed it with you beforehand.

 “She’s just a little err--,” Namjoon tries. “Easily emotional. I’ll go check on her.”

 His family understands as Namjoon hurries towards the bedroom and gently opens the door.

 You’re sitting over your overnight bag, trying to shove any clothing into it you can, while you sob openly.

 “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I should have told you. I sort of... told my mom I’d be proposing to my girlfriend.”

 There’s pain in your eyes as you snap your head up to look at him. It nearly destroys him.

 “You should have warned me!” You gasp. “Namjoon, I can’t do this.”

 Namjoon lowers his head and shoves his hands into his pockets of his pajama pants.

 “I get it. I know you want to go back to your regular life. I can take you home now.”

 You’re silent for a moment, standing and moving towards the man.

 “Don’t you get it, Namjoon?”

 He raises his head to look at you curiously, brow knitted together with confusion.

 “I’m in love with you, you asshole!” You cry, pushing at his chest. “I can’t continue to pretend this is real anymore. I love you, I absolutely love you and I can’t go on watching you pretend you love me too. It’s too much for me to handle.”

 Namjoon’s world freezes in time as he watches you slide the ring off your finger. He grasps your hand to stop you, his eyes boring into your own.

 “I never had to pretend.”

 Before you can speak, Namjoon cups your cheek and pulls you in close, mouth sealing over your own in a desperate kiss.

 You don’t fight it, not at all. You sink into his grasp and kiss him back with fervor, with all the pent-up emotions you’ve held back all this time.

 “I’m in love with you,” he whispers as he pulls away from the kiss. “I meant every single word I said.”

 More tears stream down your cheeks, and Namjoon is quick to wipe them away with his thumb.

 “I know it’s maybe too soon for us to really be engaged, but I—I want that, with you,” he adds. “I want you to be my girlfriend… for real.”

 “Are you being serious right now?” You ask as your hands cling to Namjoon’s waist.

 He can’t help but to laugh, nodding in reassurance as he leans down to press his lips to yours in a tender kiss.

 “Never been more serious in my life.”

 “I can’t believe you’re mine,” Joon murmurs into the nape of your neck.

 You were supposed to be driving home to your apartment now, back to real life, but the snowstorm raged on and Namjoon decided it might be best to spend yet another night in the cabin. Together. As a couple. A real couple.

 You didn’t put up much of a fight.

 He’s pressing soft kisses into your tender skin as he closes the door to the bedroom.

  “All mine, all mine.” He chants it like a mantra. 

 You’re trying to maneuver your way into the dark bedroom, only guided by the light from the fireplace. Namjoon stops you and pulls away from your neck, eyes soaking in every inch of you.

 “You have no idea what I’ve been dying to do to you,” he speaks after a moment of appreciating your beauty.

 “Hmm, I think I have some idea,” you say, a finger at Namjoon’s chest, directing him towards the bed. “I’ve been dying to suck your cock, Joon,” you whisper in his ear as he makes his way backwards. “Will you let me?”

 Namjoon nods in a daze as he sits on the edge of the bed and watches as you kneel. Your eyes are full of hope, full of lust. It makes his cock harden further.

 “Please do,” he breathes. “I’ve wondered what you’d look like with your mouth full of my dick.”

 You smile as you tug at his flannel pajama pants, pulling them down thick thighs and calves until they’re completely off. Your mouth waters at the sight before you. Namjoon’s cock is thick, head weeping with pre-cum and straining hard against his taut chest. He’s been working out more, you can tell. His arms are full and strong, and his chest is so firm and defined. 

 He’s an entire three-course meal.

 Before you move closer to his cock, Namjoon stops you.

 “Take your shirt off.”

 You comply easily, already settling well into an obedient role. He discards the shirt to the side and marvels at your breasts. He can’t wait to mark them up, suck them until you’re crying.

 “Perfect,” he sighs. “You’re fucking perfect.”

 He allows you to resume your work, eyeing the length of his cock before wrapping a hand around it and gently pumping.

 “Shit,” he breathes as his head falls back. “I’ve dreamt about how it’d feel having my cock in your hands.”

 “What else have you dreamed about?” You ask with a teasing smile, bringing your lips to the tip to paint tiny stripes. He tastes salty, somewhat earthy, and the pre-cum that’s gathered at the top gets swept up by your tongue. 

 Namjoon can’t believe how lucky he is. Can’t believe how incredible it feels to have you here, licking at his cock like a lollipop. He’s enchanted by the way your delicate tongue swirls around his head, testing and teasing.

 “You look so good, princess,” he whispers as he tucks stray hair behind your ears. 

 You’re encouraged by his sweet-talk and soon descend to take his cock fully in as far as you can go. You’re definitely out of practice, but you steel yourself up to take him completely to the back of your throat. Namjoon’s desperate moans and cursing only encourages you further.

 Soon enough, you’ve started a rhythm of bobbing your head and swirling your tongue and pumping your hand down his thick length. The noises leaving your mouth are sinful—slurping and sucking and whining around him. Namjoon’s got a hand on the back of your head, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and coaxing your bouncing head further down his cock.

 “Oh, shit, baby,” he grits through a tight jaw. “I’m gonna cum baby girl, fuuuuckkk—oh god, yes baby, just like that.”

 You slurp and swallow around his cock as much as you can, head bobbing at a frantic pace while you cast your eyes upwards to the man to watch him come apart. He meets your eye contact and loses it at the fire burning in your beautiful eyes.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasps as his cock pulses. “Cumming, baby—ohhhh, shit, take it all, baby.”

 After slowing your pace completely, you sweetly moan around his length as his salty cum splatters on your tongue. Bringing Namjoon to climax with your mouth is already one of your favorite hobbies, and you’re desperate to do it again.

 When he’s completely spent in your mouth, you pop off carefully and present your tongue to your boyfriend, who smiles.

 “You gonna swallow my cum, baby girl?” He asks, cupping your cheek sweetly.

 You nod in reply, and he groans as he watches you close your mouth and visibly swallow his load.

 “Fuck, that was so hot. Fucking kiss me already,” he demands, pulling you up gently by the hand and pressing his mouth to yours. He doesn’t care if he can taste himself still lingering in your mouth. In fact, he thinks your mouth should always taste like him.

 Namjoon holds you close as he kisses you, tongue diving around and seeking purchase in your mouth. His hands are roaming your body, cupping your breasts and caressing your curves. He can’t get enough. He doesn’t think there will come a time in his life when he won’t love touching you.

 His hand smoothes over the satin of your panties and he smirks into the kiss as he feels how wet they are.

 “Oh my,” he tuts as he rubs at your clothed slit. “All this from sucking my cock, princess?”

 It’s too late to be ashamed of it. You simply nod and whimper as his thick fingers rub at your core. You’re dying to feel those fingers inside you, scissoring you open to prepare you for his massive cock.

 “P-please,” you gasp, needing more of him. “Please, Joon.”

 He lets out a breath of contentment, loving the way his name sounds in your breathy moans. In one quick swoop, he flings your panties off and onto the floor and slides down to his knees where you knelt moments before.

 “I want to see this pretty pussy up close,” he murmurs as he lays you out at the edge and spreads open your thighs as wide as he can. 

 You’re gorgeous, absolutely mouth-watering. He licks his lips as he watches your folds drip with arousal and takes a delicate finger to trace the slit gently.

 “Fuck,” you gasp as he swirls his finger around your sensitive clit. It’s been so long since someone else has made you orgasm, you’re sure you won’t last a second with the man of your sexual dreams face-first in your cunt.

 “This is my pussy now,” he states as he leans in close and licks a fat stripe from your hole to your clit. “I’m going to make you cum every fucking night, baby. Gonna claim this cunt as my own.”

 You’re trembling from his words and his actions as he soon buries his face into your pussy and eats as if he’s a man starved. His tongue swirls around your hole before swiping up to your clit, making your back arch and keen off the bed. His lips wrap around your throbbing clit and sucks gently, lewd noises echoing off the walls of the bedroom.

 “Namjoon!” You squeal as he slides two of his fingers inside you and slowly pumps. They’re thick and perfect, and they’re better than you could have ever dreamed.

 “Cum for me, baby,” he coaxes as he licks at your clit. “I know you want to.”

 He’s right. You’re desperate for it and the string inside your belly that tightens with each thrust of his solid fingers has it nearing a snapping point.

 Namjoon speeds up, adds a third finger and fucks into you like a man on a mission. He watches your face pinch in agonized delight and is hypnotized by the way your tits bounce with each thrust up. His cock is rock solid again, aching to bury itself deep inside your womb and coat you with his cum.

 “That’s it, baby girl,” he breathes as he watches your body quiver. “Cum on my fingers, let daddy see you fall apart.”

 He presses his lips to your clit one last time and sucks, and it sends you reeling over the edge into bliss. Namjoon moans as he feels your cunt convulse and squeeze his fingers as if they’re his cock, and he nearly whines at how good it’s going to feel when he’s balls deep inside of you.

 “Fuck!” You cry as your back lifts off the bed and your legs shake. “Oh, my god!”

 Namjoon kitten licks at your pussy as you come down, cleaning up the juices that coat his fingers. He doesn’t break eye contact with you as he does it, sucking up your essence like it’s an expensive wine he won’t waste a drop of.

 “You’re so fucking sexy,” he says as you try to catch your breath. “I can’t wait to fuck you in my office.”

 The smile on your face turns lustful as you spread your legs open once again and present yourself to him.

 “Why don’t we practice right now?”

 Namjoon grips the base of his cock and gives himself a few pumps as he stares at your gorgeous body—laid out and ready for him.

 “Merry Christmas to me,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your lips and lines himself up.

 In one swift motion, he slips inside your juicy channel and buries himself to the hilt. You’re so wet and warm and tight that Namjoon falters and groans out loud.

 “Holy shit,” he cries. “Sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever felt in my life.”

 Namjoon filling you up to the brim is something you’ve only ever dreamt of, and now that it’s happening you feel intoxicated. He’s so thick inside you, stretching you past what you thought you could handle, and the burn is so sweet.

 “Fuck me, Joon,” you beg as he continues to still inside you. “Please, fuck me, daddy.”

 It’s the magic word for Namjoon and instantly he’s snapped back to feral, ready to claim you as his own. He grips your hips tightly as he pumps in and out of you, delighted by the squelching juicy sounds of your cunt as he takes you.

 “That’s right, baby girl, I’m your fucking daddy,” he grunts. “Take this fat cock for daddy.”

 Your legs quiver with each thrust and Namjoon sucks a nipple into his mouth, nibbling gently on the bud which makes your body thrum with electricity. He’s marking you, claiming you inside and out, you realize. You whine and keen for him to continue, and Namjoon growls as he doubles his pace. 

 He thrusts into you without abandon, desperately seeking his release that will have him spilling his cum anywhere he possibly can.

 “Mmm, look at my pretty princess,” he groans as he stares at your blissed-out face. “Taking daddy’s cock so good, being a perfect little slut.”

 His words make your eyes roll back into your head. You’d never had someone speak so nasty to you while being so kind and praise-worthy that you don’t think you can now ever live without it.

 “G-gonna cum, daddy!” you cry as you feel your body nearing the edge. “Please let me cum!”

 Namjoon gasps for air and drops a thumb to your clit to rub circles on the sensitive bundle.

 “Yes, baby girl, cum for daddy. Cum on my cock, princess.”

 Namjoon’s unrelenting pace and thumb handily stroking your clit brings you to the end, sending you screaming into orgasmic delight.

 Namjoon nearly weeps at how good your cunt feels convulsing around his cock, walls coaxing him and gripping him tight as if your pussy is begging for his own release. 

 “Cum inside me daddy, please,” you beg as you try to catch your breath. 

 Namjoon needs no more permission. He gasps as your channel tightens around him impossibly and sends him into his own release. He whimpers as his cock pulses with ferocity, loads of cum splattering your walls.

 He doesn’t pull out. Instead, he rests his sweaty forehead on yours as you both try to catch your breath.

 “Holy shit,” you gasp as you feel yourself returning to Earth.

 Namjoon laughs and presses a kiss to your lips, before nodding.

 “Yeah,” is all he can manage.

 After a few shuddering breaths, you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s naked body and hold him close, as close as you can.

 “If this is what Christmas is all about, sign me up.”

 Namjoon buries his face into your neck and kisses you sweetly, before lifting and giving you a playful smile.

 “I guess all Scrooge needed was a good fuck. Dickens got that part all wrong.”

Returning to work after the New Year was easier this year than it had ever been in your career.

 Namjoon was given the promotion. He told Seokjin he wanted to keep his corner office near you because he “likes the view”, and that he would give all his top cases to the best lawyer in the office—you.

 Jimin won’t stop screaming when he sees the diamond ring on your finger. You haven’t wanted to take it off since the moment you put it on. Maybe it’s not an engagement ring quite yet, maybe it’s just more of a promise. Either way, Jimin is ecstatic and confused as he shakes you down for answers.

 He walks with you to your desk, chattering away about his week with Yoongi, while you sip your convenience store coffee.

 “What the fuck?” Jimin asks as he notices something on your desk. “What is that?”

 As you round the corner, your eyes catch sight of a gleaming silver contraption on your desk, right next to your brand new computer.

 A Nespresso.

 A smile crosses your lips as you approach the expensive machine and notice a folded up card on top.

 Inside, the card is simple.

 “To the only girl in the world who deserves a Nespresso. Love, Namjoon.”

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Day One (kth x reader one shot)

Pairing: Officemate!Taehyung x F. Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, just a cute little story to celebrate Mr Kim Tae Tae’s bday! Office AU!

Rating: M (18+) MINORS PLS DONT READ

Warnings: Descriptive Sexual Activities, Penetrative Sex.

Word Count: 7.2k

Disclaimers: I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me!

Summary: Taehyung and you work in the same department for 3 years now, you have always had a crush on him but know how he’s so out of your league. One day you two are appointed to plan your company’s birthday event, in the midst of it all will you finally had a chance with him?

A/N: Hi All, finally I finished this little one shot to celebrate Mr Kim Taehyung’s upcoming 27th Birthday!! this is just a fluffy smutty one shot, hopefully you’ll enjoy it (do please let me know if you do, I will appreciate it so much and I get more motivated to write more) Stay warm, safe and healthy everyone!

You’ll always be my Day One

Day zero when I was no one

I’m nothing by myself

You and no one else

Thankful you’re my day one

Day One - Honne

 “Finally! Never thought everything’s finally over and we came to the afterparty.”

 You bend over a little to rub your right heel that have been aching for hours now since you’ve literally been on your feet almost the whole day. It’s finally the last event of your company’s anniversary celebration. In honour of the 50th anniversary and celebrating last year’s highest ever profit booked by the company for the last 5 years, your CEO decided to hold company’s getaway with all 200 employees to spend 2 nights at a resort near the beach. Since your head of department was chosen as the Project Manager for this event, he immediately chose you and your colleague/close friend Taehyung to help him run the event, well you were also joined by other staffs from different departments too.

 “You okay?” Taehyung held your left arms which were leaning over the bar table while you still rubbing your heels.

 You felt your heartbeat quickened from his low baritone voice.

 So, Kim Taehyung. He’s been your colleague for almost 3 years now. He’s 2 years older from you but he got into the company later than you were, so your boss had assigned you to show him some ropes when he first came in. Of course, you were mesmerized by the strikingly handsome features of his face, also the sweet and deep voice of him, but you knew from day one, you were not his type. He was outgoing, friendly, hung out at the hippest places with hip friends, just living his hipster life as you said it.

 You yourself was just a typical girl next door, plain jane, you went to all-girls school your whole life, only had two “serious” boyfriends, not many outgoing friends. Your typical weekends are either hang out with some girl friends for dinner and movies or just Netflix and browsing anything online. In by no means, you were the same level of hotness as Kim Taehyung.

 However, since you were in the same department, and Taehyung apparently was good friend with your already friend, Park Jimin, you ended up hang out with them a lot afterwards. Plus Mina, your friend from Audit Department who had been crushing on Jimin since forever.

 Ever since then, your Friday nights after work sometimes filled with going out for some movies or just dinner and drinks with Taehyung, Jimin and Mina, living the good life of 25 years old single employees in the city. But no matter how many times you convinced yourself that you and Taehyung would never be together, your heart couldn’t deny its pull to him. Especially when he always treats you so good, as a friend that is.

 “I’m okay, just relieved that we’re finally free from this shit, let’s just abuse the free booze.” You said as you straightened up yourself and adjusted your skirt accordingly.

 “You’re never good with booze Y/N, don’t kid yourself.” Taehyung chuckled.

 “Says you whose not even better than I am.” You playfully punched his arm.

 “Touche, God I’m so hungry let’s just find some food.” Taehyung took your arm and navigates you to the outside of the ballroom which now were filled with blaring EDM music and people dancing.

 “By the way thanks Tae for taking care of that sound system mess in the beginning.”

 “No worries, you already had too much on your plate.” He patted your head slightly, giving you butterflies.

 “Y/N! Tae! Where are you going??? Let’s dance!” Jimin shouted from the dancefloor, he was with Mina who were still dancing her heart out.

 “I’m hungry, gonna get some food, be there later!” Taehyung shouted back as Jimin gave him an ok gesture.

 You two ended up sitting beside each other just near the buffet table. You were not hungry at all today as nerves were taking over you to ensure that the whole events would go smoothly. Now that’s everything coming to an end, you just realized how hungry you were, so you devoured the remaining pasta and beef with Taehyung who apparently really really hungry too as he left his plate clean.

 “You wanna go back inside and dance?” He asked while wiping his mouth with tissue and handed another one to you.

 “I’m torn, like I’m tired but yeah I wanna dance too.”

 Taehyung smiled. “Let’s dance a while and if you’re too tired let’s just crash, I feel better now that I’m full.”

 “Yea me too I guess.”

 You two then made your way back into the ballroom where the DJ was blaring Feels So Close by Calvin Harris. It was your favourite song, and you know Taehyung loves it too as you two sometimes share your favourite tracks via Collaborative Playlist on Spotify. Taehyung pulled your hand while skipping to the dance floor towards Jimin and Mina who were still swaying to the beats, they each have beer glasses on their hands.

 “I fucking love this song!” You shouted while throwing your hands up and jumped.

 “Me fucking too!” Tae also jumped and dance following the beat.

 The four of you shared laughter and danced together along the song as you also sipped some of the beers from Mina’s glass. The song changed into Avici’s I Could Be The One and you danced even more vigorously, letting out all the stress and steams you’ve been feeling from work and planning this event. As the night went further the songs were becoming sultrier and sexier, you could see many of your colleagues were already tipsy or even on the verge of drunk. The once crowded dancefloor filled with many people dancing together now divided into some people coupled up and dance a bit too sexy for office function. But hell, your CEO already gave you the green light to let everyone a bit loose tonight with the open bar and free flow booze.

 “God we need to get laid you know just for the amount of work we’ve done these 2 days.” Taehyung blurted nonchalantly as he sipped his beer while still grooving his body to the beat.

 “You don’t have any idea of how truthful that is!” You let out your frustration for the lack of action you’ve also been feeling.

 When Tinashe’s 2ON came into the speaker, you absentmindedly got closer to Taehyung as he swayed lazily with a glass of beer on his right hand. Jimin and Mina had gone to find some food few minutes earlier. What surprised you then was when Taehyung’s left-hand rest on your waist as he swayed with you, your back just inches away from his chest.

“Y/N are you drunk?” He whispered on your left ear, sending goosebumps all the way to your spine.

 You shook your head as you didn’t drink as much, you’re just slightly buzzed but you’re nowhere near tipsy.

 “Are you?” You asked back.

 “No.”

 You both still swaying your hips right and left following the song’s beat when your heels caught onto something and you slipped a bit, making your back fell back and caught on Taehyung’s broad chest. He let out a puff and grasped on your waist tighter while still maintaining his balance and the beer on his right hand.

 “Hey, you okay? Sure you’re not drunk?” He said again now even closer to your ear, his lips barely touching your earlobe.

 You looked up at him and your lips almost brushed each other as you clumsily moved back and away from his grasp. Your heart thumping like crazy as if it was on a race with the song’s tempo.

 “No, I slipped Tae, I’m not drunk! Maybe I need a fresh air.”

 However as you started to move away, Yoona from Marketing Department approached both you and Tae with a sly smile on her face. To say Goh Yoona is beautiful would be an understatement because that girl is as tall as a model, with slim figure, tiny waist, round hips and the right amount of boobs to be considered as a walking barbie doll. Her hair is always impeccably done with soft curls at the bottom, like she had a permanent blow dry or something. Also, she has the prettiest long curly eyelashes (probably extensions but then again you couldn’t even wear one as your eyes are sensitive and always ends up with red eyes).

 “Taehyung, we’re going to open some wines just poolside, I think they have your favorite red wine.” Yoona took no time to place her hand on Taehyung’s forearms and playfully squeezed it.

 Taehyung looked at you and tilted his head, silently asking whether you want to come too. Your first instinct was to decline of course, why would you torture yourself for another round of Goh Yoona throwing herself over Taehyung the whole night, and maybe with the frustration he let out earlier for wanting to get laid finally land Yoona her dream of locking him down for good. But seeing how flirty her hands on him, batting her eyelashes and the plunging neckline of a dress she wears, you felt a flame flared up, like a competitiveness out of nowhere, or maybe it was just the alcohol in your system, but either way, why not just let the best woman win?

 You gave a little nod to Taehyung and he caught up on you. “Can Y/N come too?” He peeled Yoona’s hand from his arms slowly.

 Yoona gave you a smile which didn’t reach her eyes at all as she said sweetly. “Of course, let’s go.”

 Fiji Blue’s Butterflies were playing on the background from a Bluetooth speaker one of Yoona’s friend put on the wooden small table besides the chaises. A small bungalow was occupied by 4 people with plastic cups and some bottles of wine, as you came over, they happily handed you a cup.

 You looked around and realized that these people are the “cool” people at your office, Goh Yoona and her cliques, and then of course Taehyung knew most of them as you knew they hung out several times after office for drinks and game of pools at the bar near office. You saw Taehyung sat in a chaise with Yoona and another guy, you forgot his name but you remember that he’s Yoona’s senior in Marketing Dept.

 “Y/N, such a surprise seeing you here, I thought you’re not into drinking.”

 Ji Sung, a senior from Trade Department sat beside you with his own cup of drink. Ji sung has always been overly friendly with girls in the office. People were saying that he wanted to marry desperately as his age is approaching 40 and his mom was quite the nagging type, therefore every new girl in the office would always know Ji Sung because this guy would introduce himself out of nowhere and tried to woo his way. Unfortunately for the past 4 years you’ve been working at the company you saw all his futile attempts resulting in nothing as he’s still very well single up until this moment.

 “Yeah I just thought I deserve some drinks after working my ass off for this event.” You sipped your wine slowly to avoid more awkwardness.

 “Oh yeah, you guys the committees did a very good job! People are happy and having fun!”

 You smiled genuinely at him. “Thanks Ji Sung.”

 “What are you drinking there?” He gestured his head to my cup.

 “Wine.”

 “Ah, try the Whiskey, Yeon Su brought a good bottle.”

 You laughed lightly. “Ah no, I don’t think I’m strong enough for whiskey, I don’t wanna pass out tonight.”

 “Why? Out of all these people you at least deserve that… you definitely deserve to let loose Y/N.”

 You felt like his tone went a little bit too suggestive and you started to fidget on your seat.

 “See, you’re already so tense, it’s either you need stronger drink or…” He gave a wink and you tried your best not to run away immediately.

 “Uhm, thanks Ji Sung, I think I’m okay.” You stood up slowly but then he caught your left hand by surprise.

 “What’s wrong Y/N? Don’t be such a prude.”

 His words shot like daggers. You tried to free your hand from his hold but he held it even tighter.

 “You’re pretty Y/N, you should act more girly then maybe you’ll land yourself a boyfriend.”

 You were about to look for Taehyung on the other side when he suddenly appeared just between Ji Sung and you, he shoved Ji Sung’s hand away from yours and gave him a cold glare.

 “What did you say to her Ji Sung?”

 Ji Sung held up his hands in front of his chest. “Whoa calm down Tae, I’m just joking around, Y/N knows how goofy I am.”

 Taehyung searched for your eyes as you were looking down on your heels and pretended to straightened your skirt.

 “Y/N you okay?”

 You nodded lightly. “I think I’m just going back to my room Tae, you guys have fun and continue okay.”

 As you were about to turn around, Taehyung caught your hand. “Wait, let me walk you upstairs.”

 “Tae you don’t have to, I’m not drunk.”

 But before you protested too far, he walked both of you towards Yoona, his hand still wrapped around your wrist.

 “Guys, I’m gonna call it a night and walk Y/N to her room, okay? Thanks for the drinks.”

 Yoona immediately stood up and you could see her nose flared up when she saw Tae’s hand around your wrist. “Oh no, Tae, we’re about to open another bottle of wine, are you sure? Maybe Ji Sung can walk Y/N back? Is she drunk?”

 She made her way to Taehyung and wrapped her arms around Tae’s right arms. She batted her eyelashes again and pouted her lips. “We were having so much fun here.” You could see her trying to squeeze her boobs up onto Tae’s face.

 “Nah, Y/N’s not drunk but we’re tired as fuck, you know we got up very early today and prepared everything, so if you don’t mind.” He peeled his arms away and started to walk towards the hotel entrance, leaving Yoona’s flabbergasted face.

 As you were making your way to the elevator, you freed your wrist from his grasp, just to put your sanity back cause your heart started to beat so fast you found it harder to breathe. Especially now that you both standing in a proper lighting of the hotel’s lobby, you could see him in his black suit, black shirt underneath with no tie on, he already unbuttoned the first three buttons of the shirt too apparently, making his smooth but firm chest shown. You know Taehyung looks good in a suit, it’s not your first time seeing him in one as you went to company’s function or customer’s events several time with him as your business IT team, and you were the relationship manager. But somehow tonight, with his hair sleeked back, a few loose strands on his forehead, he looked exceptionally handsome to you.

 Taehyung pushed the elevator button up and turn his gaze back to you. Both hands rest inside his pants’ pockets.

 “Don’t take Ji Sung’s words to heart Y/N, you know that guy always talking bullshit.”

 “Yeah no worries Tae.”

 But Taehyung could see through you with your wavering look, the way you didn’t stop fidgeting, he knew that asshole’s words were getting into your head.

 “You and Mina’s room at 6th floor right?” He asked once you both walked into the empty elevator. You nodded as you took out your card key and swiped it to be able to choose your designated floor. The elevator ride to 6th floor never felt so long as you both standing in silent. Taehyung’s hands still inside his pocket while you could see from the mirror wall of the elevator, he’s busy poking his tongue inside his mouth. You didn’t stare too long though, as his gaze flickered to yours, you looked down to your feet again.  

 With a ding sound, the elevator’s door opened and you two walked again in silent, side by side towards your room’s door. As you’ve reached your room, you turned to Taehyung and ready to bid your goodbye but he chased you to it.

 “Hey Y/N, do you mind if I washed my face first? My eyes been burning a while.”

 “Oh… Okay.”

 You opened the door and as you walked in, you saw Mina and Jimin fell asleep in your bed, duvet covering them but you could see Mina snuggling comfortably in Jimin’s embrace. Since it was a King-Sized bed, you furrowed your eyebrows to figure out how are you going to sleep tonight.

 Once Taehyung closed the door and reached your side, he cursed silently.

 “Fucking Jimin-ie, he’s supposed to be with me.”

 You laughed weakly. “Yeah I know. Mina didn’t text me or anything too, these guys I swear-“

 Silence fell upon the room, but you took a deep breath and faced Taehyung. “It’s okay I’ll just wake Mina up in a few maybe then she will-“

 Before you finished your sentence you saw Taehyung shook his head slowly. “Nah, they must be tired too, why don’t you grab your things and come to my room? We can just put some pillow on the center of the bed or I’ll sleep on the floor I don’t mind, let’s go.”

 So, before your mind even begin to process what this means, you packed your sleepwear and toiletries, and then followed Taehyung to his room on the 5th Floor. You tried to not overthink about it. Taehyung is one of your closest friends, he was there when you puked your guts out during music festivals when you drank too much, he drove you home when you passed out after clubbing with Jimin and Mina too, he even once bought you a sanitary pad when you asked him to because yours were running out and there’s no way you would survive the trip down to convenient store without leaking your pants. So Taehyung is your close friend, he saw you as his close friend too to the point of comfortable enough to invite you to his room for the night in platonic way.

 “You can use the bathroom first Y/N, I’ll just watch TV here.” Taehyung took off his suit jacket and uncuffed his shirt while sitting at the edge of the bed.

 You nodded silently and made a beeline towards the bathroom. You saw your reflection on the mirror and God you look awful, hair a bit dishevelled with your bangs plastered on your forehead from the sweat, your once bouncy curls this morning had flatten out, lipstick left only in faint pinkish stain and you could see some of your mascara a bit crumpled. Well, you’ve been out and about running around since 8AM in the morning and now it’s, you glanced on your watch, 1AM. So, you clipped your hair and started to clean your makeup, wash your face and shower. Once the warm water hit your body, you could finally feel how tense your muscles were.

 You looked over your pajamas one more time, a short cotton pants with button up short sleeve shirt and pink flower patterns all over. You debated whether you need to spritz on some perfume but for God’s sake, you were going to bed right? So, you left your toiletries bag just besides the sink and walked out of the bathroom.

 You found Taehyung sit on the bed, back rested against the headboard, shoes off, his long legs straightened up on the bed, eyes closed. He looked so peaceful you tiptoed across the room not to wake him up, but he opened your eyes just as you plug your phone to charge.

 “You done showering?”

 “Yeah, sorry if I woke you up.” You smiled sheepishly.

 He shook his head lightly. “No, I wasn’t sleeping.” He then stood up and walked casually to the bathroom.

 “I couldn’t find anything interesting to watch, try syncing your phone to the Bluetooth speaker Y/N, lets just hear some songs.” He gestured his head to the speaker on the bedside table and disappeared into the bathroom, in seconds you could hear the shower turned on.

 You synced your phone’s Bluetooth to the speaker and started to play your chill playlist. You then sat yourself on the bed, resting your back against the headboard, just the same position as Taehyung was, with the room’s curtain opened, you could see the night sky, it was a clear one with some clouds scattering. Before your mind could travel further, you heard the door opened and saw Taehyung walking out of the bathroom with a pair of grey sweatpants, no shirt, hands busy drying his wet hair with a white towel. You couldn’t help yourself to salivate over his feature, chest a little more buffed than you remembered, smooth abdomen and two strong arms with bulging biceps now that his arms flexed to dry his hair.

 “Oh I love this song.” He threw the towel over his travelling bag and shook his head lightly to move his hair out of his eyes. Your phone was playing Honne’s Free Love.

 “For the love of God Tae, put some shirt on.” You looked away now that he had a good view of your face.

 “Oh sorry I forgot.” He scrambled open his bag and took out his white Celine tshirt and pulled it over his head.

 “Hopefully I won’t drool over this tshirt, it’s the only one left and I’m planning to wear it to go home tomorrow.” He grinned sheepishly, showing off that charming boxy smile of his.

 You couldn’t help to laugh and threw a pillow at him playfully.

 “Hey don’t throw it away, we need them to build the fort.” He caught it with ease and put it back on the bed.

 You blushed at his words and absentmindedly looked over to the opposite side of the bed you’re sitting on. A king-sized bed is a big bed, but you were worried whether you would toss around in your sleep and ended up kicking him, or worse, hug him tightly because that’s what your subconscious wanted to do.

 “Hey, Y/N, if you’re not comfortable I’ll just go and find other’s room, maybe Hoseok from IT Team can share his room with me.” Taehyung’s already deep voice went even lower and softer as he sensed your concerned face. He sat opposite of you on the chair besides the desk, eyes focused on you.

 “No, no, I mean, this is your room after all, and it’s almost 2AM already, let’s not bother everyone else. I’m okay, I just…” You looked down and played the hem of your pajama shirt.

 “Ji Sung’s words got into you didn’t it? Don’t lie to me.”

You looked up at Taehyung who leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs, hands clapped together.

 “Well… I know I’m not the most fun, outgoing person out there, but I’m not a prude.”

 Taehyung suddenly stood up and clenched his fists. “He called you what?”

 “Calm down Tae, it’s okay.” You gave him a reassuring smile while squeezing his hand.

 “It’s fucking not Y/N, you gotta stop being too nice to assholes like that, you should have told me downstairs when he’s there so I could kick his sorry ass.” Taehyung fumed.

 You stood up and without giving it much thought, gave him a hug to calm him down. “What are you saying Kim, you don’t even like sauce stain on your hands, would you ever get your hands dirty fighting a guy?” You stroked his back softly.

 Taehyung scoffed but his right hand slowly stroking the back of your hair. As his left hand embraced your back. You rested your arms on the back of his shoulders as your face snuggled to his chest. As Dhruv’s Vulnerable started playing on your phone, you both stayed hugging each other, Taehyung even pulled you closer as he rested his cheek on the top of your head, hands didn’t stop stroking your hair. But then, you felt something poking on your lower stomach and your eyes grew wide as your body freezes. Taehyung stopped his movement and took a step back, turned his back around.

 “Fuck, sorry Y/N, shit, okay… so…” He scrambled to find a word as he clearly embarrassed, you felt sorry for him too, he was so flustered when you saw him scratching the back of his head as he kept his back to you.

 “Hey Tae, it’s okay, I mean, it’s a shame that you didn’t stay with Yoona earlier, you might get what you wanted tonight, I think she’s so ready for you.” You giggled.

 Taehyung turned around and gave you a serious look. “You think I want her?”

 His gaze was so intense you needed to look away to the other side. “Err… well, who doesn’t want her Tae? She’s a literal walking Barbie.”

 Taehyung took a step towards you, his long point finger lifted your chin up so that he could look you in the eyes. “I don’t care if she looks like Aphrodite, she’s not the one who made me hard.” You blushed at that, your cheeks grew hot, and you’re not gonna lie if you’d said your panty gets a little bit wet from it.

 “Y/N, let me be honest to you, I’ve never had the courage to do so because you’re too good for me, hell, you’re Y/L/N Y/N, company’s little sweetheart, who always help people around, smile sweetly to everyone from CEO to the janitor, who always put everyone else’s wants before herself.”

 He let out a defeated sigh. “You’re a beautiful human Y/N, that jackass Ji Sung is crazy to be calling you names cause I’m sure every man in the office would be lucky to have you.”

 You closed your eyes and let out a sigh too. Everyone except you Kim Taehyung.

But somehow on the back of your mind, you must have said it out loud because Taehyung’s eyes went wide with surprise.

 “Y/N….”

 “Huh?” You blinked several times trying to figure out whether you really said that out loud.

 “But I’m no good for you, hell I’m barely figuring out my life, I still spend too much on things I don’t need, I’m a mess Y/N.” He shook his head slowly.

 “Hey hey, Tae, what are you saying? I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, look at you, every woman turns their heads every time you walk by, you’re everyone’s favorite too, always know how to blend in with every group, always the life of the party, I’m just the boring girl…”

 “The fuck you boring? Why do you think I hang out with you a lot? We went to those music festivals together, you always make me laugh so hard, you’re funny and witty Y/N.”

 “I….” You were left speechless.

 “Okay, so at first I did see you like a little sister, a friend, because you’re so nice and I just wanna protect you from douchebags out there, but then, you remember that Honne’s concert we went? Last year?”

 You nodded, the memory still fresh on your mind, you went out with Taehyung, Jimin, and Mina as always. You had the best time singing and dancing and of course with Taehyung there, you felt even more elated, he sang with you and then helped you with your bag at the end of the concert when you were too tired to move.

 “At that concert, when the stage lights illuminate your face and you were singing your heart out, with sparkles within your eyes, I was this close to risk it all and kiss you because God you looked so beautiful.”

 You couldn’t help the tears flooding in your eyes because this is Taehyung, the Taehyung you’ve been crushing since forever, the one you thought you would never have a chance with cause hell, he would always hang out with the coolest people and you were never considered as one. He was always surrounded by girls who wears the trendiest clothes while you always wear your pastel skirts or pants with oversize blouse, you were nowhere near their level of status in your opinion.

 “Hey, why are you crying?” Taehyung cupped your face gently.

 “Because… Kim Taehyung you don’t know how long I’ve been crushing on you.” You hit his chest with both of your hands, he let you do it for a few times before he caught both of your wrists.

 “Since day one Y/N, I know you do but I was always hesitating, I thought you deserve to be with someone whose more mature than I am, who’s ready to give you the life you deserve, so I was okay with standing on the side line as your friend, that way I could watch over you.” He then placed little kisses on the back of your hands, twinkle eyes still staring at yours.

 “Since day one?”

 “Also since Honne’s Day 1 at that concert, I’ve been wanting to do this…” He leaned in to mould your lips into his, he moved slowly, savouring your taste in every crevice of your pinky pout. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers slowly grazing Taehyung’s nape. With one last peck, you both gasped for air.

 “Tae…” You caressed his cheek slowly, if you could see your face right now it must have been filled with the look of love and longing.

 He kissed your hand again before pulling it as he walked backwards towards the edge of the bed. He slowly sat himself, eyes never leaving yours, fingers intertwined, he pulled you slowly, motioning you to sit on his lap.

 Once you’re settled on (what you think now is your favorite chair ever) his lap, you kissed him again, with more fervour as fogs of lust had taken over the atmosphere in the room. Taehyung’s hands started to fiddle with your pajamas button as you let out a moan. But when he unbuttoned the first one, you snapped back to reality and held his wrist.

 “Baby, what’s wrong? Too soon?” Taehyung’s already deep voice went even deeper and huskier with lust as he searched your eyes again.

 You shook weakly. “It’s not that, it’s just… If you’re thinking only about tonight, Tae, I can’t do it, I would be too clingy if I slept with someone…”

 He gave you a soft smile and kissed your nose. “Then be clingy with me, I’d love that.” Another peck on your lips.

 “But… you’re not my boyfriend…”

 Taehyung let out a chuckle. “Oh so this is what’s it about? My sweet sweet Y/N, will you give me the honour to be your boyfriend?”

 You slapped his chest again as Taehyung had not stopped chuckling. “What’s so funny about it huh?”

 “Baby, I’ve confessed my feelings for you, I thought you already knew that we’re not doing one-night stands.” He kissed both of your cheeks playfully.

 “Yea well excuse me to be needing a verbal confirmation, or even an email confirmation would be more sufficient Mr Kim since-“

 Taehyung stopped your babbling with another kiss right on your lips. “Baby no matter how hot you are when you’re talking business but seriously Y/N you drive me crazy right now.” He emphasized the word crazy with a soft grind of his clothed crotch against yours, and there you felt it again, his harden length, and it made you feel delirious with lust.

 You both went back to devouring each other’s lips while your hands pulled up his tshirt hastily. Once he’s shirtless, his hands went back to unbuttoning your pajamas button while trailing kisses down your neck, stopping on your pulse point, he sucked on it for a while and you’re sure tomorrow you’ll have to cover those reds and purples with foundation, but you don’t care, it’s tomorrow’s business.

 “Fuck, these tits been haunting me all day today, you shouldn’t have worn that tight black dress Y/N.” He dived right in to envelope your right breast while his hand squeezed the other one. You moaned as your hands squeezed his fluffy hair, pushing his head to take more of you.

 As your body moved on its own, slowly grinding on him, Taehyung’s hand trailed lower to the waistband of your pants, he dipped his long fingers and traced your already dampened underwear. Your fingers squeezed his muscled back, leaving faint nail marks and he hadn’t even fuck you.

 “Tae… please…”

 “So wet, all for me baby?”

 “Yes… only for you…” You cupped his cheeks and dived for another kiss. As your tongues danced around each other, giving more licks and sucks, Taehyung’s finger started to rub figure eight around your aching bud. You responded by grinding on his finger, and he took it as a green light to push your underwear aside and plunged his finger right in between your slick folds.

 “Fuck… Tae…”

 Taehyung licked a long way from your navel to the valley between your breasts and licked around your hardened nipple, earning another high-pitched moan from you. “Look at you so sexy and wet for me.”

 With hazy eyes you nudged Tae’s left wrist which still fingering you deep. “More Tae, please….”

 And with that plead he manoeuvred both of you so that you’re laying back on the bed. He pulled your shorts and soaked panty all the way out of your legs and hovered over you. With a lick on your bottom lip, his fingers plunged back into your pulsing cunt, but now he inserted two fingers, it made your back arched from the bed from the intense pleasure.

 “Is this what you want baby? You wanna cum on my fingers?”

 You shut your eyes tightly and nodded frantically as you felt the pleasure building in your lower stomach.

 “Use your words Y/N.” He pushed his fingers even deeper and you couldn’t help to let out a loud moan.

 “Yes Tae fuck, yes!” You held onto his shoulders as your hips buckled against his hand to chase your high.

 “Then be a good girl and cum for me.” With his skilled fingers roaming around your spongey walls inside, hitting the sweet spot you didn’t realize you had all these times; you came undone with his name spilling out of your lips like a chant.

 As your body still shuddering from the intense orgasm you haven’t had for quite some time, Taehyung sat back on his heels, licking his fingers clean of your cum with a smirk on his face.

 “Taste so sweet baby, those assholes calling you names will cry on their bed missing out on this sweet juices.”

 His words made your cunt clenched again as desire still overpower you. With the energy left in you, you sat up and tugged on Taehyung’s sweatpants, your other hand palmed over his hardened dick.

 “Let me please you too Tae…”

 But he stopped your hand gently. “As much as I want that, I won’t last a second in your mouth baby, tonight can I cum around you please?”

 “Yes, fuck me now Tae…”

 He smiled sweetly and pecked your lips again. “Wait here, I hope Jimin left some condom behind or I swear to God I will bust my nuts if I had to go downstairs to buy one.” He immediately got up from the bed and searched Jimin’s travelling bag in a hurry. You’re so damn horny that you need to pressed your thighs together to feel some relief.

 “Tae, hurry up, I’m so wet…” You said seductively.

 “Fuck Y/N stop it, I will fucking cum in my pants.” He still rummaged through Jimin’s bag, throwing shirts and pants around. In seconds he let out a loud “aha” and brought the foil package back to the bed. He then hurriedly took off his pants and stroked his dick a few times, precum leaking on the tip.

 You took the foil package and tore it open with your teeth, making Taehyung cursed under his breath.

 “Why don’t you bring condoms Tae?” You asked as you put the latex over his erection.

 “Don’t think I’m gonna have sex.” His hands roamed over your perky breasts and squeezed them, making you moan again.

 “Don’t you always have one ready in your wallet?” You laid back again as Taehyung hovered over you once again, peppering kisses on your collarbones while his hand moving his dick against your wet pussy to coat it with your juices.

 He then looked you straight in the eyes. “I haven’t had a condom in my wallet again since that concert Y/N, because I don’t wanna sleep with anyone else.”

 With that word, not only your pussy flooding but your heart too was filled with warmth and love. You then gave him a deep kiss, filled with adoration to let him know how much it meant to you.

 “Now put it in before you bust your nuts.” You smiled cheekily.

 But of course, that cheekiness wouldn’t last long, because once he started to push his dick in, inch by inch, you had to bite your lips to ease the sting (yeah, it’s been a while for you) but also you realized how big actually he really is. You felt tears pooling on your eyes and Taehyung stopped his movement.

 “Baby is it too much?” He peppered kisses again all over your face.

 You shook your head weakly. “It’s okay, just go slow, been a while Tae…”

 He gave you the most endearing smile ever and nodded as he moved even slower to push further. When his dick finally fully sheathed inside, he waited for you to adjust yourself patiently, never stop kissing every inch of your exposed skin while praising you.

 “Y/N, baby, you feel so good around me, so warm.”

 All of his actions gave you assurance and made you feel more comfortable as the pain slowly subsided and the need for frictions bubbling up.

 “Tae… you can move, please move.”

 “You sure?”

 “Yes… please, I need you to fuck me…”

 His eyes darken with your last word. “Baby don’t say that, I might not be able to hold back if you say that.” Slowly he thrust in and out of your pulsing cunt and find a slow but delicious pace that got your hips chasing his.

 “Fuck Y/N, so good, can I go faster?”

 “Yes, Tae, please…” You pleaded as pleasures started to build again on your lower stomach.

 “Come on beautiful, cum for me before I lose it.” He then stood up and sat on his heels, picked both of your thighs and placed it over his as his hips started to piston in and out of your swollen pussy in faster pace.

 You feel like your high is nearing with each thrust. “Tae I’m close, so close…” And he helped you to the finish line as he rubbed gently on your pulsing clit. In seconds you came undone for the second time that night, panting heavily as your body still spasm from your high. But Taehyung hasn’t done yet. He slowed his pace to give you a chance to calm yourself, but you felt his dick pulsing inside your warm hole, so you cupped his cheek and planted a deep kiss. “Cum for me too Tae, wanna feel you cum for me…”

 Encouraged by your words, he threw your legs over his shoulder and started to thrust rapidly, chasing his own high. With his face closer to you again, you lick and bite his bottom lips while whispering praises and his name. “Tae, baby, cum for me, let go for me.” And with that word, his cum spilling onto the condom as he thrust into you sloppily.

 You both stayed a bit in your position, sweaty foreheads on each other’s, eyes glassy but body both feel satisfied from the release. Taehyung slowly pulled his dick out of you, rolled off the condom and disposed it to the sanitary bin inside the bathroom. He went back with a small towel and slowly wiped the remaining juices from your inner thighs while you lay there staring at him with loving eyes.

 He kissed your forehead before joining you again in bed, pulling up the duvet to cover both of your naked figures.

 “That was amazing Y/N, you are definitely the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with.” He kissed your forehead again as your head snuggled on his bare chest.

 You blushed at his word because you know he was trying to convince you again not to think about Ji Sung’s or other people’s word about how unsexy you are.

 “Tae… thank you.” You looked up and met with his ever-glowing eyes.

 “For what? We both got laid tonight so win for us!” He jokes.

 You playfully nudged his chin with the top of your head. “Not that you moron, I mean for making me feel good about myself.”

 “Anytime beautiful, because you ARE beautiful, my beautiful girlfriend.” He pulled you closer to his embrace and not long after your exhausted state brought the two of you to slumber.

 At exact 8AM, Park Jimin swiped his keycard to enter his room, along with Mina who couldn’t contain her giggles.

 “Sshhh… you wanna bet 100 bucks they finally fuck?” Jimin gave her a playful smirk.

 Mina punched his arms lightly. “Those two are idiots I swear I’m not sure…”

 But her words hang in air as they tiptoeing inside and saw two figures cuddling under the blanket. Naked shoulders pressed against each other. Taehyung’s light snores could be heard clearly.

 “Ssshhh… let me just grab my fresh clothes.” Jimin put his finger on his lips gesturing Mina to lower her voice.

 “Jiminie… don’t forget the condom.” Mina blushed as she mouthed to him.

 Jimin nodded and started rummaging through his bag. However, when he couldn’t find what he’s looking for, he scoffed.

 “These motherfuckers used my last one baby.”

 Mina rolled her eyes. “Good lord, even they’re getting together caused us trouble I swear I’ll flick Y/N’s forehead when she’s awake.”

 Jimin chuckled while tiptoeing back to the front door. “Come on, I’ll buy a pack downstairs, let’s give the lovebirds some beauty sleep after exhausting night.” With that said, he closed the door silently and walked hand in hand with Mina.

 You couldn’t help to smile while slowly opening your eyes. You heard them coming in, but you still want to bask in the warmth of Taehyung’s embrace, and since he’s still deep in sleep, you didn’t want to wake him up either. You looked up slightly to peek on your “boyfriend”. Fluffy hair, some of his bangs covering his forehead, the little mole on his nose, and the oh so pinky pout.

 “Take a picture, it’ll last longer beautiful.” Taehyung hummed still with his eyes wide shut.

 You couldn’t help but giggle. Kissed the tip of his nose lightly. “Didn’t know you woke up.”

 Taehyung hummed again as he nuzzled into your hair. “I’ve been awake since those two dorks barging in, I was this close to laugh when Jimin started to search for his condom.” You both couldn’t help but laugh.

 “We should buy them a new box as a token of appreciation.” You said, head leaned into the crook of his neck.

 “Yeah, I think so. Meanwhile let’s stay like this for a while, girlfriend.” He kissed your forehead.

 You hummed as you pulled up the blanket closer and snuggled into your boyfriend, the Kim Taehyung.

A/N: Thank you for reading this one shot everyone!! I hope you like it and please do leave some comments or feedbacks if you like it :) once again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM TAEHYUNG! I hope he’ll have a blast and stay healthy and happy always!

[whysojiminimnida]

So…there’s this iconic gif that comes around every once and a while—I’m sure you’ve seen it—from the 2020 Grammys. It’s during an interview and JK has his arm slung over Jimin’s shoulder. He’s smiling at first, but then his expression turns kind of serious and he seriously looks like he’s ready to devour Jimin whole. Every time I see it, I nearly blush, it’s so intense 🫣 Anyway, I wanted to ask, what’re your thoughts on this moment? 👀 I’d send a link to the gif, but I’m neither technologically advanced enough for that nor do I know how/where to find it.

Is it from this clip, maybe?

I admit I did some looking around because I was like "yeah but WHICH TIME THOUGH" and I think this one, courtesy twitter user @ factkm, is maybe it. OH LORD. You know I have been on a whole ass Jeon-Park honeymoon lately what with instagrams and footsie and Jimin all manspreading and Koo touching up that tattoo BUT ONLY THE JM (and maybe the crown idk). And we got subunits subuniting and just go on and be jealous, Sassy Gay Koo says, "lemme show you how my man hugs me and calls me Jungkook-ah one time real quick," ... and Y'ALL IF SOME SHIT DOES NOT GO DOWN AT THESE CONCERTS... it will. We better buckle up. Because that moment, above, is FIRE. It's just all of a sudden "Babe hey babe. I just saw you smile at me like that and DAMN BOY YOU ARE FIIIINE wanna go get some ramen, meet my cat later maybe, I'll roleplay the sun, you be the moon, we can play Eclipse" In Jungkook's defense his man was out there looking like this that day:

So I'm not sure we can blame the man for being momentarily stunned by that level of beauty in such close proximity.

[bangtangalicious]

death valley (m) | part 7

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, hoseok x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.3k 

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex (smacking, manhandling, etc), very obsessive & possessive themes, manipulation, use of restraints (mouth), bondage (collar, leash), slight sadism kink, physical roughness, guns, heavy drug use/reference, breast play, mentions of addiction/addiction prone behaviors, unrealistic sex endurance levels (readers really out here banging), dubcon/coersive sex, reader uses humor as a coping mechanism, degradation, toxic relationships, yelling, crying, character death (or is it), oral sex, shower sex, technically cheating depending on how you look at it, daddy kink, praise, implied stalking, yoongi loves spoiling his baby girl, impreg kink if you squint, dom!yoongi (duh), dom!hoseok, dom!seokjin 

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | series navi | masterlist |

a/n: i spent way too long on this HAHAHA 

F L A S H B A C K--

The crowd roared as the fight came to a close. Jin stepped out of the ring reluctantly, someone handed him water while another man wrapped a towel around his shoulders. A soft ringing noise resonated through his ears, blood teasing the edges of his vision. He pushed everyone away to find his prep room. Sighing deeply, he looked down at his trembling hands. His body was on overdrive, he was getting desperate. 

He placed his hands against the wall, unable to think straight with the way his heart was pounding out of his chest. He could hear the footsteps of someone stop in his doorway, not having to look to know exactly who it was.

“Do you have any coke on you?” Jin wiped the sweat off of his forehead with a towel, panting heavily, “Seriously Jimin. I’m gonna fucking lose my mind” 

Jin had always been extremely unstable. It was in his personality to get aggressively addicted to things. Whenever Jin went too long without it, it was like he surrendered himself to a beast. Jimin liked to call it his maniac side.

“Can you stop thinking about getting high for one fucking second? We have a problem here” Jin hears a soft thud causing him to finally turn and look. Jimin had just dropped your unconscious body onto the hard floor.

“Well well. Who is this?” Jin crouched down and slid his fingers over your parted lips, digging his nail into the soft flesh until it began to bleed slightly. As you eyes slowly began to flutter open, a carnal desire coiled in Jin’s chest. He had never seen anyone quite like you before.

"Hi there cutie” Jin grinned, “What’s your name?” Your eyes were quivering with fear, something about your vulnerable state was so delicious to him. You glanced towards Jimin, only beginning to tremble even more.

“P..park Jimin” You gasped, “Oh my goodness! I...I love you. Wait no. I...sorry...I’m a huge fan” You rubbed your eyes. Jin’s heart trembled at your dazed expression. “Where am I? What’s going on?” He wanted to eat you alive. 

Jimin joined Jin on the floor besides you “Well thank you pretty girl. It’s nice to meet you...?”

“Y/n” You introduced yourself, shaking his hand before turning to Jin, looking at him with your tempting, lustful eyes. Y/n. Jin’s head was pounding as the withdrawal began taking over him. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life. 

Jin had never found anyone else even close to catching his eye before. He would sit mindlessly on his phone while girls would be on their knees, gagging on his cock, waiting for the mind-numbing minutes until he could finally cum and leave. The prospect of a relationship, of love, it seemed otherworldly. Perhaps it wasn’t for him. He had drugs and that kept him happy. But you. You were a high he had yet to fully taste. Looking at you alone had him feeling a glow unlike any other.

“Hey” You said to him. Jin felt dizzy as you spoke, getting lost in your gaze, “You’re the fighter guy right? Jin?”

Hearing you say his name had him bucking forward, trying to hide his growing erection from the famous star who was by his side. “Yeah. Hi. Great to meet you”

Jimin got up, brushing the dust off of his pants, “I’m getting out of here” He grabbed his jacket from your arms, “Jin, please search her address and get Y/n home.” Jimin reached into his back pocket “These should make her forget” He slid a pill into your mouth and you swallowed obediently. 

Jin began to break a sweat, watching the way your lips sucked in the small capsule and gulped it down it so nicely. Jimin left without another beat, leaving you in Jin’s arms, your eyes getting heavy with each passing second.

You blinked, eyes wide with uncertainty as Jin held you close. “You can take me home?”

Jin nodded, “I need to do something really quick first” He slid his hand down his pants to begin palming his erection. His vision was turning blue as his headache began to spread. “God you’re so pretty” He grabbed your jaw, ensuring that you couldn’t look anywhere but his face. 

Jin felt like his mind was running miles a minute. You looked so cute and helpless. He wanted to tear you to pieces, he wanted to see you bruised and battered, splayed out for him to ravish you as he pleased. 

Was it wrong? Was it wrong that he wanted to shove his cock in your mouth while you slowly lost consciousness? In the moment, nothing made more sense to him. 

Your pretty lips, your sweet eyes, how could he not? Your lips trembled, eyes half lidded, rolling back slightly as you fought to stay awake.

“Oh fuck oh fuck. Don’tttt...don’t fucking look at me like that Y/n. If you look at me like that I’m gonna--gonna--ohhhh baby, fuck what are you doing to me” Jin gasped loudly as cum spilled all over his palm. 

P R E S E N T   D A Y--

Amongst the sweet bliss of your dreams, a current washed over you and reality had your eyes opening. Your heart felt heavy as your vision focused in on the dry walls that continued to encage you. Your body pulsed with soreness, reminding you of the previous nights events.

To say you were upset would be an understatement, but you were shocked more than anything. You had never seen Jin act so unhinged before. It was almost as though he quite literally couldn’t control himself, the thought alone bringing a bitter taste to your mouth.

Before you could decide on whether to give him a piece of your mind and reprimand his behavior, you hear him wincing with pain across the room. He lay leaned against the wall, sweat trickling down his muscles from the heat. His head tilted back in a soft groan, dark hair now extremely tangled and messy.

“Are you okay?” You got up with a start. Jin exhaled before shaking his head in defeat. 

“No, my leg still really fucking hurts. I feel like absolute shit right now” He punched the side of his fist into the ground in frustration. “I feel like I’m going insane” 

You couldn’t even begin to imagine his pain. At least you got to leave the cell for some time, he had been here all along. Alone. Wounded. It was just awful. Yoongi should have had the courtesy to take him to the hospital, but then again did Yoongi even have a courteous bone in his body? You were no longer sure. 

“It just sucks too because I’m trapped here, helpless, and all I can fucking do is feel this pain” Jin's jaw clenched. "And I’m sorry for last night I just...you were just there, so close. I just couldn’t help it. I could finally forget the pain even if it was just for a moment”

“It’s okay, I understand” You knew that feeling far too well. Jin reached his arms out to you, pulling you to sit next to him. His hands trailed down your thighs as he looked at you intently. “You know, I don’t mind...if it helps distract you from the pain. We can” You cleared your throat nervously, heat rising to your cheeks, “I mean, just tell me what you need”

Jin’s eyes widened with surprise. “Really?” He asks, gulping, “You don’t have to”

“I want to Jin. Let me help. I’m half the reason you’re in this mess” You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. Jin was extremely handsome, you had noticed that from the moment you saw him in the arena. With a body like that, your heart skipped a beat at what all he might have in store for you.

His fingers slid between your legs, making you gasp softly. He tickled your clothed cunt softly. He flattened his fingers, teasing your entrance before moving to your clit. Licking his lips, he sucked lightly on your ear. Your hips bucked up as a ticklish sensation shot through your body. You felt wet. 

And you knew he could feel it too, as he drew his fingers away. “Can I?” He mumbled into your neck. You nodded, flustered and warm all over as he pushed your panties aside and began drawing light circles on your clit. You twitch at the sensations hitting your nerves. His other hand cupped your jaw tightly, turning your face towards him.

“Oh fuckk, Jin that feels so good” You didn’t know why you felt so horny, whether it was the morning or the temporary relief from reality. Jin carefully slid one finger into your cunt, just barely, his delicate movements sending shocks of pleasure through your tired body.

Your pussy clenched down on his finger, and he growled. Pulling out, he popped the finger into his mouth before sighing, “Can I tell you what I want?” You could hear a slight tremble in his voice, “Will you do anything for me?”

You choked on your own breath, nodding dumbly as Jin’s gaze flashed with desire. “Get on all fours over me. Wanna spank that pretty ass”

Jin was taken aback at your willingness. You obeyed so well, his hands kneaded your tender flesh, enjoying the view of your ass sticking out for him. You winced as you felt his palm smack against you hard, making your knees tremble with pain and pleasure. 

That’s for sleeping with Jungkook. He smacked again, with full force. He knew it stung. He could hear the pain in your pathetic whimpers and he loved it. And Hobi. Smack. And Jimin. Smack. You cried out as the impact caused you to fall forward onto your chest. And Yoongi. 

Your ass was flushed, as he tenderly rubbed over the bruises he had so generously given you. He leaned forward, letting his tongue glide over the soreness before playfully biting down.

“Jin...that hurts” He ignored you, proceeded to slide down his pants, his turgid length already incredibly hard. He tugged at his cock quickly, the sounds of his slippery pre-cum barely noticeable under your soft moans. 

“Sit on my cock. Nice and easy, lean back on me” His cock twitched as you turned your head to look back at him briefly, your eyes glossy from the pain, but full of curiosity nevertheless. You crawled back over him to line his cock with your soaking cunt. Jin grabbed your hips, helping ease you down onto his length. 

“Ah...ah...” His size stretched you out, pussy swallowing him in. You cursed, eyes rolling back. He wanted to see your face, see how fucked out you would look as he gave it to you so good. 

“Quiet, he might hear us.” He carefully tugged off his shirt from your body with your help, then used it to cover your mouth. He pulled the knot tight,  the fabric tugging at the sides of your mouth uncomfortably. 

His hands stroked over your bare chest quietly, humming in approval, “That’s a good girl...gonna be all quiet for me now right?” His cock twitched inside of you as he heard your muffled voice. His fingers weaved through your hair before he clenched his fist, making you wince. He pulled your head back as he thrusted up into your soaking cunt “Hear that? You’re loving this aren’t you, you fucking whore”

He grabbed your neck, holding it in a tight grip as he pounded up into you. He no longer cared if he was being too loud, he moaned at the top of his lungs. You felt so good. Your pussy welcomed his cock like it was meant to be there, so slippery and warm for him to just fuck over and over and over again.

He couldn’t hear you softly plead for him to let you breathe over the sounds of his own cursing. He didn’t care. If you passed out, you deserved to. Your body was his for the taking, it had to learn. You said yourself you would do what he wanted. He needed this. It was the least you could do for all the trouble he’d been through for you.

He let your neck go, and as you gasped for a saving breath, he felt your walls leak all over him. Your muffled cries sounding like music to his ears. Your whole body was shaking from pleasure. 

His gaze fell onto your back, sinking his teeth onto your scars. You winced loudly as he marked you, his knife wound from the previous night still stinging and tender with pain.

Grabbing your head again, he pushed your face down onto the ground. You thrusted your hips helplessly, feeling your orgasm approaching as the cold floor pressed painfully against your nose. 

“Wait..wait...I’m so close” Your words were intangible through the cloth. You were humping down on him so desperately he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. There, in front of him with your ass bouncing from how feverishly you wanted to cum all over his cock, he was in heaven. 

Jin felt your heat melt as you came, screaming in ecstasy against the restraint. You limply relaxed onto the floor as Jin continued to thrust up into you, holding your hips down tightly to dig deeper and deeper into your messy, dripping cunt.

Jin felt like his whole body would explode in pleasure. This was the peak. His life couldn’t get any better than this moment where he had you just like he dreamed. He wondered if it would always feel this good. Of course it would. It was you after all. 

Your core clenched as the stimulation became too much. He looked into your eyes and could see the streams of tears staining your cute cheeks. It was that look. That pleading look that was begging him to stop. Jin came with a loud cry, tilting his head back as he smacked your locker back one final time. 

Breathing heavily, he lifted you off of him, watching his seed leak out of you. You laid down onto your side, absolutely spent. He slid down to lay behind you, hugging you to him as he undid the mouth wrap with his teeth. He stroked your body tenderly, hands finding your breasts. 

“Holy shit” You coughed, finally able to breathe air directly. “Officer Kim Seokjin, that was...wow”

Jin didn’t respond, he simply smiled, pinching your nipples causing you to squirm. That was nothing baby. 

-

Taehyung hated being wrong. He hated not knowing and not having control of any situation. So when Yoongi was shaking his head, denying that he had caused all the recent chaos that had been keeping Taehyung up at night, he felt like he was going to tear the entire bar apart, floorboard by floorboard. 

“Y/n had mentioned she was kidnapped. I didn’t hear about it from you so I figured it must have been Jimin, and that you made sure she didn’t really get hurt. It ended up with her opening up to me, so I wasn’t really too mad about it” Yoongi said calmly, sipping his drink.

“From the footage it looked like Namjoon and Y/n took the pills and blacked out. Hobi was drunk too, but when he sobered up he had gotten a call to take them to the warehouse. I figured you had told him to do that.” 

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, “Why the fuck would I want to kidnap and beat up Namjoon? I need him healthy to fight. Don’t be such an idiot Kim"

“It wasn’t just that though. Jimin’s accident happened right after I sent you the video. I figured you were jealous”

Setting his glass down, Yoongi swiveled in his stool to light a cigar before leaning back casually “The video of Y/n and Jimin fucking? Please, I don’t give a shit”

“Well, then I told you that Jungkook showed her the lab and gave her literal heroin so I imagine you weren’t happy about that”

The smoke dissipated slowly from his lips. Taehyung frowned at the scent. “I wasn’t. But still, I didn’t stab him. I was with Y/n, taking care of her because I love her.”

Taehyung clenched his fists. He did not want to hear Yoongi go on and on about how much he loved you, he did not care. He wanted to know who was messing with his plans. Taehyung had things to do. He had operations in play. He couldn’t afford any mistakes.  

“Is that all? Jimin’s album is coming out tomorrow so I need to get some rest” Yoongi scoffed suddenly, “Especially now that Jimin’s gone ahead and brought Y/n into the media’s eye. What a fucking idiot”

“How are you planning on dealing with him? Are you gonna kill him?”

Yoongi laughed. “Taehyung. Seriously. What is up with you these days? If I wanted Jimin dead he would be dead dumbass.” Yoongi clicked his tongue, “Like I said before, I’m not worried about her and Jimin. She hates him. I know she does.”

Taehyung was not expecting that at all. Not from Yoongi. He had seen Yoongi wrench out people’s teeth if they didn’t pay him. He had seen Yoongi shoot innocent people, not even noticing when Taehyung had to turn around and puke his guts out because of it. But looking at the powerful man besides him now, he could barely recognize him.

“Just find out who was giving Hobi those orders and kill them. I don’t care who it is, just kill them. I don’t even want to know. I don’t have time for this”

Taehyung pursed his lips, “Yoongi, you know that Jimin does really like Y/n too, right? Like, he might be falling in love with her.” Yoongi gave him a look indicating that he was not taking him seriously, “I’m serious! I’ve never seen him like this and I’m surprised you aren’t more worried”

“Taehyung. Do you think I’m dumb?” Yoongi’s expression shifted to one of annoyance, “I knew what I was doing when I offered her an internship. I knew what I was doing when I signed Jimin on, knowing full well how much of a fan she is. Of course I knew she would pursue him. I needed her to see for herself, what a bratty piece of shit that man is. I knew she would hate him Taehyung, killing him would mean she might still care. She might still have feelings for him. That’s not what I need. She can only love me. I have to show her I’m better than him”

Yoongi took another puff of his cigar before continuing, “Now, I’ll admit things got fucked up when fucking Namjoon kept on bringing her to Death Valley. Idiot doesn’t take a fucking hint.”

Taehyung gulped down the rest of his drink before slamming the glass on the bar top. “Another please” He waved to the bartender. “I can take Jin off your hands now. He’s seen your face, but he might know stuff so it could be good to keep him alive” Yoongi simply shrugged, setting his cigar aside.

“I don’t care what you do with him. I want her alone tomorrow. I’m coming clean”

-

The next morning, Yoongi brought Taehyung back to the apartment. Taehyung lifted Jin out of the cell and claimed to be taking him to a clinic. After they left, it was just you and Yoongi.

Yoongi crouched down and extended a hand to you, not wanting to come too close. He knew you were upset with him. He could feel it. 

“Morning my love” His voice was songlike, eyes pleading as he looked at you, an absolute mess on the floor, like you were his whole world. “Come on, let me run you a bath. I’m sorry”

You knew if you looked at him for too long you wouldn’t be able to resist. But after everything you had just heard, you wanted to just be alone.

“I’ll explain everything. I promise, I don’t want any lies between us” Reluctantly, you took his hand and he pulled you up into a hug. You teared up at his embrace. You could feel the simple adoration through his touch. You could have just melted into his arms.

Leading you out of the cell, he sat you down in the kitchen while he went to draw a hot bath for you. “Will you be joining me?” You asked him dryly, attempting to put up some attitude in whatever way you could. 

To your surprise he shook his head, “No. I’ll wait till you’re done. Enjoy yourself” You frowned slightly, knowing a part of you didn’t want to hear the answer. “If you need anything just call for me okay?” He took your hands in his, kissing them gently. “After, I want to give you something. I’ve put some clothes for you on the dresser inside”

“Wait” You gasped, taking in his presence fully. “I’m sorry a...about Jimin and the media”

Yoongi shook his head, “It’s not your fault. It’s like you said, he’s just a typical rockstar” The two of your shared a small laugh. You realized then how rarely you had ever seen Yoongi smile. It was a beautiful smile, and you hoped to see it again.

You stepped into Yoongi’s bathroom. It wasn’t very large, but it was very high tech. A modern tub lay with soft white suds dancing over it. You grinned inwardly as you saw how he had laid out a blunt and a lighter for you. The water smelt of lavender, and was just the right temperature as you stripped down and slid in. You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply while appreciating the moment of peace. The eye of the storm. Inside you knew that this might be the only break you would get. Jimin’s album was coming out tomorrow. You had no idea what to expect. 

“Yoongi” You called out, tilting your head back and sinking into the tub deeper. 

He appeared rapidly, not really reacting to your undressed state as he knelt down by the tub, “Everything okay?”

“Stay here” You moved your arm out of the water, soap dripping onto the tiled floor as you tilted Yoongi’s cheek towards you and kissed him deeply. “Join me” You gasped into his mouth, “Please”

Yoongi kept his lips on yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He missed kissing you so much. Not having you the past night had been incredibly hard for him. “No love. I need you to relax. I’m about to tell you some things today and...you might be scared.”

You whined against him, pulling him closer to you while he did little to resist, “But I want you” You pouted.

Yoongi rolled his eyes with a soft smirk, “I want you too love. Don’t stay in there too long okay. Then get dressed and I’ll be in the kitchen” With one final kiss on your lips, he backed away from you, and you slid back into the warm water.

Yoongi had set out a cute little sundress for you, one that was scandalously sheer, but nevertheless cute. The dress felt blissfully light on your body, a slight breeze fluttering up your skirt as you spun around in front of a large mirror. 

You felt sexy, but most of all you felt free. You sighed heavily as you made your way to the kitchen, twirling around playfully before falling back into Yoongi’s embrace. 

“Hey” You got on your tippy toes to allow Yoongi to plant a kiss on your lips from behind you, smiling into one another. There was that smile again. It made your heart melt like butter. 

He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, “Fuck love you smell so good. You look so good.” You giggled as you felt his erection press up on your ass “How can I control myself...” His words were breathless as his hands trailed down to the hem of your dress, lifting it lightly to reveal the frilly lingerie he had bought for you. He cursed under his breath, pulling your ass back against him.

“Ah ah! You said you were gonna give me something” You teased, getting your payback for earlier. Yoongi nodded, reaching into the drawer to bring out a box. He slid it onto the kitchen counter “Is this for me?” He nods as you excitedly open the box. In it is a pistol, with gold accents and your initials engraved onto the side with what looked like diamonds. Beneath the device was a magazine of matching color. You looked at Yoongi with shock.

“I had it made just for you. Do you like it?” His hands covered yours as he guided you to take the gun into your hands and load the magazine into it. “I hope you never have to use it. But I needed you to have something to protect yourself” He turned and pulled your wrists to aim the barrel against his heart. “You could even kill me if you wanted to”

You were at a loss for words, but Yoongi continued, keeping the gun in your hand aimed at himself “I’m not a good guy Y/n. I’m dangerous. That’s why I had Taehyung take you out of Death Valley that night and had to throw you into that cell.” He gave you so space backing away. You felt bad, knowing that he must be feeling anxious to reveal himself to you, despite you knowing exactly what he was going to say.

You tried to give him a comforting look, unable to move your hands from his steady grip, “I’m a gangster.”

He waited for you to react. You weren’t sure what to do, so you just parted your lips in feigned shock. Wow! No way! Really! You felt like laughing, but his gaze was so serious you stopped yourself.

"I have a drug syndicate. At Death Valley. The money I make from that I use to gamble. That’s why we have the fights. I have boys trained and bet money on them. We make millions through that but really it’s just power plays” He looks away from you momentarily, “Anyways, no one knows that I, Min Yoongi, am the one running things there, but still I have a lot of enemies. A lot of people would love to see me dead. To see me lose.”

“Since you’re my partner, you are a liability. I need you to be safe. Normally I’ll have someone from the gang accompany you wherever you go. You won’t know who it is so don’t worry about it, it’s just in case anything happens” 

Partner? Since when? You frowned slightly at the label. Then again, this guy did carve his name into your skin. Maybe that was how big scary gangsters asked girls out these days, who were you to judge. 

“I don’t want you to be scared of me okay” Yoongi finally took the gun from you and set it aside, “Me giving you this means I trust you. With my secret and my life.”

You began to feel flustered. You hadn’t even thought about what it would mean to actually date or be associated with a gang member, let alone a kingpin. Now the media thought you were dating Jimin, who was also conveniently high up in all this. 

“I know it’s a lot” Yoongi said. “You can always ask me if you have questions. Now let’s get to work okay. Big day coming, I need my your expert opinion by my side”

-

The low growl of the engine was the only sound to be heard as Taehyung drove Jin to his own home. The world came still as he parked the car. Sighing heavily, he checked his radar before exiting the car, lifting Jin.

“You think you can stand buddy?” Jin nodded, and Taehyung slowly helped him find steady ground. He held Jin up, assisting him as they walked in through the back entrance to his basement. 

A single lightbulb illuminated just enough for Taehyung and Jin to see each other’’s faces. Nothing more, nothing less. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he placed Jin into a chair. 

“So it’s this Yoongi guy huh” Jin remarked. “And surprise surprise...you’re his little bitch too. Do your lips hurt from all the ass you have to kiss?”

“Oh please, Yoongi can go to hell for all I care.” Taehyung chuckled, surveying an array of knives that were displayed on the wall before his eyes settled on a small blade, curved ever so slightly. “I do need you to keep your mouth shut about me to Jimin though. If it weren’t for me, Yoongi would have let you rot in there”

Jin tilted his head, a small smile growing on his face as he understood the implications of Taehyung’s words, “I see. You’re plotting against both of them huh?”

“What’s I’m plotting is none of your goddamn business, Officer. So tell me, what’s it gonna take to keep you quiet hm? Money? More coke?”

“You know, I might be able to help you. You’re playing a dangerous game Taehyung. I know what you’re doing and I know how you plan on doing it. You’re using Y/n as bait. You’re using her to pin Jimin against Yoongi so you can sweep in and take over.”

Taehyung froze. First he smiled, then burst out into giggles before full on laughing. “It’s that obvious huh? Fine, hypothetically let’s say we work together. What’s in it for you?”

Jin licked his lips, “All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. I know things Taehyung. I’m a cop after all”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and sighed, “Is that it?”

“And I get to kill them. My way”

Taehyung took a moment to think. “Okay Officer. You might just have yourself a deal.”

-

The clicking of the keyboard resonated through Yoongi’s office that was all but quiet as the chaos of an upcoming release had taken the whole building by storm. 

He had you sitting on his thigh, hands around his neck as he would run final details by you. But with the way he would occasionally tap his foot, causing his leg to vibrate underneath you, you couldn’t help craving him more and more with each passing minute.

He wouldn’t react as you nibbled his ear, placed kisses on his neck. You sighed loudly, sexual frustration building up within you. Finally you slid down a strap of your dress, letting it, along with your bra, glide down your breast. You tried to pull his chin towards you but he was too caught up in reading the emails he had gotten.

You really did respect the guy. For whatever he is, he took his work...of all kinds...very seriously. That itself turned you on. “Yoongi” You cooed at him, causing him to hum slightly.

“Yes love?” He muttered, a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

“Look” He finally surrendered to you, allowing you to turn his chin to see your perky breast in his line of vision. He was surprised, looking at you briefly before placing his mouth over you and suckling you roughly. 

You bit your lip, his tongue felt hot as he rolled it around your nipples. He took his time, lapping away at you, digging his teeth and gliding his wet lips over the perked bud. 

You buried your face into his soft black hair, his musky scent overwhelming you. Stuttering his name from your lips as he continued to suck your tit harshly, his hands trailed up your bare legs under the skirt of your dress to tug at the waistline of your panties. He let his fingers glide beneath the soft lace, teasing you.

Yoongi gave your breast a final sloppy kiss, before he let go with a pop, looking up at your fucked out face. He chuckled, bringing one hand to slide down your other strap and then tenderly squeezing your other breast. He rolled the tip between his fingers before placing his mouth of it.

Heat was coiling in your chest, soft whines leaving your parted lips. You moved from his thigh to straddle his waist, rolling your hips against his growing bulge. The friction shot pleasure through your core, making you leak with desire. 

You were sure Yoongi could feel how wet you were. Nevertheless his focus remained on ravishing your breast. He left chaste kisses on your eager nub, nipping away as his mouth tenderly sucked, making sure to give it as much attention as the other. 

His kisses then trailed between your breasts, traveling up to your neck where they became rougher. His movements tickled you, making you squirm as he kissed beneath your jaw, tilting your face back. 

“Mmm that’s enough love, we can’t here” He mumbled. You groaned in complaint, panting with frustration as Yoongi’s lips left your skin and his hands pulled your straps back onto your shoulders. “I booked us a room somewhere special for a few days because our bedroom is still fucked up from the other night. We can have each other there, I promise, okay love?”

-

Yoongi was a man of taste. Being in the rock industry, he was used to things being grunge and edgy, but personally he always had a soft spot for excellence. That’s why, while maintaining the all black getup, he would dress in silk shirts, pure silver jewelry and diamond studded jackets. 

He had picked a hotel not too far from the label, but one of the finest places in miles around. It was the same venue that would be the site of Jimin’s album release event the following night. Yoongi had booked out the largest suite in the building, wanting to show you the best night of your life. 

And you had a feeling it would be, as you walked in to the large room, lit with purple LED undertones that complemented the fading sunset that was gleaming in through the expansive glass wall. On the bed was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.

“Holy shit” You mumbled, wandering around as Yoongi directed the bellboys to bring in the luggage. Yoongi insisted he would take care of all your needs when packing. He claimed to have someone go back to your apartment and grab some of your essential items, but also insisted in buying you new things. You had to admit, gangster or not, Yoongi really knew how to spoil a girl.

You leaned against the glass, peering out at the skyline, a bright coral pink even still. Yoongi came up besides you, tilting your face towards him to kiss you fondly. 

“Can I pour you a drink love?” He sighed into your mouth. You nodded, watching as Yoongi pulled the champagne out of the bucket, popping the cork and pouring two glasses with ease. He hands you one, clinking his own against yours. You took a few sips, savoring the slightly sour bubbly liquid before setting your glass aside. Yoongi pulled you towards him by the waist. 

“This is all amazing Yoongi” You wrapped your arms around his neck. He caressed your hips, swaying you against him almost as though you were slow dancing. After a quick peck to the lips he spoke again,

“I’ve been thinking about the future. How would you like to work for me full time? As a junior producer?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “I...wow, I would love that, that would be the dream” Yoongi smiled, gliding his lips over your cheek, behind your ear where he began to leave small wet kisses. His hands trailed up your sides and he hooked his fingers under the strap of your dress, tugging it so the garment slid seamlessly off your body and onto a pile on the floor.

“Shit” Yoongi bit his lip, eying you up and down in your angelic lingerie. “Just missing one thing” You pouted as he stepped away from you, walking over to a cabinet to pull a studded black collar and leash from the drawer. 

He wrapped the collar around your neck carefully, adjusting the strap so that it was nice and tight. He admired the way it looked against your skin, tracing and tugging on it with his fingers.

“Beautiful.” Taking the leash in his hand, he gently pushed you down onto your knees, stroking your cheek as you looked up at him eagerly. “You know what to do” He blew a kiss at you teasingly.

You began to unbutton his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers. Licking you lips, you took his length into your hands, stroking him slowly, looking up for his validation. 

He groaned at your touch “Look at you hm?” His fingers harshly ran along your jaw, pulling playfully at your bottom lip “So fucking pretty”

He tugged your lip forward, prompting you to get your mouth on his cock, his other hand holding himself steady against the wall. You wrapped your lips around the tip, letting you tongue circle around.

Your breath hitched as Yoongi suddenly tugged at your leash, forcing his cock down your throat. You gagged immediately, but he kept your face pulled forward.

You flattened your tongue, allowing Yoongi to thrust himself against the slippery sensation. His cock filled your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe. You could taste the sour pre-cum against the rigid veins all over his girthy length. 

He loved the way you took him, so messy. You slobbered all over his cock, the sounds of you choking and coughing like music to his ears. Your lips were swollen and fucked out, eyes bulging as you desperately tried to maintain yourself. Tears built at the corned of your eyes making him buck his hips. You were his. Like he had always wanted. He finally owned you.

You felt his cum shoot straight down your throat, causing you to gasp in desperation, cheeks hollowing enough to allow him to push even further down your throat. Once you surrendered to swallow, Yoongi pulled out, a mixture of cum and saliva dripping all over your face. 

“Bend over, hands on the wall” He ordered through gritted teeth. He lined himself up behind you, sneaking a finger deep into your heat, relishing in the wet pool of your arousal and how you leaked out all over his palm. He pushed another finger in, pumping you furiously before his eyes narrowed in on your back.

You felt his fingers fall out, causing you to whine. A sudden tug of the leash pulled you back into his chest. 

“What is this?” He growled, a finger gliding over the knife scar through his name on your back. You stuttered, the collar knocking the breath out of you. “Who did this?”  He dug his nails into you making you wince. 

“W..what are you talking about?” Yoongi turned you around and slapped you hard.

“You know what I’m talking about. Who marked you? Who fucking dared?” He was yelling loudly despite being so close to your face. You tried to turn away but he wouldn’t let you.

“I...” You gulp. If you told Yoongi it was Jin, he would definitely go kill him. You needed Jin to be alive, in fact you were hardly even sure if he was anymore. A part of you knew Taehyung wouldn’t actually kill him. He didn’t deserve to die, not for something like this. “I don’t know”

Yoongi glared at you, the fire in his eyes evident. He dragged you relentlessly to the bed, taking the leash and using it to tie your arms to your chest. 

“You wanna play fucking games huh?” Yoongi screamed. You trembled, his demeanor beginning to scare you, “I’ll show you. I’ll fucking show you what happens when you hide something from me. You’re staying like this, locked in here until you decide to tell me the truth you got that?”

Tears were already streaking down your face as you nodded. Yoongi scowled at you before climbing in the other side of the bed and turning off the lights. 

-

Hobi arrived at the banquet hall. Preparations were already being made. The hustle of his coworkers preparing for the album release press conference and the subsequent celebration. 

A few people greeted him, but looking around he noticed an absence of a certain energy. Jimin was sitting on the stage, reading over his answer sheets while his make-up artists poked at his face.

Hobi didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about what he had done to Jimin. He never liked the guy, despite having to put up a cordial face around him. It was tough for him to help Jimin put songs together when he just wanted to wrench his guts out and put a bullet through his head. 

He tried avoiding the star when he could, but Jimin sought him out “Hey Hobi c’mere” Jimin snapped his fingers, pushing away the people surrounding him. Hobi took a deep breath before approaching him.

“Have you seen Y/n?”

Hobi raised his eyebrows. He at first had not been sure if you would have actually been killed or not after Jin’s little stunt the other night. It was a relief to him when he saw you appear in the news at Jimin’s side, but he was confused. 

“I figured she was here already. Maybe she’s with Yoongi” Jimin rolled his eyes, “That motherfucker, honestly. Did you know those two were hanging out because I fucking didn’t” Jimin hissed. “He branded her. Apparently they got really high, she said it was an accident but I dunno that’s a bit much even for Yoongi. You should have seen how pissed off he was”

“Hanging out?” Hobi asked curiously, “Y/n and Yoongi?” He felt his stomach flip uncomfortably. “Yoongi never hangs out with employees, let alone interns”

Jimin shrugged, “Can’t blame him honestly. She’s a temptress. I’ve slept with her a bunch of times and it just keeps getting better and better”

Hobi did everything in his power not to slug Jimin in his face, out of respect to the make up artists who had spent so long trying to make this bastard look presentable. “I know” 

“You do?” Jimin grinned, “Right...you who almost dated for half a second there. Then Yoongi and his fucking rules came and blew it all up” Jimin playfully pushed Hobi’s shoulder, “Man. You gotta just claim what’s yours and say fuck em. Next time. She’s mine now though, sorry”

Hobi rolled his eyes, knowing full well that you loathed Jimin. Nevertheless, the spoilt brat had a point. When the fuck did Yoongi hang out with Y/n? It didn’t make sense. 

Turning to one of the overseeing secretaries, Hobi questioned which room Yoongi was staying, intending to pay him a quick visit. The secretary gave him the room number, warning him that Yoongi had mentioned he might be unavailable in the morning as he had a few errands to run. 

Hobi wandered through the hotel, heading to the elevator to arrive at the top floor with all the suites. When he arrived at the door, he noticed the sign on the handle with raised eyebrows. Nevertheless he knocked “Yoongi! It’s me? Can we chat for a bit?”

“Hobi! Oh my God Hobi help me! Get me out of here!” Goosebumps appeared all over him as your shrill voice leaked through the door, “I can’t move please”

His hands were trembling. What the hell was going on? He budged at the door but it was locked. Cursing under his breath, he pulled out his gun, taking the handle and using it to knock of the handle. He pushed through the door, swallowing thickly as he saw you, leash hooked up to the bed frame, hands tied, in such a sexy little lingerie set his heart felt like exploding then and there.

“What the fuck?” Hobi rushed over to you, untying you from your restraints and clicking off the collar. Your hands went to your neck, soothing the red marks that had appeared due to the tight hold. “Yoongi did this?”

You nodded “He was punishing me. He was gonna keep me locked in here” You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even find it within yourself. Hobi noticed how defeated you looked. He hated seeing you like this.

“Why?”

You looked into his eyes, sighing at the true ignorance. Hobi knew so little about everything you had been through, you didn’t have the heart to place the burden onto him.

“Can we just get out of here? Please? I need a fucking drink” He nodded, rubbing the pads of his fingers softly over the imprints of the tight bands on your arms. “Let me get changed. That motherfucker was gonna make me miss my first album release party,” You scoffed, laughing bitterly as you stood up, “I’ll fucking show him. I’m gonna look hot as fuck and I’m gonna be all over Jimin tonight”

Hobi blinked at you in amusement but said nothing as you marched off into the bathroom.

“Come on” You called back to him, curling your finger to motion him towards you teasingly “Are you really gonna pass up the chance to fuck me in the shower?”

“Damn, you’re really something” Hobi mumbled, unable to hide the blush that grew on his cheeks. 

You didn’t bother taking off your underwear, you could see how turned on Hobi was from seeing you just by the gleam in his eye. You playfully bounced into the shower, turning the water cold.  The white lace on your body dampened, making the coverage practically negligible. 

Hobi almost choked seeing you. You tilted your head back and let the water fall directly on your breasts. You could hear the click of his buckled as he undressed himself quickly to join you.

“Shit this is cold” Hobi touched the water before sliding into the glass cube behind you. You turned around to face him, smiling mischievously. “Can daddy clean me up?” You pouted at him, winking. Hobi rolled his eyes.

“Jesus Y/n” Hobi pulled your hips forward before lifting you into his arms, “You’re such a slut for me aren’t you? All you fucking want is daddy’s big cock is that it?”

You nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Want your cock” You slid your hand down his chest, biting your lip.

“Of course you do baby” He pressed your back against the glass, the ice cold water hitting his back as he rolled his hips into you. His hand snaked around beneath you to push aside your soaked panties and touch your throbbing clit. “Look at me baby. Does that feel good?” He began to rub small circles, watching the way your body responded to him.

“Y...yes” You groaned, burying your face into his wet hair, nails digging into his back as you held on tight. Hobi grunted, gliding his finger back to trace along your folds.

“So fucking needy baby. No one fucks you as good as I do huh?” Hobi’s hot breath tickled your ear. “You missed me didn’t you, you slut. Only I know how you really like it” He pushed one finger in “Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, a sobbing mess of moans muffling into his neck as he rapidly pumped his finger into you, “Yes” You exhaled, “Want Daddy. Only want Daddy”

“I know. Oh, you poor little thing” He shoved another finger in, making you mewl as he stretched you out, “Do you think about me huh? When Jimin’s ramming his cock into do you think about me?” Your pussy clenched down at his words, “Did you fuck Yoongi too? Our boss, god you are such a little whore aren’t you?”

He slid in a third finger and you began to scream out in pleasure, “Oh fuck Hobi yes, right there right there” You panted heavily, “More...please” The mention of Yoongi’s name had you leaking all over. 

The thought that he could just come back in at any moment had you falling apart. He would look so fucking angry. He would probably kill Hobi on the spot. 

Why did that turn you on so much?

Heat pulsed through your body. Hobi slid his fingers out, spanking your pussy before sliding you down onto your feet.

“I missed you” Hobi said weakly. Your eyes softened. You knew you were taking advantage of him. You knew your heart was really elsewhere, as much as you wished it wasn’t. 

“Kiss me” You didn’t want to think, you cupped his face bringing it to yours and pressing your lips against his. You poured yourself into the kiss, the roll of your hips matching the way your lips wrestled one another. 

Hobi deepened the kiss, pining your wrists above your head. He gasped as he pulled away, staring darkly into your eyes, “Do you want Daddy’s big cock?” You nodded, his lips barely inched from yours “Yeah? Want Daddy to fuck you good? Fill you up with his cum? Fuck his babies into you huh? You want that?”

He turned you around, hand gripping under your thigh to prop your leg up onto the sliding shower door handle. You winced at the stretch but Hobi didn’t react. You feel him slap his hot cockhead against your ass. Holding your hips steady, he slid his cock into you easily. Your slick inviting him in deep into your throbbing heat. You whimpered as his dick pushed through your walls, filling you to the brim. 

“Good girl” He growled, “Such a good warm little pussy for daddy, such a good fucking girl oh goddd” He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in. His pace was excruciatingly slow, but the burn of him pumping you in and out felt so good. 

“Fuck I’m close Daddy” You were practically drooling, lips parted in pure bliss as Hobi fucked you deeper and deeper, your head slamming against the glass. “Want you to fill me up daddy. Want your cum” You whined.

“You feel so fucking good baby. Go ahead and cum,” Hobi kissed you again “Cum for Daddy, come on” He quickened his pace as he felt your tight walls begin to twitch around his cock. He could hear your wetness as he pistons into you under your breathless screams. 

“I’m gonna cum Daddy..I..I..” Your eyes were clenched close as you let out a high pitched scream, your hot arousal dripping all over Hobi’s cock as your walls squeezed him tight. He bucked his hips as you came, groaning as he tried to fuck you through it. 

“Shit.” Hobi cursed under his breath as he felt himself come undone immediately after, his sticky cum shooting deep inside of you. “God that was so good” He sighed, landing a lazy kiss on your lips.

You sighed, savoring the small aftershocks of arousal that had you trembling in his embrace. Enjoying the final momentary pleasure before the wild night ahead of you.

-

Jimin stood outside the banquet hall and tightened his tie. There were only a few more minutes until his album officially came out. Fixing loose strands of his hair, he sighed. He wanted you by his side but you were no where to be seen. 

“Jiminnnn” The pitch of your voice gave you away easily. Jimin glowed in anticipation of you. His heart stopped as you arose from the hallway. You looked absolutely stunning in a classy sleeveless pantsuit. 

“Baby” You giggled. Jimin frowned slightly, noticing how you stumbled into his arms before giving you a peck on the lips. “Are you excitedddd?” You slurred your words. “Everyone’s gonna loveeeee your music”

He inhaled your scent, scrunching his nose as he recognized the stench of whiskey on your breath. “Baby. You’re drunk”

“Come onnnnn, everyone is waiting for you at the party” You tugged at his tie. Jimin sighed, he couldn’t help but surrender to your cuteness despite his gut telling him not to bring you there. 

“Jimin...this is my dream.” You giggled, almost losing your balance before Jimin caught you into his arms. “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriendddd” Jimin dragged you outside slowly, sheepishly bowing to the other people who began giving the pair of you dirty looks. “Hey!” You yelled suddenly, “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriend! I love him!”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. “You...what?” He began trembling, an overwhelming flush of emotions seizing him. “Really?”

You nodded, a big teethy smile on your face. Jimin blushed. “I...” She’s just drunk. He sighed. “Come on baby” He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you down to the banquet hall. 

The venue was gorgeous. It had a red and black theme that matched Jimin’s album cover. Champagne was being served at every nook and corner. The room broke out into applause as Jimin walked in, you glued to his side.

Jimin’s eyes scanned the room looking for Yoongi. He was no where to be seen.

Jimin waved to his guests, thanking them for the cheer before he turned to you. He stroked your face, gazing into your glittering eyes with nothing but adoration. He felt his eyes tear up as the thought occured to him that maybe it really was you.

He had written so many baseless love songs, songs about yearning, song about searching for someone to make his life worth it again. Maybe it was you. Were you his happy ending?

His mind wandered to what could be. What might be if he marries you, you go on tour together, making love in every city over the world. You would be his biggest fan, his lifeline, and he would love you endlessly. He wanted that. So bad. Did you?

He twirled you around before dipping you down princess style and kissing you passionately. The room burst into cheers as you smiled into one another.

“Sir” One of the staff members tapped on Jimin’s shoulder urgently, “Sorry to interrupt, there’s something you should know” The staff member leaned in to whisper something into Jimin’s ear. You watched as his eyes went wide with shock. 

“I...I need to go. Excuse me” Jimin pardoned himself from the crowd, rushing out of the banquet hall. You followed him.

“Jimin! What is it? What happened?” You held onto his arm.

“He’s dead” Jimin muttered, “Fuck. SHIT. He’s dead” 

Your heart dropped. “Who...?”

“Taehyung. Taehyung is dead”

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a/n: i hope this makes up for how shitty part 6 was ahahaha. gosh i must have rewritten this like 4 times. but yeah drop those theories in my asks bbs <3 who killed tae? where’s yoongi? what’s jin up to? joon and kook will be back in action in part 8, next week dw ;) 

also that detail abt jin not listing you fucking taehyung when he’s spanking you is intentional

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[not-goldy]

honestly After festa dinner this the level of self respect and isolated I expected from the park jimin , the man was having breakdown while everyone else was talking about wanting nothing to do with each other complaining like being with those dudes the worst thing in life , I love what he did in his solo era , he was like I didn't ask for it but if I will do it I'm gonna do it very good and no he will not come to jk every time he call him he is a superstar who had no time if jk chose to leave their shared home to live alone " and it normal they are fucking adult " he should handle the lonely feeling , I don't see it as jimin sending mixed signals if he just did what everyone was doing working on his music exploring his ability and working hard

I was smiling 😃 until....

Jk chose to leave their shared home sounds a tad dramatic 😆😆😆😆😆😆😆

That's Park Jimin alright. He takes everything he does seriously commits to it and delivers on it.

Well, how does he handle the loneliness?? It's not something you can just handle and it goes away. It's not something that Jungkook can fix either or any one external to him can manage for him either.

I would love to read or listen to him explore this or talk more about it more cos it's not the 1st time he's said those words especially since his situation is unique. He's an idol, successful, eldest son, queer, Asian, male and I wanna know how much of all these intersecting identifies impact his mental health.

But I don't think we should downplay his feelings or minimize it, loneliness and chronic loneliness isn't a joke. In his case, what's that saying, the higher you go the lonelier it becomes and the older you get the smaller your circle of friends...

And may be Jungkook was sleeping 😴 on live drunk as hell begging for attention on live doing some puff puffs and shit we don't even know about 🥴

But Jimin chose music as his outlet too and explored the same theme of drinking and dealing with difficult emotions and what not.

Just because Jungkook didn't put all those in a song don't mean his was less poetic that's just discrimination 😆

I'm confused... did some one say he was sending mixed signals to Kook. Did I miss that tea.

Hold up

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

Again I don't understand how some people could even get this unfathomable idea of jimin being least popular 😭. If you think so you clearly have a curated tl of bunch of taekookers (including big accounts hiding in the pretence of Ot7) cause they are literally the only ones who think like that. EXCUSE ME he's freaking park jimin, the whole world is obsessed with him. His haters might talk shit about him online but I know even they stream his songs if only to pass shady "critics" about it later on. And what did the anon say? He doesn't have the talent like jk nor the looks like tae lmao 🤣😂. If he doesn't have the talent then how come he has songs like lie, filter, alone, like crazy in his discography? And how is he the only member to not just be in top 10 of bb hot 100 but also top it. It's difficult to land a good position as it is but to be #1 amongst so many new releases that too of contemporaries like miley cyrus is a hugeeeeeeee achievement especially noting how other members solo releases have done. Do you even realise his power? He goes to Dior events and people gather there like bts be holding concert. Tae and jm left airport at the same day but guess who had a larger crowd to greet and meet? ( It's a cheap comparison but it seems to be the only measure of success to taekookers but jimin is defeating your fav even in this department). THAT is how much loved jimin is by his true fans. I would like to see taekook break this record. Fun fact jm has 200 M streams of like crazy a two month old release, while jk has 278 M streams of dreamers a year old release 🤡. However now that the company has decided to favour their favourite child and get him all the payola with scooter braun jk might finally out do jimin. Do you understand if jm did all that without any ounce of support from his own company, what level he could reach with even half the enthusiasm the company would no doubt be showing for jk's debut? Talk about kingmin VERY NICELY. And regarding his looks pfffttt I'm not even gonna elaborate on it, he's gorgeous enough to make even your dad question his sexuality, so give your mind a rest. Only a jealous girly or a insecure gay guy would think otherwise.

They have this idea because the story's been changed. The wrong narratives about Jimin (and other members) keep spreading and everyone keeps believing it.

I honestly hate the most that it begins to sound like a dick measuring contest, and for what?

It really is not about how many people at the airport or watch your lives or like your instagram photos. All of that are nice bonus extras. People are so deep in fandom spaces that they forget what it is about in the end, what it should be about: people genuinely liking your music and looking forward to watch your performances.

Then there's this thing that I don't understand.. what do they mean when they say most "popular"? Is it really most popular, in the grand sense of the word where random people know your name, or is it most "popular" because they're the most biased members within the fandom? Because I think the answer to that is very clear. Everyone knows whose name outside of the fandom people know and recognize and talk about.

This fandom has come to dislike and resent Jimin because he had the misfortune of being friends with Jungkook. They resent him because he's loved and successful and people talk well about him. There's a lot of new armys who probably have no idea that "armys" started ignoring Jimin's tweets and stopped interacting with them because they thought it boosted his brand reputation and other members deserved to be #1 too. They literally stopped themselves from interacting with Jimin's tweets so he wouldn't be "more" than the others. And yet, people in real life, outside of the fandom, still keep Jimin there as #1. So I think that for starters, we should all collectively agree on what's the actual definition of "popularity." Case in point, BTS had a huge fandom since years but they weren't actually "popular" until dynamite.

Okay, so what if Jungkook and Taehyung cater to the fandom fantasies and fit their standards better. That has never, and will never say anything real about Jimin's likeability or talents.