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theharrowing · 3 months ago

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Collateral 🗡️ 23: This life of death and destruction

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon

🗡️ word count: 13.6k

🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+

🗡️warnings: violence (a man gets stabbed in the eye, weaponized chopsticks, blood); recreational drug use & getting drunk; vomit.

🗡️note: are we ready to continue this story??? the cast of characters has doubled in size, and i think the angst & drama has multiplied, as well. i wrote this opening scene on april 20, 2023 moments after watching the Haegeum mv. it feels good to have finally built the rest of the chapter around it over a year later. this chapter is like 80% dialogue, lol sorry. we are setting up for what is to come in the rest of the fic. enjoyyy!!!

🗡️ also note: in this chapter and the next, mc is borrowing clothing. if you are comfortable with imagining the clothing belongs to the thin kpop idols, please do. if you are not, then please don't. i am not making assumptions or allusions to body size but instead trying to paint a picture of being at the mercy of others.

🗡️ if you have not read the Yoongi POV chapter, i strongly recommend you do so before reading this.

🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🗡️ posted sept. 2024 | read on ao3

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“He looks hesitant,” Ryujin drawls in a bored tone. She turns to face you and her lips upturn at the edges, eyes sparkling. “Like he’s scared of what he may find when he gets here.”

The air is stiflingly hot, creating a sticky film over your skin, and your body feels heavier than it should. In this humidity, you are dizzy and agitated. More than anything, you are not ready to come face to face with the man who has caused you so much confusion and mental duress.

“Good,” you say, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Your fingers dig into your hip bones, and you do your best not to shuffle anxiously. You do not fully believe in your conviction, but you want your performance to be believable enough that the girls don't think you're weak. “He should be.”

“Looks like he brought all the family men,” she adds, turned back to watch their approach.

Your heart flutters suddenly, wondering whether she means Jimin is there too, unable to hide the tremble in your voice as you ask, “A-all of them?”

This time, when Ryujin faces you, her expression appears contemplative, almost sad.

“All of them,” she confirms, causing nausea and excitement to stir.

All you can say in response is, “Oh.”

Before you can stop yourself, your feet are carrying you forward, toward the window. You do not fully approach, not wanting to be seen, so you stop as soon as you spot them walking in the street toward the noodle shop downstairs that doubles as your hideout.

Seven figures approach in a V formation. Six of them wear ratty dark t-shirts and khaki pants, and they hold what look like juvenile weaponry—baseball bats and chains. Over their heads are balaclavas, reminding you of Christian's men. Is it meant to taunt him, you wonder. Do they think they will find him and his men here?

Yoongi is in the center, leading the charge, with no face covering and wearing a baby blue satin bomber jacket with thick white lines down the sleeves. On the breasts of the jacket are embroidered dragon heads, reminding you of Namjoon.

Namjoon. The thought of seeing him again, like this, makes your insides stir. You feel the urge to vomit, but you hold your ground and watch as the men approach, wearing a frown on your lips.

When the heads disappear from sight, you turn and listen for the silence that lingers in the air, save for the thrum of your pulse. A calm before a terrible storm.

Ryujin lets out a long, loud trill of a whistle—a signal, no doubt—and you listen as the

hideout breaks out into chaos. Men scramble through the short hallway that leads out into the open space that Yoongi and his men will soon enter.

"No guns!" Ryujin commands as she stomps through the space toward the hallway, clad in a white tank top tucked into a short black tennis skirt and tall leather equestrian boots. "You are on the defense only. Do not harm a single hair on any of these men's bodies. Do so and you die!"

As you stand near the window, you listen to the street commotion below. Vehicles drive along the narrow roads, vendors shout while ringing bells and chimes, and in the distance, a dog barks.

You know that you will not hear the men's approaching footfalls, but you listen for them, anyway. Yoongi and the family men only need to walk through the small dining hall of the open-air restaurant below, then up a flight of stairs. You hear nothing that might give their positions away.

"Wanna hide?" Hwasa—the nickname of your darling friend Hyejin—asks. She rests her chin on your shoulder and loosely wraps her arms around you, engulfing you in a perfume of roses and lilies.

You shake your head and mutter, "No," watching the doorway for any movement.

Finally, heavy footfalls echo through the space, giving you goosebumps, and when you hear the sounds of shouting followed by someone running into the room, you hold your breath.

"Fuck, fuck!" a man yells as he rounds the corner and cowers, shaking like a leaf in the wind. He seems to be patting himself down for a weapon, then he sighs and squeezes his eyes closed as he presses his back to the wall.

"Ya!" Hwasa yells, making the man gasp. "What is it?"

"B-big Duri," the man stammers, eyes wide. He shakes his head quickly as if attempting to clear away his thoughts.

Duri is a hulk of a man who stands watch at the top of the stairs. He is as muscular as he is tall, with a bit of softness around his belly, and his towering status has earned him the title Big Duri from the other men. One snarl from him makes men cower away in fear.

"What about him?" Hwasa asks.

"He was s-stabbed," the man says, staring at the floor. "In the f-f-fucking eye."

Hwasa drops her arms from around you and stands up straight. You open your mouth to speak but find no sound can pass your lips.

Footfalls approach, heavy and fast. You are not sure who you expect storming in from the hallway, but for some reason, it is not Yoongi.

He walks in assuredly like he owns the place, dark hair framing his face in waves. Clenched in his right fist are two bright red chopsticks that look like the ones served at the restaurant downstairs, and you could swear the thinner ends of them are dripping with blood.

"Darling, let's go," Yoongi says, wide eyes fixed on you. He looks like a madman with his hair somewhat disheveled and a sheen of sweat on his throat.

You are surprised to see Yoongi dressed as he is. Under the pastel jacket is a white tee tucked into loose-fitting blue jeans. When was the last time you saw him in blue jeans? Your first trip to Hong Kong?

You heavy-blink, breaking from the thought process, and attempt to hold steady and keep cool. But you do not feel cool. Your pulse quickens, and you worry you might faint.

"I'm staying here," you say, voice trembling.

You half expect Yoongi to storm over and grab you by the arm. Part of you even feels saddened when he stays where he is.

"Darling," Yoongi says, lifting his free hand to wave you over. "I'm not asking you twice."

"How many men did you kill out there?" you ask, eyes on the chopsticks that drip blood beside his dusty white sneaker. Yoongi's arm drops to his side and he heaves a weighty sigh, shoulders falling.

Behind Yoongi, Ryujin saunters in. She grins and stands beside Yoongi, resting her head against his shoulder as she reaches for the bloodied chopsticks in his fist, saying, "You owe me a bodyguard."

Yoongi—whose eyes never leave you—throws the chopsticks to the floor, off to the side. They clatter against the uneven wood, and you wince at the thought of blood splattering.

He mutters, "Fine."

With that admission, you surmise that Yoongi has, indeed, stabbed Big Duri in the eye. How he managed to do so when he is so much smaller than the man is beyond you. You would be amused by the visual of Yoongi leaping onto him like a kitten if the situation were not so infuriating.

Slowly, Ryujin lifts her head from Yoongi's shoulder. She turns her gaze to you as she says, "She doesn't want this life, Yoongi. She told you so, herself."

"Darling," Yoongi says, seemingly ignoring Ryujin, making her roll her eyes. "I will make some changes. We will figure it out. Just come home."

You shake your head. "I told you I wanted to leave."

"You are in danger," Yoongi insists, and you scoff. For the first time since you have arrived to this dingy place, there has been no hint of violence until he turned up.

As Yoongi sighs, his nostrils flair. You can clearly see that he has something on his mind, but he remains still and silent.

Anger rises, and you clench your fists at your sides. This is not the reunion you expected, but you cannot say you are shocked. "I told you I no longer want this life, and the first thing you do is stab a man—a good man!"

"Darling, I—"

"Go home," you interrupt.

Yoongi watches you, expression cold save for a flicker of sadness in his eyes. Every nerve in your body wants to propel you forward and into his arms, but you do not want to return to the home of a maniac who attacks men with chopsticks, beautiful as that maniac may be.

"I have told you time and again that I cannot handle this life of death and destruction! And here you are, bringing it straight to my feet. Go home, Yoongi."

Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek, raising his eyebrows. In the doorway, you see Namjoon appear, balaclava raised to his forehead. His dark grey tee is smeared with sweat and blood, and before he can open his mouth to speak, you turn around. There is absolutely no way you will be able to keep your strength if you are forced to face any more of them.

"She wants you to leave," Hwasa says. You are grateful for her as you hear the heels of her boots against the rickety hardwood. "Now!"

"I want to speak to her," Namjoon says, and you are surprised to hear Yoongi say, "She does not wish to speak. Come on."

As their deep, low voices mutter, tears fill your eyes. You breathe in deeply, hoping to ward them off, but as you exhale, the air comes out shattered, and you know that you are only moments away from crying.

"Tomorrow night, we can sit down and discuss matters," Ryujin says.

You keep your eyes on the late afternoon sky, hanging on her every word.

"Amicably," she continues. "No weapons. No hot tempers. And you have a man en route to Busan to take Duri's place when we arrive. Deal?"

"All of us?" Namjoon asks, and you fight the edges of your lips, which curl into a sad smile.

Ryujin sighs. "Yes, all seven of you sordid little devils. Now get the fuck out of my hideout. You gave our darling a scare and I will not have her fainting because of it. I will send you a time and place, and you will show up dressed as respectable men. Seriously, what the fuck are you guys wearing? You look like trash."

Ryujin's voice fades as she continues to berate them, footsteps retreating, and it occurs to you once more that somewhere out in the chaos is Jimin. You turn, and the movement causes Yoongi's head to lift and eyes to open wide and expectantly, standing halfway in the hallway. You were not expecting him to still be here. To your disappointment, Namjoon has already left the room.

"Is Jimin here?" you ask.

Relief floods Yoongi's face, and he cracks a smile, nodding as he says, "Yes. Come see him."

You shake your head, blinking back the tears that threaten to fall.

"Glad he's awake," you say. "Perhaps I will see you all tomorrow."

Yoongi's expression turns sad, and you watch as he mouths the word perhaps before you turn your attention back to the window. The sound of his shoes retreating makes you want to throw up, and you swallow it down as a single tear streaks your left cheek.

* * *

Ryujin lies on a large fur rug that she has pulled near the window. Atop the rug is a mess of blankets and pillows, and her limbs tangle with those of Hwasa and the other three girls.

You sit arrow straight on the wide window sill, staring at the street below. The sky slowly darkens, illuminating the buildings with an orange glow that is exaggerated by the neon lights on each restaurant and storefront.

"Yes, Yoongi," Ryujin says into her phone, playful irritation in her tone. "I swear to you there is nobody by that name in our ranks. Seokjin-oppa has already warned me about his possible presence."

You listen, hoping to hear traces of Yoongi's voice coming through the phone, but you know that it is hopeless; his dulcet tones do not exactly travel far even while in the same room as him. Muffled and at a distance, the notion is hopeless.

"You know," Ryujin continues, "you would have less to worry about if you hadn't stabbed my most trusty security guard in the fucking eye with a chopstick."

Her words make you wince, and you turn away from the window, staring at the empty wall opposite where Ryujin and the girls rest. The floral wallpaper is peeled in places and tinted brown from water damage, but otherwise, the space is clean and empty, save for six suitcases and the items Ryujin has brought in and strewn about for comfort.

Outside of this room is a hallway that connects to more rooms, though you have not bothered to look into any of them, save for the bathroom, which is the first room to the right as you exit this one. Whatever this hideout was originally built for, you do not know, and you do not care, although you imagine at least one of the rooms could serve as office space for the restaurant below.

A shrill laugh barks through the air, making you jump. You gaze over your shoulder to find Ryujin's head tilted back, eyes closed as she full-body laughs.

"Don't be a fucking idiot," she says, opening her eyes to meet your gaze. "No scrub in clown paint is going to buy our little darling from me. Now get some sleep; we'll talk about this tomorrow evening, as promised."

Something about Ryujin calling you our little darling sends a chill along your spine, and you turn back to staring at nothing. She ends the call abruptly, and you hear as her phone clatters against the wooden floor, undoubtedly tossed aside.

"Darling," Ryujin calls, voice soft and pretty, causing your shoulders to rise to your ears as if protecting you—from what, you are unsure.

You swallow hard. "Hmm?"

Ryujin giggles. "Come. You're so tense. Relax with us."

She is correct that you are tense. You have been tense for days. When you got into her car at the airport, she said you would be here for two or three days, but it is going on a week, and you are tired of sleeping on rugs in a pile of bodies. You want to return to a bed. Any bed.

As you turn to face Ryujin and the others, you are struck by a sense of homesickness and longing that makes your stomach churn. Hwasa and three slender beauties called Solar, Wheein, and Moonbyul crowd Ryujin, who sits up on her elbows, gaze fixed on you.

Hwasa's head is against Ryujin's left shoulder, near her breast, and she watches you, as well, gaze soft but pleading. Moonbyul, with her long, straight hair lightened to a pale gold blonde, has her head on Hwasa's tummy, curled in on her. The other two are resting similarly, with Solar clinging to Ryujin and Wheein clinging to Solar, long dark hair draped over limbs which are draped over more limbs clad in white cotton and black spandex.

You watch them in their near-stillness, questioning where you would fit. Clearly, the five of them are tight. They call her mother, and she proudly dotes on them as if they are her precious children.

Ordinarily, you wait for everyone to begin dozing off, then you curl up on one of the outside edges, back turned from whichever woman is beside you. But you know that Ryujin wants you to be physically close to her—you can tell by the way she watches you.

What would physical closeness to a woman like her entail, you wonder.

"So shy," Ryujin pouts. "So moody."

Hwasa, as if mirroring her energy, juts out her bottom lip.

Ryujin tilts her head, studying you. "What does the lady require to help take the edge off?"

Although she is not explicitly saying so, you know that she is offering pills. Every day that you do not give in and crawl to Ryujin and her pile of women, she assumes it is due to some defect in your ability to relax. In a way, you suppose, she is correct.

"Going home would take the edge off," you respond, voice flat and lacking all mirth.

Ryujin sighs, and her pretty, impish smile falls into a dramatic frown. "I, too, would like to go home. And I promise that we will, soon. Yoongi is convinced there is some third party attempting to track you down, and he has been insistent on weeding the man out. He seems to think that you are safest while remaining in hiding. I, however, think we are sitting ducks."

You hum and nod.

She sits up ever so slightly, causing the clinging women to shift along with her movement. "What do you think?"

What do you think? Such a simple, innocent question, yet it stirs an anger in you that is so deep, festering in the dark pits of you that are fed by lack of proper comfort and sleep.

There is a part of you that wants to snap at Ryujin and ask whether she really cares what you think. You want to storm up to her, take her by the straps of her white tank top, and shake some sense into her while demanding she returns you to Korea at once.

Another part of you worries that Yoongi is being too paranoid to think clearly and that he is making an already strange situation worse. You find it hard to believe Christian has weaseled his way into Taiwan and is lying in wait to pounce, if that is what the phone call just now suggests.

But, then again, you never would have imagined Christian would show up with a briefcase of money, nor did you expect to see him turning up to the mansion in the middle of the night. Still, the notion feels ridiculous. You're not in Korea anymore.

You shrug, purse your lips as if you are thinking it over, and say, "I don't really know."

Truth be told, you are exhausted, catapulting emotionally from one extreme to another, finding it impossible to truly relax. You are not sure whether Ryujin has done anything to deserve your vitriol; she has kept you safe and fed, even if you are slowly succumbing to exhaustion-induced hysteria.

Her history with Yoongi notwithstanding, she appears reasonable and kind. It is hard to hate her for her past when it has opened up Yoongi's arms to you—for better or worse. It is not as if you regret the time you have spent with him.

And, if you are being honest, you wonder whether the transgression between them was as simple as the men put it, or if there is more to her side of the story. Surely, she did not wake up one day and decide to betray the man she loved.

Or, perhaps, she is charming you the way Yoongi did. What better way to tame a wild beast than to uproot it from the comfort and safety it has grown accustomed to and force it into close proximity, giving it no other choice than to be grateful and eventually feel some semblance of love toward its captor. Maybe she and Yoongi have more in common than you realize.

The thought makes you snicker, and you stand, taking notice of how Ryujin lifts her chin and watches you. Hwasa stirs and sits up, causing Moonbyul to roll off of her with a groan and clench onto the pillow below her.

"Going to the bathroom," you say.

Hwasa stands as Ryujin sing-songs, "Buddy system," causing you to smile and roll your eyes.

You are not allowed to do anything outside of this room—including taking a shit—without the accompaniment of one of the girls. Lucky for you, Hwasa is always willing and eager to be close.

Hwasa tiptoes over and snakes an arm around your elbow, momentarily resting her head on your shoulder as the two of you walk. You have come to enjoy her company quite a bit, and you are relieved to have her here.

While it was shocking to lay eyes on Hwasa after your plane landed in Taiwan, she was very clear and open about her circumstances, and you found it easy to trust her. According to her, Seokjin and Jimin gave her the position at Paradise knowing she was one of Ryujin's women, reminding you of Hyunjin and how he and his family were safe, after all.

Yoongi may not have been working directly with Ryujin this entire time, but it seems that his men have been. And, judging by how comfortable he seemed with letting Ryujin touch him and boss him around earlier, you do not suspect that he harbors the same ill thoughts that he seemed to when you first encountered her all those months ago.

You wonder what has changed. Has it been your presence in his life, or something more? After all the destruction Ryujin's team has caused Yoongi's family over the last several months, ending with Jimin in a coma, some sort of truce had to have been made. You have heard whispers of conversations, but you are curious about the specifics. It seems the woman who was at the helm of the destruction, Hyungseo, is not here.

In due time, you think. You have no doubt Ryujin will open up to you.

As you and Hwasa leave the room and venture quietly into the hall, two armed men look up from the game of Chinese checkers that they play on the floor, and smile. They are beautiful, and you smile back, yanking your gaze away from them before you are able to make any more of an impression on either of them.

Admittedly, you are lonely. Physically, emotionally, sexually…and there is something in the gleams of their eyes that stirs you deeply, but you know that it is not them who do it for you.

It is their eyes. They share the same piercing, knowing gaze of hunger and brutality that glimmers in the eyes of the family men. Your family men.

"I think Yunho likes you," Hwasa teases, voice loud enough for him to undoubtedly hear, though you do not turn back to look.

Instead, you press your palm against the cold metal door leading into the small bathroom and sheepishly ask, "Which one is he, again?"

A snicker comes from the floor, undoubtedly from Yunho's companion Seonghwa, and you turn as you enter the dimly lit room, grinning widely at your friend. The bathroom door swings shut, and the scents of toilet cleaner and bleach sting your nose.

There are three toilet stalls in this room with mint green painted metal doors. The walls are a similar shade of green, and the yellow and white tiles on the floor are chipped in places.

You make your way to the sinks straight ahead and turn on the water, which is always cold, and run your hands under the stream. On the counter, in the corner, is a large black makeup case containing travel-sized toiletries for yourself and the rest of the women, and you open its lid and rummage around for your toothbrush and toothpaste.

"How are you holding up?" Hwasa asks as you unscrew the cap from the toothpaste and squeeze a small dollop of its contents onto your bristles, careful not to take too much.

You shrug, and rather than respond, raise the brush to your mouth. The mint is cloyingly sweet as it hits your taste buds, and you close your eyes, worried that its minty sting may tangle with your emotions and cause tears to well.

"Will you be joining Ryujin to meet with them for dinner tomorrow?"

Without opening your eyes, you begin to shake your head, not sure whether you can handle sitting at the same table with all of them. But then Jimin's bright, gleaming smile crosses your mind, and you shrug and nod. You may as well.

Hwasa chuckles, and her hands rest softly on your shoulders before giving a gentle squeeze. All at once, you relax, dropping your shoulders and tipping your head forward, instinctively giving her permission to do anything she would like.

As you finish brushing your teeth and tongue, she squeezes your muscles and rolls her thumbs in circles. You hold the small plastic brush between your teeth, feeling a dribble of frothy, minty spit roll down your lip to your chin, and you rest your palms against the counter until Hwasa lifts her hands away.

"I suppose I should brush my teeth, too," she says with a pout in her tone, and you open your eyes to see her squirting some paste onto a matching toothbrush that she has written AH on in large letters for Ahn Hyejin.

You spit, rinse, and spit some more, then use the inside of your sweaty black tank top to dab the moisture from the edges of your mouth. When Hwasa is finished, the two of you link arms once more and make your way out of the bathroom, ignoring Yunho and Seonghwa as you walk by.

The rest of the girls, led by Ryujin, walk by in a fit of soft giggles, and you make your way to the pile of blankets and pillows, feeling physically exhausted despite being uncertain of whether you may actually be able to sleep.

Hwasa follows and lies down beside you, beaming as she scoots nice and close and wraps an arm around your waist before you have a chance to roll away and face the wall.

"Not so fast," she says, causing you to chuckle despite yourself. "You always roll away. Snore in my face for once."

Affronted, you attempt to wiggle out of her hold, surprised by how strong she is as she holds you in place. "I do not snore."

Hwasa rolls her eyes, says, "Everyone snores a little," and wiggles closer as her hold on you loosens—so close your noses nearly touch.

You feel too warm, and the scent of Hwasa's perfume mingling with her body heat stirs something inside you, filling you with the urge to flee. You are lonely, and she is beautiful and soft, and suddenly it feels as if all the air has been sucked from the room.

At a loss, you close your eyes. Whether you roll your body away or continue to face her, she will not create more distance because she cannot. As soon as the other girls return, they will pile into the bed, and you will feel the weight of ankles and wrists drape over you.

"Good night, pretty dove," Hwasa sing-songs.

You crack a smile, unable to hold back despite how dangerous it feels to allow yourself to be anything but stoic and collected for the time being. The nickname reminds you of Paradise and of Jimin, and you are unable to hold back.

"Good night, Hyejin," you mutter in response, forgetting her nickname for the familiar one as her warmth and comfort lulls you fast into a sleep you did not expect to come.

You actually feel…good.

* * *

The rattle and clanking of dishes and silverware have all of your nerves on high alert, causing your pulse to spike and your palms to sweat. You are acutely aware of the fact that at any moment, several men you miss and adore are going to come walking into the private dining room to join you, Ryujin, and Hwasa, and you are going to have to face them.

Each time a member of the serving staff enters, your eyes dart up in panic, and each time they bow apologetically, confusion painted across their features. Under the table, from your right, Hwasa grips onto your hand and mutters kind words that are lost over the pounding of your heart.

When your trio arrived first, you were grateful. You assumed that by the time you waited on the arrival of the men, your nerves would have calmed and you would have composed yourself.

But you were wrong. Oh, how you were wrong.

With each passing second, your heart riots behind your ribs, quick and dizzying. You feel the urge to excuse yourself to the bathroom, but you are terrified of what it may do to Yoongi if he arrives to find that you are not sitting at this table.

Food and drink are brought in. Large dishes covered in steaming meat, vegetables, rice, and noodles. Carafe after carafe is set down, and as you sit forward to peer into one of them, Hwasa says, "That is kaoliang. Fermented liquor from China." Your mouth begins to water, but you are not sure you are ready just yet to start drinking.

Shadows linger outside the door to the private room, tall and wide blobs obscured by the privacy glass. Ryujin glances at her watch, mutters, "Fucking finally," and stands, causing Hwasa to stand as well.

You remain glued to your seat. Even if you wanted to stand, you are not sure you would be able to.

As the door slides open, your heart pounds. Seokjin enters with a smirk and a bow of his head, followed by Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Jeongguk, Namjoon, and finally, Yoongi.

Jimin beams, eyes and mouth wide and happy, and he rounds the table in a rush, pushing past Ryujin, who attempts to pull him into a hug. Your eyes fill with tears, and as you finally get onto your feet, legs wobbling beneath you, the tears spill, streaking your cheeks.

You stumble and crash into the papered wall from the force of Jimin's hug, elbow scraping and stinging, but you do not care. Jimin smells and feels so familiar, and you sob in his arms, burying your face into his black lapel and letting out a deep, shattered breath.

"Oh my god," you manage to mutter against his shoulder, and he tries to loosen the hug to hear you speak, but you shake your head like a petulant child and pull him closer, refusing to let go. "I was so scared, Jimin. I thought I might never— I've missed you so much."

Voices greet one another, and chairs scrape across the floor, signaling that the others have begun to find their seats. This time, when Jimin begins to release the hug, you allow him, dropping your hands from his shoulders but holding them loosely around his hips.

Jimin's eyes are glassy with tears, and hair is slightly longer, almost grown out into a mullet. For the first time since you have met him, it is brown, and you mutter, "Nice hair," while doing your best to smile widely despite still crying.

He grimaces at you, lifting his hands to thumb away the moisture under your eyes. Then he leans in, kisses the tip of your nose, and says, "All better, dove."

"Thank you," you whisper, sound lodged in your throat, then you release Jimin for good and pivot to take your seat, taking a deep breath before allowing your eyes to fall on the rest of the men.

To your surprise and dismay, you find Ryujin sitting across from you with her eyebrows raised and a sharp, devious smile playing on her lips. To her left is Hwasa, and to her right is Jeongguk. You do not need to look to see that Yoongi and Namjoon have taken the seats on either side of you because of course, they have. Where else would they be?

But you do look. You sweep the sprawling rectangular table, starting with Namjoon at your left, then Hoseok, with Seokjin at the far end, where you anticipated Yoongi might sit. Past Seokjin is Taehyung, then Jeongguk, then Ryujin, who is leaning to the side and whispering something to Hwasa, whose hand reaches to where Jimin sits on the other far end.

Jimin inspects Hwasa's rings and nails, dainty fingers tracing delicate lines. When she turns back to look at him, there are tears in her eyes, and you realize belatedly that she has missed him, as well. Of course, she has.

You do not look at Yoongi, gaze ending with Jimin. Yoongi clears his throat, causing Ryujin to stand, and—feeling uncomfortable with also standing while she speaks—you quickly have a seat.

Ryujin bows her head, hair pulled in a tight bun at the back of her head. She, matching Hwasa, wears a black suit with a white silk blouse, blending in with the black suits and black satin undershirts the men wear. You are the odd one out in a sleek black evening gown; Ryujin was insistent. At least it, too, is satin.

"Gentlemen," Ryujin says, and all at once, the men stand, bow their heads, and sit, including Yoongi, who scoots in close beside you. "Thank you for joining us tonight. I trust you have found us a replacement bodyguard?"

Yoongi hums a gruff, low note, and you are acutely aware of his presence by your side. His scent—earthy and musky, ever so slightly tinged with citrus—sneaks past the savory blend of food smells and floods your senses. You swallow a lump of trepidation that has crept its way to your throat.

"First of all, I would like to thank you for trusting me with taking care of our little darling," Ryujin says, turning to look at Seokjin. She remains standing. "As you are all aware, things between Yoongi and I have not always been easy. But, moving forward, I would like for all of us to remain amicable."

At this, Ryujin's eyes land on Yoongi. She appears fierce and ruthless in the way she looks down at him, lips upturned as if to show that she is enjoying this position of power.

You glance from the corner of your eye to find that Yoongi peers back up at her, sitting tall on the edge of his seat. His expression is blank, as is to be expected. There is a long pause during which you wish someone would speak or move to eat or drink—anything to cut through the tension.

Finally, Yoongi folds his arms over his chest and sits back, shifting his weight in a more relaxed position. He clears his throat, and you turn your gaze to the piles of meats, vegetables, noodles, and rice.

It sounds as if Yoongi attempts more than once to speak but struggles to find the words. At this, Namjoon sits forward, pulling your attention to the left, and he asks, "May I?"

Ryujin's face lights up. "Of course, Joonie-oppa. The floor is yours."

"Firstly, thank you for your hospitality. The hideout was certainly difficult to locate—"

Ryujin snickers. At this, Jeongguk stands, facing her, "Look, noona, if you would have answered your phone, we never would have shown up there with—"

"Sit down," Ryujin snaps, turning a playful but intense glare on Jeongguk, whose mouth snaps shut as he takes his seat. Beside him, Taehyung snickers. "I didn't answer my phone because I wanted to converse with her before making any choices, and you idiots acted irrationally."

At the word her, Ryujin lifts her hand and gestures to you, momentarily pulling your gaze. Although you do not glance around, you are certain that all heads turn to look your way, causing you to shift uncomfortably in your seat while you begin watching droplets of condensation streak your water glass.

"Pardon us for being concerned," Yoongi responds, voice tense and pained.

This seems to quell whatever emotion that has Ryujin acting defensive, and she slowly takes her seat and reaches for the bottle of kaoliang. All seem to be waiting for her response, and she takes her time lifting her glass to her lips and sitting back in her chair.

"Nobody faults you for being concerned, oppa. But you need to be more considerate of the reason she has come to me in the first place."

Yoongi must open his mouth to speak once more because Ryujin lifts her hand to stop him before she continues.

"Yes, I know that you are concerned for her safety, especially in the wake of some mysterious man from her past showing up out of nowhere. But she was already planning on leaving for mental health reasons. So maybe storming in with chopsticks blazing is not the wisest way to reunite with someone who is already shell-shocked from all the other bullshit she has had to witness."

"Some of the bullshit was at the hands of your people," Namjoon interjects.

Ryujin levels her gaze on him. "The most heinous bullshit, I would imagine. And as you can see, Hyungseo is not present. I am dealing with her, and Seokjin, Yoongi, and I have already discussed ways I can help with harm reduction."

Your gaze moves to the right, to Jimin, and you are surprised to find he is already looking at you. You smile, unable to stop the tears that form from how relieved you are that he is alright.

"I know that trust has been tarnished between our families, and that myself and my girls have taken things too far," Ryujin admits. "I sent my people out to scare you, and they did so much more than that. I will never stop feeling sorry for what has happened. Not a night has gone by that I have not been filled with regret over someone so precious to all of us becoming seriously injured."

Ryujin lifts an arm, reaches over Hwasa, and holds out her hand to Jimin. He takes it without hesitation.

"He could have died," Jeongguk says, brows knit in a frown.

Ryujin sighs. "I know this, Ggukie. And I am so, so sorry. I am determined to quash any bad blood and begin earning your respect. Tomorrow we leave for Busan. Once we are all back home, Serendipity will be opened for a night of drinking, drugs…whatever you heathens do."

To your surprise, many of the men snicker, amused.

"Seokjin and Hoseok already have a security team on standby so that you are not only relying on my people to keep you safe," Ryujin continues. "The era of family feuding is over. I am happy with my little piece of the peninsula, and I want drug operations to continue in a way that is lucrative for both of us. We will remain your first line of defense in the harbor, and in return, all that I ask is that we get free reign in Seoul to come and go."

Yoongi clears his throat. "If Sunmi-noona will accept the offer, she can be your liaison in the city once more."

At this, a mischievous smirk tugs on Ryujin's lips. She gives Jimin's hand a squeeze before releasing it, then raises both elbows to the table to cradle her chin in her hands. "Tell me, oppa. Why does Sunmi-unnie spit at my feet whenever I mention your name?"

Yoongi says nothing.

Rather than press him, she winks, then reaches for a large metal spoon and begins to fill her dish. Everyone hesitates, and it is Jeongguk who breaks the tension and follows suit, scooping food onto Taehyung's plate and causing the others to act in kind. You sit still, unsure whether you have an appetite.

"Darling?" Yoongi asks at the same time two fingers gently caress the back of your arm.

Your evening gown is a form-hugging halter top with a low back, leaving your skin open to soft, delicate assaults like the ones Yoongi likes to conduct in gentle motions. You flinch but try not to pull your arm away, worried about hurting his feelings.

Yoongi chuckles softly. "Are you not hungry?"

You shake your head but mutter, "I don't know."

"Should I have sat elsewhere?" he asks. He shifts as if he is looking over and around you, and you imagine he is speaking nonverbally to Namjoon.

The room is too bright, the food and cologne smells are too numerous, and the sounds of voices and silverware and porcelain are too loud. You raise your shoulders to your ears, then turn toward Yoongi, still unable to meet his eye as you ask, "Can we talk somewhere else?"

Yoongi stands, says, "Excuse us for just a moment," and waits for you.

As you stand, you catch Ryujin's eye. She appears concerned and places her palms on the table as if ready to stand and defend you.

You nod and say, "We'll be right back," and watch as she relaxes.

A warm palm presses against your lower back, and Yoongi guides you toward the door, out into a small hallway, and to the left. The restaurant's main dining hall is to the right, and you are thankful to walk in the opposite direction, not sure whether you can handle another person's eyes on you.

Yoongi walks into an empty private dining room, switches on the light, and holds out his arm for you to enter. As you step inside, you hear him conversing softly with who you assume to be an employee, and then he joins you, closing the door behind him.

As you stand and face the large, empty dining room, you expect Yoongi to touch you or prod you into speaking. Perhaps you expect him to beg you to return home. Instead, he seems to be waiting.

After only a handful of seconds, you decide you cannot take it anymore. Every ounce of you yearns for Yoongi, and knowing he is so close and being so patient has you reeling. You turn and quickly step toward him, reaching for his lapels and burying your face against his chest. He smells like home, and as he wraps his arms around you, warmth fills your chest, and you begin to cry.

"I'm sorry," you say. "I'm sorry I had to leave. I miss you, Yoongi, but I can't stand being there. I can't do it."

"Shh," Yoongi whispers, lips pressing to your temple, causing you to cry harder. It has only been a week, and yet you feel as if you have been away from him for so long.

"I'm sorry we keep creating distance. I don't know how to make it work out. I'm so scared, Yoongi." You are fumbling, mouth on autopilot, dredging up each time you and Yoongi were apart, feeling somehow responsible for everything despite knowing you have always only done your best.

"Yesterday was a mistake," Yoongi says, peppering kisses from the crown of your hair to your cheek and back up. "I was terrified and not in my right mind. You left in a frenzy, and then there was that letter, and it all been very confusing—"

You sniffle loudly, letting out a sound that halfway sounds like a laugh. "Oh my god, the letter. I'm so sorry."

Yoongi chuckles, gently grabs your shoulders, and pries you away from his chest. You allow him to move you, and you stand straight but keep your eyes on his black satin shirt. You do not want to see his scar or the pretty way in which his eyes downturn when he is sad.

His voice is soft and conspiratorial as he says, "I almost killed Seokjin after I found it."

With wide, surprised eyes, you look up, unable to hold back any longer. Yoongi's smile is loving and big, and his eyes sparkle with happiness, making your stomach roil with uncertainty. His scar is still so red against his soft skin, but it adds so much to his allure and beauty.

"I was under the impression you were running away with Barom, what with the timing of it all. You packed a bag, left behind all of our gifts, and disappeared into the night the moment he arrived."

Despite Yoongi's high spirits, you shake your head somewhat desperately. "I wrote it earlier that day, thinking I might run away a night or two later. I was scared that if I said goodbye, I wouldn't be able to leave." Tears build once more, and your body goes limp, hanging against the weight of Yoongi's hands. "Yoongi, I'm so—"

"Alright, no more sorries," Yoongi says, pressing against your shoulders enough to signal that he would like you to stand up and get your shit together. "Seokjin explained your conversations and motives to us already, and I have long since forgiven the both of you. I understand why you felt you had to sneak away. Remember when I went missing in Hong Kong? I was also in the midst of a mental health crisis, darling. I have no hard feelings."

You straighten out and search Yoongi's eyes for any hint of dishonesty, but all you find is a soft, loving gaze looking back at you. With a relieved sigh, you step forward and wrap your arms around him, pressing the side of your cheek against his chest and listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"I love you," you say, feeling the words fill you with warmth.

Yoongi drapes one arm over your shoulders and rests his other hand against the back of your head. "I love you, too," he says. "And if you need time and space, I will give it to you. Despite everything, I trust the girls to take good care of you."

"Is it weird?" you ask, pulling out of the hug and stepping back only far enough to see Yoongi's face. His only response is to raise one eyebrow. "Being around her again, I mean. Was she always so bossy?"

Yoongi chuckles and shakes his head. "I suppose it is a little weird, but we were friends first and foremost, and being friendly with her again feels easy. She has not always been that bossy, per se, but she has always been strong-willed enough to face all seven of us down the way she did tonight."

This makes you laugh, and you lean into Yoongi once more, tilting your head to press your lips to his throat, just under his chin.

"Thank you," you say. Yoongi hums, and you add, "For giving me time and space. For being understanding. That night was a fucking mess, and I have been really scared for what the aftermath may look like."

"No hard feelings," Yoongi repeats. "As long as you are happy."

All at once, you are flooded with myriad thoughts. Are you happy? This last week, while being more or less calm on your nerves, has also been lonely and strange. Would you feel better if you cut your losses and went back home to your men, where everything felt familiar again? Could you cycle through medications until finding the magical cocktail that would allow you to be whole again?

No, you think. Probably not.

"Are you sure?" you ask, voice soft and uncertain. "I don't know how long I might need. I can't promise—"

Yoongi kisses your forehead, pressing his lips slowly as he hums. He says, "I'm sure. We can figure it out one day at a time."

With everything out in the open, your stomach pangs with hunger. You smile and ask, "Can we go eat now?" and you are delighted when Yoongi smiles with relief and says, "Yes, of course."

With his thumbs, Yoongi rubs below your eyes. His hands linger on your cheeks, and you expect him to lean forward and kiss you, but he drops his hands a beat later, then grabs onto one of yours and asks, "Shall we?"

Yoongi leads the two of you back to the dining room, and as you enter, you are pleased to find the entire table has erupted into pleasant conversation. Jeongguk's arm is draped over Ryujin's chair while Hwasa emphatically tells them a story, and Jimin is leaning close, listening with his chin propped onto his hands.

Taehyung is explaining something while glancing between Namjoon, Seokjin, and Hoseok, and as you and Yoongi round the table and return, nobody acknowledges the two of you until you take a seat and Namjoon—eyes still on Taehyung—gently places a hand on your knee.

It is only when you begin to reach for half-empty bowls of food that Namjoon takes your plate in his hand that you realize how long it has been since the two of you have spoken. You are once again overwhelmed with emotion and fight the urge to say sorry a hundred more times.

Instead, he points with a large metal spoon and says, "Both of these dishes have a tangy garlic sauce, but this one is a bit more spicy."

"I'd like to try both," you say, watching as Namjoon spoons a heap of chicken with vegetables onto your dish, followed by a heap of tofu and peanuts with vegetables in a slightly redder sauce full of chopped red peppers.

As Namjoon sets your plate in front of you, you reach with your long metal chopsticks with the intent to gather some noodles from a dish that is across from Yoongi, out of Namjoon's reach. However, Yoongi takes the dish and begins to scoop some onto a smaller plate for you, and you sit back with a smile and wait for him to finish.

"Still having those dreams?" Namjoon asks.

You know in an instant that he is referring to the dream that you wrote about in your letter, and you feel silly as you bite your bottom lip and nod.

"That has to be really stressful," he says, reaching for a pitcher of water to fill his empty glass.

You smile sadly, imagining his white shirt filling with blood. It is stressful, but— "On the plus side, I get to see you."

As you lift your gaze to meet Namjoon's, his furrowed brow and wilted frown gently lift, not quite into a smile, but at least something a bit more relaxed.

"Hi," you say softly, taking in Namjoon's familiar, beautiful face.

His smile widens, creasing his cheeks with dimples. He mutters, "Hey, you," and the soft, dulcet tone of his voice fills your chest with warmth.

You open your mouth to tell him that you love him. That you miss him. That you're sorry for leaving. So, so sorry.

But Ryujin loudly asks, "Caviar?" pulling the attention of everyone at the table.

Behind her, waitstaff hold new plates, and everyone nods in agreement before continuing their conversations. And although you could pour your heart out now, Hoseok steals Namjoon's attention away, and you decide the moment has passed.

Food and drink continue to appear in waves, and suddenly, you are tipsy and full and tired. Namjoon stands to walk around the table and have a quiet conversation with Ryujin, and Jimin seizes the opportunity to steal his seat. He and Jeongguk discuss business operations at Paradise while you rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes listening to the sound of his voice. He is alive. He is awake.

He speaks slower, and there is a rough quality to his voice that was not present before. It seems to take him more time to process what is said to him, and he reacts as if on a delay. But he is here and alive and awake.

Only when more kaoliang is poured, and Ryujin raises a toast do you sit up and take your cup. You barely hear what she shouts, booze and excitement slurring her speech, but you make out the words together, family, and happy, and you tap your small glass against as many as you can reach before shooting the strong liquid down.

A large, warm hand rests on your right knee, and as you set down your empty glass, you turn to find Yoongi watching you, glassy-eyed with a smile on his lips. You attempt to smile back but instead, swallow thickly and search for something to say. Luckily, he speaks first.

“Do you have any idea how difficult it has been without you at home?” Yoongi’s gaze becomes pained but remains soft, tugging at your heart.

And although the sentiment is sweet, you are unable to ignore the impossibility of his question. In fact, for some inexplicable reason—you suppose you must blame the alcohol—you become somewhat annoyed.

You ask, “How could I possibly know that? And anyway, don't you have your hands full as it is?”

Across the table, Jeongguk snickers. It takes Yoongi a second to react, and you are glad when the corners of his lips raise into another smile, even if just for a second.

“Being around those girls has made you sassier than you were before, darling,” he mutters under his breath.

You roll your eyes. “It has only been a week, darling.”

Leaning close, elbows on the table, Yoongi lowers his voice and says, “It only took me about a week to begin wearing you down.”

Arousal stirs from the tone of his voice, but so does your stomach. Being kidnapped and worn down is not exactly a topic that you delight in discussing. You must not show your dissatisfaction, however, because Yoongi leans in close and presses a soft, warm kiss against your cheek.

As the raucous dinner comes to an end and you begin to wish everyone a safe trip home, Jeongguk finally approaches. You have been holding back the urge to kick him in the shin all night, feeling somewhat scorned by his lack of attention.

"So you're going to stay with the girls?" he asks, standing close enough to wrap you in an embrace but keeping his arms to his sides.

You nod and find it hard to hold his eye contact, looking down at his satin-clad shoulder instead. Jeongguk lifts a hand and delicately places two fingers under your chin, tilting your head until you look him in the eyes. The contact of his skin against yours sends an electric current through you, and you shiver.

"Call me if you need anything. I can be to Busan in a matter of hours."

Sheepishly, you glance down again and mutter, "I don't have anyone's number anymore."

Jeongguk drops his hand, turns to the left, and says, "Seokjin-hyung! What the fuck, man?"

Arguing ensues, but you are too distracted by Namjoon wrapping his arms around your side and pressing his lips to your neck. Suddenly, your bones are jelly, and you stumble to the right, leaning your weight against his embrace. Yoongi joins, taking your chin in his hand in a similar fashion to Jeongguk, and tilting your lips against his.

"We'll be ready whenever you are," Namjoon insists, lips grazing over your skin. "Whatever you need…please don't shut us out."

Somewhere behind Namjoon, Seokjin shouts, "Yah! I'll upload everyone to her contact list. Quit fussing!"

"Okay," you mutter while smiling against Yoongi's retreating mouth, unable to find anything more substantial to say despite it all lying in wait at the tip of your tongue all night.

"We miss you," Yoongi says, pressing another kiss against your temple. "But we can wait if that is what you need."

Tears well and you fight the urge to sob. Not here, you tell yourself. Not now. You have already cried so much.

You hug everyone, even Seokjin and Hoseok. Jeongguk attempts to play it cool, but he stares at your lips the entire time, and you practically beg him to kiss you before ultimately letting him walk away. Jimin litters your cheeks and temples with loud, wet smooches, causing you to giggle and shriek.

Taehyung asks about your medication, making your heart ache from his kindness. You briefly inform him that you have been having no dizzy spells, and he promises to send you more medication as soon as you are in Busan.

Finally, Namjoon and Yoongi pull you into another three-way hug and take turns kissing your lips, cheeks, and forehead. They mutter soft, sweet phrases that you only make out the tones of, feeling the whooshing of your pulse as you begin to question whether you are making a huge mistake and should just grab your shit and go home.

And then, all waving and clambering out the door haphazardly, they are gone, and the room is quiet.

You sigh and glance around at the dregs of food and alcohol, feeling simultaneously full and empty in more ways than one. Tears fill the edges of your eyes, and you do your best not to blink, worried that any movement will cause them to spill.

Ryujin sighs loudly. "Alright, well, this was fun and all, but I want to get fucking laid. You girls down for a night on the town?"

You glance down at your outfit, ready to complain, only you look good enough to go to a nightclub and find you have nothing to say to the contrary. You even wear a pair of cozy black ballet slippers, which you slid on while feeling unsure whether you could handle so many tumultuous emotions while wearing heels, and for that, you are grateful.

"Sure," you utter while turning to Hwasa, who has a drunk but devious grin tugging on her lips. Her smile widens and she claps excitedly.

The drive to the nightclub is long, and you are exhausted by the time you arrive, having been fading in and out of a stupor. You feel more drunk than you had earlier, and you are tempted to suggest taking a cab back to the hideout alone. Of course, that would never fly. You can already hear Ryujin singing buddy system in your head.

Hwasa eagerly pulls you from the back of the car and chuckles as she rubs her fingertips along the edge of your hairline and says, "Poor sleeping beauty. We'll get you something that will wake you up, okay?"

You respond with a halfhearted smile and nod, and she takes your hand in hers and yanks you to the door, not bothering to stop for the security guard who, to your surprise, makes no move to stop you either. Inside, loud bass-heavy club music plays, and you are led through a series of hallways until you enter a large room full of the rest of Ryujin's girls and a group of men.

The room is dark and somewhat hazy, lit by strips of purple lights along the ceiling and floor. Short two or three-person sofas line the mirrored walls and are dispersed throughout the space, most of which are occupied. On tables set beside each sofa are bottles of champagne and piles of cocaine, with glasses large and small scattered throughout and topped with small lamps that emit very little light.

Ryujin approaches a man sitting amidst the chaos by himself, sitting hunched over with his elbows on his knees, thumbing through his cell phone. You are curious whether these men are people she knows, and you watch to see how familiar she is with the lone man, but Hwasa steps in your line of vision and takes your chin in both of her hands.

"Coke?" she asks.

You want to say no, proud of yourself for being off the shit for as long as you have been away from home. But you are certain that without it, you will not survive this night, so you nod and allow yourself to be tugged further into the room, to an unoccupied table.

"Don't worry, this is from our stash," Hwasa says as she picks up a discarded rolled-up 100-dollar Taiwanese bill and tightens it between her finger and thumb. "Moon and Solar were in charge of overseeing the distribution process."

You mutter, "How generous," doing your best to smile, and watch as Hwasa snorts a small pile into one nostril and then the other. When she hands the bill to you, you take in a deep, slow breath, and let it out, then lean forward to snort from the edge of the pile first into your left nostril and then your right.

As you let the bill fall to the table and tip your head back, sniffing in again on each side, you ask, "Does Ryujin know these men?"

"Mmhmm," Hwasa hums as she fills two glasses with champagne and hands one to you. "A few of these guys worked at Paradise while I was there, and some of them are from Serendipity. Maybe you know them."

"Oh," you say, pulling the glass to your lips but stopping to ask, "How did they end up here?"

Hwasa purses her lips and tilts her head, making a show of how hard she is trying to conjure the answer to your question. Then her eyes widen and she says, "Oh! Some guy started to come around to Serendipity and just sort of gathered the rest of these guys up as, like, a posse. I don't really know what they do, to be honest, but they always dress up in matching suits and cover their faces, which is creepy as hell."

Your stomach tenses, and you feel too anxious to turn your head to the left and figure out who Ryujin is talking to. Although you know that there is absolutely no way in hell it is Christian, something about the description of the men reminds you of his men, and you begin to wonder whether there really was credence to Yoongi's worry surrounding the possibility of Christian being on this island.

"What's his name?" you ask, voice barely loud enough to be heard over the music.

"Hmm?" Hwasa asks into her champagne glass as she leans closer.

You begin to glance over to where Ryujin and the man are, but your heart pounds so hard, you worry you might be sick if you see him.

"The man who gathered all the guys, from Serendipity, " you say, leaning closer.

"What's his name?"

"Oh," Hwasa says, taking a slow slip of her champagne while her wide, dark eyes stare past you. She blinks owlishly, then pulls the glass from her lips and says, "He has a nickname…Insanity? Something like that."

Unable to stop yourself, your head flies to the left, searching the features of the man whose lap Ryujin has claimed with her legs. His nose is sharp and somewhat hooked, and it is not a familiar shape. Worried, you glance around the room, but there is no sign of Christian, as far as you can tell.

"Something the matter?" Hwasa asks, touching fingertips to your arm and making you nearly drop your glass of champagne.

You must look frantic when you turn back to her, based on the fear that pulls at her pretty features. You blink and wet your lips, shaking your head. Unconvincingly, judging by the way her brows knit and she continues to stare at you.

"I just..." you swallow thickly and glance around the room once more, slowly scanning every face you can see. "I just thought he sounded familiar."

Hwasa makes a small sound, and you scan several more faces before returning your gaze to her and asking, "Huh?"

"It's just," she says, uncertain, "well, I heard he was previously working on Jeongguk's team, back when he was a drug runner. So…maybe he is familiar?"

Something is not adding up. Although Seokjin mentioned that he has kept Christian around to do whatever he pleases, it seems odd that he would be known to these women as someone who was once part of Jeongguk's team. As you recall from the day you were taken to the mansion, he did not seem to perform his drug-running duties to Yoongi's liking. Did Seokjin keep him on Jeongguk's team even after that day? Could he have had something to do with the group of men Jeongguk massacred with kunai knives for fucking him over?

You stare at your glass of champagne trying to make all the pieces fit, but it feels like you are missing a huge chunk of information.

Hands touch your shoulders, causing you to jump. You mutter, "Shit," under your breath at the same time Ryujin's high, somewhat mocking laughter fills your left ear.

"So sorry to scare you, pretty darling," she slurs, sounding quite inebriated.

"Don't worry about it," you say, attempting to loosen your posture. Ryujin's hands remain on your shoulders and you do not want her to feel how tense you are. But then she squeezes your shoulders and you close your eyes, this time succeeding in relaxing.

"How do you feel after such an emotional dinner?"

"Good," you respond while her thumbs circle over your muscles. You wonder whether she is the reason Hwasa always gives massages. Or perhaps it is the other way around. "And, I don't know. I guess also conflicted. Homesick."

Ryujin's hands fall away and she rests her chin on your left shoulder, loosely wrapping her arms around yours and pinning yours to your sides. Hwasa busies herself pouring a third glass of champagne.

"You really like them, hmm?" Ryujin asks.

"Yeah," you say, possibly too quiet for how loud the music in this room is. "Most of them, anyway."

The last part is a joke. You like Seokjin and Hoseok just fine, but you are certainly not as close to them as you are to the others. Taehyung, too, for that matter, although he has had the pleasure of watching his boyfriend rail you, which has formed its own kind of bond between the two of you.

"What is your relationship with the guys?" she asks.

Hwasa hands her a glass, and she releases her hold on you and takes it, muttering a soft, "Thank you."

You turn to face Ryujin. Although you still hesitate to become too close to her, you do feel comfortable in her presence, all things considered. If Yoongi is willing to trust her again, then perhaps you should be, too.

"Yoongi, Namjoon, and I are a thing." After a pause, you add, "And…sort of Jeongguk."

Ryujin's mouth falls open and she gasps. "I need to know more!"

You feel your cheeks become hot, and you pick up your glass of champagne, which Hwasa has filled. But rather than explain, you ask something that has been on your mind for a while.

"Before, when you and Yoongi were together, was Namjoon…" Unsure how to finish the sentence, you trail off. Luckily, Ryujin knows just what you mean.

She nods. "Yes. Romantically, those two have always been the closest. Namjoon and I were never super physical. We were just very, very comfortable around one another because of Yoongi."

Interesting. You suppose this makes sense, remembering a conversation between you and Jimin a while back when he told you about how marrying Ryujin was a means to an end more than anything else.

"Yoongi and I were meant to bring two families together. And, don't get me wrong, we were physically and emotionally attracted to one another. But we also had more fulfilling relationships on the side. For Yoongi, it was Namjoon."

"And for you?" you ask before you can stop yourself.

Ryujin smiles wide, but then it falls to a frown. She shakes her head. "Doesn't matter. Nobody you know."

You nod and accept her answer. You suppose that perhaps the two of you are not that close, yet. In tandem, you and Ryujin raise your glasses to drink. But then she yells, "Oh!" and you startle enough to nearly spill your champagne onto yourself. "Jeongguk, though! What happened with him?"

You tip your head back and chug the rest of your bubbly. It is truly miserable to drink quickly, and you instantly regret your decision, feeling the carbonation sloshing around in your guts.

"We, uh…" you begin, feeling shy. Why do you feel shy?

"You should see those two," Hwasa interjects, causing your face to heat even more. "They bicker like children but then circle one another like feral animals. I can only imagine their chemistry behind closed doors."

Affronted, your mouth falls wide. "We what? No we do not!"

Hwasa nods, grinning. "Yes, you do! I thought the two of you were fucking for sure when I first started working for Jimin. I was shocked to learn Jeongguk was with Taehyung and you were with Yoongi."

"And Namjoon," Ryujin supplies.

Hwasa's grin widens.

You raise your hands to your face as if to hide. This day has been exhausting, and these two are giggling at your expense like a couple of school girls.

"Oh, stop," Hwasa says as one of your hands is tugged down from your face. You open just the one eye, keeping the other closed tight behind your palm. "Everyone wants a piece of your ass. Don't be shy about it! Embrace it."

With a sigh, you shake your head. "Not everyone," you groan, feeling defensive.

"Everyone with eyes," Ryujin says, waggling her eyebrows while Hwasa makes kissy noises. "I would shoot my shot if you weren't already so taken."

Hwasa nods and says, "Me too!"

Suddenly, it is too warm and too loud in here. "I need a stronger drink!" you declare, making both women laugh.

You take a step back and turn, moving in autopilot toward the door before realizing you have no idea where you are nor where a bar in this building is.

Ryujin takes your right hand and yanks you gently back, sing-songing, "Ah, ah, ah, not by yourself."

"Alright," you concede, interlocking your fingers with hers. As you begin to walk toward the exit, your left hand is engulfed and you glance to find Hwasa is coming along.

You exit the mirrored room and turn right, taking a dark hallway about halfway and then turning right once more, through a thick black curtain that is guarded by two men on the other side. There is a bar directly to the right, and Ryujin tugs you to the counter and orders a bottle of whiskey that you do not catch the name of.

With a nod, the bartender grabs an unopened bottle from a high shelf and then delicately stacks three medium-sized glasses. Hwasa takes the glasses, Ryujin takes the whiskey, and your hands remain held by both of theirs.

Back in the mirrored room, you return to the table off to the right, toward the back. The girls release your hands to pour three drinks, and you fidget by pinching the satin of your skirt between your thumbs and knuckles, suddenly feeling antsy.

"Cheers," Ryujin declares as she slides a drink in front of you. You take it, hold it up, and tap it against their glasses, then pull it to your lips and smell the strong, bittersweet liquid before taking a sip.

The potent, boozy caramel flavor that you have come to expect is accented by a hint of something earthy, possibly wood. You take a bigger drink, hold it on your tongue, allowing your taste buds to open and fully experience the onslaught as they adjust, and then you swallow it down.

"Tomorrow, we return to Busan," Ryujin says for the second time tonight as the whiskey flows down into your chest, filling you with warmth. You look forward to being at a proper home rather than on some random floor in a balmy, empty building.

"I'm looking forward to seeing your home," you say, sounding far more meek than you intend to.

"I'm looking forward to hosting you."

Hwasa leans her elbows on the table and says, "You finally get to have your own room. That is, of course, unless you want to stay with me."

The playful smile on Hwasa's face, paired with her tired and intoxicated bloodshot eyes is almost enough to make you melt. Almost enough to make you follow her into any room she wants to lead you into.

When you shrug and say, "Honestly, I may be too lonely to sleep alone," you are being brutally honest, and not all all flirtatious.

"I can even decorate it like your room in the mansion," Ryujin says. "Is it still yellow?"

Her words halt your movement of lifting your glass back to your lips. "How did you know that?"

Ryujin rolls her eyes and says, "Please, nothing about that man has changed, down to the way he likes to outfit you. It's exactly as it was seven years ago."

Bile swirls around in your tummy, and you set the glass down on the mirrored table with a clank that is louder than you intend. Could that be true? Is Yoongi really outfitting you in the same fashion he was outfitting her all those years ago.

Hwasa clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth and swats at Ryujin's arm, muttering, "Mother, don't say things like that to her," under her breath.

You shake your head, determined to not show how strange the information makes you feel. But Ryujin turns, pouts dramatically, and wraps her arms around you.

"Oh, sweetie, I don't mean to suggest he was trying to turn you into a second me. He just seems to have the same tastes and fashion sense, is all. Trust me, he loves you way more than he could ever love me. I can tell."

You have no idea whether Ryujin is being truthful or trying to make you feel better, but you decide that either way, you see no use in dwelling on it. You are going to be living under her roof for the foreseeable future, and becoming upset whenever she says something a little too blunt, snippy, or insensitive is not going to get you anywhere.

With a nod, you say, "I know. Don't worry." But it only makes her squeeze you tighter.

"Just look at his bullshit excuse for taking you home with him," she says. "Collateral, my ass."

What an odd statement. You ask, "What do you mean?" But what you really mean to say is what do you know?

"The man takes you as so-called payment from your ex but then spends millions of dollars on a wardrobe, an armored vehicle, the most lavish birthday party in all of Seoul. Make it fucking make sense!"

Ryujin releases the hug, and as soon as you are free, you slam back your whiskey and pick up the 100-dollar bill, squeezing it tighter into a tube. Ryujin whoops and claps as you lean close and snort from the edge of the cocaine pile into your left nostril and then your right.

"Mommy needs some, too," she says as she takes the bill from your hand and leans forward.

You tip your head back and raise a knuckle to each nostril, sniffing deeply to make sure none of the drug is stuck inside your nose cavity, then you stand up straight, stretching your back by pushing forward your chest, and reach for the bottle of whiskey.

"Partying so hard without me?" a male voice asks from behind you, and you nearly drop the bottle.

The tone, the accent, and the cadence all confirm your fears are true.

"Christian?" you mutter as you spin, and you almost do not believe your eyes.

From the expression he wears and the way his gaze falls to the floor, eyes widening as they lift to your face, you wager he also cannot believe his.

Christian steps forward and you take a step back, elbow hitting the table and causing you to grip tighter to the bottle of whiskey.

"Barom-oppa!" Ryujin shouts as she pounces on Christian, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Hey there, dearie," he says, lifting his arms to return the hug, never taking his eyes off you.

Christian looks somewhat normal compared to the last time you saw him, with a white and red floral button-up tucked into black slacks, and a black leather blazer. His hair has some product in it to give it a slightly messy style, falling in front of his eyes, and he wears minimal makeup.

But there is a darkness to him. Smudges around the eyes rather than clean lines, tattoos on his throat and neck. On his left hand, he wears a black leather driving glove, and across his nose is a red scuff, as if he has been punched. Under the rich musk that fills the air around him, you sense the stale smell of cigarette smoke, and he has silver hoops in his ears and one in his left nostril.

A lot has changed about Christian in the months since you have known him.

Ryujin releases their hug and takes a step back, causing Christian to look down at himself and rub his hands down the front of his jacket as if her tiny body could have somehow managed to do anything to the leather. Then he stands up straight and shakes his head to the side just enough for his hair to move out from in front of his eyes, and you realize that his left eye is completely white. Is it…missing?

"Oh my god, your eye!" you shout, lunging forward before you can stop yourself and raising your left hand toward his face while your right hand nearly drops the whiskey bottle once more.

Christian takes your wrist in his gloved hand and holds firmly onto you, and your entire body flushes hot with nerves as you realize the mistake you have made. The way his gaze holds onto you, even with only one dark iris and pupil, is piercing and intense, and you attempt futility to pull your hand away.

"Funny story how I lost that," he says, expression pulling into a strange, sad grin. He leans close, nicotine on his breath as he says, "I'll have to tell you some time."

You pull on your arm, desperate to release it, but his grip is far stronger than you remember. Should you be afraid of this man?

"Christian," you begin, glancing from your hand to his face.

"Perhaps over drinks, some time," he continues. "Just the two of us."

You nod, willing to lie to him if it means letting you go. Panic rises as you continue to take stock of how different he is from the man you used to know.

Ryujin takes the whiskey from your hand, sets it on the table, and then grabs his hand in both of hers as she says, "Alright, that is enough of that. I need you two to play nice."

The room returns to view, and you remember why you are here and who you are with. You realize belatedly that these two not only know each other but that they are friendly with one another.

"Wait," you say, turning to Ryujin, "you told Yoongi—"

"Look, I lied to him," she says, cutting you off.

Your mouth falls open and your pulse whooshes in your ears. "You…but…" Could she possibly know what she has done by bringing the two of you together? "Why?"

Ryujin chuckles and steps close to Christian, placing her dainty, manicured hands over his chest. "Oppa is harmless. You know that! And Yoongi…well, he's paranoid. Trust me, darling. Nothing bad will happen to you."

You are not so sure you are convinced, but you know that freaking out will do nobody any good. Especially when you are so far away from home. You are not eager to show any more weakness to any of these people. Especially the one they call Mister Insanity.

Someone shouts for Christian, using the name Barom, and you turn quickly back to the table. Your glass contains more whiskey, courtesy of one of the women, you assume, and you pick up the glass with shaking hands and slam it down, then reach for the bottle again.

Intoxication roils through you in hot waves, and you squeeze your eyes closed to take a deep breath in and out before shooting more whiskey. A small hand touches your lower back, and you wish you were curled up in a bed all by yourself, far away from these people and this music. You are tired of being touched.

"I know it's weird to see an ex," Ryujin says. "Sorry for surprising you like this. He told me he wouldn't be around tonight."

"How did he lose his eye?" you ask, focused on the wrong thing as you turn to face Ryujin. You tremble so hard that your teeth clatter.

Her smile falls to a frown and she shakes her head. "That isn't my story to tell."

You nod, accepting her answer, and turn to Hwasa, who watches you with a concerned expression. You mouth the word, "Bathroom?" and she nods and rounds the table, taking you by the arm.

"Down the hall to the left," Ryujin says.

As you walk through the room, you squint, attempting to ignore all the movement in the mirrors in your periphery. It's too much. Everything is too much.

The darkness of the hallway is a blessing and a curse, relieving you from the chaos of the private room while introducing challenges of its own; it is almost too dark and somewhat claustrophobic.

You stumble and Hwasa's hold on you tightens. She picks up the pace and leads you straight into a single-stall bathroom, then turns on a light that is thankfully relatively dim. The moment she closes and locks the door, you stumble forward, fall to your knees on the rough tile before the toilet, and vomit the contents of your stomach.

Your mind races with myriad thoughts, but one is the loudest of them all: What the fuck is Christian doing here?

Oh, oh, I broke down all my doors Oh, do you see it now? Nothing was fixed at all

I never asked to be like this

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dollfaceksj · 1 year ago

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my cal 17 prediction : after the question yoongi will be like ???? and confusion + miscommunication = long awaited kiss <3 but i think im choosing to be delusional

hm… short update but some important info!!

can’t afford love | myg (m) #17

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WHAT DO YOU DO?

“Is Yuna the person you slept with?” — 83,4%

SAY NOTHING — 16,6%

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you chose:

“Is Yuna the person you slept with?”

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“is yuna the person you slept with?”

the question catches him off guard, that much you can tell

he glances over his shoulder at you, dropping the shirt he was folding

“what?”

ouuu

the ‘what?’ sounded

hmm..

confused? annoyed? weirded out? you’re not sure

you fight the urge to roll your eyes. you know he heard you

“did you sleep with yuna?” you ask, sliding your jacket back onto your arms

he blinks a few times

drags his gaze down your body and back up to your face

“and why does that matter?”

ah..

dodging the question?

“it doesn’t. can’t a gal be curious?”

he shrugs. “you worded it weirdly.”

girl what😭

he’s so infuriating

you frown in annoyance. “what do you mean?”

he shrugs again. so fucking nonchalant. “you just worded it weirdly.”

you fight the urge to groan loudly. “when you asked me if i’d been with anyone, i said no. i asked you the same and you didn’t answer. clearly that means you have. i was wondering if the person in question was yuna.”

he stares at you for a moment longer before chuckling and shaking his head

he stares at the wall for a moment, tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek

he raises to his feet

walks up to you

puts his hands on his hips

can he STOP getting into your proximity like this omg..

you fight the urge to reach out and hold his arms

squeeze his biceps

pull him closer

STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

he slightly shakes his head and tilts it to the side whilst he stares you down, his long black hair messy and beautiful. “what makes you think i fucked her?”

you shrug. “she was staring at us the entire time yesterday. figured she must’ve been jealous.”

he tilts his head to the side. “jealous? well, i suppose she was.”

huh??

they did fuck?

“she was?”

damn. u didn’t think he’d confirm it just like that

“hm,” he hums in confirmation. “but probably jealous of me. not you.”

at this, you frown

why would she be jealous of him?

“huh?”

he rolls his eyes as if you should know what you mean

“yuna’s gay, einstein. thought you were really pretty. said i was a bastard for letting you go or something like that.”

oh.

OH.

“oh,” you breathe out

she thought you were pretty?

she was also really pretty.

:))

but

if she didn’t sleep with yoongi

that means there’s still someone else out there who has

“so then,” you start, scratching the back of your head. “you didn’t have sex with her.”

he bitterly chuckles

“no.”

you slowly nod your head

okay

OKAY.

he starts, “but why do you care? i mean–”

you cut him off. “the exact same reason that made you ask me that question in the first place, you dickhead.”

ouuuu

smack cam

like is he serious?

why did HE ask it in the first place!!

he licks his lips. crosses his arms. “i’ll be honest since you can’t be.” he takes a step forward, closing the gap between you two.

his breath fans down on your face

makes you look up at him

your eyes big and doe-like exactly how he likes them.

he says, “i asked because i can’t fucking stand the thought of anyone else touching you. happy?”

there it is

it was pretty obvious to begin with but you’re satisfied to hear it now

“since you wanna be so honest,” you begin, “why don’t you go ahead and tell me who the hell you fucked?”

he squints his eyes at you

drops his eyes down to your lips

then back up to your eyes before he shrugs

“i don’t remember.”

???

does he think he’s being funny

“what?”

“i don’t remember.”

what the fuck??

oh he’s about to piss you off forreal

“what do you mean, you don’t remember?”

he sighs in exasperation. “that i don’t fucking remember who i slept with, y/n. jesus.”

you angrily frown at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “how the hell did that happen?”

his lips twitch and so do his eyebrows

he does this when he’s mad

or annoyed

or both

“you wanna know how that fucking happened?” he doesn’t let you answer as he wraps his hand around your bicep and pushes you flat against the wall

you were already close to the wall but now you’re caged

his body keeping you trapped against the wall

seems like he’s still doubting whether to tell you

seems like its on the tip of his tongue

seems like your eyes simply break his resolve.

“it happened after the divorce was finalized.”

ah fuck

he’s telling you

are you even ready to hear this?

well, you asked for it

“i cried my fucking heart out. what the hell was i supposed to do? the love of my life wanted nothing to do with me anymore. i drank for months. i drank so fucking much that i’d pass out in my own vomit.”

you remember seokjin and jimin talking about how bad yoongi was taking the divorce but so were you

you were in your own world of pain

but the thought of yoongi crying, drinking until he vomits and passes out in his own puke is gut wrenching

you brows furrow together as you stare up at him

his voice sounds so angry yet delicate

like it’ll break any moment

and the look on his face

is heartbreaking

“so, when the boys told me to go out with them for the first time in years, i didn’t decline. i literally don’t even remember that night. woke up in some random lady’s bed. condom still on my dick and i didn’t even fucking cum cause there were no traces anywhere. i left immediately. that what you wanna fucking hear? i don’t know her name or what she looks like. just know that she sort of looked like you.”

wow

okay

silence.

complete

and utter

silence

your nose starts heating up

eyes start tearing

fuck

your bottom lips starts to quiver as you try to swallow your sobs

he lets go of you

and you both just

stare. in silence.

his feline eyes are so intense. it’s like it’s the only thing you can see in this moment

you part your lips to say something

anything

but nothing comes out

and just on cue

there’s a sound ripping through the room

his intense eyes tear away from you when he hears the sound of his babyphone

it’s jun

he sighs and shakes his head

runs his hand through his hair

whilst you stand there trying to process this information, yoongi slides his bathrobe on and leaves to go check on jun

it’s quiet in his room

cold

lonely

you wonder how many times he was in this room and just cried over you

over losing you

but

by the time he comes back to his room

you’re nowhere to be found

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nanawritesit · 1 year ago

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Wonho Boyfriend Headcanons!

a/n: this wasn’t requested but there’s a CRIMINALLY low amount of wonho content so i thought i’d do something since he’s literally my husband 💞 (don’t tell san or yoongi hehe)

He loves to call you bunny 🐰

probably wants you to call him bunny as well, it’s a mutual nickname between the two of you

Holding his hand whenever he has to go somewhere high up since he’s afraid of heights, even though his hand is massive compared to yours (he is baby okay)

gym dates 🏋🏼‍♀️

even if you don’t want to work out he just likes taking you with him :)

he likes that you get to see him in his element, all sweaty and breathing heavily 😳

and you’ll usually ward off all the girls and guys who try to hit on him 😀

he’s the best at opening jars, like he should get an award for it

if you’re having trouble opening something you don’t even have to ask, you’ll just hand it to him and he’ll pop it open like it’s the easiest thing in the world

ramen dates 🍜

or pizza, depending on the day 🍕

although he prefers to make it at home with you and just snuggle up on the couch :)

you guys love cooking together

speaking of which, when you guys are alone at home, he barely wears any clothes 💀

like you sometimes wonder why he has so many shirts when he hardly ever wears them

if it’s fall or winter he’ll usually wear sweatpants around the house but that’s about it

(plus it gives him an excuse to cuddle up to you 💞)

he’s SUCH a cuddle bug

everyone thinks he’s so tough and dominant but i think he’s super soft as a boyfriend

loves it when you trace your finger along his tattoos

he can be pretty protective of you, especially if someone is being rude to you

he’ll straight up be like “hey, don’t talk to my partner like that”

he doesn’t like to act serious bc he thinks his size can be intimidating enough to people, but when it comes to protecting you, he won’t hesitate to scare tf out of someone

does NOT like it when other people hit on you

he’ll just bite the inside of his cheek and tighten his grip on your waist while his eyes are piercing into the other persons’ like daggers

again, he’s only scary when he wants to be

it doesn’t bother you though, you mostly just find him extremely attractive when he gets protective of you 👀

but moving on from that, he has a habit of just randomly picking you up and holding you in his arms no matter where you are

even if you’re around your friends, he’ll just scoop you up out of nowhere, and you’ll continue on with your conversation like nothing is happening

your friends are just like ??? why does he do that ???

and you’re just like idk he likes holding me ig 🤷🏼‍♀️

buying his his favorite milk and a tangerine from the convenience store as a surprise before you visit him at work

although he’s usually the one visiting you at work, mostly bc he doesn’t like to eat alone 🥺

you’ve started just packing both your lunches together since you usually end up sharing them

poor baby gets sick really easily so you usually end up being his nurse 💞

he gets SO whiny and needy when he’s sick too 😭

you just baby tf out of him bc he’s so damn cute

making him soup, putting a wet towel on his forehead, rubbing his tummy, refilling his humidifier, anything he needs

he’d do the same for you if he wasn’t always the one falling ill 🙃

you’ve started forcing him to take vitamin c capsules bc you’re tired of seeing him sick all the time

coffee dates ☕️

LOVES it when you steal his shirts

they’re just so big on you and he thinks you look absolutely adorable in them <3

he never gets upset when you take them, in fact he encourages it

“what’s mine is yours bunny” 🥰

obv he loves it when you get all dressed up for an event, and he’ll drool over the sight of you every time, but his favorite look is just you in casual, lazy clothes

asks you to help him practice his english almost every day

he wants to travel the world with you

buying him metamong plushies whenever you see them

he randomly buys you flowers a lot 💐

likes to send you spicy selfies when he knows you’re busy just to fluster you 😳

stealing his glasses just to mess with him, and as he’s looking for them, you’ll put them on and just sit there like ☺️

he just tackles you and covers your face in kisses bc he can’t stay mad at you

he usually prefers taking showers but he LOVES taking baths with you 💞 if he knows you’re having a stressful day he’ll draw a hot bath for the two of you before you get home with your favorite bubbles and light some candles too :)

also loves it when you touch his butt (you just can’t help yourself sometimes) 💀

you’ve definitely changed his mind about marriage. he never saw himself marrying anyone before he met you, and now he can’t imagine his life without you in it 🥰

#mx wonho #wonho fanfic #wonho fluff #wonho imagine #wonho scenarios #wonho x reader #lee hoseok #lee hoseok x reader

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bangtanhoneys · 3 months ago

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BTS & Grace - 30 Weeks

Someone told her that babies at 30 weeks were the size of a cabbage, and Grace could certainly see that as she turned to the side, bending slightly so the make-up artist could put the finishing touches to her lips. BTS were due to be on stage in 10 minutes to start a long day of interviews, photo opportunities, and conferences. It was going to be a long day for the band that had been practising nonstop for the past few months for what was going to be over a year-long tour.

Grace’s pregnancy was smack bang in the middle, and she would (hopefully) give birth well before Seokjin was due to fly out to America to start the American leg of a long-waited tour. She wouldn’t be joining the guys until a month later, and she wouldn’t fully be back to her idol career for another year. There was no way they were going to let down ARMY, who had been excitedly waiting for this mega-world tour since they all got back together in 2025 once Yoongi’s military career had finished.

And she knew, as much as she wanted to be on stage, there was no chance for her to do so.

Right now, the idol persona had to be locked away, and Grace would have to trust those maternal instincts that had started all the way back in 2011 when a very young Jungkook walked through the door. Now those maternal instincts would be used on her soon-to-be daughter.

Her hand rested on her stomach, and she got a foot in return. The Bangtan Baby was awake and getting comfortable, it seemed. Her daughter was rarely active during the early morning and would spend her time shifting around from afternoon to evening, settling down in the night when Seokjin would spend his time telling his daughter about his day and what her uncles were getting up to, what her big brother was getting up to, and even what Min-Ji had brought in from the garden.

They were all excited for their baby girl’s arrival, counting down the weeks to days, and now that Grace was at the 30 weeks, it meant that action stations and plans were now put into motion in case she went into labour.

Fingers were subtly crossed that today wouldn’t be the day.

The press were also excited. Grace was one of the first, if not only idol, to still be an idol while pregnant and not hide it. She hadn’t left the group; she hadn’t hidden it away; she hadn’t hidden away the father. She had been completely open and transparent with everyone, from her company to her fans to the media.

Many had welcomed the transparency. It had opened the door for many female idols to not feel like they had to hideaway what should be one of the most important journeys they would go on and for companies to be more accepting of their female idols and what they should naturally go through. It also opened the door for Grace to be more open with interviews and to talk more about what life was like behind closed doors, especially now that she was pregnant.

And while many of the press today were here to talk about the big BTS comeback and the big tour, everyone knew the most, if not all, of the questions would be directed to Grace.

Grace took a deep breath and stood from the chair, smoothing down the black dress that had been specially made for her. It was comfortable but formal; the material of the dress weighed down so it wouldn’t blow upwards but was tight enough to show off her 30-week bump. All the boys were dressed in matching black formal shirts and trousers.

After this week, she would have one more appearance, and then she would be done until after giving birth. It would be hard to say goodbye, even if it was only to say ‘see you later.’

“You ready?” Namjoon asked after he handed back the list of people who would be at the conference today.

“No,” she answered truthfully and got a grin in return.

She wasn’t sure if it was nerves or her daughter getting comfortable, but Grace let out a deep breath and tried to relax. It wasn’t like she had done this before.

“What time is lunch?”

Of course Jungkook would be thinking about his stomach, which broke the tension and made everyone laugh.

“I take it you didn’t eat a big enough breakfast,” Yoongi chuckled but rolled his eyes at their maknae’s behaviour.

“I did, but I know noona gets peckish quickly, and I can’t see any snacks on stage either.”

That made Hobi and Jimin coo at the young man, who blushed and shoved at his hyungs shoulders.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.” Seokjin grinned as he opened his blazer to show the inner pockets were stuffed full with snacks for his pregnant partner, who saw one of her favourite yoghurt bars and quickly stole it.

Taehyung snorted and stole a similar bar from another pocket, ignoring the hit to the arm he got in return.

“Right, let’s deal with this conference,” Namjoon clapped as he went into leader mode. “We’ve got a full day, and we know every question is going to be directed at Grace, so let’s deflect as much as we can because this is the last week the world is going to see her apart from two weeks time.”

Grace took another deep breath after finishing her bar and put her hand in the middle of the group, Seokjin’s on top of hers, followed by Jungkook. The rest followed naturally and turned to her as she smiled.

“Bang.”

“Tan!”

#bts 8th member #bts eighth member #bts additional member #bts female member #bangtanbaby #seokjin x oc #bts fanfiction #bts fic

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to you, lil' kookie

Jungkook felt his senior’s arms strongly around his crouched body, his grip tightening with each inhale of breath. Joon always used to speak to him softly, but today he was even more cautious.

“She is not coming back, Kookie. Okay? She won’t come back.”

Salty tears stained Joon’s shirt, but he didn’t mind. His younger brother was hurt in a way he had never been hurt before. Joon would turn back time if he could. He would go back long before Jungkook met you, long before you could break his heart. Unfortunately, though, he couldn’t.

Joon patted his head softly while whispering.

“You are going to be okay, Kookie. You are going to be okay.” Jungkook started sobbing harder, gasping for air as he cried out.

“How? How can I be okay if she doesn’t want me? Tell me how, hyung?”

In the weeks prior his friends tried everything to cheer him up.

Jin took him to a fancy salon to get him a fresh look but all he saw were his sad eyes.

Hobi flew him out to LA to go out dancing with actors and models, but he just stood in the corner watching, too sad to even move.

Jimin tried setting him up with other girls, one more beautiful than the other, but everyone he met reminded him of you.

Yoongi bought every brand of liquor available but even the bitterest taste couldn’t erase the sweetest memory of you.

Taehyung took him out to the peaceful forest to spend some time in solitude, but being alone with his thoughts was even worse.

And Joon? Joon just went straight in – “face your demons and conquer them“, he used to say.

Jungkook stared at the empty, emerald green journal which was gifted to him by his hyung. He scoffed, too annoyed to even try writing about his feelings. How was he even supposed to start? Joon once told him that if love got taken away from us, it’s the small child within us that suffers the most.

“You think you need the other person but what you really need is you.”

Jungkook had no idea where Joon took all his wisdom from. Was he right? Should he give this a try? He clasped his hands above his head, trying to think straight.

“It’s not like there is something else I want to do anyway”, he mustered to himself.

Jungkook opened the black journal and stumbled upon the first page. Joon had left him a little note: “To you, little Kookie.” He smiled wholeheartedly, touched by his friend’s affection for him.

Jungkook scratched the back of his head, unsure how to even begin writing to his younger self. “Don’t overthink it. Just let it flow. This is a safe space for you, Kookie. It needs to be.”

He grabbed a pencil and started writing.

Dear little Kookie,

He scratched what he wrote and shook his head in resistance.

“God, I sound so stupid. Why am I doing this?” He thought back to his conversation with Joon.

“Picture yourself as a little kid if you find it hard to write to yourself. It’s not like you’re writing to a stranger. You are talking to yourself.”

Dear little Kookie,

Not gonna lie – I feel stupid doing this right now. But if we’re being brutally honest right now, I have felt stupid for quite some time now. It didn’t work out with y/n and I feel devastated. I really wanted her. I really wanted her to want me. But I guess I wasn’t her type after all.

So, she broke my heart, blocked my number and left me like I didn’t matter. My friends tried everything to make me feel better, but they failed. Hyung made me write to you, so I guess this is my last hope. I don’t even know what to say though?

Are you as sad as me?

Jungkook stared at the last sentence, hoping for some kind of interaction. He laughed at himself after realizing what he was doing.

“Who am I, Harry Potter?” He chewed on his pencil for a while before continuing writing.

You are as sad as me, huh? Guess we both feel like shit. I tried everything to run away from feeling like that. Didn’t work.

Is this forever? Can we change? Can we heal? Hyung told me about relationships, you know. He is very smart but sometimes he says things that go way over my head. He said that the most important relationship I have is with you, little Kookie. With me, I suppose.

And I neglected you for a while, didn’t I?

Jungkook interrupted his writings to get himself a drink. Facing his pain was harder than he thought. Yoongi’s brown liquor burned in his throat, but he gladly welcomed another kind of pain for once.

I am sorry, little Kookie. I am sorry that you and I have to go through this. And I’m also sorry that we had to face so much pain in the past, too. Dating is hard, don’t you think?

Loving is even harder. I am sorry for all the trouble I put you through. I never really tended to your wounds, did I? Instead, I waited for someone external to mend them for us. Sorry I neglected you all these years.

He took a deep breath before thinking about you.

Little Kookie, I am sorry for how it went down with y/n. I am sorry that I did everything imaginable to convince her I was worthy of her love while you were dying inside from heartbreak. I tried to give her everything until nothing was left of me.

I am sorry I didn’t notice you. I wasn’t there, I was too occupied with her. Y/N neglected me whilst I neglected you. I should have been here with you. I should have held your hand and reassured you. I am sorry I made you question yourself. I should have let her go and focus on you and me. I should have told you how amazing you are. How great you are. And that you are worthy of love, that you deserve to be loved. If she can’t see that, then it’s her loss.

But I didn’t. I was mean to you – and me. I lay there crying every night, wondering why I wasn’t good enough for her. I tortured myself thinking that she would find someone better than me anyway. And then she did.

I should have chosen you, but I chose her instead. And that backfired.

Jungkook sat silently crying in front of his journal. Joon was right – it felt good to get this off his chest, even if the pain was bittersweet.

“You can go on and paint her as the villain or you could use your energy on you, Kookie. Don’t you think you’re finally worth your own attention for once?”

Jungkook let his head fall back in exhaustion, thinking of all the ways he had mistreated himself. He thought back to all those moments in which he behaved like a person without a backbone, or self respect. Like a wolf starved of love he would have taken anything from you, too weak to even realize how poisonous you were.“

“I used to ask her why she didn’t want me. Why didn’t she love me? Why did she only use me? Was that all I was good for? Is this all I’m ever going to be?”

He gulped harder, holding back tears.

“All this time I felt like worthless shit. And so did little Kookie. I tried so hard for her to love me so I could finally feel whole again. I can only imagine how little Kookie must have felt.”

Shame accompanied by disgust clouded his body.

“I have made a complete fool out of myself by begging her to love me. How pathetic is that? I chased someone who didn’t want me. For months I let her play me like a fiddle. Why did I do that? Why did I do that to us?”

Soon, his feelings of self-attack merged into something greater – a hunger for healing.

Little Kookie, I don’t know what the future will hold for us, but I promise you I will be better. And I will make you proud. I won’t rely on someone else to make us feel whole again.

Or loved. I can love you for the both of us. I have no idea how I’m going to do this but I’m sure hyung will help me. Can you forgive me?

He hugged himself tightly, squeezing his arms in response to the sadness he was feeling.

“Hyung was right. Even if it takes time, I will be alright again. Me and little Kookie will be alright this time. We have to be.”

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onemeangreenbean · 11 months ago

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Anything Ch 2

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: violence, gore, murder (maybe), eventual smut, panic attacks, honestly my brain has stopped but promise each chapter with have individual warnings!

WORDCOUNT: 6,717

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Yoongi kept Wynter cornered against the counter, not because he was still interested in intimidating her, but because he was finding it difficult to remove himself from her aura. “Um, if you don’t mind, Yoongi,” she spoke his name carefully, unsure if she was pronouncing it correctly. “ Can you please move? I need to get ready for work.”

He just hummed and reluctantly moved back. Wynter took the opportunity to move around him and into the small bathroom on the other side of the apartment. She took off her pajamas and put her big shower cap on, if she was being honest she had achieved the perfect messy bun, and for a Black girl that was a miracle that must be protected at all cost. It wasn’t a long shower just enough to wash the ache from almost dying from her bones and at least figure out what her next step was going to be.

Wynter would obviously need to redo her protection wards, though with a demon living with her now she wondered if she would need to come up with new ones that allowed him to come and go as he pleased without having to bother her. Fuck! A demon was going to be living with her. In her small ass studio apartment. No more privacy. While she loved her small place, from the front door you could see the whole thing!

Choosing to save that problem for future Wynter to solve, she quickly finished getting done in the bathroom only to realize halfway through her skincare routine she didn’t bring in any clothes. Used to just walking around her apartment naked she didn’t think to grab anything. God, this is embarrassing. Making sure her towel was around her extra tight she opened up the bathroom door letting out a puff of steam. Poking her head out took in her small space noting that Yoongi was nowhere to be found.

Maybe he was just joking when he said he was staying with her? Maybe his version of staying was being some specter that only came when Wynter needed him? Either way she was free to get dressed in peace. She stood in front of her clothing rack after putting on her bra and panties debating if she should wear more layers than normal due to how heavy it was raining.

“Do you always walk around without clothes on with strange men in your home” Yoongi’s voice resounded in the quiet apartment causing Wynter to jump.

She tried to cover up as much of herself as possible by hiding behind the side of her bed. “I thought you were gone!” She hissed.

“I was,” Yoongi suppressed the smirk that was playing on his lips. When he had left to canvas the neighborhood he didn’t expect to come back to Wynter’s nearly naked form, while he wasn’t complaining at all it was just surprising. He enjoyed the way her rich sepia skin looked soft to the touch. Her chest full and the way her hips flared out to her even fuller ass, the lilac lace stretched across it. . He adjusted himself as he sat on a small sofa. “I went to make sure the area was safe and to mark it as taken.”

Wynter yanked open her chest of drawers that she used as a makeshift nightstand and pulled out the first t-shirt and jeans her hands found. “What are you a dog who needs to mark his territory?” She decided that in order to preserve her modesty she would just get dressed on the floor since there was no way she was giving Yoongi a free show.

“It’s not as crude as you’re making it sound,” Yoongi scoffed, “It’s just a way for me to make sure there aren’t any threats and that anyone who comes within a one mile radius of this apartment better have a death wish.” Yoongi had found some low level demons hanging around but they weren’t even worth his energy to try and kill. He should probably set an example out of one just to be on the safe side but from what he could see Wynter’s wards had done a good job of keeping things out.

Popping up fully dressed Wynter went and got her lunch together for work. “Seems like overkill to be frank. I’ve never had a problem before.” She had decided on something light since the June humidity was bound to drain her. A simple salad and some of her homemade sweet tea would have to do.

“You’ve never had a demon at my level before in this area. I’m bound to attract attention. That's why I don’t come up in the first place.” Yoongi mumbled the last part. As good as he was at fighting – and in turn winning – he didn’t like to expend the energy if he could help it. Plus he was now in hiding and he needed to stay that way.

While Wynter wanted to say something smart back she just quirked a brow. Yoongi seemed so full of himself but she did owe him her life – both literally and figuratively – either way she was now running behind. “Besides, someone went through a lot of trouble to try and kill you and it’s worth taking the extra precautions–” Yoongi noticed that Wynter was putting on her orange raincoat and her matching rainboots about to leave. “Where are you going? I wasn’t done speaking.”

“To work.” Grabbing her umbrella Wynter got the door slightly opened before it slammed shut. Trying again this time it only opened a crack before slamming shut. “Is there a reason you’re not letting me leave?” Wynter peered over her shoulder at Yoongi who was still sitting on the couch looking smug that his little containment spell around the apartment was working as planned.

“I wasn’t done speaking.”

“Well, that sucks for you but I need to get to work.” Focusing her energy she found a slight opening in Yoongi’s spell and created a hole big enough for her to open the door and slip out of the apartment. Something that Wynter found surprising considering the “level” that Yoongi claimed he was at, either he must be out of practice or she was just better than he thought. Wynter felt a small sense of pride as she watched the condescending smirk drop from his face as she waved goodbye and started off down the hall.

The small bookshop she worked at was only a 15 minute walk from her apartment, something she usually enjoyed but didn’t realize that monsoon season was going to make a nightmare. While her bubble umbrella protected her for the most part she knew that by the time she made it to the storefront that her pants were going to be absolutely soaked. “What part of I was still speaking to you did you not understand?” Wynter plowed right into Yoongi’s chest as he appeared in front of her.

He reached out to steady her, sparing a fleeting touch on her arms, taking his hands back as quickly as possible. Yoongi wasn’t used to people just walking away from him – ever. The rain seemed to be getting heavier and Wynter seemed to be getting more irritated that he was in her path. “What part of I’m late to work did you not understand?” Moving around him gracefully, Wynter continued on her way, forcing Yoongi to follow her.

“I’ll come with then.”

“Don’t you have better things to do like marking more of your territory?” Wynter couldn’t even bother to hide her eyeroll. “Besides you really shouldn’t come to work with me.” While the bookshop she worked at was pretty normal selling the usual suspects, they also specialized in rare occult writings. She had gotten lucky when she found out that they were hiring, well less hiring more so that she frequented the store so often in search of information that the owner offered her a job.

Yoongi kept up with Wynter’s pace easily, she was considerably shorter than him – two of her strides equated to one of his. They weaved in and out of the other early morning commuters as they continued their conversation. “And why is that?”

“Mostly cause I’m sure my boss won’t appreciate a demon in his store. It would be bad for business,” Wynter hummed. Knowing her boss, he already knew that Yoongi was nearby. “Besides I don’t need an escort to live my damn life.” Stopping to turn and look at Yoongi, Wynter stopped short at the fact that he was completely bone dry. “Why aren’t you wet?”

“What?” Furrowing his brows Yoongi tried to keep up with the abrupt change in topics. “A personal ward. What do you mean your boss wouldn’t want a demon at his shop?”

Wynter hummed in appreciation, she had never thought to use wards on her person. “I mean just that! What warlock do you know wants demons around their business? Also, will you teach me how to do that?”

“ No. You work for a warlock? Are you sure he isn’t the one that tried to kill you? Also if he isn’t wouldn’t he understand you taking some time off?”

Scoffing Wynter turned around, “For your information, he wouldn’t pull anything like that death curse. Also yes, I work for a warlock, a shaman to be more exact. And I only get paid if I actually show up and it’s just the two of us and I won’t leave him without his only employee because I almost died.”

Grabbing Wynter’s arm and yanking her around to face him, Yoongi's eyes darkened. “That’s the point you almost died. You should be dead. While I appreciate your loyalty, the only person you can trust right now is me, no matter how much you don’t seem to like that fact. You summoned me to save you and that’s what I’m doing.”

“No. What you’re doing is protecting your investment.” Wynter matched his piercing gaze. The sound of the rain hitting her umbrella was the only noise between them. His silence response enough. “That’s what I thought. If you’re so worried about it then canvas the fucking area.” Ripping her arm out of his grasp, she stomped off. Who in the hell did he think he was to dictate if she went to work or not? To manhandle her in public? He must have lost his damn mind! Wynter wasn’t stupid, she understood the gravity of the situation and was determined to correct the situation. She fully expected Yoongi to yell after her again, but when he didn’t she figured he got the hint a left.

Mikrokosmos was still dark when Wynter walked up to the front door. Taking out her shop key she tried to push open the door but stopped short. Sighing deeply she braced herself before she rammed into the door with all her weight. Tripping over her own feet as she stumbled into the store. “Fuck!” Wynter rubbed her shoulder as she kicked the door back shut, locking it.

Placing her umbrella in the corner and turning on the lights, Wynter went through with getting the store ready for opening. She counted the drawer, made sure everything was where it was supposed to be, and beefed up the wards protecting the shop. While she had told Yoongi to stay away she wasn’t all that sure he would, which if she was being honest with herself made her feel conflicted. On one hand she was still reeling and coming to terms that she was basically owned by this demon; and on the other she thought it was kind of cute that he seemed so worried.

A loud smack filled the small space as Wynter tried to slap that stupid ass thought from her clearly lonely brain. “Is there a reason you’re slapping yourself this early in the morning?” Wynter turned quickly, knocking a book off the counter.

“Namjoon!” Her boss peeked his head out of his back work room, the soft glow of his lamp making his silver hair look like a small cloud. He adjusted his horn-rimmed glasses as he stood waiting for her answer. “Just trying to wake up. Had a really rough night,” Wynter tried to keep her voice as even as possible. While she was fully intent on asking Namjoon to help her with the whole death curse, demon deal situation she wanted to have a few hours where her life felt semi-together. Plus she knew that if she told Namjoon now that he would shut the store down until he could fix it.

“Is everything okay?” Namjoon brows furrowed in concern as he rounded the counter to come closer to Wynter. “You know you can tell me anything and I’ll do anything in my power to help.”

“I know, Joonie.” She could see the sincerity in his eyes and she could also sense something a little deeper, though she couldn’t put her finger on it. “I promise that if it gets out of my control I will come to you for help.” Wynter put on a fake smile hoping Namjoon was buying the shit she was spewing. She was totally and completely out of her depth and in need of help, but telling him about Yoongi seemed like a bad idea. “Though I will say that we should keep an eye on Jiyeon.”

Wynter watched several emotions flit through Namjoons expression from confusion to worry to curiosity before it settled on a neutral expression. “Why? She’s one of our best customers, besides I thought you two were becoming friends.” Checking his watch he began to turn on the lights in the shop. Following his lead Wynter walked over to the other side and began opening the blinds.

“We were,” she hesitated as she tried to find the right wording. “But she seemed to have other ideas. Either way I am asking you as your friend and your only employee and helper that we just watch her. I have a feeling.” Clasping her hands together she gave him her best puppy dog eyes.

“Okay?” He drew out the syllables slightly confused. “Though I have to ask does whatever happened between you two have to do with you making all these wards extra strong?” Wynter watched him tap the glass and pull his hand back with a small “ow” when he got shocked. “I don’t even think I could get through them and I own the shop.” Namjoon let out a nervous chuckle.

“Um, I just had a weird dream and just wanted to be safe.” Wynter stated as innocently as possible and slid her work apron over her head, making sure to avoid her puff.

Her mentioning a dream seemed to grab Namjoon’s full attention as he turned towards her, “What was your dre–”

“Oh, would you look at that our first patron of the day!” She had never been more excited to hear that damn bell above the door ring.

The day had seemed to move by at a steady pace. Even though it was a rainy and gloomy day the bookshop stayed consistent for the most part; with customers either coming in to look at books or seeking Namjoon for this or that. Wynter was actually surprised they were so busy, and that Namjoon in particular was busy cause it meant she could do some research without his questions.

She scoured the books about death curses and ones that matched her symptoms in between customers but couldn’t find anything. All the passages Wynter read about death curses were surface level and would barely kill a fly if done correctly. Magic for dummies as she liked to call it; a little something to make non witches feel like they’re powerful. Wynter knew what she needed; the books in the back but in order to get to those she needed to get through Namjoon.

While Wynter was great and avoiding topics of conversation she didn’t think she’d get very far before Namjoon figured out what was wrong. She knew he would help her without question, but she just felt that she really needed to at least figure out the first part herself. Which was what type of death curse and who placed it. One lead to the other and she was here in Seoul to become a better, a stronger witch. She could at least do this one fucking thing. Wynter decided that she was gonna give it a few days and if she made no headway then she would ask Namjoon,

Yoongi had been watching Wynter from a cafe across the street from the bookshop. Through the large windows he could see her as she maneuvered through the shop with practiced ease, helping costumers, rearranging books, cleaning. Couldn’t help but notice her bright smile that graced her face when she was helping someone. Yoongi watched as she climbed one of the many bookshelf ladders to clean and rearrange the very top shelf, still out of reach from her petite stature. He watched the way she tried to extend her reach standing on her toes, the way her jeans stretched out over the curves of her ass, and how her shirt rode up a bit showing the slightest sliver of brown skin at her waist.

The sound of steam being let out in the cafe was jarring enough to break Yoongi of his gawking. Clearing his throat he scanned the street to make sure everything was still going okay. There wasn’t really anything for him to check if he was being honest, between Wynter’s protection wards, which made it damn near impossible for him to even get within a five mile radius of the shop, and his own boundary wards nothing was getting in or out.

Yoongi would say that he was bored but watching Wynter wasn’t boring, and this fact irked him. Here he was a powerful upper demon, known for his ruthless lack of mercy on anyone who dare summon him, playing bodyguard to an unknown foreigner, no matter how pretty she happens to be. Though playing bodyguard to a pretty woman was much better than trying to sort out whatever mess he had gotten himself, and in turn Hoseok, into.

He did feel bad for just up and disappearing but he knew the Hoseok would find him eventually. When Yoongi had left him he had been trying to convince Yoongi that he should take up the mantel of leader of the unintentional rebellion he had started. Though how him just ignoring Jungsoo’s orders and abandoning his post lead to hundreds of other demons doing the same still baffled him; but Hobi was convinced that it was the beginning of the end of Jungsoo reign.

Running his hand over his face, Yoongi took a sip of his iced americano and turned his attention back to his pretty charge. He hadn’t seen the shaman that owned the bookstore, but Wynter’s unwavering defense of the man set Yoongi on edge. He was unsure if he could trust the shaman with Wynter’s care until he could get a read on him, himself. Yoongi sat there ready to escort Wynter home after her shift. Watching her close the shop down and wave towards the back curtain to who he assumes is the shaman.

Yoongi locked eyes with Wynter when she walked out of the door. She wanted to ignore him and walked pass like he didn’t exist, but he caught up to her pretty quickly. “Have you been staring at me all day?” The thought of him just creepily staring at her through the shop sent a shiver up her spine. Was this what her life was going to be like until he inevitably whisked her away into some unknown plane of existence. He simply grunted in the affirmative and continued to walk with her silently.

Wynter was happy it stopped raining, opting to walk to the small hole in the wall restaurant that was next to her apartment. She was slightly surprised by how hungry she was, but almost dying may do that to a person. All she knew was that there was a bowl of ramen waiting for her, maybe even two. “Where are we going?” Yoongi’s deep voice pulled Wynter from her thoughts of food and back to the fact that she had this pale ass demon following her around.

“To get dinner,” Wynter said playfully. She snuck a glance at him, “Don’t you eat?”

“Only the souls of unsuspecting innocents,” he deadpanned. Wynter stopped walking and stared at him. Yoongi stared back, face unwavering before he lips pulled up into a smirk and he continued walking.

“Was that sarcasm?” Wynter jogged slightly to catch up to him.

Kwon’s was a small and cozy ramen shop that reminded Wynter of the one she used to go to back home that was owned by the only Korean folks in her small town. The tiny bell dinged as Wynter and Yoongi entered. “Hello- oh hello Wynter!” Mrs. Kwon greeted as she continued to roll gimbap. Taking her normal seat in the booth in the corner, Wynter dropped her raincoat and bag next to her. Yoongi set across from her and grabbed a menu.

“Did you want your normal, dear?” Mrs. Kwon walked over patting her pocket looking for her notepad. “Oh, also my son is in town and as I was saying the other day I think you two would-“ Mrs. Kwon stopped short as she took in the fact that Wynter wasn’t sitting alone like normal, but that a handsome young man was across from her. She stared owlishly at Yoongi. “I’m sorry young man I didn’t even notice you, what can I get for you?”

Wynter glanced at Yoongi over the top of her menu to see him staring over at her like a little lost demon puppy. His tongue darted out to lick his lips nervously as he tried to construct a sentence in his head. He wasn’t one to be left speechless often but between the old lady who was obviously staring holes into the side of his head and Wynter who looked like she was taking great pleasure in watching him suffer, his mind blanked.

“He’ll take my usual. Mrs. Kwon this is my new roommate, Yoongi.” Wynter decided to be nice and save him. “I’m just showing him the best places to eat.” She could see Yoongi visible relax after her brief introduction.

“You flatter me too much Wynter,” Mrs. Kwon waved her hand in the air and ran off to the kitchen to prepare the food. They sat in silence for a bit. It wasn’t awkward or unpleasant, just silent. Yoongi seemed to be looking at anything but her and Wynter seemed to be more interested in the chopsticks in front of her. Neither really knowing what to say to the other.

“So,” Wynter started, figuring that Yoongi wasn’t. “ How long have you’ve been a demon for?” The look that Yoongi gave her was a cross between incredulous and amused.

“That’s your first question?” When Wynter just kept staring at him expectantly he rolled his eyes and answered, “I don’t know I guess it’s been almost 300 years.”

“Damn!” Wynter cringed at her initial response. If Yoongi was offended his face gave nothing away. “My bad.” Mrs. Kwon came back with their food giving Wynter a moment to figure out how she was gonna revive the conversation. She had questions and if Yoongi was gonna be with her for the foreseeable future it would probably be best to have a little information on him. “Um, you don’t look a day over 30 so that good.” Trailing off she stuffed her mouth with ramen before she could say anything further to embarrass herself.

“Hmm. Dying does that I guess.” Wynter didn’t really know how to respond to his answer so she didn’t figuring he didn’t want to talk about it. She guessed if she died and became a demon she wouldn’t want to talk about it either. But really how does one even become a demon. Like do you just die or do you like make a deal. Yoongi watched Wynter as she ate. Her thoughts going a mile a minute in the foreign language. He knew that it was gonna irk him that he couldn’t understand her thoughts. Guess he was just gonna have to learn a new language.

“Why are you here in Korea?” His baritone voice jolted Wynter out of her thought spiral. “Not to be rude or anything but clearly you don’t belong in this country.”

What the actual fuck? Who just says that to people? Wynter’s face pulled itself into a deep scowl cause how dare he says she doesn’t belong. “Well excuse me for wanting to see the world. I know you’re ancient and all but this country is slightly more diverse this millennium.” Yoongi scoffed as he continued to eat. “If you must know I’m here as part of my final test.”

Wynter watched Yoongi quirk an eyebrow waiting for her to elaborate. Heaving a sigh Wynter elaborated, “So I don’t know how they do stuff here, but where I’m from when a rootworker starts coming into themselves they have to leave home to establish themself in a community. It’s essentially kicking them out the proverbial nest and forcing them to learn how to fly on their own.” She slurped the rest of her ramen up as she thought about home and how much she missed it.

“Do most rootworkers choose to go this far? Also what is a rootworker even?” Yoongi had been around for longer than he cared to admit and he had never heard that word before. He was used to dealing with your run of the mill witches, warlocks, shamans, which is the category most magic users fell into in Korea, with some outliers.

Wynter laughed softly as she tried to think of the most comparable thing. “It’s kind of like,” she placed her chopsticks against her lips as she thought. Yoongi tried, and failed not to stare at them. “It’s kind of like a shaman here I guess. We mostly work with herbs and different types of plant roots. Thus the term rootworker, but we also work in the spirit realm to dig up the root of different problems or ailments. My family specializes in exorcisms and cleansings.”

Interesting enough that made perfect sense to Yoongi. Her protection wards were some of the strongest he had seen in a while. Anyone can make ward to stop demons or ghost from getting in, you only get as good as Wynter was if you’re trying to keep something from getting out. “As far as how far we venture out, most folks just go to the next town over, sometimes the next state, but I’m ambitious.” Wynter leaned back as she drunk some of the soju. The sweet tasting alcohol making her feel a bit more at ease in Yoongi’s intimidating presence. “I understand that there is more magical knowledge in the world than I can even begin to fathom and I want to learn as much of it as I can.”

Wynter smiled to herself, remembering how both her mom and nana tried to talk her out of leaving. They both thought that it was too far away after what had happened. That she needed to be close to home, to family, to the ancestors. Clearly she didn’t agree since she was halfway around the world.

“What happens if you fail?” Yoongi ventured to ask. Wynter tensed up a bit at his question. Her mind going suspiciously quiet at the inquiry. It only ever happened when someone was actively trying not to think of something. Yoongi filed away asking what she was hiding for later. He was going to be spending a lot of time with her for the foreseeable future. He didn’t need to know all of her secrets yet.

“Um, you go back home until you’re ready to try again. Home is always welcoming. Always there. It’s not meant to punish failure. It’s meant to help the practitioner grow.” Wynter paused trying to not remember her failure. “This is my second attempt.” She downed another shot of her soju before changing the subject. “I feel like I’ve just been talking about myself. What about you?”

“What about me?” Yoongi gave her the out. He would have plenty of time to pry whatever secrets she was hiding out of her.

“You know? Any cool powers or like background? I didn’t really get to research you, for obvious reasons.” She laughed out. Yoongi hated how nice her laugh sounded. It was deep and rich and it made you want to keep hearing it.

“Pyromancy and telekinesis, plus some other ones I’ve collected over the years,” he shrugged as he finished eating his food.

“I’m sorry you can read minds,” Yoongi looked up to see Wynter staring at him in awe. Her brown eyes big and wide with interest. “Ooo! What am I thinking about?” All Yoongi heard was a bunch of gibberish and saw some random scenes.

“I don’t know? I don’t speak your language.”

“Well that makes sense.” Wynter mumbled. “Oh! What about this?” Yoongi watched Wynter pick up a glass of ice water and throw it on him. The water running down his face and onto the table. It wasn’t until he seen himself as a wet grumpy cat did he realize what she had done. It was rare for someone to be able to place such a vivid thought in his mind.

Closing his eyes, Yoongi took a deep breathe. “First off, don’t do that again,” Wynter shivered at the slight chill of energy coming off of Yoongi. “Second off, I am not a cat.” There was a slight blush on his face as he said the last part. It was cute but Wynter choose to ignore the urge to coo at him. Feeling as though he wouldn’t be really receptive of it.

“Duly noted. I’ll only use it in cases of emergencies. Like if I get kidnapped or fall down a well or something and you need to find me.” She nodded her head before making eye contact with Mrs. Kwon to grab the check. Wynter paid as she figured that Yoongi would have no money. Mrs. Kwon reminded Wynter that her son would be helping her out for the next few days and that she would love to introduce them. Wynter told her that she would swing by if she could but she made no promises.

Luckily they made it home before the rain picked back up for the night. The sound of the raindrops bouncing off the windows made for wonderful white noise. “Make yourself at home I guess,” Wynter waved around to her small studio as she made her way to the bathroom yawning. She was absolutely exhausted. Her body feeling as though it was dragging through mud as she went through her night routine. She put her hair in a pineapple, hoping that the curls wouldn’t become too frizzy during the night.

“Yoongi,” Wynter called out as she rummaged underneath her cabinet. She was sure she had an extra toothbrush and stuff under there. While she didn’t have people over often, she was always taught to be prepared cause you never knew who was gonna drop by.

“Yeah.” Yoongi stifled a laugh as Wynter hit her head on the cabinet. He hadn’t meant to startle her but her sitting on the floor rubbing the back of her head was kind of amusing.

“I’m gonna have to get you a fucking bell,”she mumbled as she stood up. Wynter adjusted her sleep shorts as she turned to hand Yoongi the small toiletries bag she had made. “Here, I’m unsure of what all you need to do to take care of yourself as a demon but I figured you probably didn’t have anything so,” Wynter cut herself off after feeling herself start to ramble.

Yoongi looked down at the little bag in his hands. It was a deep green and had little cartoon cats sleeping on it. He didn’t really need to do anything if he didn’t want to. His demonic energy purifying him on a loop. It was a neat trick to stay clean when showers where few and far between that Yoongi had just always kept up cause he was in heart of hearts lazy. “Thanks. Do you mind if I use the bathroom?” She simply smiled and nodded as she left the small bathroom.

Something about Wynter taking the time to make him feel comfortable made him want to put in some effort. He waited until the water became warm in the shower before he hopped in. It had been a long time since he had gotten to take one, something the aches in his body reminded him of. The way that Jungsoo had him running around Yoongi barely had anytime to relax. He tried not to think of the massive amount of shit he was in for accidentally starting a rebellion. He was just so tired of being a puppet. He honestly didn’t expect people to follow him out though.

In truth he was glad for the reprieve that Wynter calling him brought. He could hide out here until the fanfare died down or Jungsoo forgot about him. Though he doubted the last one would happen. Skipping out on a demonic contract was a big no-no. Wynter’s wards were strong enough to hide his presence for the time being. Finishing up he conjured up a pair of soft gray pajama pants and a matching cotton t-shirt. Yoongi walked out to Wynter putting some blankets and pillows on her couch.

She was bent over the couch fluffing the pillows to make sure that they were nice and comfy for him. Her ass on full display in her tiny pink sleep shorts. Wynter looked over her shoulder to find that Yoongi had left the bathroom. “So you can make clothes?” She noted that he was currently in some, what looked like comfy, pjs. Wynter walked over to him with her hand on her hip.

“Yeah,” Yoongi cleared his throat. “Cloths are easy to make.”

Wynter hmm in response. “Well I tried to make the couch as comfy as I could for you, but I’m not sure how good I did.” They both looked at the couch recognizing that the dingy couch she salvaged off the street was way to small to hold Yoongi comfortably. Normally she would just offer her bed but if he wanted to butt his way into her life he got to deal with the uncomfy consequences. Patting him on the shoulder she made her way to her bed, turning off the bedside lamp, and climbing under peach comforter.

Yoongi stared down at where her hand had touched him. Unuse to anyone touching him so causally he tried not to let the warmth that she had linger on him for too long, shaking the odd feeling off. Making his way over to the couch he laid down. The springs groaning at his weight as he sunk further down into the cushions. The blankets were soft and warm and he pulled them up, tucking them underneath his chin. Yoongi couldn’t fathom why he didn’t do this more often. Demons didn’t need sleep and he knows he hasn’t slept in over a century; his mind to preoccupied with thoughts of past mistakes. He doubted that he would sleep at all tonight but it at least felt nice to rest.

“Did you find anything out today about who may have cursed you?” They had been sitting there for over an hour in the dark. The only sounds the monsoon raging outside the apartment windows. Yoongi could tell Wynter hadn’t fallen asleep, the smell of her fear filling the apartment like a gas leak. He decided that he didn’t care for the scent of dead roses, it made his nose itch.

Wynter continued to stare at the ceiling as she tried to calm herself. She could feel a panic attack forming deep in her chest. The feeling of the walls closing in around her as she kept telling herself that she was safe and that everything was okay. She faintly heard Yoongi’s questions. Struggling to take in enough air speak. His face appeared over hers as she tried to get enough breath. Yoongi’s eyes full of indifference as he spoke. “You’re fine. Try to match my breathing.” They took deep breathes for a bit as Yoongi rubbed her arms knowing that she needed something to ground her. His hands messaging her upper arms trying to get her body to relax.

It took awhile but Wynter finally felt herself come back into her body. Yoongi helping her to slowly sit up in the bed. He let go of her as soon as she was stable enough. Wynter felt herself heating up in embarrassment, cause she hasn’t had a panic attack like that in years. With shaking hands she reached up to wipe the tears that had escaped. “Thanks,” she whispered into the darkness of the apartment, unable to look Yoongi in the eye.

“It’s normal after a death curse,” Yoongi was just as quiet as Wynter. “They have long term effects on the victims if they don’t work.” Once completed the curse needed to complete it’s mission. If averted it’ll keeping trying to kill the victim but most times it just turns back onto the one who placed the curse. If it was effecting Wynter this much it just meant that whoever placed the death curse knew what they were doing.

A laugh of disbelief escaped Wynter’s plush lips as tried to wrap her head around the fact that she was gonna have to deal with long term effects of this bullshit. Just another layer of shit on this already shitty situation. “Do you have any idea who would do this to you?” Yoongi’s question gently pulled Wynter back to the present.

Sniffling Wynter cleared her throat, “Um - the only person I can think of would be Jiyeon. She’s one of the regulars at the bookstore.” Wynter’s face scrunched as she tried to think of a reason the woman would want to hurt her. “I thought we were becoming friends,” She whispered to herself. “I don’t know what her motive would be. I don’t even have any hard evidence to prove that it was her only this sinking feeling.” Wynter placed her hand on her stomach where a weight had settled, pinning her to the truth of her words.

“That’s good. You should trust you instincts.” Yoongi assured her. While unusual for someone to place a death curse on someone unwarranted, it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. He would have to some digging into this Jiyeon’s past and see if she was hiding something. In order to dispel the curse someone had to die so they had to be sure that this was the right person.

“Keep looking into the curse. Find any and everything you can about death curses. Go on as normal, cause if it is her we don’t want to give away that we’re on to her.” Yoongi knew a lot of things but this particular death curse was one he hadn’t seen before and he had honestly just gotten lucky he could avert it. If a lesser demon had come Wynter would be dead and that made Yoongi feel an emotion that he promptly buried deep. “Look we can strategize tomorrow. Get some rest.”

Yoongi watched Wynter as she nodded numbly with a far away look in her eyes. He placed his hand lightly on her forehead forcing her to sleep cause he knew she wasn’t going to. Tucking her back into bed he took her in - glad he could get the crease that worried the space between her brows to smooth out. The gentle way her nose sloped before it flared out. How soft her lips looked. She looked peaceful in that moment, her bold features relaxed. He felt a pull in his chest. It was light but it was there, Yoongi rubbed his hand over his heart that had long since stopped beating confused.

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tinylint · 2 years ago

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Life with Yoongi Chapter 11

Pairing: Yoongi x Y/N female reader

Series summary: It’s a Y/N x Yoongi love story, what else do you need to know?

Chapter summary: Waking up they both Y/N and Yoongi realize that they are really still here with each other and can take advantage of that physical closeness.

Warnings: oral sex (m receiving)

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Yoongi POV

Waking up with Y/N in my arms probably should have been more disorienting than it was. But it felt natural to have my nose nestled in her neck, her hair partally fanned over my face, my arm draped over her waist and our legs tangled. It was only in the second phase of waking up that I realized this wasn't a dream and she really was there. She really had come to Korea, we really had finally made love, and I still got to see her everyday for the next week.

Looking at the clock I realized that if she slept much longer her jet lag would be an absolute beast so I decided to get up, make us both some coffee, wake her up, and try to get her past these first few terrible hours of being in a new time zone.

It was harder than I thought diesntangling myself from her, first off because I just didn't want to. Hearing her breath, feeling her warmth and her smooth skin against mine it was hard to want to leave. But once I had determined to go to the kitchen there was the fact that we were totally tangled up in each other, how could I get up without waking her up?

I finally steeled myself to do it, took a deep breath and slowly slid my limbs away from her one at a time. I didn't breathe out until I had fully separated from her and then quietly rolled off the bed. Quickly putting some sweatpants on I went to the kitchen to make us both some coffee, hoping I could at least wake her gently and with a gift. I knew how disorienting jet lag sleep was.

But it turned out I didn't have figure out the best way to wake her up because right before the coffee was done I heard her bare feet on the linoleum behind me. I looked behind me to see her sleepy face, messy hair, and wearing nothing but the t-shirt I had discarded earlier in the day.

She smiled at me, "I sure hope you're making coffee, it's the only way I'm going to make it through the rest of this day."

I said a silent thank you that I was behind the kitchen island and she couldn't see the absolute hard-on I got seeing her in my t-shirt and nothing else. "Absolutely jagiya, I was going to bring it to you and wake you up gently but maybe I wasn't as sneaky getting out of bed as I thought."

She walked right past that kitchen island to the coffee maker as it beeped and poured herself a cup. Now there was nothing to hide my arousal so I quickly grabbed a stool to sit on, sitting strategically to try to hide what was going on. She had just had her first sexual encounter and I knew she had to be sore and not ready for round 2 yet no matter what my dick said.

"Oh you were very sneaky! I just don't usually sleep well in new places, so I eventually heard you in the kitchen," Y/N handed me a cup of fresh coffee. "Plus, when I woke up and you weren't there anymore I...well I just didn't want to be alone," Y/N slowly moved closer and closer to me touching our noses together but also touching...

Her eyes widened.

"Y/N I'm so sorry, you just look so sexy in my t-shirt..." I babbled worrying I'd just freaked her out. I was so stressed about being her first and even though she was often the one to start dirty talk in our texts and conversations I still felt like I was the one who was corrupting someone's little girl and I felt a little guilty about it.

But then I saw a gleam in her widened eyes.

"What are you sorry about Yoongs? Sorry for thinking I look sexy? Did you think that maybe I put nothing but this shirt on hoping for this exact reaction?" While she spoke she put down her coffee cup and slowly got closer and closer, her thigh now firmly pressed against my cock and and her lips ending near my ear.

"Y/N," I shuddered out, "are you sure you're ready for more? Aren't you sore?"

"Who said anything about you fucking me?" she said mischeviously as she slipped her hand down my sweatpants. "No underwear? Oh come on Yoongs, you were basically asking for this." Her face was now even with mine as she spoke.

"You don't have...," I breathed in sharply as she gave my now fully hard cock a particularly well placed stroke, "you don't have to jagiya."

She chuckled darkly. "Yoongi don't you understand? I want to. I can't get enough of this cock and I only get to do this for the next week and then it's halfway around the world from me again."

I tried to answer but couldn't as she pulled my dick out of my sweatpants and began licking it like an ice cream cone.

Y/N POV

I'm not sure Yoongi would ever understand just how much I had finally fulfilled a lifelong fantasy of mine. Walking to my lover's kitchen wearing nothing but their t-shirt and turning them on? It was the epitome of a healthy and sexually satisfying relationship to me and it taken me less than 5 hours of being in Korea with him to achieve it.

I didn't want to drag this blow job out too long, mostly just beacuse if I dragged it out we would both be more tired and then I'd definitely never get through this jet lag.

But oh it was hard not to want to tease him as his air came out in ragged breaths, as I could hear his hands scrabbling for something on the granite countertop to hold on to when the pleasure overtook him.

Bobbing my head up and down his velvety shaft I began to moan, loving the feel and taste of him in my mouth.

"Jagi, jagi, Y/N I'm going to cum where should I..." Yoongi breathed out in a whine.

I answered by looking up at him from my knees, taking my mouth off his dick with a pop, and then after a beat putting my mouth right back on his dick moving even faster than before. I never thought I'd want to swallow a man's cum before but his cock had just tasted so good until now that I wanted nothing more but than to taste his sweet release.

I didn't have to wait long as his hot cum squirted into my mouth and I swallowed it down without even thinking, the slightly sweet and metallic taste barely registering before it was gone.

Reluctantly sliding my mouth off of Yoongi's slowly softening cock, I let out a deep breath looking up at Yoongi's face. Eyes still closed and still breathing quickly he looked like an absolute dream.

Slowly I stood up and put his dick back in his sweats, gave him a quick kiss and then hoisted myself to sit on the counter. I reached for my coffee cup as he finally opened his eyes and trained them quickly on me.

"Y/N how did I get so lucky to find you?" he said quietly, his breath finally reaching a normal rhythm after his high.

I smiled and brought my cup to my lips, "Must be something you did in a former life," I said as I winked.

After taking another swallow of my still hot coffee I discovered quickly that the taste of his cum still lingering in my mouth did not mix well with coffee and made a face.

Yoongi laughed at me for at least the next five minutes.

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smolwritingchick · 11 months ago

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 25- Found It In Big Hit

Chapter Summary: Jennie finally opens up to Bangtan about what went down with her old group

Words: 1,000+

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Storming back into the dorm, Jennie ignored the greetings from the guys and made her way to the bathroom, slamming the door. Namjoon sighed as soon as he heard the door slam, running a hair through his hair as he made his way to the couch.

"Is she okay?" Jimin asked with concern.

"Yeah, the hell was that, all about" Yoongi raised a brow.

"What's going on? Did something happen?" Jungkook asked with his eyes filled with worry.

None of them have seen her so upset before.

"We had an uninvited guest confront us. I want to talk to her as a group once she comes out." Namjoon replied.

"Who was it?" Tae asked

"Her leader from her old group."

"Ah! I wanted to know what happened! She never talks about it."

"Yeah, well now I saw why."

Ten minutes later, Jennie walked out wearing jeans and a random shirt. Watching her walk into the living room, Namjoon called her out.

"Jennie, we need to talk." He gestured for her to sit on the couch.

Letting out a sharp sigh, she shook her head. "Namjoon, please, I don't feel like talking about it. What's done is done. We should've just left when she came."

"Jennie." He repeated in a serious tone. "We're all concerned."

"You guys don't need to be."

"We all want to know what happened. Please just tell us." Jin spoke up as they all stared at her.

"I don't like it when you're troubled," Hobi added. "My munchkin should be smiling, not frowning."

"Fine! Okay." She let out a sigh. She made her way over to them and decided to stand. "I need to stand for this. I don't like thinking about it, it just always makes me sad. So, hopefully, I won't cry."

She let out another breath. "When I was 13, I signed a one year contract to be a part of this girl group. The reason it was just one year is because it was a trial run, to see if the company could do well with a young girl group. I auditioned and managed to get a spot with four other girls. We all became great friends, things went great. We were adored by many. We got popular fast, thanks to the company partnering with Disney. You know how Disney stars can get." She shrugged. "But as time went on, my leader, who you unfortunately met Namjoon, her name is Hailey. The fame...it started to get to her. It was something that I feared when I first started performing."

"As a performer, I don't want to change because of the fame. I try my best to stay humble and grateful for all the opportunities, I have received. But Hailey, she wanted more. And since she has her connections, she got more. So, she started to get more attention, being in more magazines, photo shoots and stuff. I was happy for her, I was happy for all the girls because they also, slowly but surely did more things, too. But I was just sitting there, wondering, okay, what am I supposed to do? I want to do something. Anything. I play the guitar, maybe I can play it for one of our new songs or make a cover."

Shaking her head, she crossed her arms. "I hate not being productive. Like this is a career. I want to work and do stuff. Not sit around. Yes, I love relaxation time, but when I was waiting, I felt like I had too much relaxation time. To the point where I would get bored."

"We made more songs as time went on, but the company told me not to dance as hard as I wanted to because I would overshadow the rest." She let out a dry chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I was put in the back for the dances. I mean I didn't really care, that I was in the back, you can't always be in the front, y'know? I didn't mind that, at all. But I just didn't like how they made me want to look sluggish."

She continued while they just stared and listened.

Jungkook frowned at her words. He knew how passionate she was about performing, but hearing the things that she wasn't able to do, made him upset.

"I started not to get any lines for our songs. So, then I was like, okay, could I at least do the harmony? I'm good at that, let me harmonize with someone, but no, I was basically just dancing, not doing anything else. Like even if you want me to do any oohs or whoas in a song, I'll happily do that, at least I'm doing something. Even if it's just one word or one line in the song, I'll be happy."

"All of them got their solo songs. The company told me that each member would be getting their solo song. So, I was like, okay, cool, I can't wait for it to be my turn. And then I waited...and waited...and then I was like, okay can I do one now? I continued to wait patiently as they told me, you will soon, just wait. But it never came. Maybe they thought I wasn't ready for a solo song or something. But it is what it is. I'm not dwelling over that." She waved the thoughts away. "Our contracts were about to expire and the company was expecting us to renew them. Their trial run for Amity was very successful and they wanted us to sign a seven-year contract. Thinking long and hard, I realized I didn't want this, anymore. I had to leave. It may be selfish to some but I had to leave, I couldn't stay in that environment. I thought, let me find someplace better for myself. I wanted to work with a team, as a family. I want to contribute, even if I don't sing or something, let me play the guitar for you."

Pacing around, she let out a shaky sigh. "It hurts...it really friggin hurts...when you think someone was your friend, this whole time but gets more things and ends up being a different person. It was so cruel. It was like the fame for almost all of them changed them and they became bitter. The company really sucked. Don't ever go to Songstress Entertainment. Mind you, I'm still going through puberty and they wanted me to diet and not eat as much. Like, come on, I still have my baby fat, stop trying to make me look a certain way, I'm fine with how I look. My body is going to change anyway, I'm still young and growing. And I sure as hell wasn't going to starve myself. I got people calling me a snake because of Hailey. She's so bitter about me leaving. Always thinking I'm never going to get anywhere in life because I'm not with Amity, anymore."

Leaning against the wall, she continued. "I don't think I've done anything wrong. And I feel crappy for leaving one of my friends, behind." Her voice got shaky as she breathed in and out in a shaky breath. Her chest tightened as she started to cry. Sliding down to sit against the wall with her knees up and arms resting on them, she started to break down. "I haven't spoken to her at all and I hope she's doing okay. I feel like a shitty friend because she told me to stay in touch, and what did I do? I didn't. She probably hates me, now. She hasn't done anything but support me through everything. And I miss her so much. I feel bad, but I don't regret leaving. I feel like it was the best decision for me. The environment was toxic. It wasn't fun."

The guys silently watched on before they made their way to her, sitting down in front of her.

"Please don't cry!" Jungkook murmured, looking helpless as he grabbed her hand, squeezing it. "I hate it when you cry."

"Don't cry~" Tae sat next to her and wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her close into a warm hug.

"Smartie, I don't think what you've done is a bad thing. Don't beat yourself over it." Yoongi calmly replied, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Yes, please sweetheart, don't cry," Jin spoke up, trying to console her.

Nodding, Jennie continued, "I couldn't just sit there and let them leave me hanging, I wanted to do something. But when I wanted to do something, they wouldn't let me. I wanted to contribute more to the group but they wouldn't let me. So, what is the point of me being in the group? To be a cute little girl? That's not what I signed up for. I want to sing, I want to dance, I want to work on the songs, anything! I want to be exhausted after performances and give it 110% every time. I want to perform like it's my last performance, not being told to hold back. I want to sweat, bleed, and shed tears as I work hard. That's all I ever wanted, being a performer. And I found it here, in Big Hit. With BTS. And I'm happy."

"And we're happy that you're here with us. And we'll never tell you to hold back, only to work harder. We're a family, always remember that." Namjoon patted her head.

Hobi decided to stand up and do a goofy dance to make her laugh. Jin and Namjoon follow suit, doing their trademark goofy dances.

"Jennie~ don't be sad~" Namjoon sang goofily. "Smile~ I want you to smile~"

She couldn't help but burst out in laughter when he began to sing out of tune. As soon as everyone heard her laugh, they cheered, jumping up and down and applauding as they all stood on their feet.

"She's laughing! We did it!" Jin cheered.

"Group snuggle!" Hobi offered as he wrapped his arms around her, snuggling against her cheek.

Everyone else followed his lead, creating a big group hug.

"Thanks, guys..." She happily said, overwhelmed with joy. "I'm sorry I didn't open up about it, sooner."

"If you want, we can make a diss track?" Yoongi offered.

"When I'm better at rapping, I'll create one with you. Come on, let's get ready for K-Con. We have a long day ahead of us."

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jjungkookislife · 11 months ago

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Hey 😊 I finally finished reading Home for the Holidays 😭 I saw it on the day you posted it, but only got to read small parts from time to time cause it was so hectic in our household. I just finally got the time to finish reading this, yay 🥳, so please bear with my all over the place comments 😅

Here goes:

First of all, may I just say how much I LOVE the chaotic friend group. I think this is a pattern with your writing. You ALWAYS make the friend group so fun and lively that it makes them so lovable to us readers 🥰

The scene where he put in Jin's number 🤣 I’d be pissed too, having randos blow up your phone? That’s like a nightmare to me 😱

I also love Jimin here, totally bff material. The perfect friend to share gossips with but also so dependable 🥺

I really love how his friends are so involved and committed on helping them both, so supportive. They got his back from the moment he told them his dilemma. Then they went all out with the planning and the photoshoot 😳

Jimin casually fixing her hair and feeding her snacks in between shoots 🥺

And Tae just casually teling them to kiss on demamd for the camera, not awkward at all 😅

And Jin telling Yoongi to "fix it" after finding out they haven't kissed yet and then ordering Namjoon to take them to the hall and he stands guard as they have their first makeout session with Tae taking pictures of it secretly. The whole scene was so hilarious 🤣

Jimin making sure she's caffeinated and her making sure he's eating during hell week 🥹

The flashcards are so cute ☺️ Asking questions to know more about each other. I feel like that’s something people should do when they're ACTUALLY dating but I guess this’ll come in handy when they finally make it official 🥴

Joon and Hobi crawling between Jin's legs when he and Tae get stuck at the door 🤣

The movie night scene where the others are watching them both be a natural as a couple 👀😏🤭

Joonie being extra and also making a ppt to help her "study" 🫣

They are all making so much effort so Jk can be gifted with an apartment, such great friends 🥹

Also, how he answered “What, baby?” to her call 🥺 it comes so naturally. Then he adds “Why would they hate you? You’re my girl.” 🫠 This whole interaction of her panic video-calling him but gets distracted by what she sees (cause girl, same 😂) is so cute and just 🥺😌☺️

And then the perilla leaf scene, my heart can't take so much fluff 😭

The scene where she sniffs his shirt 😳🥴

He has SQUISHMALLOWS 😍 and then her planning to take him to Build-A-Bear for a date 🥺 You know, when they finally make it official (cause who are they kidding with them being a “fake” couple 🙄) this would be an amazing future drabble 👀 just kidding 😆 (Unless.....👀 lol 🤣)

Also, is Hobi the only one that doesn't live in that town? Cause they dropped him at the train station so I'm assuming he's going somewhere else. Was it mentioned and my stupid brain didn't catch it? 😅

Aaaaaaaaand it’s stopped there 😫 I can’t wait to read the rest, she’s finally meeting the family 😅 Let’s see how this will turn out, I’m sure it’ll be as amazing as this first half. You did so well with this one as always. As weird as this sounds, I feel really proud of you for finally finishing writing this. I know how much you stressed over this story and whether or not you will actually complete it. And you finally did, all your efforts paid off cause this is soooooooooo amazing and well-written. Don’t feel too pressured to finish writing a story within a specific timeframe cause this story just proves how amazing the outcome is when you take your time to write it. Okay, this is getting really long so i’ll stop here. Just really wanted to tell you that.

I hope you enjoyed your holidays and are doing well 💜

Hello! 😊

I’m so glad you got to read it 😊 I was nervous about posting it and then tumblr and it’s new word count limit/line limit made it hard to post and it kept crashing or not saving 😭

SPOILERS

I absolute love the friend group! The chaotic energy is so wholesome! It reminds me of my high school days 🥰🥹

Namjoon lives and breathes CHAOS as we will see in the next part 👀 he also didn’t want to put his number or Jungkook’s in case nobody was right for the part. He figured Jin would be a better person to sort through potentials but he could have used a texting app 😅

I adore my Jimin’s 😭 I usually make him love gossip or meddling bc that’s how I am 🤣 I can’t help it sometimes but I try 😀

I had so much fun writing the first kiss scene! I think it was bc though it was stated on the flyer that PDA was part of the gig, Tae just assumed they’d kissed by then 🤣 so when he realized they hadn’t it put the shoot behind schedule and Tae is a professional 💪🏼

But also it was a perfect opportunity to showcase more of their friendship 🤣 they’re problem solvers if nothing else and Jin likes to boss people around sometimes and to mess with Yoongi if nothing else 😅

Ahhh thank you for catching those little moments of Jimin and reader’s friendship. I didn’t want it to be too overshadowed by the scheme 🥹

Yes! They had to put it into overdrive and learn everything about each other in such a short time. From having crushes to lemme know absolutely everything is hard lol but I think they did pretty well 😊

The PowerPoint has to be one of my favorite parts! Who better than to teach you than someone who’s known Jungkook practically all his life and with visuals, you know he snuck in some baby photos in there 🤣

And the flash cards 🤣 ah I adore them all so much.

The movie night was fun! I did like writing Joon and hobi crawling to get inside bc they know well enough that once Jin and Tae start arguing there’s no end in sight 🤣 and then JK and reader being couple like in front of them definitely gave them the right vibes in pulling this off. Perfect practice 🥹

He’s so into her! Like sleepy!Jungkook just speaks freely with no restraint bc he just adores her so much already and she is his girlfriend even if it’s kinda fake 👀

And the shirt sniff!!!! Ahhhh and the perilla leaf thing again lmao I watched it recently and it seemed like something Jimin would instigate to annoy Jungkook 🤣 we see a little more jealousy in the next part. Just a little if you squint though lol

I was thinking of writing a build a bear Drabble later on and maybe a spring break drabble bc I just love them so much 🥹 and JK can never have too many stuffed animals! He likes them and yes, he names them all

Originally Hobi, Yoongi and Seokjin were gonna live in different cities from the rest of the group but I ended up changing it. So Tae and Jungkook live right next to each other and Joon and Jimin live next to each other but right across from Tae and JK.

On the next block over (literally on the other side of Jimin and Joon’s backyard, Yoongi lives on the other side of Jimin’s backyard and Seokjin on the other side of Namjoon and then Hobi across the street from Seokjin. So in my mind, Hobi went to a sky resort for a few days before coming home for new year but he ends up coming home sooner when Jimin hunts at the plan failing though it’s not in the fic.

Here’s a snippet:

Yes! I’m so glad I finally got around to it! It’s been 3 years of staring at the old banner that I didn’t even end up using 🤣

But yes I am working diligently to get the next part done. It is 14k as of now but I feel like there’s still something missing from it and I spent maybe 4/5 hours today just editing and proofreading 😴 and making sure the smut made sense and oof it took a lot out of me.

Thank you so much for stopping by! I always look forward to hearing from you! I hope you stay safe and healthy! Have a good day/night 💜💜💜💜

#sweet feedback 💖#pretty pretty moots 💕#fic: hfth

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sheppardmckay · 2 years ago

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I don't think that was the absolute origin of "little meow meow", that's been used as a nickname for Yoongi (Suga) for years, and other kpop idols I believe. But yes, he did do that early in his solo rap offerings and yes, I was shocked and offended when I heard about it and don't defend it.

Kpop is problematic in many areas, whether western stans refuse to acknowledge it or not. Not a year goes by that some group or other doesn't get blasted for racial insensitivity, usually against Afro or Native Americans, or offensive against women. Or they pick someone to imitate or quote that Westerners find offensive without finding out where it came from.

Again, I don't defend it. By now KPop is pretty global and with the many incidents by groups up to now there really isn't much of an excuse for new groups to keep making the same mistakes. I don't buy any excuses these days of "not being aware" when they do things like black face or insensitive cultural appropriation. Also, it's not just Kpop. K-Variety shows do these things as well. I've watched a lot of it and found plenty of these transgressions used for laughs.

Suga said at the time he just heard it somewhere and he sampled it because it sounded good, he didn't know who it was or what they'd done. I can buy that BUT if you don't research stuff you put out there then yes, you're responsible when it blows up in your face.

And I don't condone other fans, Army or otherwise, defending their idols by saying they didn't do anything wrong. That's stupid. The artist should own it, apologize, and learn from it and so should the fans.

ETA: Speaking of.... Girl group Twice's Chaeyoung just got in trouble for first wearing a shirt sporting a QAnon symbol and slogan on a KMusic show and then a shirt with a picture of Sid Vicious wearing a swastika on a personal internet live. I agree with the majority on the QAnon question, I doubt she knew what it was but her stylist and management should have since it was on TV. As for the Sid Vicious shirt with the swastika? Nope. Plenty of idols have gotten in trouble for that one, among other offensive symbols. That one's on her IMO. She didn't truly realize "the depth" of the meaning, per her apology? Yeah, no. To me that just sounds worse. Like she knew it was KIND of bad but didn't care or blew it off? Those are the excuses that piss me off.

But then, hell. I'm still not over Prince Harry of all people wearing a Nazi costume. Yes, it was years ago, but wtf?!

Young and stupid only goes so far. If you have the slightest inkling, let alone full knowledge of what you are depicting, then yes, you screwed up badly and should face the consequences.

i've died on smaller hills, so i can't judge. but i do think it's funny whenever posts about the proper definition of a poor little meow meow circulate, considering none of them mention that the origin was a kpop fan's absolutely bonkers tweet about not being able to protect a full grown man who was getting backlash for including audio from the jonestown cult leader jim jones in one of his songs

#lil meow meow #kpop #kpop fandom #toxic fans #problematic kpop

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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I'll show you~ Can I please get a drabble of Yoongi as a roommate? Because I think that'd be an amazing IDEA- like srsly, he'd be the one to tell u to wake him early for his work stuff and then get grumpy in the morning and refuse to even moVE out of the bed and u have to bribe him with something to wake him up for hiS WORK. And he will most likely say "no" to any chores in the house but still do aLL of them nonetheless. aND though he hates hugs on occasions he might even ask for cuddles???

across the living room

pairing: yoongi x y/n

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: you’re yoongi’s alarm clock, he aLWAYS acts that you’d be the bane of his existence, and his cooking actually tastes good if he wakes up early enough for it!!

notes: thank u so much for ur request baby i have nevEr written something so fast ever in my life because i was so :’’)

yoongi isn’t necessarily a bad roommate

of course nOt!!

because bad is relative and everyone has different variations of a bad roomie

he wasn’t messy or anything like that

it’s just the occasional clutter that he’d clean up himself

he isn’t rude either

well okay “rude” is aLSO relative

just because yoongi could be a little condescending most times

like when yOU do the grocery shopping and the first thing he’d do is look through the bags with some certain hums of approval

nice nice you picked the kimchi that wasn’t on sale because it was gonna expire the very next week like what you did with the last time

your picking and judgement for carton eggs are actually improving!!!

yoongi once called you an idiot for not smelling the carton of eggs first and in your defense you were in a hURRY

ok but he do be right they did stink the last time

hmmmm decent snacks

“why did you get this milk? i already told you to buy the other brand!! it has like a difference of three dollars and gOd if you’re short on it then ask me for it”

can that be called rude and condescending <3

or after yoongi’s milk tirade, he then goes picking at the other groceries you’ve gotten

you got less greens this time because if you’re being honest you’re getting sICK of seeing spinach and celery all the damn time

you’re the one who mostly cooks anyways and yoongi still insists that you use them

you could have a bagel for breakfast and hE’D PUT SPINACH ON IT

you’re getting a bit fed up with the color green nowadays so you got more fruits than vegetables!! frozen berries and yogurt are the superior match!!

there’s the “too-sweet diabetes are you trying to kill yourself y/n look at the nutrition fACTS” cereal

the “we have an obsessive amount of chocolate-covered almonds. stop it already. i’ll throw this out i’m not even kidding” almonds

the “why did you buy three boxes they’re all the same thing it’s not even delicious anyway” mozzarella sticks

the “this tastes like cardboard i swear why won’t you just get the individual ingredients that i told you to” cake mix

and of course

the “why did you buy tampons already? napkins, also?? it’s not even your period yet” tam-

wait a minute

... h-hold on

did yoongi really just

you must have froze and he must have noticed too because well that’s a surprise you’re nOt huffing with his digs

“you knOW my cycle???”

he doesn’t really know why it’s such a big deal that he shrugs at your pointless question and just continues piling on the cupboards

“yeah, don’t you?”

b-but

wHAT

“i don’t even tell you wHEN i get my period!! why do you know that??”

“you don’t need to tell me, stupid.”

ok rude

but seconds of all hOW does he know

you can’t even talk about yourself to yoongi or even tell him how your day went because he’s just.,.,.

yoongi could sense the internal meltdown in your head and he just chuckles because you’re entirely clueless

or maybe he’s just extremely observant of you without even noticing

there’s a pile of paper bags that the two of you keep because rECYCLING <3

and he always sees atleast one or two disappearing from the pile when you have your period because you’re nOt just gonna discard it to the communal trash can

you’re not a monster!!!

the snacks go by a little more quickly this time

you’re a little mORE demanding but just a little

like when yoongi has the news on when you eat dinner and you’re side-eyeing him

ok he’s already turned the volume down

you still look irritated at him

“.... y’want me to change the channel?”

lol and you have a zit somewhere on your face that yoongi could point out but he chooses not to

instead he just leaves around his box of pimple patches lying somewhere and you dOn’t scold him for that and you know what

maybe you’ll stick some to your face you deserve it ok

it’s affirmative that you’re rEALLY shocked to how yoongi explained all this to you effortlessly

“i bought them because it was a buy one take one deal :((“

that’s all he could hear from you as you mumble under your breath because now you’re just speechless

wow

your roommate cares about you,,,,

MIN YOONGI CARES ABOUT YOU :D

care may be a little bit of a reach from observing but it’s okay you dOn’t care lol they’re probably synonyms anyway

there’s good days!!!

those are probably your happiest days when yoongi initiates a conversation with you that doesn’t involve him intentionally pissing you off

or when you can make him laugh and he looks like the most adorable being EVER you swear

you tried taking pictures of him but he has a radar for it and he immediately holds out his hand to reach out for your phone and effectively cover him

that’s all you have

pictures with yoongi’s hand on focus and him blurred in the background

adjusting to yoongi’s rhythm always varies because well he dOes vary

there’s days when he completely deadpans at you for no apparent reason at all

or when you just need someone to squeal with!!

like that time you got the highest score at an exam that was claimed to be difficult and you were jumping up and down while trying to shake up yoongi

and he looked annoyed for some reason and him not sharing your sentiment,, probably even hating it,, already put a dampener in your mood :((

or that time you went on an angry monologue of why he won’t contribute to doing the chores and how you do everything

from sweeping the floors and doing the dishes and taking out the trash and even cooking!!!

you even fold the clothes and you can’t even remember how yoongi managed to convince you to fold his clothes too

with that he just pursed his lips before putting his attention back to his phone

“no.”

unbeknownst to you though, yoongi does his share of chores more evidently this time around

most times he just does his part when you’re in your room and lately he’s been slacking

ok i’ll help you out i guess ://

sometimes you just want to do nice things for yoongi okay

there’s already a set routine that you follow and adapated to for his sake

you now wake up at four in the morning for hIM and that just depends if he’d wake up within the next thirty minutes

the first actual “friend” unlike roommate intercation you had was yoongi telling you to go knock on his door early in the morning

absolutely dON’T stop knocking until he wakes up and opens the door

sure his four in the morning compared to you staying in is a much much mUch earlier time

but it’s okay because it’s for yoongi! :D

the first time you did that? yoongi raised his voice at you because wHY ARE YOU KNOCKING ON MY DOOR???

“b-but you told me to!!”

“oh. right. thanks.”

lmao he kinda simmered down after that and you took this job to heart

you have now evolved into cooking breakfast BEFORE knocking on his door

you just care for yoongi perhaps

but you won’t delve into elaborating that just yet

today’s breakfast was waffles!!

but they’re special waffles of course!! kinda like a s’mores situation in between the two

little marshmallows that you put in your ice cream and in your drinks and within two seconds they shrivel up into nothingness

crushed biscuits that resemble graham and maybe it would be easier if you just buy graham crackers itself lol

of cOurse some chocolate chips!!

they’re leftovers from when you decided to buy a big bag of them

and yoongi asked you on wHy the hell did you buy these in this huge quantity

“i’ll melt them because i aLSO got those silicone molds on sale!! including the stars and the seashells!!”

“you do know that these are solid... and you’ll melt them into liquid... only for them to be in the same way you bought them in..... just in a different shape....”

“oh my gOd yoongi just because you’re accurate doesn’t mean you’re interesting!! fine then, i’ll split these with jimin instead”

“did you even ask if i wanted them in the first place???”

anyways besides those waffles lol

you also made dalgona :D instead of yoongi’s preferred dark black coffee :D

you tasted his one time and it tasted like death and liver and charcoal all at the same time

this is a GOOD morning okay??

last night you couldn’t sleep that well because you had a thought

a really, intricate, awe-forming thought

there’s such a thing called work husbands, right??

do apartment husbands exist

lol of course if your husband does live in the same apartment as you do

you’re probably making a reach and yoongi doesn’t care about you in the same way that you do for him

but it just makes you think :((

these things that you’re doing, with and for him....

they’re things that you do with your boyfriend ya know

you’re essentially a couple if you think about it further

you’re under the same roof and you do things together and well

the only thing missing is the aCTUAL commitment itself

this was why it’s a good morning

jimin, your friend that’s just down at the end of the hall, managed to convince you to try and hINT atleast that you like yoongi

to be clear

you’ve only known jimin for three weeks and you feel like you’ve done much more progress with him than you ever did with yoongi for five months

it was when he asked you for your notes and you told him that lol you had nONE and the both of you just laughed for like five minutes straight

yoongi still won’t buy that story no matter how much you tell him that it’s true

with his hunch he thinks you’re actually fuck buddies with jimin because you’ve been sneaking off at night right when he closes his door and tHAT’S when you go to jimin’s room

to be also clear

ok yes you might like yoongi

perhaps a whole ton as what you decide because he’s been effectively plaguing your mind and your senses

and the oNLY reason you’ve been going to jimin’s is to talk to him and freak out on what you should do

because you know that yoongi is a sensible person and if u give him even the slightesy whiff of a hint that you like him, he’ll catch on instantly!!!

at the same time it’s like.... so be it....

yeah if yoongi doesn’t return your feelings then you’ll completely understand

things would be awkward for awhile aha

and if yoongi decides to move out because of you? no problem yOU’RE the one who’s gonna move out and let yoongi keep the apartment

jimin’s roommate is leaving soon anyway

see? you’re already equipped for rejection!!!!

aha that’s not necessarily a bad thing but it IS a heartbreaking concept

but here you are

so whipped to the point that you might just cave and put everything in a tray so you could set it on yoongi’s bed

that does seem to be the case because you’re knocking and knocking and he wON’T answer

this is an important day for him anyways because he gets his evaluation today!! and you can’t have him late and hungry and sad now can you

“yOONGI ARE YOU-“

“god, why do you have to be so loud??”

“i told you-“

wait a second

that voice doesn’t belong to yoongi

and the person in front of you, most certainly, isn’t yoongi.

oh that’s nice

she’s wearing yoongi’s shirt from the night before

you don’t recall someone else being in your apartment because after all, you and yoongi are the only roommates

and that yoongi doesn’t even have any visitors

it takes a second for you to connect the dots at hand

it’s okay :)

it’s cool!

this way you’re already heartbroken without prolonging it and bringing it upon yourself

it was bound to happen anyway

yoongi was more than a handsome and skilled and capable man and someone like him wouldn’t stay single for perhaps forever

“o-oh, sorry. uhm help yourself to breakfast, or uhm go back to bed, i guess. if you could just, w-wake up yoongs? i think he has something important at work today, oR well atleast he told me so.”

holy fuck

that was a mess

you’re a mess

there’s no need for confrontation or researching or anything like that because there is absolutely no reason for it lol

you’re a mere roommate to yoongi and you’re just acting like it.

he finds you weird these days

you’re not... bothering him

you’re not trying to linger around or pester him with your usual presence

you only come out when you’re going out for class or for work or for something else he can’t even imagine

which was weird

because yoongi oddly enough misses the white noise you provide

he knocked at your door yesterday and he wasn’t really sure on what to say so he panicked and said “aren’t you supposed to vacuum today?”

which is actually true!!!!

you just got the vacuum and your..,., earphones???

and put them in????

wait shouldn’t this be the time that you try to talk over the vacuum and ineffectively yell as you try to make conversation with him???

this time you’re just silent and probably enjoying the music that’s playing and yoongi couldn’t be anymore confused

he goes to his room when you vacuum but this time he stayed just because he wanted to test the waters ok

he didn’t put his feet up so you could vacuum underneath

he just got one tap on his calf and he wordlessly complies aND HE DOESN’T KNOW WHY HE DID IT SO EASILY

he was supposed to bicker with you :(((

did he... do something??

well he didn’t forget to take the trash out and made sure not to flood the showers this time

fuck it fine that’s IT

he even cooked dinner tonight and he knocked at your door and those are two rare occurrences in the sAME sentence

“y/n, don’t make me regret doing this.”

that’s an empty threat ok he really just wanted to cook for himself and coincidentially made enough for another portion for you

or atleast that’s what he convinces himself

yoongi reaches the end of his wick and he’s about to look for one of your hairpins and pick at your lock

one thing he hasn’t taken into account is that oh,,, your door’s open

there wasn’t really a reaction when your door creaks but there is one but it’s from hIM

because you’re bundled in your comforter and you look different and that’s when he presses his hand to your forehead and you’re tOO HOT

“why didn’t you tell me that you have a fever??”

there’s no room for him to enunciate him being upset because he’s worriedly getting you things to nurse you back to health ok

there’s the wet towels and the water and the medicine!!!

there’s him checking underneath your comforter and you dOn’t have any socks on so he’s getting that alright

yoongi’s third most-prized possession probably is his gravity blanket he spent a pretty penny on and here he is,,, carrying it over to you so you’d be more comfortable — the food he just made you but maybe he should make some soup for you to easily digest

yoongi just felt pure panic seeing you like this ok

you running a fever and being the complete opposite of bubbly but won’t take shit atleAst 5/7 times from him and would argue with him to hell and back

were you starting to get sick the days before so that’s why you were distant??

or was it the other way around

there’s this utmost feeling of concern looming in yoongi’s chest and he even tried clutching at his chest because what iS this

he almost forgot that you’re sleeping and that you barely talked to him at all despite helping you out of his own accord

“you’re here but you’re not yOu!!!”

god he’s just so frustrated because he isn’t used to this and frankly he’ll never be

yoongi’s chewing on his inner cheek and he knits his brows trying to figure wHAT happened, his index finger poking and tracing at your hand that’s laid snugly on your pillow

“you’re already here but why do i keep missing you?”

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borathae · 2 years ago

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↳ Index [Day 14 - Kniveplay]

Pairing: gangster!Yoongi x f.Reader

Kinks: dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, knives, rope bondage, blindfold, tears, choking & breathplay, praise, good girl kink, dirty talk, slight possessiveness but in a sexy way, body worship, strength kink, oral (f.&m.receiving), edging, vaginal penetrative sex, squirting, face fucking, cumming on face, sweet aftercare

Wordcount: 7.4k

a/n: i am 👁👄👁💧 i’m not saying that this is the hottest fucking shit ever but i am exactly saying that *yells*

Jungkook texted you. Told you that the boss refuses to talk to anyone and that you should come home. You arrive twenty minutes later.

The air is tense the moment you step into the mansion. Jungkook, right hand man and skilled with his fists, is sitting with the others. Taehyung, driver and skilled with the machete, is sitting next to him. Jimin, your best dealer and skilled with the gun, is currently being taken care of by Seokjin. He was your lawyer on most days, but serves as a doctor tonight. Hoseok, bodyguard of Jimin during the deals, is bleeding from his eyebrow, right eye bruised to the point of no recognition.

“Well fuck. You guys look fucked”, you say, calling their attention, “how are you?”

“Could be better”, Jimin says and hisses in discomfort as Seokjin once again drills the needle through his skin to close up the deep cut on his back.

“Sorry man, we’re almost done”, Seokjin mumbles, brows furrowed in concentration.

“What happened?” you ask.

“There was an ambush. The whole deal was a fucking trap. We lost five men, the twins barely escaped and the rest of us is fucked up”, Hoseok answer you, pointing at his bruised eye.

“Fuck. Where is he?” you ask them.

“Your bedroom. I wouldn’t go in there, he’s murderous”, Namjoon, financier and consultant, answers you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine”, you assure him, abandoning them in the sitting room to hurry upstairs.

They exchange a look of worry with each other.

“Think she’ll be fine?” Taehyung asks.

“I hope so”, Jungkook says, rocking back and forth nervously. He’ll never forgive himself if you get hurt just because he texted you.

“Boss. You’re back. Welcome home, boss”, the guards outside your bedroom doors greet you, bowing their heads at you.

"Is my husband in there?"

"Yes, boss."

“Good. Leave”, you order them, flicking your wrist dismissively.

“Boss”, they say, nodding their heads in understanding. They leave you afterwards, finding their new post downstairs.

You knock on his door three times, waiting for an answer. It doesn’t come, obviously.

“Honey, it’s me”, you try, knocking twice.

“Come in”, his voice sounds poisonous even from behind closed doors.

You turn the doorknob and push, slipping inside your bedroom. The door closes quietly. The lock falls into place.

The lights safe for your bedside lamp are turned off, the curtains are drawn closed. The room smells like a mixture of blood, disinfectant and whiskey. The blood-soaked pieces of cotton wool scattered all over your leather couch give you an idea of what causes the stench. The open bottles of whiskey and disinfectant on the floor answer the rest.

Your eyes flit to your husband. He is sitting on the bed with a glass of whiskey tangling between his fingers and his hair a dishevelled mess.

Shadows surround him, claiming his black hair as theirs and dragging their spindly fingers over his face as well. He is still in his suit. Jacket discarded on the couch and tie thrown on the floor. His shirt is open, soaked in blood at some parts and revealing the huge cut on his left pec now hidden behind bandages.

“Holy shit, honey. What happened? Who did this to you?” you gasp.

Yoongi clenches his jaw, guiding the glass of whiskey to his lips. He drinks it without any kind of reaction, setting it down on the floor afterwards.

“What do you want?” he hisses.

“They told me what happened. Who the fuck dared to ambush you?”

“Tzt”, Yoongi looks to the side, “who the fuck you think? The fucking Dragons.”

“Fucking bastards, fuck”, you say, hurrying to your husband’s side. You cup his face and turn his head so he was looking up at you, “I’m happy you’re still here though”, you say, smoothing over his tightened brows, “does the cut hurt a lot? Should I look at it?”

“No”, he answers you dryly, trying to turn his head away but you force it to fall against your stomach. He is tense and silent, face contorted in anger you know not to be afraid of. Not you, because you know how to handle him when he wants to kill the entire world.

“It’s gonna be alright, love”, you whisper, running your fingers through his dishevelled hair, “you’re gonna kill those fucking bastards, I’m sure of it. It’s what you do best.”

Yoongi exhales loudly and closes his arms around your waist, turning his head so his nose was buried in the softness of your tummy and he was drowning in your scent.

If any other person in this fucking organisation tried to force him into this kind of hug, they’d have already lost their arms. But not you. You’re his fucking treasure, his light, his better half and you can break every single brick of those walls around his heart with just one touch.

He inhales deeply, twisting the fabric of your shirt desperately.

“It’s alright, love. I’m here now”, you assure him, kissing the crown of his head.

Yoongi lifts his head because of that, nose brushing against yours and half-lidded eyes glued to your lips. He even flutters his lashes, parting his lips slowly. You feel the tension instantly. This addicting kind of tension which, years ago, made you fall so goddamn deep for him. Tension filled with dangerous attraction, leaving you craving more and more with each passing second.

Yoongi reaches up and takes your chin between two of his fingers. His eyes lower even more, his head tilts back further. With a gentle tug, he makes you move, claiming your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He tastes like whiskey and anger, feeding it to you with hungry lips and an eager tongue. You squeeze his cheeks softly, kissing him back happily.

You know that your husband is the best in the business. He isn’t the boss for no reason. But still, you can’t help but be worried for him each time he leaves for a mission. And now that he is back, almost unharmed, you want to never ever let him go again.

He breaks the kiss a second later, gazing at your lips as he squeezes your chin gently.

“I need you”, he rasps.

“I’m here now. Just tell me what you need”, you whisper.

“Wanna fuck you.”

“Okay”, you rasp, feeling heat tingle in your stomach. You were hoping for that.

“Wanna tie you up for it”, he whispers, pulling you down until your lips are brushing against his.

“I’m okay with that.”

“Wanna blindfold you.”

“Yeah?” you press your legs together, “with your tie?”

“No. The real shit. Need you unable to peek.”

“I’m fine with that.”

“Fuck. Baby”, Yoongi gets out breathily and pulls you back into a kiss.

You moan desperately, feeling dizzy from just how hungrily he kisses you. Held willing hostage with your chin between his fingers and your head dizzy from anticipation.

Yoongi breaks the kiss with a throaty growl, letting the strings of saliva break between your lips before he tilts his head back, dragging his lips up your nose in the process. His eyes are closed, his brows are relaxed, letting you know that your presence is already helping with relaxing him.

“You’re the living fucking proof that god is a woman, baby”, he rasps, turning your limbs into complete mush.

“Yoongi”, you moan, letting yourself fall on top of his lap, “I need you so bad.”

“Same”, he says and then picks you up just to lie you down on the bed, “you know what to do”, he adds and turns his back to you. He slips his shirt off as he does, dropping it on the floor. Like this his sculpted back is exposed to you. It is covered in a few new scratches but looks healthy otherwise. The faint shine of the bedside lamp is casting big shadows on it, making his muscles look even bigger.

You watch him strut to your dresser where your toys are stored. You take on your favourite position in the meantime, taking off your clothes until nothing but your lingerie is keeping you humble. Then you rest back, head sinking into the soft pillows and skin getting caressed by your silken sheets.

Yoongi turns, black bondage ropes in one hand and a silk blindfold in the other. He studies you from head to toe, rolling his shoulders as a sign that the view is affecting him. Good. You’re wearing one of the sets he bought for you. Black lace from the highest quality and fitted right to your body. You know for a fact that the way the lamp is shining on your body and hiding parts of it in shadows is affecting him deeply.

“You look so fucking sexy”, he says, strutting to the bed in heavy steps and his head tilted to the side just slightly.

“It’s the set you got me for Christmas”, you say, writhing on the sheets just for his viewing pleasure.

“I know. I never forget a set”, he answers you, dropping the ropes on the bed to open them, “especially not one like that. You wore it on Bali.”

“Yes and in Osaka.”

The right corner of his lips curl into a small smirk. He hums and nods his head, opening his hand for you, “hand”, he orders.

You place your hand in his palm, tingling when he closes his fingers around it and caresses your skin gently. You watch with sparkly eyes as Yoongi tightens the rope around you in a beautiful braided cuff tie. He finishes the tie by tugging on the rope and forcing your arm into its supposed position.

“Good?” he asks.

“Yeah, good”, you whisper, feeling hot all over.

He nods his head, tightening the rope on the sturdy ring on your bed’s headboard. Afterwards he rounds the bed, repeating what he did on your other hand. He didn’t even have to ask for your hand and you were already presenting it to him, oh so eager to get tied up by him. He asks you for your comfort to which you say that it felt so nice and then he tightened the rope on the ring. He rounds the bed again afterwards, stopping by the foot end. You wait with bated breath for what he will do. His fingers close around your ankles and then he tugs, making you squeak in surprise. Strong and aggressive until your arms are stretched widely and the rope is taut. Like this your head is resting on the mattress.

"That was fun", you giggle, making Yoongi show a small toothless smile.

"Mhm."

Yoongi wraps the rope around your leg right above your ankle, tightening it after making sure two of his fingers are fitting in between the rope and your body. With one tug to the side and your left leg opens widely, now getting tied into the position on the bondage ring.

You feel so out of breath because of it, trying your hardest not to squirm.

Yoongi repeats the tie on your other leg, fixating it into position with expert knots. Like this your legs are opened far, unable to close on him.

“Done. Are you comfortable?” he says, running his hands up and down your legs.

“Yeah, so comfortable”, you answer him, sounding just slightly out of breath.

“Good. Say the words when it starts to hurt.”

“I will”, you promise him, not getting any answer from him. You wanted to lift your head to check on him, but decide against it when you feel his lips on your body, kissing their way up your inner thigh and stealing your breath in the process.

You moan, enjoying the sensation with closed eyes. His lips are so soft and warm, worshipping your skin with so much tenderness. Truly, Yoongi can be the cruelest man on the job, but not once did he bring any of it into your bedroom. You feel like a queen when he is with you.

He leaves out your pussy purposefully, kissing your lower tummy right along the hem of your panties. Maybe he is still a little torturous but you love that kind of torture. His hands run up and down your sides in the process, sending electric tingles over your skin. He is still not fully on the bed, one knee between your legs and slacks stretching around his thighs. For just one more second because then he kisses too far up your body, forcing his other leg to lift from the floor to instead rest on the mattress as well, knee digging into the sheets right next to your leg.

Yoongi hums in approval as he dances his lips over your clothed breasts, cupping them with his big hands as he does. His warmth seeps right through the material, making you ache for the unfaltered sensation.

One flick of his fingers and he manages to tug the material down far enough to expose your nipples to him. He grunts in approval, lowering his lips to them to suck them until they are swollen.

"Oh god so good", you moan, feeling short of breath. Yoongi just knows how to really get you going, giving you the sensation long enough to rile you up but not long enough to fully satisfy. He's an expert in that kind of torture. Damn.

“So fucking sexy”, he murmurs raspily, abandoning your tits in sake of marking your collarbones with hungry hickeys. He sucks on your skin until it stings and you arch your back for him, moving on to the next spot to repeat the sweet torture. When Yoongi is finally happy with the results, he managed to reduce you to the point where just his breath against your neck makes you want to pray to his name. Luckily for you or perhaps sadly for you, Yoongi never lowers his lips, lifting his head before he does to instead look down at you with half-lidded eyes. His knees are on each side of your armpits, his clothed bulge looks so huge from your point of view. Yoongi grips your cheeks with soft fingers and squishes your face to the point where your lips pout involuntarily. He turns your head from left to right, letting his eyes race over your features obsessively.

“You’ve got the prettiest fucking face”, he says, loosening his tight grip to instead run the back of his hand down your face. He places his pointer finger under your chin, caressing your skin with his thumb, “gonna fuck it later.”

You gulp, ogling his cock.

"Want that, baby?" he asks

You nod your head, painting a proud smirk on his face.

"That's my girl", he rasps.

You feel your cheeks heat up under his praise, eyes lighting up in happiness.

“Close your eyes for me”, he orders.

You follow happily.

“Keep them closed”, he orders next and then you feel the softness of the blindfold on your eyes. He lifts your head for you, tightening the blindfold with a comfortable knot, “is it tight?”

“No, it’s good”, you sigh, sighing again when he places your head back down. Darkness surrounds you. Darkness and the uncertainty of what happens next. Your skin is prickling because of it, becoming so sensitive that even the air in the room feels like too much.

His fingers walking down the sides of your neck remind you that there is something even more unbearable than mere air. His touch. Oh it is so unbearably good when you don’t know where he will place it next.

His touch leaves you again, the bed dents as if he was climbing off of it. His steps on the wooden floor let you know that you were right.

“Honey? Where are you going?” you ask panickedly.

“Relax. I’m not leaving”, he assures you, steps very clearly moving away from you.

Silence. The sound of a drawer opening. Fumbling with something. The drawer closes again. Steps. They come closer and closer again. The sheets ruffle, the mattress shakes. Your breathing speeds up.

You turn your head to where you think your husband is sitting, waiting with a racing heart for the moment he touches you again.

The silence is unbearable. There is this rhythmic clicking sound of something opening and closing and you can’t for the world of you figure out what it was. It continues. Yoongi’s presence is unbearable when he doesn’t act.

“Yoongi?” you ask quietly.

“Yes, love?” he answers you.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at you.”

“What are you holding?”

“My knife”, he answers you, sending bolts of pleasure through your body without even touching you. He watches in delight as you squirm and tug on the ropes just slightly. He knew that this would affect you.

“W-what knife?” you stutter.

Click. Yoongi most definitely opened it.

Cold metal touches your stomach. The area of touch is small, letting you know that he is pressing the tip of it into your skin. You feel dizzy in an instant.

“Guess”, he says, voice heavy in arousal. He dances the knife up and down your tummy, making sure to never cut but to still apply enough pressure to leave goosebumps behind.

Your husband owns many knives. Next to buying you the finest clothes, collecting knives is his favourite hobby. Trying to guess which one of his huge collection he decided to use on you tonight is almost impossible. Especially when he traces your torso so incredibly good.

“I, I don’t know”, you stutter breathlessly.

“Try harder”, Yoongi orders, flipping the knife so the flat of the blade was between your tits. He makes sure to press the dull site into your flesh while letting the sharp side barely miss your soft skin. The shaky breath you take, makes his stomach twist in arousal.

He knows that you won’t be able to guess. He only used that knife on you once, it would be a surprise if you guessed right. He still loves the game, playing it like an addict.

“T-the silver one?”

“Silver one? Which one? Be more specific”, he says, slipping the knife from your sternum to instead dance the tip over your left breast. He holds it in place for it, making sure the flesh was gathered enough that he can trace every inch of it.

“The, the one with the red handle?” you try, feeling shivers run down your spine constantly. The skin on your tits is so sensitive and now Yoongi is using the knife on it. You want to twist the sheets because of it, but have to twist the ropes instead.

“Wrong”, he says and with just enough pressure makes sure to leave a tiny mark. It doesn’t bleed, stinging for just a second before a deep burn digs into your fibres.

You whimper for him, chasing it with a soft arch of your back

“Two more guesses", he says, soothing the spot with his thumb.

“Two, two more?” you stutter, panting heavily.

“Mhm.”

“What happens then?”

He moves closer, making the mattress creak.

“I’ll cut you”, he rasps, breath swirling against your lips and fingers closing around your throat softly.

“Yoongi”, you mewl, chasing him and gulping under his fingers. Oh how you wish for him to press down on your veins and steal just a little bit more of your sanity.

“Continue, baby. Keep guessing”, he says, keeping his hand around your throat as he swirls the tip of the knife over your face.

Your entire body feels charged. You aren’t scared. Not even a little bit. You know that Yoongi would rather ram that knife into his own thigh before accidentally hurting you. You know that he would never cut you, not unless you beg for it. So you trust him with the sharp blade on your face, but you still can’t help but feel charged to the point where you are shaking. To have his big hand wrapped around your throat as the knife is against your skin as you have no way to escape, fills you with aching pleasure.

You try to concentrate. He took that knife from a drawer, which means it must be one of the knives he keeps in his nightstand. You have one in yours as well, but that doesn’t open and close.

Yoongi slides his hand from your throat to the back of your neck, lifting your head like this. It tilts back, revealing your vulnerable throat to the blade. Yoongi flips it and presses the sharp side of it against your skin, making you gasp in surprise.

“Guess. Now”, he orders, voice dark and dangerous. You feel your pussy throb because of it.

“I, I don’t know. The silver one from the nightstand?” you stutter.

“No. Wrong again”, he says and punishes you by dropping your head and replacing the blade with his hand, cutting off just enough of your airflow to turn your body limp in surprised bliss. Your head starts pounding, you feel like moaning out a gag. The knife rests on your tummy as he caresses your skin and basks in the quick movements you do from all the gasping he forces you to do.

“I’m gonna count to five and then let go of your throat and I want your answer by then”, he rasps, lips ghosting over your cheek, “can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yeah”, you croak, brain working overtime to guess right.

“Trust me, it’s gonna be worth it to get it right, so think hard. One….two…” he starts counting, making you tremble in charged desperation.

Yoongi has four knives in his nightstand. One kukri knife with a brown handle, which doesn’t open and close. His cousin gave it to him during one of their missions as teens. A small bowie knife you gave him for his birthday, it opens but was your second guess so you know it to be wrong. One of his customised daggers which opens with a press of a button and doesn’t sound that sharp. That leaves…

“…four and…five”, Yoongi finishes counting and releases your throat.

You gasp for air, arching your back from the rush of blood going back to your head. Yoongi caresses your sides until you calm down enough to talk.

“The black steel one. The s-spanto blade”, you croak.

“Good job, you guessed right”, he says, carrying a smile in his voice.

You bask in the praise with a fluttering heart, grinning proudly.

“It wasn’t even that hard”, you say, making him chuckle.

“Of course not”, he says, caressing your tummy. He moves down your body, dancing his hands down as well until he has your soft thighs under his fingertips. He kneads them, sitting right between your open legs.

You have already figured out by now what reward he was talking about, barely handling the anticipation.

“Fuck baby”, just the tone of his voice makes your pussy throb in desperation, “you’re fucking soaked”, he says and laughs lazily, eyes glued to your wet panties.

“What are you gonna do with me?” you ask him.

“Whatever the fuck I wanna do”, he answers you, hooking his fingers in the fabric just to tug it away from your body and use the blade to cut through it. He rips it off your other leg, throwing it behind himself without looking.

“Yoongi, I loved those panties”, you whine and whimper, chasing something. You have no idea what you were chasing. Maybe his hand, maybe the cold air on your pussy, maybe your lost panties. You just know that all you want to be is to be touched.

“I’ll buy you new ones, just want that pussy”, he dismisses you, lowering himself to you without warning.

You yelp up, almost smothering him if he wasn’t pinning down your hips, growling against your pussy as his lips are wrapped around your clit.

You hadn’t expected that. You expected him to play with you with his fingers, but not for him to bury his tongue between your folds.

“Holy fuck”, you croak out, tugging at the ropes with all you got, “fuck, holy fuck.”

Yoongi growls deeply, looking up at you with furrowed brows and his arms tensed from pinning you down. The rings are making such nice noises as you fight against them, your tits looks so pretty now that you are gasping for air. He knows that your eyes are squeezed shut behind that pretty blindfold, you always do that when he eats you out.

Yoongi is right. All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and gasp for air. Having him worship your body with his blade left you so riled up. You didn’t even realise just how turned on he got you until he wrapped his lips around your clit. Hot and wet he sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves until it is throbbing for a break. Yoongi gives it to you in the form of fast licks, the kind which shoots involuntary shakes through your thighs and which make those ropes around your ankles feel like torture. You want to close your legs, throw them over his shoulders, bend them by their knees. Anything other than forcing them to lie and shake without having any kind of control over them.

Yoongi tries to soothe some of that shaking with his hands running down your thighs, using his nails when he dances them back up again. It doesn’t help. It just makes it worse.

“Fuck, you’re so sensitive”, he growls, breaking away from your pussy. He lets the drool drop from his lips, covering your dripping pussy with it, “you’re shaking like crazy.”

You make an embarrassed sound, tugging at the ropes around your legs and failing to move. Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That was adorable”, he taunts, sticking out his tongue to drag the flat of it through your folds. He starts at your soaked entrance and ends it at your swollen clit. He uses his entire head for it, repeating the movements while his hands pin down your hips again.

“Yoongi please”, you cry out, feeling chills all over your body. You arch your back as best as the ropes allow you to, soaking the blindfold with pearls of your tears.

“Cute” he moans, basking in the aggressive clench your pussy does. He knows that he’s got you close. He knows you. Knows every change your body does when he’s got his hands on it. He knows that a blade against your skin turns you on like nothing else and that he can get you there instantly when he decides to use his tongue on you. He’s a little disappointed that he already has to stop, lifting his head despite his tongue begging for another taste.

You writhe, fighting the ropes. Only now he sees the tears seeping through the blindfold, smiling darkly because of it.

“Please”, you beg, fighting the strong hold he has on your hips.

“What’s wrong?” he asks nonchalantly despite his own shaky breathing. He feels so fucking good when he gets you so riled up. It’s the only rush of power he truly needs.

“Something, g-give me something please.”

“Hm”, he hums and then his hands leave your body.

You listen with a dizzy head. He climbs down from the bed. What you hadn’t expected however, was Yoongi untying the knots on the leg hooks. You wiggle in the newfound freedom, gasping when this earns you his strong grip around your thighs.

“Stay still”, he hisses.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t close your legs”, he says and forces your left leg to bend. He holds it into position by your shin, wrapping the rope around it and therefore securing the position.

You moan in excitement, bending your other leg already for him. You love this position so much.

“Good girl”, Yoongi praises, working diligently to make sure you are comfortable but also tied up right. He rounds the bed afterwards, loosening the tautness of your arm ties and grabbing a pillow. He returns to the foot end of the bed, pulling your body right to the end of it until the arm rings hook back into place.

You laugh out a moan, enjoying the manhandling with all your being.

“Hm”, Yoongi chuckles softly, lifting your butt just to place the pillow underneath it. Like this your hips are tilted just right to give him the best view of your pussy.

He drags his palm down your inner thigh, resting it over your pussy. His pointer finger he flicks over your entrance, playing with your juices mindlessly. The desperation in your moans seem to leave him cold.

"You've got the prettiest pussy, baby", he rasps, dancing his finger to your clit to trace her slowly, "I thought of you today. You and your pretty pussy got me faded, baby."

"Yoongi please fuck me", you beg, feeling close to crying in desperation.

"I will", he says and pulls his hand away.

You are back to listening again.

His belt opens. His zipper gets pulled down. Then the distinct sound of slacks being pulled down and hitting the floor. You can barely breathe in excitement. Finally. Fucking finally you’ll get his cock. It’s all you want. Nobody fucks like Yoongi does. You need it so bad.

He steps closer, lying his cock down over your pussy. He slaps it against your clit a few times, making you keen and writhe.

"I can't wait to fill you up", he speaks slowly, letting you know with it that he is suffering from just as much desperation as you do.

He spanks your clit one last time, dragging his cock down your pussy afterwards. One circle over your weeping entrance then he finally pushes inside, letting out a desperate grunt as he does.

You whimper loudly, feeling your toes curl in pleasure. Yoongi fits like no other. The stretch is hot as fire, leaving you lightheaded and addicted to it.

"Almost there baby, your pussy's taking me so well", he lulls, watching with blown-out pupils as his swollen cock sinks into you. You fit so perfectly around him, as if you were made for him. Just for him.

He bottoms out, furrowing his brows as he does. Wet, hot, tight.

"Fuck I'm in", he presses out, "are you-'

"Good", you interrupt him, "Yoongi", you moan your best moan, tugging at the ropes.

"Shit you’re so fucking sexy", he presses out and grips your hips to finally begin moving. He goes slow and makes sure to really draw out the movements, slipping out of you to the very tip of his cock until slipping back inside to the very base. He needs to make sure your pussy remembers the shape of him, while remembering the sensation of your wet walls himself.

Your moans are like music to his ears. He answers them with whispered curses and throaty grunts, staying quieter for the sake of hearing you. Your sounds seriously get him off so good.

He looks at his cock. It glistens in your pussy juices, veins swollen and skin dark from all the blood rushing through him. You are so fucking wet that you managed to dirty his pubes by now too. Good. He wants to be marked by you just as much as he wants to mark you.

Yoongi spits on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. You giggle his name, making him smile his distinct lazy smirk.

"Keep moaning for me, baby. Wanna hear how good I fuck you", he orders, picking up his spit with his thumb to use it on you. He rubs your clit slowly, timing the movements with his deep thrusts.

"Fuck! Ah, Yoongi!" you moan loudly, arching your back as best as possible. It is a little difficult when your legs are tied and your arms are unable to move. But you still try because all you want to do is writhe.

"Keep going baby. Moan my fucking name", he rasps, speeding up his hips in desperation.

"Yoongi", you moan, "Yoongi, ah Yoongi!"

He's got you trembling and clenching. Your pussy's so sensitive, his cock feels so huge because of it. His thumb is callused and the roughness of it almost feels too much. In the best way possible. His movements remind you just who gets you into such a state. He does. Only he can. Only Yoongi.

"So pretty. You sound so fucking pretty", he growls, "louder baby, louder. Let those bastards downstairs know who fucks you that well."

You totally forgot about everyone else. The moment you set foot in the bedroom, the rest of the organisation was gone from your mind. And now that he reminded you, all you want to do is tell the whole world who owes you to the core.

"Yoongi", you wail, "Yoongi! You fuck me so well. Yoongi!"

"Fuck", he growls and grunts, fighting the urge to close his eyes, "good girl. Such a good fucking girl. You’re my best girl with the best fucking pussy."

He drills his cock into you, keeping you from slipping back with his strong hand twisted in your leg tie. You need the support, he makes sure of that by keeping up the rough rhythm. Like this his balls slap against your ass each time he is deep inside you. Like this you squeak like the prettiest little toy and your pussy sounds so goddamn wet that Yoongi has to look down at her again.

It runs out of you and soaks the pillow, droplets of it are sticking to his dark pubes, his cock's tripping each time he pulls out. He can also feel it cover his balls, chasing the sensation with a circle of his hips each time he is buried to the base inside your wet, tight cunt.

"Take me, fucking take me", Yoongi growls angrily, slamming into you with madness in his movements.

"Yoongi please don’t stop" you beg him, voice contorted in pleasure. The blindfold is so soaked from your tears, your head is pounding unbearably.

"No. I won’t. You belong to me. You should remember that", he spits, writing his name right against your g spot. He pulls out afterwards just to slam into you roughly, pulling you on his cock at the same time and making it feel twice as deep, "you're my pretty girl. Mine", he rasps, "wanna keep fucking your pretty, little pussy."

You are barely human at this point, praying for any kind of strength to keep you alive. Yoongi fucks like a madman tonight. Normally the job drains him way too much for fast fucks. On normal days you get slow and deep fucks or if you want to you can ride him stupid. So to have Yoongi rut into you like a crazy animal steals your sanity from you. Because Yoongi’s a goddamn natural in rough fucks. He just needs to be pissed enough for them, fueled by anger at the world and with boiling rage in his stomach. Only then Yoongi fucks fast and rough, using your pussy to punish his demons and wind down in the process.

You won’t ever complain. You love being his stress ball. That shit feels so fucking good to be.

So good in fact that Yoongi’s next flick of his thumb forces a surprise high out.

"Yoongiii", you scream up, dragging out his last syllable as you shake out of control.

"Shit! Fuck!" Yoongi gasps loudly, hips stuttering in surprise, "shit baby, urgh fuck", he throws his head back, "so fucking tight."

"Yoongi oh god, Yoongi please", you keen. You swear that a part of you dies in that high. And resurrects again a second later when Yoongi slips out of you solely to give your cunt the freedom to squirt all over the pillow. It seeps out of your well-fucked hole, soaking the fabric and own skin.

"Good girl, that’s it. Squirt for me", he rasps, rubbing your overstimulated clit to force even the last drop out of you.

"Yoongi please", you sob, crying the hottest tears. The ropes are way too strong, you can't fight them. Holy shit you are victim to his maddened touch if you wanted to or not, "please honey please ah.."

"It's okay baby, almost there. Almost there", Yoongi soothes you. He circles his thumb and forces those last two convulses out of you. They were terribly stubborn, almost making him believe that they would never want to come out.

You wail and fight the ropes. Yoongi almost feels pity for you, but doesn’t. Not when your pussy looks so happy squirting for him. He is so obsessed with it. It’s the visual proof that only he can fuck you that well, that all those years with you made him an expert in your body. Yoongi feels invincible in those moments.

"Please", you barely get it out, trying to close your legs as best as possible.

"It's okay love. You’re already done", he says softly, abandoning your clit to caress your tummy instead, "see? It wasn’t that bad, was it?"

"Yes it was", you whine, sobbing softly, "I'm, I’m so w-weak now."

Yoongi chuckles, "adorable", he rasps, jerking off his cock lazily.

"Don't laugh at me", you whine, "it's your fault."

"I know, I take the blame completely", he says, bending down just to kiss your tummy, "good job, baby. You’ve done so well", he whispers against your skin.

The praise makes you feel so fuzzy and happy. You did a good job. You were his best girl.

"Can I be rewarded?" you ask shyly.

"Rewarded?" Yoongi lifts his head to look at you.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

"Fuck yes", Yoongi full on moans, squeezing around the base of his cock, "I'm the luckiest fucking bastard, baby. You’re so goddamn perfect."

He climbs on the bed behind your head, hovering his cock over your face. You can smell him so well like this. Sweet like your pussy and addicting like his cock.

You tilt your head back, sticking your tongue out further.

Yoongi curses and cups your cheek just to move your head into his prefered position. Seconds later you feel his cock glide into your mouth. He tastes like you and his own pleasure. Sweet and a little salty. It’s a nice combination because it tastes like a good and satisfying fuck.

"That's it", he rasps and sucks in air through his teeth, "fuck", he releases it again.

Yoongi keeps holding your face, using his other hand to support his cock. He rocks back and forth slowly, watching in delight as your lips move around his girth.

"Good girl, the best girl", he rasps and scrunches his nose in bliss, "fuck baby."

You moan around his cock, basking in the sensations like a hungry animal. You love getting your face fucked by your husband. His cock tastes so goddamn good.

He laughs lazily and rolls his hips deeper, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. You whimper happily, welcoming him with a tingling stomach.

"So good, that’s so good", he lulls with a dizzy head.

His fingers slip from your face to trace your throat instead. He feels it bulge each time he bottoms out, basking in the sensation of your gag and the happy moan that follows. He can feel his balls rub against your face, cursing them for being so goddamn heavy and sensitive. If they weren’t, he wouldn't have to shiver each time he feels your nose against them or the softness of the blindfold.

You moan around him again, throat tight and wet and oh so warm.

"Seriously", he hisses, eyes falling closed, "I'm close baby", he croaks out and finally moans. He doesn’t care that he overshadows your sounds. He feels them around his cock nonetheless and he needs to let those sounds out before he goes insane. Holding back as he fucked your pussy was bearable but not this. Not fucking your face. It feels like fucking paradise and Yoongi needs to moan.

Somehow you seem to begin meeting his movements because of his moans, sucking on his cock as if your life depended on it. Your husband has the sexiest voice, crafted especially for moans. You love when he lets go and lets them out.

"I'm really fucking close", he croaks, breath trembling and throat rattling in a deep moan. He is throbbing inside you, dripping down your throat. Every movement feels like sweet torture, his balls are so fucking tight that he could explode.

You encourage him with a sweet moan, sending the vibrations of it all through his body. You need his cum so bad.

"Baby", Yoongi growls loudly and pulls out just to fucking abuse his cockhead with rapid jerks of his hand, "baby now", he moans deliciously, thrusting his hips against nothing as his cock squirts all over your face. He is shaking like crazy, head thrown back and cock fucking his own hand.

You love this so much, welcoming the warm facial with your tongue sticking out and your eyes producing happy tears.

Yoongi comes down with a graphic curse, slacking and falling on his butt right behind you.

"Holy shit", he croaks, panting heavily.

You mewl and tilt your head back. With one lick your lips are cleaned. You swallow happily, making Yoongi purr deeply.

"You're so sexy", he rasps, "fuck baby, give me a moment. I'll free you."

Yoongi opens your hand ties first, soothing your wrists with soft kisses.

"Good girl", he praises, “does anything hurt, baby?”

“No, it’s just a little sore, but it’s not bad.”

“Okay. I’ll massage them for you later, promise”, he says, kissing each of your wrists once more before moving on to your legs.

He cuts through the ropes. That's what he does. He uses the knife to cut the ropes and it is glorious.

"Really? Again?" you laugh, "we lost so much rope already because of you.”

"I'm too lazy. I can’t be bothered", he says in a chuckle, helping you move your legs to stretch them out and get them relaxed again.

"Mhhm honey, that’s nice", you sigh.

"That's good. You did really well with the ties", he praises, setting your legs down so they were tangling over the edge of the bed.

He pulls the ruined pillow from under you, throwing it on the ground.

"That one's ruined", he says.

"It's your fault", you throw back, making him chuckle.

"I know, I don’t feel guilty", he says, pulling you into a sitting position to take off your blindfold.

You have to blink a few times to get used to the new freedom. When his face finally appears out of the blurriness, he is smiling. He cups your cheeks, wiping your tears away.

"You cried."

"It felt so good", you answer him, making his eyes soften.

"My pretty girl", he whispers, tilting your head up for a sweet kiss.

You feel so giddy, melting in his hands like a chocolate drop in the sun.

Yoongi breaks the kiss just to continue gazing at you.

"Thank you", he whispers.

"For what?" you whisper back, holding his waist.

"For taking my mind off of today. I seriously wanted to set the whole world on fire."

"Don't. You know I’m always here when you need me", you say, making his eyes sparkle in adoration.

"And I'm here whenever you need me, baby. You can count on me. You know that, don’t you?" he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

"I know", you promise him, reaching up to twist his hair just to make sure he doesn’t leave, "I know baby, I know."

Yoongi nods his head and caresses your temples, letting you know that he is so, so grateful for everything you do but most of all for your existence.

"Fuck", he exhales deeply, "now all I gotta do is go down and face them. Shit, I don’t wanna. I don’t know what to tell them."

"Then don’t. Take a bath with me, let me take a look at the cuts and forget about them for tonight. Sleep. Rest. I promise you'll think of something. There's still tomorrow."

"I guess you’re right."

"I'm always right", you say, making him chuckle and peck your forehead.

"You're lucky I love you", he whispers with a smile.

"I love you too", you say with a grin, standing up just to pull him into a kiss as you guide him to the ensuite bathroom.

And Yoongi follows gladly, forgetting all about the messy future waiting for him tomorrow.

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btsqualityy · 2 years ago

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BTS Dating Series #1: How You Meet Each Other

Members x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff

Summary: The two of you meet for the first time.

Warnings: None to note.

Author’s Note: This is the first part of the Dating Series! If you’ve read any of my other series in the past, you should be familiar with some of these storylines but I thought it’d be nice to go back to the beginning! Today is also the four year anniversary of when I started to write BTS fanfic on this blog so thank you to everyone who has supported me thus far! I love you all and hope you enjoy it!

Kim Seokjin

“I really don’t understand why you’re dragging me here,” Jin huffed as his older brother dragged him to the door of a local flower shop.

“I’m telling you, you have to meet this girl!” Seok-joong insisted as he opened the door for the two of them to step inside. “She’s so sweet and nice and a looker too, if I do say so myself.”

“Ok, even if she is, don’t you think it’s kind of weird for you to bring a random guy in here to meet her?” Jin wondered.

“Once you see her, you’ll understand,” Seok-joong replied. The customer that had been standing at the counter turned around and walked away after receiving a small bouquet and Jin let out an involuntary gasp once he saw you. You had on a shirt that had the name of the flower shop embroidered onto it and you also were wearing an apron, but Jin thought you were the most gorgeous woman that he had ever set eyes on.

“Told ya,” Seok-joong smirked when he saw how awe-struck his younger brother was. Jin didn’t pay him any attention though, instead moving over to you until he was standing at the counter.

“Hello, do you have an order?” You asked and Jin shook his head as he leaned against the counter.

“No but your gorgeous face is making me want to purchase every single flower in here,” he replied, and you felt your cheeks warming up in embarrassment.

“Well, can I help you with anything?”

“Yeah, allow me the honor of taking you out on a date,” Jin said.

“I’m sorry but I don’t even know you,” you responded.

“That’s what a date is for!” Jin exclaimed. “We can get to know each other and if you decide you hate my guts, then no harm done.”

“I doubt that I’d hate your guts,” you laughed.

“Ok, how about this? If I tell you a joke and you laugh, you have to let me take you out,” he suggested. “Ok?”

“Alright.

“What does the universe do when it wants to have a party?” He asked and you shrugged your shoulders. “They planet.” Despite your efforts to hold back, you couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto your face that was quickly followed by a loud giggle. “So, what do you say?”

“Ok, you can take me out,” you relented.

“Great, we can exchange numbers?” Jin offered, smiling widely when you nodded in agreement.

Min Yoongi

“Hey, don’t look now,” your best friend, making you look up at her. “But Suga from BTS is checking you out.”

“Shut up,” you chuckled. “Where?”

“Over your shoulder, to your right,” she told you and trying to play it cool, you glanced over your right shoulder and sure enough, you saw him sitting at the bar with a glass of dark liquid in his hand.

“Hm, he’s cuter in person than he is on TV,” you joked as you turned back to look at your best friend.

“You’re terrible Y/N,” she laughed. “Oh shit, he’s headed this way.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep,” she nodded, sliding off of her stool and standing up straight. “I’m gonna let you have your moment but if he turns out to be a weirdo, don’t be afraid to yell, ok?”

“Alright,” you agreed before watching her walk away. As you went back to sipping your drink, you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder and when you turned your head to look, you saw him standing right in front of you.

“Hello,” he said. “I’m Min Yoongi.”

“Y/N L/N,” you replied, extending your hand and shaking his that was already outstretched. “So, am I special to you or something?”

“Huh?”

“You introduced yourself as Min Yoongi and not Suga,” you told him.

“Oh, well I always use my real name with important people,” he said.

“And you think I’m gonna be important?”

“Let’s just say...I have a hunch,” he smirked.

“Well, why don’t you buy me a drink so that we can test out that hunch?” You suggested and Yoongi nodded his head as he sat down on the stool next to you.

Kim Namjoon

“Hey, you almost ready?” Yoongi asked Namjoon as they stood backstage at a local underground hip hop club. “It’s almost time for us to go up.”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” Namjoon nodded. As a way to have some fun and as a little treat for whatever ARMYs might be in attendance, Namjoon and Yoongi had decided to go back to the underground hip hop club that they frequented pre-debut and do a set there.

“Alright, how we feeling tonight?” The announcer asked the crowd, being met by large cheers. “As a special event, we have two of the rappers from the idol group BTS performing tonight so please, give them a round of applause!” Namjoon and Yoongi ran up onto the stage then, waving to the crowd that was up on their feet at the sight of the two men who were considered legends in the underground scene.

“I’m Bangtan Sonyeondan’s Rap Monster,” Namjoon introduced himself.

“I’m Bangtan Sonyeondan’s Suga,” Yoongi said before waving to the crowd. “We’re gonna do a few songs for you guys, if that’s alright?” The crowd cheered wildly and with that, the music started and the show began. As they performed, Namjoon couldn’t help but to notice a woman standing on the right side of the stage who was dancing along to the music, vibing and singing along to every lyric. Now, he always noticed the fans that had that type of energy but something else was drawing him towards you.

What felt like all too soon to Namjoon, their set ended and the crowd went wild. As soon as they stepped off stage, Namjoon walked over to where you were standing, making your eyes widen when you noticed him approaching you.

“Uh, hi,” Namjoon said awkwardly.

“Hello,” you smiled.

“I couldn’t help but to notice you from the stage,” he murmured. “You’re familiar with our songs?”

“You could call me a fan,” you nodded. “And I saw how you kept looking over in my direction.”

“Well, would you maybe want to go out sometime?” Namjoon asked. “That is, if you want to, and if you’re single, and if-”

“I’d love to,” you cut him off, laughing at how shocked he looked to be cut off. “What day is good for you?”

Jung Hoseok

"Y/N!" Your friend Seo-hyun exclaimed as she opened the door to her apartment.

"Hi Seo," you giggled as she surged forward and threw her arms around you in a hug. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you!" She smiled, letting you go and waving you into the apartment. You stepped inside, looking around to see that the party was well underway although it had only started an hour prior.

"Go mingle," Seo-hyun encouraged you. "I think Mina and Chaeyoung and the others are in the kitchen."

"Ok cool," you nodded with a smile and with a last one armed hug, you walked into the kitchen where sure enough, Mina and Chaeyoung and some of your other friends were hanging out.

"Hi Y/N!" Mina exclaimed.

"Hi guys," you greeted everyone, even though there were two new faces that you didn't recognize.

"Y/N-ah, this is Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok," Chaeyoung introduced them and you smiled.

"Hi," you said.

"Nice to meet you Y/N-ssi," Jimin replied.

"Yes, very nice to meet you," Hobi smirked, making you roll your eyes.

"Any drinks in here?" You asked Mina. "Work sucked today and I need some alcohol."

"I'll make you something," Mina giggled. As she set about making your drink, everyone else fell into conversation and you somehow ended up next to Hoseok.

"So, are you single?" Hobi wondered.

"You know, you could ask how I'm doing first," you shot back.

"Ok. How are you?" He asked and you raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm...fine," you replied. "How are you?"

"Great, now that I've met you," he smirked and you couldn't help but to chuckle.

"Do other girls really fall for those lines?"

"Usually, most girls do," he admitted with a nod. "I'm a little surprised that they're not working on you though, not gonna lie."

"Here's your drink Y/N," Mina said as she handed you a cup. You took it from her, turning around to face Hoseok afterward.

"Well, I'm not most girls," you smirked before turning and walking out of the kitchen.

"Don't I know it?" Hobi smiled to himself.

Park Jimin

“Jimin, let’s go over what we’re going to do in the next competition,” Hobi said but he stopped when he saw that Jimin was standing in place, seemingly frozen. “Jimin-ssi? Hello? Jiminie?”

“Huh?” Jimin said as he snapped out of his thoughts and looked over at Hobi. “Oh, sorry hyung. What were you saying?”

“I was talking about the competition but something else clearly has your attention,” Hobi chuckled.

“Not something hyung, but someone,” Jimin murmured, motioning with his head over to his right. When Hobi looked over, he saw you talking to a member of Twice but he had never seen you before so he figured that you might be a part of their management or something. One thing he did know though: you were absolutely gorgeous.

“Holy shit,” Hobi muttered. “She’s beautiful.”

“So beautiful,” Jimin nodded and Hobi could recognize that lovesick look from anywhere.

“Go talk to her,” Hobi encouraged.

“I can’t! What if she’s working?” Jimin shot back. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, Hobi walked over to where you were now standing alone.

“Hello, I’m j-hope from BTS and my member and dongsaeng over there, Jimin,” Hobi said as he pointed over his shoulder. “He thinks you’re gorgeous and wants to talk to you, but he’s too worried that you’re working.”

“I’m not working,” you giggled. “Tell him to come over here.”

“Great,” Hobi grinned before turning around and walking back to Jimin. “She’s not working and she wants to talk to you too o go for it.”

“Thanks hyung,” Jimin sighed before walking over to you. “Hello, I’m Park Jimin.”

“Y/N L/N,” you replied.

“So, are you just a fan of Twice then?” He wondered, motioning to the Twice lightstick in your hand.

“Kind of,” you confirmed. “Jihyo and I have been friends since we were kids so I came to support them.”

“Well, I saw you over here and thought you were gorgeous,” he gushed, making you smile. “Do you think, maybe, you’d want to go out with me sometime?”

“Sure,” you nodded. “I’d like that, Jimin-ssi.”

Kim Taehyung

“Come on Y/N!” Your friend, Yoona, whined.

“I said no,” you chuckled.

“But this guy is perfect for you!” She exclaimed. “He’s funny and unique and nice and kind of out there, if I’m being honest.”

“Oh wow, sounds exactly like the opposite of what my type is,” you laughed.

“Well, that can be a good thing,” Yoona shot back. “And besides, after your last boyfriend, it’s probably a good idea for you to go outside of your comfort zone.”

“Yoona.”

“Just give the guy a chance,” she begged. “Please?”

“Fine,” you relented to her excited squeals. “Do I at least get to know who this guy is?”

“Nope because if I tell you, you won’t go,” she replied. “Just trust me, please.”

“Alright,” you replied wearily. That’s how exactly how you found yourself walking into an upscale restaurant in Seoul four days later, dressed impeccably.

“Hello, reservation for Kim at 7:30?” You said to the maître d and he nodded before leading you through the restaurant and to a table in the back of the room. Sitting there, to your disbelief, was Kim Taehyung, who was better known as V from BTS.

“Holy shit,” you uttered and Taehyung chuckled as he stood up from the table. “Is this a joke?”

“Are you Y/N?” He asked, waiting until you nodded your head to continue. “Well, then it’s not a joke.”

“You’re Yoona’s friend?” You huffed.

“That I am,” Taehyung confirmed. “If this is too weird for you, you don’t have to stay.”

“No, no, I’m just surprised,” you chuckled. “But I’ll stay.”

“Good,” Taehyung smirked. “Because I’d love to get to know you.”

Jeon Jungkook

So, who's all coming today?" You asked your friend Hyoyeon as you both stood outside of Lotte World, waiting for your other friends to arrive.

"The usual people," she shrugged. "Soo-jung, Jaehyun, Byung-soo, Sung-wan, and Yerim. Oh, and Jungkook."

"Jungkook?" You echoed. "Jeon Jungkook, from BTS? The super shy one?" You knew of Jungkook, seeing as though the two of you went to the same high school. However, due to his commitments to the group, he was never there often.

"Yep, that one," Hyoyeon confirmed.

"He doesn't seem like the hangout type," you murmured. "He was always super shy in school."

"Well, he was also never there," Hyoyeon pointed out. "I'd be nervous in a place that I barely went to as well. But don't worry, Jaehyun said that he's cool once you get to know him."

"Alright," you shrugged. Just then, a large group of people came bounding up to you and you instantly recognized them as your friends. You all exchanged greetings and once you got to Jungkook, you smiled before bowing slightly at him.

"Hello," you greeted happily. "I'm Y/N."

"I remember, from school," Jungkook smiled as he bowed to you. "Jeon Jungkook."

"I remember," you repeated, making him chuckle. As you looked him over, Jungkook definitely seemed different than what you remembered him as. In school, he was always shrugging in on himself, almost as if he were trying to make himself disappear and he hadn't fully grown into his facial features either. Now, he stood tall (and tall he was) and squared his shoulders as he greeted everyone with what was possibly the brightest smile you had ever seen in your life.

For Jungkook, you were just as beautiful as he remembered you to be. He'd see you around school and he always thought that you were gorgeous when you listened animatedly to the things that your friends had to say. He would try to work up the courage to talk to you but he never seemed to be able to and before he knew it, you both graduated and he never saw you again.

Until today.

"So, who's ready to go have fun?!" Soo-jung exclaimed and everyone cheered as you headed towards the entrance. As you all did, Jungkook grabbed onto Jaehyun's shirt sleeve and pulled him back in order to whisper to him.

"What's the deal on Y/N?" He wondered and Jaehyun looked at him quizzically.

"What do you mean?"

"Is she single, or seeing someone?" Jungkook elaborated.

"Oh," Jaehyun laughed in understanding. "No, she's single but I don't know if you wanna go barking that tree up."

"Why not?"

"Y/N can be very....outspoken and opinionated and I don't know if she'd be willing to talk to you in that way," Jaehyun explained.

"Why not?" Jungkook questioned. "I'm not as shy as I used to be!"

"No, I know but still," Jaehyun shrugged. "Look, if you wanna try to talk to her, go for it. All I'm saying is don't be surprised if it doesn't work out." As Jaehyun turned and ran to catch up with the group, Jungkook couldn't help but to smile to himself.

"Oh, I'm gonna go for it alright," Jungkook muttered to himself before jogging after his friends.

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thebangtancloud · 3 years ago

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Another Member Likes You As Well ~ BTS Reactions

Kim Namjoon:

"Hyung, I need to tell you something."

Namjoon looked up from his book, nodding distractedly and pointing to the chair in front of him. Jungkook walked over, clearing his throat just as Namjoon turned the corner of the page into a little bookmark before he set it down.

"What's up? Are you feeling sick again?"

Jungkook shook his head. "No, hyung. I never- I mean... I was never sick."

"What are you talking about? You had a fever yesterday," Namjoon frowned in confusion.

"That wasn't a fever," Jungkook sighed, rubbing his hands together anxiously. "I just chickened out."

"Out of what?"

"The reason why I couldn't drop (Y/n) home last night was not that I had a fever," he swallowed thickly. "Or pretended to have a fever. I was really nervous to be alone with her."

Namjoon's eyebrows flew up at his words, but he remained silent.

"It's just a stupid crush, I promise! I'll get over it before you know, I swear... I just really needed to tell you this because the guilt has been killing me. You got really upset when I refused to drop her home and I panicked so I told you that I had a fever. I just-"

"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon smiled gently. "Don't worry. It's alright."

Jungkook's eyes widened, somehow mirroring Namjoon's smile. "Really? I'm sorry for all of this, I know it's super awkward. But please, don't tell (Y/n). I won't ever be able to look her in the eye."

"Don't worry," Namjoon chuckled at the nervous look in the younger one's eyes. "I won't tell her. I'm sorry for yesterday, I must've made you feel really uncomfortable. I didn't know."

"Are you not... angry?" asked Jungkook.

A burst of warm laughter bubbled through Namjoon's chest.

"I'm not. Three weeks ago it was Taehyung telling me this. I thought I should be worried, but I'm surprised that I'm not." Namjoon patted Jungkook's shoulder before he stood up.

"I guess I've been blessed with a gorgeous girlfriend. The least everyone could do is like her. Plus, I trust you guys with my life, so chill. I'm not angry with either of you."

Jungkook stared off into the distance with a blank look, blinking at his hyung's words before a knowing smile grew on his face.

"But a few weeks is all you need to get over it, alright?"

"Yes, sir."

Kim Seokjin:

"Psst, Jin."

Jin turned at the sound of the little whisper that floated towards him, a hand grabbing at his jacket and gently tugging him to the side. Jin cleared his throat nonchalantly, adjusting his hair and nodding down at you who were looking around nervously.

"What is it?"

"You know when you said we should tell everyone we're dating?" You mumbled, briefly catching Hoseok's eye from across the room and smiling.

"Yeah?" Jin followed your gaze but there were too many people in the room to know who you smiled at.

"I think we should do that, soon."

Rubbing at his eye, Jin frowned at the sudden suggestion.

"What's happened?"

With a nervous laugh, you pulled at the loose strings of your shirt.

"Hoseok just asked me if we could have dinner tomorrow night."

Jin couldn't help but laugh at your words, turning to see Hoseok stretching his legs with Jimin. "He did?"

"Yeah, he also said that he 'wants to know me more', is that weird?"

"Uh..." Jin swallowed in thought. "I'm... not too sure? That's how I asked you out too, and since they don't know we're dating, I'm sure he wanted to do the same."

You nodded with a frown. "Oh."

"Is it making you uncomfortable? Should I talk to him?"

"Could we both tell him, maybe? I don't wanna make him feel bad, he was really sweet."

Jin nodded with a soft smile. "Alright. We'll tell him after our practice, okay?"

You patted his chest fondly, letting your fingers linger on his jacket before they dropped beside you.

"Thank you."

"Anything for my girl."

Min Yoongi:

"I think Jimin has his eye on your girlfriend."

Yoongi nearly choked on his coffee, turning around and facing the staff member who was blow-drying his hair.

"My girlfriend?" Yoongi couldn't help but try to divert the attention to the fact that a staff member knows that he has a girlfriend, rather than his words that suggested that Jimin likes his girlfriend.

The staff member's eyes widened in realization, completely dropping the topic and gently turning Yoongi's head back to face the mirror.

"What girlfriend are you talking about?" Yoongi probed, shrugging off his hand and turning to face him again.

The staff member cleared his throat in response.

"Hello?" Yoongi waved a hand in his face.

"Um," the man looked a little uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, I saw you both in the morning. I guess I just put two and two together."

Yoongi's lips rolled into a tight line, a light blush burning his ears as he turned to sit properly in his chair. What else could he do? A staff member just told him he had seen the two of you cuddling in the dressing room?

"So, uh..." Yoongi took a sip of his coffee. "What makes you think Jimin has an eye on her?"

"I am such a terrible person," the staff member grumbled with a groan. "I overheard him talking to Jungkook while I was doing his hair."

"What was he saying?" Yoongi didn't want to seem desperate to know, but he was slowly beginning to lose his cool.

"He said that he hopes no one beats him to it."

"It? Beats him to what?"

"To asking (Y/n) out."

Yoongi almost couldn't stop the snort that escaped his nose, a deep smirk growing on his face.

"That idiot doesn't know he already lost."

"Guess you've got some competition," The staff member tried to tease him, but the sudden death glare that greeted him through the mirror made him fall silent.

"He's competing in a game he can never win."

Jung Hoseok:

"Oooh!"

A fascinated sound escaped Hoseok's mouth, eyes skimming through the letters on the page of Yoongi's notebook.

"Hyung! These are pretty good!"

"Are you bringing in your work too? We should start soon." Yoongi sat down on his chair with a brief nod.

"Yes, I have them on my drive. Are we waiting for..." Hoseok suddenly trailed off, eyes focused on the ink on the paper.

"Yeah, Namjoon will be here soon. He's getting some food," Yoongi filled in.

"'Source of inspiration: (Y/n)'?" Hoseok read out loud, looking up at Yoongi. "The genre of this song is romance? Am I missing something?"

"I thought of writing this song about the day she first came to meet us all. She looked really pretty," Yoongi spoke with a smile.

Hoseok's jaw fell open, blinking down at the book in a daze.

"Hyung, she's my girlfriend."

The room suddenly fell eerily silent, both the men looking at each other awkwardly before Hoseok repeated himself.

"She's my girlfriend."

"Ah," Yoongi ran a hand along his face. "You should've told me. I didn't know."

"I mean, yeah," Hoseok frowned. "I was planning on telling you all tonight over dinner."

"Alright. Just tear that page and take it with you." Yoongi pointed to the notebook that had about half of it filled with lyrics about you.

"I'm sorry, things just got super awkward. Let's forget this ever happened."

"Yeah," Hoseok somehow agreed, glancing up at his hyung one last time. "I guess we should."

"Don't worry, I won't write anything about her again."

"Maybe we could turn this into a song as well. You liking my girlfriend and all..." Hoseok suddenly laughed at the idea that popped up in his mind.

Yoongi nodded, flipping him off before turning around to reach for his phone.

"Get out."

Park Jimin:

"You look like you're blushing," Jimin giggled, briefly glancing at Namjoon who was sitting in the passenger seat with his phone in his hands before looking back at the road. "Who are you talking to?"

"(Y/n)," Namjoon locked his phone and slipped it between his thighs. "She's so funny, I can't help but enjoy talking to her."

"I do too," Jimin smiled to himself, turning to look out the window to hide the pink hue that tainted his cheeks. Sniffling, he looked down at the hanbok that he was wearing, deciding to change the topic.

"I really like this punishment, hanbok's are awesome. Who knew we'd be filming the first episode with me wearing a traditional outfit?"

"Yeah, cutie," Namjoon pulled at Jimin's cheek. "I wish I lost that game too. It seems like (Y/n) has a thing for guys who wear hanboks."

Jimin touched his nose, blinking lamely at the road. That was suddenly a lot to process, and Jimin seemed to be struggling a little. The little teenager in him was screaming at the fact that you like guys who wear hanboks, given the outfit that he was currently wearing. Yet, he couldn't help but feel his heart sink just a little at the way you had shared this piece of information about yourself with Namjoon, and the fact that Namjoon wishes he was the one who was wearing a hanbok.

"Ah, nice."

"She told me you looked cute today," Namjoon picked up his phone to open his chat with you. Jimin swallowed, feeling his cheeks burn even more and trying to distract himself by humming a song as he took a wide turn.

"See," Namjoon waited for the car to stop at the signal, holding the phone up for Jimin to read the message.

(Y/n): Jimin looked so cute in his little hanbok today! Pink is the way to my heart. <33

"Little hanbok?" Jimin felt like melting in his seat, the embarrassment now evident to Namjoon.

"She basically said you found a way to her heart, dummy. I know you don't like her, so be a little easy on me, okay? I want to show her my hanbok's too."

Jimin couldn't help the loud thought that ran through his head.

I like her. What do you mean I don't like her?

"Sucks that I can't carry pink well, maybe I'll have to find another way," Namjoon continued to murmur under his breath.

"She likes me, hyung." Jimin suddenly caught Namjoon's hand. Namjoon looked over in confusion.

"She said she likes my little hanbok, she called me cute and said that I found a way to her heart. That means she likes me, right?"

"Uh..."

"She likes me."

(Bonus GIF of Jimin in a pink hanbok, cuz why not?)

Kim Taehyung:

"You what?!" Taehyung screamed across the hall, numerous heads turning to look at Taehyung's wide eyes.

"Shh!" you scolded him in a hushed whisper. "Don't make a scene."

"Are you for real?" Taehyung gasped, holding your arm possessively and pulling you behind him when Seokjin suddenly made his way over to the two of you. "How could you have said yes?"

"How could I have said no?" you retaliated with a little slap to his shoulder.

"Are you missing the point here?" He gave you a pointed look. "You're my girlfriend, and you agreed to be his date to the afterparty? What logic is that?"

"She said yes, suck it up," Jin teased him with a smirk, holding a hand up for you to give him a high-five.

"She's mine," Taehyung pushed his hand away, eyes widening dramatically when he noticed that you had already raised your hand towards Jin.

"(Y/n)?!" Taehyung turned towards you completely. "Are you really doing this right now? He's winning!"

"I couldn't have said no, Taehyung! We were literally on a video call with Jimmy Fallon and Jin pulled me towards him when Jimmy asked who he would be sitting with tonight!"

"You do know that Jin hyung has a thing for you, right?" Taehyung's voice suddenly dropped to a whisper, his face leaning closer towards yours. "How could you have allowed him to do that?"

"Had, Taehyung, had. He doesn't, anymore."

"You don't know him, Jagiya. Everyone teases him about liking my girlfriend and he doesn't even deny it anymore!"

"You do know that I can hear you, right?" Jin suddenly spoke up.

"Hyung," Taehyung whined, turning to face Jin. "You can't take my girlfriend as your date, it doesn't work that way."

"She said yes," Jin smirked with a shrug. "Can't deny it now, can you?"

Taehyung groaned loudly, grabbing your arm and pouting at you.

"I'm not leaving you for a second, tonight. I've warned you. If I need to use the washroom, you're coming with me and that's final."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Truth or dare, Jungkook?"

"Truth," Jungkook sighed, stretching his legs out a little. "I can't take anymore dares, my battery has reached the red line."

Jin laughed at Jungkook's words, somehow too proud of himself that he just so happened to find the perfect question for him.

"What do you think about Taehyung liking (Y/n)?"

Taehyung's head popped up from the floor, a phone in his hand and the other raised up in question. "That came out of nowhere?"

"Tell me," Jin urged.

Jungkook began to giggle at the flustered look on Taehyung's face, shaking his head towards Jin.

"Nothing much."

"What do you mean nothing much?" Jin frowned, wanting to pull some drama from the two men. "Taehyung likes your girlfriend, shouldn't that make you feel uncomfortable?"

"You don't know the back story, do you?" Jungkook smirked at Jin, chuckling happily when Taehyung sprang up to hold a finger up in Jungkook's direction.

"Don't," Taehyung warned him.

"Tell me, tell me!" Jin laughed heartily at the way Taehyung was now on his knees in front of Jungkook, a hand firmly held over his mouth to stop him from talking.

"Aye," Jin moved forwards to push Taehyung away. "Tell me, I wanna know."

"(Y/n) rejected him," Jungkook giggled, ducking away when Taehyung almost smacked his head.

"She did?!" Jin was too excited at the revelation. "How?"

"She told him she liked me. This was even before we started dating," Jungkook nodded proudly.

Taehyung grumbled, sitting back down and picking up his phone.

"I can't believe you just told Jin hyung that. Jin hyung of all people! Now the whole world will know about this!"

"Jimin-ah! Come here! I have some great news!"

Masterlist.

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Notes: HELLO! Oh my god, I know I said this was gonna be posted weeks ago, but I had so many things to fix and then so much to add in. But now it's finally here! And I'm literally sO excited to share it with you guys! I hope you guys like it! Requested by anon, hope you like it dove! Humongous shout out to @jinpanman for helping me out with this, and reading my terrible first draft! I literally owe her my kidney right now lmaooo. Love ya, doll! Have fun reading you guys, and let me know what you think!! 「 ──────── 」 Summary: All Jin knew was the ropes of a boxing ring, the pain of broken limbs. He grew up in this life, making a name for himself, the path that his father had carved out for him. He knew nothing of a gentle touch and soft whispers and a sweet girl who had no business around the likes of him. Genre: Fluff (?), Angst, Smut. Boxer!Au Word count: 17.7k (remember when I said Hearing Voices was the longest thing I'll ever write?? Lmaooo) Warnings: Description of violence, mentions of blood. Smoking, Smut, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids!), Oral m receiving. Swearing. 〘��❒◊❒◊❒◊❒〙 "It's way too loud in here." Yoongi groans as he sits down in the usual booth, tossing his leather jacket on the table with a frown. Seokjin goes to comment that he always says that. Anywhere that's not the quiet, peaceful solitude of his apartment was too loud for him, and that he should suck it up, because it isn't very often they get to hangout in a place that's not the Boxing Gym. Namjoon slides in behind him with a smile, eyes turning into crescent moons and dimples coming out of hiding. Seokjin barely pays them mind as he sits opposite them, his eyes scanning the length of the bar to find a distracted Hoseok not ordering drinks like he said he was going to do. He sighs quietly, but allows him his moment with the pretty blonde stranger he was chatting up. Seokjin notices the way he already has her wrapped around his finger, with the way she covers her smile with a hand, the other resting against his chest as he flirted with everything he had. He catches sight of the bartender Jimin, a chipper younger man, sending a smile that reaches his eyes before his lips move. His blonde hair looks pink in the low red lighting of the bar's neon bulbs, and he sends him a wave, one that Seokjin returns tiredly with an equally tired smile. Yoongi and Namjoon are talking about something in quiet voices, the elder of the two stopping to look around when he notices Hoseok's prolonged absence. He spots him in the same position that Seokjin had and rolls his eyes, never subtle in his actions or hiding how he feels. What he gives is what you get with Min Yoongi.

"Alright, we've lost him." He says, shaking his head, and Seokjin offers to retrieve the drinks, and Hoseok. He approaches the bar first, catching Hoseok's double take and his sheepish smile that Seokjin waves off with a shake of his head. In all honesty, Seokjin wouldn't have minded if the man ditched their small group for the company of the girl he was talking to. It's been a rough couple of months for Hosesok, with him ending things badly with his girlfriend of two years for infidelity on her part - he was glad that Hoseok was finally feeling up to trying something again - even if it was only one night of indulgence. Hoseok sends him a grateful smile, turning back to his new companion to continue their conversation. "Jin! The usual?" Jimin spots him, coming over and leaning close, dark eyebrows raised with a question he technically didn't have to ask. He's been a frequent at this hole-in-the-wall bar long enough for Jimin to memorize his order and have it ready as soon as he walked in. He's always asked, though, just to be sure of his preference for the night and for the sake of his friends that he came with. He rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, crucifix earrings dangling as he tilts his head, waiting for an answer. "Make it three this time, Jimin." He says, leaning close to the bar

too, so Jimin could hear him over the music. He feels the buzz of his phone in his jeans pocket, and spots the visage of Hoseok leaving with the girl and throwing a thumbs up his way just out of the corner of his eye. Seokjin taps his fingers against the wooden top of the bar counter, eyeing the fading bruises on his knuckles with disdain and a bitter taste in his mouth. A small cut that splits through the arch of his brow throbs lightly with his thoughts, barely healed, still fresh and irritated. Jimin returns with three tumblers of whiskey in hand not long after. "We'll be here for a while." "I'll put it on your tab, then. Let me know if you need anything else!" Jimin waves him off with a bright smile, shuffling away to deal with a man waving him over. It was a busy night, and Seokjin wonders how Jimin manages working by himself bustling around like a bee. Seokjin had barely turned around when someone bumps into him, his fast reflexes kick in, and he raises the drinks to avoid spilling on himself. He couldn't help the glare he sends the man's way. He looks to be about Jimin's age and too drunk to stand straight, if the girl next to him practically holding up his weight was anything to go by. "Taehyung, for heaven's sake!" You peek around him, looking less than pleased - clearly done with his antics for the night and look up at Seokjin with wide eyes, "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you. Did you spill your drinks? I can buy them back -" "It's fine, don't worry about it," Seokjin offers the second tired smile for the night. He would have called you cute - with your floral printed blouse and blue jeans cuffed at the ankles - if he wasn't so irritated and this Taehyung fellow was looking like he was going to be sick. And Seokjin would be damned if that boy throws up on him. You begin to protest, shifting Taehyung's weight against you, the boy letting out a string of incomprehensible words that are slurred and jumbled, but Seokjin shrugs, tilting his head, "Really, no harm done." He leaves you, just as you ask Jimin for a bottle of water to sober up your friend, and he carefully makes his way back to his booth. Yoongi eyes him curiously when he sits down, dark eyes sharp and calculating, and Namjoon asks after Hoseok. Before Seokjin could reply to Namjoon, Yoongi cuts in. "What was that about?" He asks, pulling his tumbler to him, the ice cubes clinking together softly. He cocks a brow, waving a hand at a nearby girl who was now giving her friend an earful. "Nothing, the guy just bumped into me, drunk off his ass." "Kids these days," Namjoon mumbles and Yoongi snorts into his drink, turning his head to face him. "Compared to me and Jin, you are a kid." "I'm twenty-five!" "Still a kid," Yoongi snarks, and quietly they chat about things that don't involve work and Seokjin was glad for the distraction. Remembering Namjoon’s previous question, he tells them that Hoseok left with someone and Yoongi nods, "At least one of us is getting some." His eyes wander as their voices fade and muddle together and he finds you at the bar rolling your eyes as you rub circles into your friend's back, looking like a mother scolding her child. "--right, Jin?" Seokjin turns his head so quickly it could've given him whiplash. He isn't sure if he had been caught staring, but Yoongi's barely hidden smirk left little to be desired and Seokjin feels heat climbing up his neck. Namjoon and Yoongi had clearly been in a heated discussion, half of it he missed, and Seokjin nods dumbly without knowing what he just agreed to. Namjoon slumps in his seat with a pout, looking much like a kid in that moment and Yoongi's smirk widens into a smile of gums and teeth, the apples of his cheeks softening the sharp edges of his eyes as they crease with a breathy laugh. He was clearly the victor of their debate and Seokjin can't help the chuckle that leaves him. "Oh, don't look now. That girl's coming over here," Seokjin perks up at Yoongi's words. He turns his head out of curiosity just in time to see you place three unopened beers on

their table. The dark bottles are already sweating in the warm air of the packed bar, running down the sides to soak into the wood of the table. "Hi, sorry my idiot friend bumped into you," You smile sweetly and Seokjin wonders briefly what a girl like you was doing in a bar like this. You look severely out of place with your shy smile and a rosy tint to your cheeks as you wipe your hands on the material of your jeans. You smell like peaches and cream and nice, above the heady scent of smoke and alcohol that surrounded the place. Seokjin can't actually ignore the fact that you called Taehyung your friend, the knowledge has him internally smiling. Something kicks against his leg causing him to wince and reach down to rub the sore spot. He catches Yoongi staring at him. Get it together, he seems to be saying. Seokjin realises that he was staring, kind of awestruck and stupid, and heat races to his ears and neck for the second time that night. Seokjin clears his throat, "Thanks, but I told you it was fine." "I didn't feel okay with it. Don't worry, Tae paid for them," Your soft laugh has Seokjin's stomach turning over and he frowns, quickly covering it with a smile so you won't misinterpret. He’s hyper aware of Yoongi and Namjoon staring between the both of you, though Namjoon is focused more on your pretty smile and Seokjin thanks you again. He watches you leave, walking back to your spot next to Taehyung who was slumped against the bar and he turns a sharp gaze to Yoongi. "What was that for?" "You were totally blowing it." Yoongi states, draining his glass and reaching for a beer. "Pretty girl says a few words and you're gaping like a fish." Seokjin scowls, eyes finding you again, though unwillingly, like he was just drawn to your form and deflates a bit in his seat as a man dressed in black approaches you. He wraps an arm around your waist and you smile the same smile you'd given him earlier. With a scowl, he looks away and focuses on his drink. 「 ──────── 」 "I had the wildest night bro. The things Venessa did with her tongue." Seokjin was really trying to focus. He pauses to fix Hoseok with a blank stare as he tries once again to regale him and Yoongi with last nights activities. He'd come in this morning wearing the same clothes from last night with a pep in step and the brightest smile they've seen in months, announcingthat he'd shower there. Now out of his jeans and tee-shirt combo, he'd stolen a pair of grey sweats from Yoongi and the spare tee-shirt that Seokjin kept in his locker that hung off a little on his lean frame. "We really don't want to know Hobi," Yoongi drawls, pulling a face. He was sitting on one of the chairs in the audience side, feet up on the thick rubber barricade, sipping on an iced americano. "Focus on what you're doing. We don't wanna hear about your sexcapades." Yoongi hides his blonde hair under a black cap, and Seokjin doesn't miss the way he duckes his head to hide his smile. He knows the man would rather combust than let the world know he was happy for his friend finally ending his pity party; residential tsundere, Yoongi was. Hoseok huffs, rolling his eyes as he straightens his stance. Seokjin takes a moment to roll the sleeves of his thin sports hoodie back up his arms, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He waits for Hoseok to put his hands back up and when he does, Seokjin starts punching at the focus pads with his closed fist. "You guys are so lame," Hoseok complains. The doors on the other side of the ring opens and in strolls Namjoon, looking much better than he did last night, considering that he got himself completely plastered and hanging off Yoongi. He kept the door open with a foot, talking to someone behind him. Seokjin spots a familiar black hoodie as the person comes through the doorway, and you trailing behind them looking a little bored and confused. Seokjin's fist misses Hoseok's palm completely, almost hitting him right in the face. "Dude!" Hoseok was just able to dodge, backing up a couple steps, watching him as though

he'd just seen his life flash before his eyes. And he may have well had, Seokjin wouldn't want to get hit by himself either. Yoongi's laugh reaches his ears, but Seokjin was well distracted, stripping off his red boxing gloves to stretch his sweating fingers. Hoseok was still eyeing him wearily as he takes the focus pads off and reaches for his water bottle at the ring post. Seokjin watches the boy you trail behind with some sort of feeling in his chest, the same sort of disdain he felt the night before. He’s tall, almost reaching Namjoon's height, wavy hair that curled at the ends and hung over his doe eyes. He was clearly athletic, the way his clothes clung to the defined muscles of his arms and legs told him as much. He seems young enough for the curiosity of a child to still be in his eyes as they dart around at everything to take it all in. Seokjin frowns slightly. Namjoon didn't say anything about bringing in someone new. He would usually discuss such things with him; his father owned this place after all. In that moment, between one thought and the next, Seokjin suddenly remembers something his mother would say: Speak of the devil, and he will appear. The doors Namjoon came through swings open once more, and Seokjin feels the muscle of his neck and shoulders bunch tightly at the sight of his father walking in. It was rare to see Kim Chi-won descend from his lofty office to mingle with the commoners, all slicked back salt-and-pepper hair, shining leather shoes and grey suit fresh from the dry cleaners. He greets Namjoon first with a smile and a slap on the back, nodding at everyone else like his own son wasn't standing metres away. "You must be Jeon. A pleasure to meet you my boy," Seokjin rolls his eyes at his father's over-friendly tone as he shakes the boy's hand. No one was unaffected by the tension in the room, and Jeon gives a tight smile and a nod. "We're always happy to receive new talents around here." This boy must be special for the big man himself to come and greet him, and Seokjin feels mild jealousy over the attention this newcomer is getting. When was the last time his father had ever spoken two words to him that wasn't about a match or telling him he needed to train harder to stay on top? Ever since he turned sixteen, he'd stopped treating him like his son, and more like the other men who'd come in looking for their shot at fame through blood and violence. Seokjin had grown up watching his father boxing, mostly through reruns on the TV when his mother had gone to sleep. He remembers sitting too close to the small TV in the even smaller living room, stuffing his face with popped corn and wincing at every blow his father would receive. He was the best of the best in his time, quick on his feet and his fist cracking like thunder on a stormy day. He remembers cheering loudly when his father won the heavyweight championship and waking his mother by jumping on her bed screaming, "Daddy did it! He did it!" He thought that he had to follow in his father's footsteps, and he was so excited when his father brought him to see his first match. That's where he met Namjoon, the son of his father's closest friend. Though they both sat in an office to watch the live screening instead of being a part of the screaming crowd down below,, it wasn't any less exciting to Seokjin. He remembers when his father taught him how to throw his first punch, and how proud he was that he earned his father’s approval. It’s all he ever wanted. He realised, however, when won his first championship match - the youngest to ever do so at eighteen - that underneath all the adrenaline and the excitement, it wasn't. He realised later, when his father had gotten an injury that kept him out of the ring, and his connection with the Gym's manager at that time landed him in the piles of money he now swaddled in. His father was only living off of the fame and the money that he brought to the table. Seokjin only ever wanted to make his father proud, to be the best like he was. It didn't matter that he'd run himself down training

harder than anyone else, moving like lightning in the ring. He wanted to see the smile his father gave him that time he threw his first punch and maybe a “well done, son, you did good”. When Seokjin lost his first match, he didn't get the comfort that he was looking for from his father. He didn't get the “you can't win them all” speech when he sat in his office under the white fluorescent bulbs. He instead got a cold, hard look from the man he looked up to, and no more than, "You need to train harder if you want to stay on top." So Seokjin trained harder still, day in and day out until it made him sick. He remembers how mad Namjoon was when he found him passed out in the training room, the earful he got when he woke up in the hospital and Namjoon looking like he was about to blow steam from his ears. Yoongi wasn't pleased, calmer than Namjoon in his reprimand, but no less upset. It would have looked funny to some, to see two men younger than him telling him off as though he was the youngest between them. But they cared so much, and monitored his training to make sure he didn't push himself too hard. Seokjin catches Hoseok's eye. It was no secret that Seokjin and his father didn't see eye-to-eye on the best days. Even Hoseok knew this and he's only been at the Boxing Gym for a year. Seokjin sighs, ducking under the rope and out of the ring, detesting the fact that he had to pass right by his father to get out. "Training hard?" Seokjin would have liked a better greeting than that, but he's so used to it now that the words went through his ears. He spots Jeon watching him with sparkling eyes, but ignores the boy as he faces his father. "Yes, sir." His father smiles, a tight uncomfortable expression that looks too rehearsed to be natural. The same smile he'd give to flashing cameras on the busiest of Friday nights. "Good lad. I expect you to be ready for that match next week." Seokjin clenches his jaw, forcing a smile, and he spots Namjoon barely shaking his head at him. "Of course, sir." He leaves it at that, turning to walk quickly to the doors. He just wants out. 「 ──────── 」 "Wasn't he cool!?" You're too tired for this. "Uh, which one? The stiff in the suit?" Jeongguk promptly smacks your arm, rolling his eyes, "No...I mean yeah he was kind of cool. But I'm talking about his son! Did you know that he was the youngest boxer ever to win the heavyweight championship?" "Yes, Guk. You've told me a million times," You roll your eyes at him now, fishing your keys from the pocket of your jeans. You've been on the receiving end of his fanboy rambles for years, you've learnt to let it go through one ear and out the next. You think the training was necessary, now that Jeongguk had finally wormed his way into the Boxing Gym and you just know that now that he'd be seeing his idol every day, it was only going to get worse. "I'm so jealous that you actually shared words with him last night! And you're treating it like it's no big deal!" He bounces on his heels, fidgeting restlessly as he waits for you to open the door. "That's because it isn't you dork! He's just a person." Before you can slot the key into the lock, the door to your apartment swings open and a grinning Taehyung immediately bombards Jeongguk with questions. "How'd it go? Did you get in? Did you see Seokjin??" Over their loud excited chatter and the both of them squealing like teenage girls, you hear the jingle of keys down the hall, and looking around Jeongguk's large frame you see your neighbor, Jimin, unlocking his door. He offers a tired wave and his best smile. He hadn't even changed out of his uniform, which was all sorts of rumpled. You'd left him working at the bar last night when Jeongguk had come to get you and Taehyung, and you hope he doesn't have classes today. "Can you two get inside?" You push Taehyung back by his shoulders, Jeongguk trails behind you, still talking a mile a minute. You really hadn't planned on doing anything today other than relaxing, as you didn't have any classes. You were

woken by the very loud knocking on your bedroom door, and a very excited Jeongguk behind your door begging you to come with him to the Boxing Gym. Taehyung was originally supposed to go with him. They’d agreed to that when Jeongguk told you he'd be training there last week, but Taehyung had drank too much last night - even after you'd reminded him of his lightweight self - and was too hungover to move. "Did you eat the soup I made you Tae?" You ask, wandering into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. Still hearing their mind-numbing conversation about boxing techniques and Jeongguk's schedule for the coming week. Honestly, you didn't really like the thought of him getting into boxing. As much as you would support his dream all the way, you hate the fact that he'd spend most of his days in a ring getting bloodied up. Not even knowing they always have a medic on site prevents you from worrying. "Yes mom," You roll your eyes at Taehyung's reply, muttering under your breath. You walk into the living room, catching just the end of Taehyung and Jeongguk's conversation. "Y/n thinks she's all cool, but I saw her making heart eyes at Seokjin." Jeongguk is sprawled out on the couch, and smirks at you when you enter the room, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You gawk at him for a moment, and you swear your soul leaves you as Taehyung raises his dark eyebrows at you. "She almost tripped when she saw him this morning," Jeongguk adds. "I did not you brat!" You contemplate hurling the bottle of water at Jeongguk's head, but knowing that he would catch it before it does any damage takes all the satisfaction out of it. "I didn't see the ledge in the doorway that's all!" You felt heat flush your cheeks despite yourself, and huff as you fold your arms. "At least I wasn't the one looking at him all starry-eyed." "I have my reasons! Don't turn this on me!" You feel good at the pink flush that rises to his cheeks and Taehyung's deep laugh. Jeongguk may be a nuisance, but he isn't a liar. You had indeed been watching Seokjin this morning, but can anyone blame you? When you saw him last night, you were honestly too worried about Taehyung to be distracted by him and his broad shoulders and dark hair. You'd gotten a good eyeful this morning, and you were thankful that he'd barely paid you mind, giving you the chance to look at him properly. "I'm going to bed," You hastily mutter, turning on your heel to petter down the hall to your room. "Okay, but we're celebrating later!" 「 ──────── 」 It’s been a good couple of days, and Seokjin is glad to say he hasn't seen his father since that new kid came in. A kid he still knows nothing about despite Seokjin's constant asking. Namjoon's lips are sealed tighter than an envelope. He refuses to tell him anything about him, saying that he should talk to the boy himself instead of badgering him about it. That little shit. He shuts the door to the Gym, the jingling of his keys a loud sound in the near empty street at this late hour, grumbling to himself as he locks up.

Kids these days, no respect for their eld- "You okay?" A hand lands on Seokjin's shoulder, and he drops his key chain, screaming loud enough that anyone else would think he was being murdered. He spins on his heel to find Yoongi, with a smirk that said he finally caught him, clearly amused by his reaction. Seokjin had been avoiding Yoongi for days, but he was unable to after they locked up the Gym for the night. He thought he'd gone home already - he was always one of the first people to leave once the threat of anyone getting hurt was no longer present. He couldn't shake the man even as he walks familiar dark streets towards the bar he likes, and Yoongi waits until they sit down and have drinks in their hands before he asks again. Seokjin grunts, watching the amber liquid in his glass when he swirls it, "M'fine." Yoongi raises a brow, clearly convinced. "Sure you are." The man sighs, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back, "C'mon, Jin. Talk to me." "I just wished things weren't the way they were." Seokjin murmurs. "Things aren't easy, Yoongi. Nothing I do matters to him, no matter how much I try to prove myself it's always the same. I just..." The man sighs, feeling a weight on his chest that just grows heavier the longer he tries to ignore it. It's been festering for years, a sort of hollow pain that grew with him since he was sixteen that now seems to wrap around his throat and squeeze. Seokjin briefly wonders just how long he can stay in the bar and drink as much as he could before he'd be thrown out. He knows he can’t though, not under Yoongi's ever watchful gaze, who would stop him the second he's deemed he's gone far enough. Seokjin feels like he's drowning, weighed down by the constant expectations and no life raft to keep him above the water. He would gladly sink, if given the chance, but he knows well that he wouldn't allow himself that chance, because despite everything, Seokjin made it to where he is with all his hard work. But how was that enough? He was tired of it, and he says as much to Yoongi, who only sits and listens, never once cutting him off. He’s tired of having to push through every day, fighting even when he isn't in the ring. He’s tired of his father's constant, blatant disregard of his efforts to do right by his name. Tired of being pushed aside after a match and the money comes in, treated less than a son by the man that raised him. The only thing he cares about was how well he did in the ring and the next match. Seokjin isn't even sure he'd stick around that long for his upcoming match on Friday night, some title match he can't care less about now. "I want out." Seokjin says after a while, after nursing his drink for a quiet moment, "I can't do this shit anymore." He’s sure his father wouldn't care less. He would do just as fine with any of the other guys. He was tired of the blood and nursing broken bones and bruised knuckles, of having to be in the hospital if things were a little too rough for his body to handle. If he keeps this up he'll probably die before he gets the chance to follow through and book it. Yoongi nods in understanding, his eyes dark but not judging as he watches his friend spiral downwards. His glass has long been emptied during Seokjin's rambles, and when he glances at the other man's downcast expression he decides he'll need another soon. "You really should," Yoongi drawls, and though his face is set into a practiced state of boredom, the tiny furrow of his brows and the tapping of his finger against the hardwood countertop gives away his concern. "Namjoon would have a fit though." "Namjoon can kiss my ass," Seokjin leans back against the soft cushion of the booth, a harsh exhale of air leaving his nose. "My health is more important than some stupid title that I'd lose anyway." "Don't downplay yourself Jin, you're the best out there. Though, I agree with you. You barely made it out of that match last week." Yoongi motions at his bandaged hand and the cut that split through his perfect brow. He leans forward, nudging his empty whiskey

glass aside with a finger. The dim lighting of the bar casts shadows across his face, sharpening his soft features, and the slight pout on his bottom lip looks a little less thoughtful. "Look, I won't tell Namjoon. You deserve the right to get out, but you should bring it up with him yourself." Seokjin flexes his fingers under the tight wraps of the white bandage. "What about that new kid?" He feels the need to change the topic, swerving it away from focusing on him too much. "He's good, talks about you a lot too. I saw him today, he was talking to Namjoon. I think his name's Jeongguk?" Seokjin spies the small quirk of Yoongi's mouth, and the glint in his eyes that promises something, and he prepares himself for whatever it was. "He's quite the fan, you should've stuck around to meet him today. The girl was pretty cute too, looking at you all doe eyed when you left." By the narrowing of his eyes, Seokjin knows that Yoongi’s teasing, and trying to get a reaction from him. He can tell that Yoongi was trying his best here, and he appreciates the man's efforts to leave the conversation on the bulletin board. He's well aware of Jeongguk's starstruck expression every time they'd cross paths, the boy was quick to smile and wave at him, always excited to see him even though Seokjin hadn't shared more than a friendly wave with him. He's even once caught the end of a conversation between him and Hoseok. It was more one sided than anything, with Jeongguk asking a million and one questions but barely giving Hobi a chance to get his answers in. You were there, as you always were, Jeongguk was never seen without you. Mind well and properly distracted now, as his thoughts were now filled with you. You'd come with Jeongguk every time the boy graced the Boxing Gym with his presence, always trailing behind, looking a little lost, if not bored with the whole ordeal. Seokjin had tried to stay clear of you, despite his initial impression of you when he'd met you at this very bar a couple of nights before. He was alright looking at you from afar, but he tended to reign in his gaze once Jeongguk was in the same place as you. He wasn't blind to the jokes you two would share or the lingering touches and they way you'd seen to stick close to him as well as you're able. Or the day before when the rain beating against the concrete outside had made the gym a little more cold than was appreciated, and you'd almost drowned in Jeongguk's black hoodie when he swaddled you in it. Seokjin would have probably spoken to you by now, but the fear of tying up his tongue in a grab for words would usually make him keep to himself. That and the fact that Jeongguk was always near. The nature of your relationship with the boy shouldn't bother him as much as it does, honestly, it isn't his business and he has no right to feel that sting of jealousy when he sees you together. You two honestly seem too close to be anything but simply friends. "Isn't she with Jeongguk?" Seokjin drains his glass, thankful for the smooth glide, the burn of the alcohol barely there. He tilts his head as Yoongi watches him strangely for a quiet moment before he scoffs. "What?" Seokjin asks, confused. "Nothing, nothing." Yoongi waves him off, but the look in his eyes tells Seokjin it was more than just nothing, though he can't grasp onto the meaning behind Yoongi's gaze. "You should talk to her though. She's really nice and way quieter than Jeon. Kid asks a thousand questions at a time." Yoongi eyes his empty glass, poking at it restlessly with a frown. "Yesterday, he asked me if it's possible to be dismembered belly flopping into a body of water from a really high cliff. I told him that I could show him and he didn't talk to me for the rest of the day, which was rude." Seokjin laughs lightly, keeping to himself that Yoongi won't be saying that given time. He remembers how Yoongi thought Hoseok was too talkative - too easily excited - when they first met, because how could anyone be that damn cheerful? Yoongi complained about it often, but Hoseok grew on him and the

two of them are now as thick as thieves. Yoongi bids Seokjin goodnight after another hour of talking and winding down, and a promise to see each other in two days - with tomorrow and the day after being his days off - before they went their separate ways down the street. Seokjin doesn't live too far from the Boxing Gym. It’s a good twenty minutes away that makes for a nice jog early in the morning. He decided to stay close to his place of work, and he'd bought a moderately sized house a couple of years ago. Quite a few people wondered why he didn't just live in a bigger place, something fancier. He did have the means to do so, but Seokjin had always clung to his humble beginnings and kept his head down. He wouldn't want to live in a place that seemed too big to be comfortable, and screamed 'hey, I've got lots of money come rob me!'. He likes his little place just fine. He had it refurbished when he bought it, replaced the roof and had the kitchen, bedroom and bathroom completely redone to suit his needs. Hadn't done much with it since except a paint job every now and then. He also likes it because just across the street is a 24hr convenience store that opened last year, which he now stands outside of, tapping his chin and wondering if instant ramen would be bad for his diet. He shrugs, not really caring as much as he used to before as he walks through the automatic doors. He immediately feels like turning around and bolting across the street though, spotting a familiar head of dark hair and athletic build leaning against the front counter. He’s accompanied by that Taehyung guy from the bar, who’s mid conversation with whoever is managing the store for the night shift. Thankfully, Seokjin manages to make it behind one of the tall shelves without being seen, looking around for the instant ramen while taking peeks over the top of the shelves to see if Jeongguk and his friend have left yet. "You honestly should've let me take this shift," Taehyung says, the depth of his voice honestly surprises Seokjin, this being the first time he's heard him when he's not stumbling drunk. "Tae, I told you it's fine." Seokjin peaks over the shelf at the sound of your voice, seeing you sitting behind the counter rolling your eyes. "You have classes in the morning. I'll be home before you and Guk leave okay? Now you two should get home, it's getting late." Seokjin hears a sigh, but he isn't sure which one of you it came from, before they wish you goodnight and Taehyung shouts that you should call him if you need anything from outside. Seokjin finally finds his ramen, cursing the size of this place while picking up some other snacks to munch on. He approaches the front desk, smiling apologetically at the way you flinch when you spot him. Clearly you hadn't seen him come in. "Oh! Hi there," You greet politely, smiling in the sweet way you had that night in the bar. For a moment, Seokjin finds himself floored by the beauty of you, in the bright florescent lights of the convenience store, oversized white hoodie sleeves rolled up your slender arms. He expected you to at least look a bit starstruck like Jeongguk would look at him, like how everyone else would look at him once they realised who he was. Your gaze is casual, like a friend he's known forever, and he musters a small, awkward wave. "Hi," He gently places his things on the counter, sliding them into your reach and your fingers brush his when you take them. He doesn't miss the flush to your cheeks then, or the way you bite your bottom lip to hide your smile. "You're working alone?" There's usually two people working during the night, as far as Seokjin could remember. He doesn't remember seeing you here, ever. There was usually a young boy working part time here that he's made friends with. The last time he saw Jeongin, he was stressing over his finals. You must be new working here, Seokjin surmises as he watches you struggle with the scanner. "Yeah, there's usually someone else here but Jeongin had to leave early..." You finally get the scanner to work, the machine

letting out a loud beep in the quietness of the store. Seokjin's eyes dart around at the street outside and can't help but worry. "I can keep you company?" You promptly drop the pack of instant ramen you were holding, hands frantically reaching for it to cover up your slip. Your eyes meet his, surprised, a breathy chuckle leaving you. "N-no, that's alright... I'm fine here on my own," Your cheeks flush again, and Seokjin finds himself smiling at the sight; you're cute. "But thank you though, Seokjin." He tries to be less surprised at the revelation of you knowing his name, honestly he shouldn't be at all, being who he is. But he can't help the slight parting of his lips as his name rolls off your tongue. He likes the way it sounds coming from you and wonders if it would be weird if he asked you to say it again before he stops himself. Yes, that would be weird, Jin. "Are you sure? The streets are pretty empty this late...and you're here alone." "I'm sure," You smile, putting his stuff into a bag for him. "I'll call Tae or Jeongguk if anything." Right... Jeongguk. And there was that sting of jealousy again at the mention of the boy's name that Seokjin should not be allowed to feel. He nods, relenting as he pays with his card, but can't help himself from asking. "I thought he would've stayed. Not a very good boyfriend is he?" You make a face, handing him the bag, "Who? Jeongguk? Ew. He's like my pesky little brother." Seokjin tries not to show how giddy he feels, hiding his smile by ducking his head and taking interest in the white tiles floor. You shake your head, grumbling to yourself about something, "Well if you're sure," He says, teetering nervously on his feet. "But if you're not, you could always just text me and I'll come over," He plucks a pen from the little cup by your hand, writing his number on the receipt you gave him before sliding it back to you. "That was smooth," You comment, smirking at him. And that's how it began. The weeks go by quickly, and Seokjin tries his best to keep up with you on a daily basis. Whether it’s a simple text to ask about your day, or dropping by on your shift in the convenience store unannounced. Though he stopped doing that in particular when he went in one morning and was met with Taehyung behind the counter. He'd regarded Seokjin with narrowed eyes and a knowing smirk, asking if he was looking for you. Of course, Jeongguk had caught on as well and cornered him in the Boxing Gym's training room, offering to spot him even though Seokjin knew the boy was up to something. He'd spoken to him a couple of times by then, after Jeongguk had calmed himself enough to get a sentence out and stopped looking at Seokjin like he'd done something life changing. Seokjin had more or less taken Jeongguk under his wing, overseeing his training sessions alongside Hobi, preparing him for his debut match coming in a couple of weeks. The boy had talent, that much Seokjin could see, and they'd built their relationship around his passion for boxing. He no longer feels the pang of jealousy when he sees you both together when you come by the Boxing Gym, after learning that you, Jeongguk and Taehyung are roommates and see each other as nothing more than very close friends. "So you and Y/n, huh?" Jeongguk asks, a serious expression locking his jaw, making him look agitated. His eyes are on the focus pads on Seokjin's palms, and they flicker to Seokjin's briefly. "Not that I mind or anything..." Seokjin raises a brow, "I'm sensing a but in there." "It's nothing to worry about," Jeongguk takes a breath, dropping his hands to swing at his sides lamely. He brings one up to brush away the hair that fell into his eyes, "She's like a sister to me, and I just don't want her to get hurt. I've seen her hurt over a guy before and I don't want her going through that again. I'll kick your ass if I ever catch her upset over you." The look in his dark eyes makes Seokjin believe he was very serious about what he was saying, and he feels the need to ease his worries. "Guk," Seokjin sighs, he

pulls the focus pads off, tossing them to the ground to stretch his fingers, "Look man, I can't promise you that she won't get hurt. Sometimes things don't work out the way people want them to. Right now, we're just friends, we're... we're just waiting to see where things go, alright? The only thing I can promise is that I can try my best not to, even if what's between us doesn't go anywhere." Jeongguk watches him for a long moment, the silence stretching between them, looking as though he was searching for a lie in his words. His mouth in a firm line before nods, seemingly satisfied. "Okay, I'm holding you to that."

The days continue to stretch on then, and one day Seokjin steals you from your shift, bribing Taehyung to cover for you while you were gone with the promise of lunch. He takes you on a little tour of his house, and treats you to lunch of home-made jajangmyeon. And when he watches you standing in the guest bedroom he'd turned into a study, looking at his accolades and year's old newspaper clippings. The soft glow of the lamps he keeps there casts shadows on your features, he watches the way you tug at the sleeve endings of the sweater that was too big on you, a motion he realised was your nervousness acting. You seem lost in your own thoughts, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you read the article of his first title match, your eyes finding his with a small smile. He realises that what he told Jeongguk about you just being friends was slowly inching its way out a window. He'd liked you a lot since he first saw you at the bar, but he'd thought that the life he led was a little rough for someone like you. All he knew was fighting, the blood and the violence that came hand in hand with his day to day. You, on the other hand, were soft hearted and sweet. He remembers the way you paled when you came to the Boxing Gym one Friday night, seeing him just after his last match with blood coming out of his nose, a sprained wrist, and a fresh bruise around his left eye, swelling and purple. You completely froze up at the sight of him. Yoongi had to constantly remind him to keep his head tilted back while he wrapped his wrist tightly, at the same time trying to reassure you that he was fine. You expressed your dislike for the sport sometime after that, while Seokjin was allowed time off for his wrist to heal. You weren't much for the fighting, or seeing someone you cared for get hurt and you told him as much as you continued your routine of sneaking over to his place to hang out. It may seem just a tad obsessive, with the way you seem to consume Seokjin's every thought and the way that he takes it in stride. He wants to be more to you, he wants to hold your hand and ease your every worry, and that he realised when he caught you doing your homework at the end of your evening shift. Laptop on the counter, your hair looking like you'd just rolled out of bed, a pencil behind your ear and your lip between your teeth out of habit. Taehyung was begging you to take a break from it, to wrap it up and head home and practically sprinted to Seokjin when he stepped through the automatic doors. "You're a godsend. She won't take a damn break!" Taehyung gives Seokjin a pained look, crossing his arms over a red hoodie he's seen you in before. "Can you just - get her to relax a bit? She looks like her head's about to explode over there." So Seokjin did just that, pulled you away from your work - ignoring your protests - and over to his place for a drink. He wasn't sure what happened then, if it was the whiskey or the way you just seemed so soft curled up at the end of his couch, your hair down but still in its state of organised chaos. He didn't question the change of clothes you had in your bag, but the cotton shorts only rides higher up your thigh with the way you shift and Seokjin has a hard time concentrating on the movie he'd put on. At first he was talking to you, trying to keep his mind off of the way the too big tee shirt you wore slipped off your shoulder, exposing your skin to his wandering eyes. He grips the glass in his hand a little too tightly when you shift closer to him, your thigh presses against his jean clad one and he could feel the warmth of your skin. He doesn't realised just how close you'd gotten to him until he turns his head to ask you something and you were right there. "Can I kiss you?" He asks before he can stop himself, flushing under the soft glow of the tv. He panicks internally, looking to backtrack, but his tongue was all tied up and you were kissing him first. It starts innocently enough, two glasses of whiskey now forgotten on the glass coffee table, with Seokjin kissing you softly, a hand on your

hip, gripping tighter than it had some minutes before. His other hand occupies your hair, getting tangled in the locks briefly when you straddle him, Seokjin groaning when your teeth tugs at his bottom lip. The action causes his hips to shift upwards, lips leaving yours to kiss lightly at your jaw until he reaches your pulse beating furiously underneath your warm skin and sucks a bruise there, your breathless moan causing him to pause. "Are you sure this is okay?" Seokjin leans back, breathing heavily, tucking wayward hair behind your ear, fingers rubbing gently at your jaw as he waits for your answer. Your nod did little to satisfy, and his brows lowered as he clicked his tongue against his teeth, "Your words, sweet girl. I need you to say it." You look at him with pretty doe eyes, soft in the way that they observe him, but filled with something much darker, and Seokjin finds himself caving before you even speak. But he's a patient man, and he continues to rub mindless circles into the skin of your waist above the band of your shorts while he waits. He frowns after a while, when he catches the nervous motion of your teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. "Y/n," Gently, he cards his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe. "We don't have to." "No, I want to...it's just..." Your brow furrows, and you look down at your hands that are placed flat against his chest with an expression that has Seokjin pulling back. He doesn't want to rush anything, and most importantly, doesn't want to force you into anything or make you feel like you have to go through with something you don't want. "What is it?" Seokjin whispers into the space between you both, his fingers gently grasping your own, thumb rubbing against the back of your hand. There was a certain bashfulness to your timid smile, a flush brushing your cheeks that Seokjin could see even in the dim lighting of his living room. Your eyes meet his for a brief moment before darting away. "I'm just not... experienced really," You admit softly, eyes closed tight, and Seokjin is surprised, tilting his head slightly. "...You've never...?" "I have. But it was just once..." "Okay, that's okay. Do you wanna stop?" Seokjin ducks his head to meet your gaze, smiling gently. "We can stop." "I don't wanna stop." You still seem too unsure for Seokjin's liking, but he chuckles at the eagerness of your fingers tugging at his shirt. "Okay, how about.." He catches your hands with one of his, pulling you closer with his other arm around your waist, lips meeting yours with a fleeting kiss. His hand on your hip again, gently guiding your movement as he raised his hips slightly to press directly against your heated core. The bulge in his jeans is straining enough to be just a bit uncomfortable, but he doesn't want to rush. He wants to make sure that you’re comfortable, breath stuttering in his chest at your moan. "We'll just do this, yeah?" He busies his mouth against your neck at your affirmative nod, muttering praises into your skin, leaving his mark with his teeth. Kissing you again, his tongue meeting yours and he groans, matching the rolling of your hips with his own. "F-fuck." Seokjin pants, full lips parted as he gasps. Your smaller hand grip his wrist, the wrist of the hand that guides the movement of your hips over his clothed erection. His eyes trail up your form, taking in the light sheen of sweat that clings to your skin, your kiss swollen lips parted in a moan and a desperate whisper of his name that has him raising his hips. Bruises line your neck and chest like stars in a midnight sky, just above the low dip of the tee-shirt that belonged to one of your roommates. You lean back, your ass resting on his thighs as your fingers fumble against the leather of his belt and Seokjin is quick to stop you. He takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss in apology, "Not tonight, pretty girl." He ignores your pout and the soft whine that leaves you, pulling you forward, your core flushed with his hard-on. Seokjin knows just how well you can

feel him through the soft cotton of your shorts, and his hand finds purchase against the heated skin of your waist. The fingers of his other hand wrap gently around the back of your neck, pulling you downward into a kiss of heat and tongue, and you resume the smooth rock you'd started before against the rough material of his jeans. His kisses trail your jaw, nipping lightly at the skin with blunt teeth, "Just this, okay? Is that okay?" He feels your nod, and he smiles against your skin and sucks against your flesh in a way that has your hips stuttering and a moan leaving you. He abandons his grip in favour of wrapping his arm around you, pulling your body flush against his as he thrust upwards losing his rhythm as his end neared.

"Fuck, oh fuck." Seokjin grunts, as the warm heat of his orgasm flares and soaks the front of his jeans, and you’re quick to follow, stilling above him briefly before you shudder. A moan of his name and Seokjin preses kisses into your skin, his hand rubbing mindless circles against the bare skin of your hip. 「 ──────── 」 "You seem chipper," Namjoon comments one afternoon, finding Seokjin lounging in the training room, trading his trainers for combat boots. He watches him for a moment, hands on his hips and eyebrows raised, "got a date or something?" Yoongi pokes his head into the room, eyes curious as he watches the both of them. His bag was already slung over his shoulder, ready to leave, "Who's got a date?" Hoseok was just behind, peeking into the room as well, "Jin's got a date? My maaan! Is it Jeongguk's friend?" His hair is still wet from the shower he'd taken, moving around Yoongi to plop himself down on the bench next to Seokjin, heart shaped smile wide on his lips. "We're just getting dinner, no big deal." Seokjin deflects, putting a hand up to silence the teasing that he knows is coming. The boys never give him a break. "That's a pretty big deal if you ask me," Namjoon says smiling, wiggling his eyebrows, "How long have you guys been talking now?" "Just some months," Seokjin rises from his perch on the bench to stretch, catching the smirks on Yoongi's and Namjoon's face. "Ah, they grow up so fast," Hoseok wipes his eyes, dramatically, "Just yesterday he was a floundering mess, and now look, they're going out for dinner." "Shut up." Seokjin looks at the watch on his wrist, grimacing, he's gonna be late if he stands here chatting with his friends. "I'm gonna go." "I'll walk you out," Yoongi says, giving Seokjin a look, sending a wave to the others, "See you guys tomorrow." Seokjin and Yoongi walk from the training room, in a somewhat tense silence Seokjin isn't used to from the man. He knows Yoongi has something to say, he doesn't know what he was waiting for to start. They pass by other boxers in the halls, greetings never ending as they acknowledge Seokjin in passing. Once outside, Seokjin catches Yoongi's sigh and he looks at him, "What is it?" "You talked to your old man yet? Or Namjoon?" The shorter man asks, glancing at him with a raised brow. "No, I haven't. It's a hard topic to bring up, you know." Seokjin feels his shoulders tense, "I haven't seen my father in a while either." Yoongi nods silently, index finger rubbing against his bottom lip, eyes thoughtful for a moment. "You should get it done soon." He stops at the bus stop, hitching his bag a little higher on his shoulder, "You got a match next Friday, right? You should bring it up before then." The bus turns from down the street and Yoongi pat's Seokjin on the shoulder, "See ya, have fun with your date." Seokjin stayed with Yoongi until he got on the bus, waving wildly at him when he found a seat next to a window. Yoongi glances at him and looks away at his frantic motion as the bus started moving again, and Seokjin could tell the man was playing his "I have no idea who that person is" card. Seokjin drops his hand once the bus turned down the next corner, shoving it into the pocket of his jacket as he mulls over Yoongi's words. He should bring it up sooner rather than later, time's only ticking away and he wants it to be over and done with. It isn't easy to approach his father with this sort of thing, he could already tell that conversation isn't going to go well once he gathers up the courage to have it. Namjoon was another story. Seokjin's been avoiding telling him as much as he could, quick to change the subject whenever Namjoon asked if something was bothering him. He wasn't sure how that would blow over, but right now, he didn't want the thought to linger in his mind for too long, not when he had a date in a half hour. It wasn't his first date with you of course, there were a few others: Watching trash TV shows after cooking dinner together, taking walks in the park not too far from

his place. Impromptu study dates, and him pulling you way from your books when you couldn't stare at the words any longer. This would be your first official date and Seokjin feels nervous even as he waited just outside your apartment complex, sitting in his car that he rarely used and feeling warm even though the AC was on full blast. He checks his watch for the fifth time, he was early and he hopes you won't mind. Should he go up and wait? He's only been to your apartment once or twice, the first time begin when he'd met Taehyung properly, who was desperate to erase his first impression of stumbling drunkard. Seokjin was checking his watch again, watching the seconds tick by as he taps his fingers against the staring wheel. He was startled by a tapping on the glass next to his head, turning to find a smiling Taehyung waving at him through the black tinted window. "Hey! You're early," Taehyung says once Seokjin rolled the glass down, and Seokjin offers a nervous laugh that sounded a little weird to his own ears and clears his throat. "Y/n'll be down in a second, she's just getting a pep talk." "A pep talk?" Seokjin's brows furrow, could you be having second thoughts? Shit, did he rush into this by asking you out? "She's just nervous, Guk's calming her down." Taehyung says smiling still, and then he turns serious, the sudden shift in his attitude sets Seokjin on edge and he blinks owlishly up at the younger man. There was a noticeable clench to his his jaw, the motion of his eyebrows lowering makes him look more pissed off than anything as he leans down a bit, narrowing his eyes. "I know that Guk already gave you the talk, so I'm not going to bother. You better be serious about her or I'll do more than kick your ass." "Hey! Stop that!" Taehyung straightens, peering over the top of the car, smile back on his lips in the blink of an eye. Seokjin turns and looks through the passenger side window, just in time to see you put your hands on your hips and narrow your eyes at Taehyung. The man himself steps away from the car, hands up in surrender. "Not doing anything! Just telling Jin that you should be back early cause you got morning classes." Taehyung smiles innocently, moving around the idling car to open the door for you, "Be safe you two!" You send him off with a smack to his arm, rolling your eyes as you got in the car. Seokjin only just took in what you're wearing: a navy blue summer dress that ended just above your knees, converse highs that matched and a faded denim jacket covered your arms. Seokjin eyes the whisps of your hair that's come out of the up-do and curled against your neck, and he tucks his fingers into his palm in an attempt to stop himself from playing with the strands. Your scent invaded his scenes after, peaches and cream, and a floral smell that he'd always caught on you. You smile shyly at him, gloss tinted lips tugging slightly at the corners as you buckled in and offered a soft greeting, "Hi," "Hi," Seokjin echos, feeling giddy and like a teenager going on his first date. Honestly, he should be calmer, considering this wasn't the first time you were alone with him, but he can't help it! You just look all sweet trying to avoid his gaze and tugging on the sleeve of your jacket, Seokjin couldn't help but chuckle, but he felt at ease, knowing that you were just as nervous as he was. As he drove, it didn't take long for the nervous atmosphere to dissipate and leave both him and you filling the silence with chatter. The radio plays softly, and Seokjin hums along, navigating the streets with ease. About fifteen minutes into the drive, he was holding your hand, chuckling at the flush on your cheeks. You both were way beyond holding hands to be shy about anything, but Seokjin couldn't help the racing of his heart or the thought that his hand might be sweating. "Where are we going?" Comes your soft voice, eyes darting around at the streets that were no doubt unfamiliar to you. Seokjin throws a wink your way just to see you blush and look away, "Is this the part where you tell me

you're a vampire and kill me?" "Now that you mentioned it, my favourite blood type is B-positive," Seokjin laughs at his own joke, all squeaky and high, amidst your tinkling laugh. He shakes his head, dark hair tickling his eyelashes, he sends a wink your way just to see you flush and taps a finger against his nose, "It's a surprise." Seokjin probably could've taken you for a nice dinner in an upscale restaurant where they charge too much for too little, but seeing your eyes light up and a beaming smile was worth it. The smell of cotton candy and a ton of other smells Seokjin couldn't possibly decipher immediately bombards his senses, and the chatter of so many people wasn't enough to drown out the sound of crashing waves. Seokjin leads you around mostly, his hand only leaving yours to allow you to eat the sickeningly sweet caramelized nuts you bought. Content enough to just simply walk around and take in the sights, Seokjin ignores the slim paper wristband that granted you access to any ride and game stall until you both got sick of it. He was happy enough to watch the glow of the fairy lights strung around the edges of the broad walk and the many booths reflect in your eyes. Idle chatter about rigged carnival games and terrible jokes filled any silence that dared to settle as Seokjin swings your conjoined hands between you. You both stop at the edge of the broad walk, where the ocean went on for miles, under the glow of the Ferris wheel. Seokjin traces patterns against your palm, allowing the feeling of your soft skin be his distraction. "Are you okay?" You ask, tilting your head at him, staring with curious doe eyes that just made Seokjin want to smother you with a million kisses. A light breeze blows, your hair dancing with it, and Seokjin didn't miss the chance to tuck it behind your ear. "Sorry," He murmurs, eyes now cast on the horizon far away like his mind in that moment, "There's a lot on my mind right now." You hum, "Wanna talk about it?" You turn your hand in his, the soft squeeze you gave was a comfort, "Might make you feel better..." Seokjin huffs a soft laugh, drowned out by the carnival and the ocean's dance. He shakes his head though, not wanting to put a damper on the calm mood that settled around you both with his issues. He sighs, looking up at the cloudless night sky, just able to make out the twinkle of stars far away, "It's their last night here, so there's gonna be fireworks...we could watch from up there?" He motions at the Ferris wheel. Your shoulders drop a bit, but you smile, and if you were disappointed by his dismissal to let you in, you didn't show it. Simply squeezing his hand in yours and nodding as though you already knew that he'd bring it up on his own eventually. 「 ──────── 」 "You're leaving?!" Namjoon was quicker in processing Seokjin's words than Hobi and Jeongguk, who sits on the floor of the training room with equally shocked expressions. Yoongi stands by the door Seokjin insisted he kept locked so no one would come in, arms crossed and leaning against the wall looking tense. "Jin-" "Relax, Joon. Let him talk." Yoongi says, putting up a hand in an attempt to placate. Seokjin sends him a grateful glance, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair, "Yeah, I'm leaving." Namjoon looks more than a little ruffled, running a hand through his hair, "Can I talk to you?" the younger man casts a glance around the room. "Alone?" The door unlocks with a click, and the boys filed out after Yoongi. Namjoon paces for a while, and Seokjin can do nothing but watch. He knew Namjoon wouldn't take it very well, and he knew there'd have to be a good couple words on his path to calm him down. Namjoon hadn't wanted in on this business, Seokjin knows that. The only reason he agreed to become his manager was because they're friends, and he's sure his father put in a few convincing words to rope him in. "Is there a reason? I mean...of course there's a reason, I just...Jin you're the reason I'm here, the only reason. You can't just-" "Joon,"

Seokjin cuts him off with a hand on his shoulder, squeezing a little, "I'll be straight with you; I'm tired okay? I'm tired of all of this. The fighting, my father... I'm tired and I just want out." "... Well, if you're leaving then I'm going too." He seems so sure of himself, a determined look in his brown eyes. Seokjin goes to protest, snapping his mouth shut when Namjoon puts up a hand. "I followed you in, so I'm following you out." The door opens again and Yoongi pokes his head in, "All good?" At the men's nod he claps his hands together, "Alright. Let's go talk to the big man then." 「 ──────── 」 Seokjin takes a breath, looking back at Namjoon and Yoongi who were kind enough to walk with him to his father's office. They stand a little ways behind him, Namjoon making a shooing motion with his hand and Yoongi giving him a close-lipped smile and a thumbs up. "We'll wait here, alright?" Seokjin nods at Yoongi's words, and before he can give his nerves a chance to fester any longer, he pushes the door open. His father sits behind his mahogany desk, signing some paperwork or another, looking up at his entrance over dark framed glasses. "Seokjin, what brings you here?" "I wanted to talk. It's important." His father fixes him with narrowed eyes, leaning back into his leather chair, waving a hand at the seats in front of the desk. Seokjin feels a little stiff, walking towards the chair and sitting down, it feels a little too soft for his liking, making him even more uncomfortable. The air is tense as they do nothing but stare at each other for a long while, and Seokjin feels that all familiar tension bunching the muscles of his shoulders tight. "Go on, I don't have all night." Seokjin white knuckles the handle of the chair he sits in, jaw clenching as he sighs a harsh breath through his nose. This is exactly why he didn't want to do this, his father's coldness towards him was off-putting at any time. "I'm leaving." He decides to go straight to the point, and feels the sweet satisfaction when his father pales just the slightest bit, the pen slipping from his grip to hit the table noisily. "You're leaving?" Chi-won stares at him for a while, a laugh leaving him that had Seokjin furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "Do you think you could just up and leave? After everything I've sacrificed for you?" "Don't." Seokjin raises a hand, shaking his head, "Don't say that like you've done shit for me in the past eleven years." His hand shakes, the nerves he felt earlier swiftly turning into anger at his father's words. "You wanna talk about sacrifice? I have done everything! I'm the one working my ass off every damn night, putting my fucking life on the line just so you could sit there in that chair acting all high and mighty." "Watch your tone, boy." "No. You know what? Fuck you. And fuck this. I'm not just gonna sit here and let you look down on me and treat me like I'm dirt under your damn shoe." Seokjin felt tears brimming his eyes despite the anger he felt running rampant, it feels good to finally put his foot down. His heart is pounding in his ears, heat flushing his skin as he stands up, "I'm tired of this bullshit. I'm leaving and there's nothing you can do about it." By the time he was done, Seokjin was breathing hard, and his father was just watching him. Looking eerily calm in his seat, he takes his glasses off, placing them down gently. "Alright, Seokjin." The way his father says his name made his chest hurt, a sort of hollow pain that came with the knowledge that his father never actually cared about him. "You want out? Fine." He leans back into his chair, too relaxed for the situation, and Seokjin knows that something was coming. "You can leave. But on my terms. I own you, boy, don't forget that." Chi-won says, smiling like that cat that got the cream, and Seokjin knows that he'd lost this part of the battle already. "What terms? What do you want?" Seokjin deflates just a bit, but his anger didn't dissipate. "Friday night. You beat my guy and you can

leave. It's that simple." 「 ──────── 」 Seokjin stands at the back door to the Boxing Gym, smoke curling from his lips as he glared at the ground under his feet. It was a habit he'd sworn to leave behind him, after the punching bag had became a reliable source to release his frustrations on. But he's wound so tightly, a coil of spring unable to unravel the last twenty minutes of his argument with his father playing reruns in his mind. He hold the cigarette to his lips, frowning at the bitter taste of it and the lightheadedness that came with the second pull. The metal door to his left creaks open, and Yoongi steps out, raising his eyebrows at him. "I thought you gave that up." He states, pushing the door closed with a hand. He was frowning, but didn't tug it from his fingers like he did when he caught him the first time three months ago. He leans against the damp wall, sighing as he looked at him, "I'm assuming it didn't go well?" "What'd you think?" Seokjin didn't mean to snap, but Yoongi didn't seem to mind his tone. He sighs, smoke on the exit of his breath, "He wants me to fight. Make a grand exit or something like that. I can't leave if I don't win." "Shit," Yoongi mutters, his frown deepening, "Are you gonna go through with it?" "I don't have a choice, he's got my hands tied." Seokjin flicks the half finished cigarette to the ground, stepping on it. He runs a hand through his hair, "I don't know who it's gonna be either." He felt sick, an unease twisting his stomach into knots too tight to even begin to unravel anytime soon. He knew that it wasn't going to go over well, not with the way that his father is, he was expecting some kind of backlash, but not this. Now he's riding on one thing alone; winning that match is his only ticket out of this place and he wasn't sure if he could. "Hey." Yoongi's hand was a comforting weight on his shoulder, enough to ground him and take him out of his head. He sees the concern in Yoongi's eyes, and felt it in the way his hand tightens it's grip, "You'll be alright, we're all here for you if anything happens." 「 ──────── 」 In the days that follow, Seokjin was an anxious mess. He stayed out of the Boxing Gym for the sake of his own sanity. It was currently Thursday, and Seokjin sat in a cafe across from you, bouncing his leg nervously under the table. Things were going well between the both of you, something Seokjin was immensely grateful for; he didn't need the added stress. You looked sleepy, chin proped in your palm and eyes dipping closed ever so often. Seokjin felt bad, knowing that your tiredness stemmed from him keeping you up late when he finally spilled his worries to you. You've been nothing but supportive, telling him to trust himself and go through with it if it's what he really wanted. He couldn't help but feel the weight of tomorrow night already weighing him down, the pressure almost too much. It was difficult to not think about it even as he tried, trying to ground himself to the moment with the feeling of your smaller hand in his. Tried his best to focus on the purpling mark barely hidden by the collar of his tee-shirt that swallowed your form, slipping off your shoulder every time you made a move to drink from your still steaming cup of hot chocolate. Seokjin was glad that you were there with him, offering a certain comfort he couldn't get from his closet friends. "You look worried," Your fingers tap against his palm, his eyes drawn to the motion. Quietly, he flips your hands over and traces the lines he found and use it as his much needed distraction from the large, dark cloud that loomed between the passing hours."It'll be okay, Jin." "Only if I win..." Seokjin mutters, sighing as he leans back against the softness of the chair. "Even if you don't, it'll be okay, yeah?" You squeeze his hand gently, "You'll just have to try again. Tae and I are coming, Jimin too, and Guk and the guys would be there. We'll all be right there, okay?" When Friday night rolled around, Seokjin was

more than a little nervous. His father had sent word that he was on his way out, only if he could beat whoever he puts against him in the ring. The Boxing Gym was packed tonight - everyone came to see if he would win or fail the last match of his career -, Seokjin wasn't sure he's seen this much people since his first title match. The excitement that floated around only served to put him on edge. He bounces nervously on the balls of his feet, standing in the back stage office, watching Jeongguk go up against a man twice his size on the large TV mounted on the wall. Seokjin tried to calm himself down, letting the memory of his younger self sitting in this very room so many years ago with Namjoon flood his mind. The man himself sat on the hard plastic chair, eyes glued to Jeongguk's movements, though, Seokjin could see his worry in the way he rubbed his hands against his thighs restlessly. "He'll lose if he isn't quick enough." Hoseok mumbles, coming into the room, standing next to Seokjin with his hands on his hips. He stares at the live broadcast screening, small frown on his lips, "I think he'll be okay though, just needs to watch his footing..." Hoseok's words trail off as he winced - Jeongguk had just narrowly avoided a right hook. He suddenly spins on his heel to face Seokjin, "Oh right! I came in here for a reason." His hand lands on Seokjin's shoulder, a little roughly, his gaze serious, "Before I say anything, your girl and her friends are here." "I'll let them in." Namjoon stands, waving Hoseok off as he moves to the door himself. He pulls the black door, and Seokjin could just make out the top of Taehyung's head beyond Namjoon's frame. You greet Namjoon with a smile and a friendly pat on the arm before coming in. Taehyung and Jimin following behind looking a bit awestruck and wide-eyed. Seokjin opens his arm for a hug at your approach, shuffling backwards a bit as you quickly stepped into it. Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows behind you, smiling as he not so sneakily sends him a wink before slipping away to the vending machine in the corner of the room. "How're you feeling?" You question was muffled by his sweatshirt, hands fisting the material at his waist. You pull back slightly, chin pressed against his chest as you look up at him, "Doing okay?" "Just nervous, but I'm okay. Thanks for coming," Seokjin smiles, feeling the tension leave his body as you clung to him and he sighs softly, leaning down with the intention to kiss you. Though, he stops short, well aware of the eight pairs of eyes on you both. His eyes dart up to find Hoseok and Namjoon staring at him fondly, and Jimin bashfully looking at the floor when his eyes met his, as though he's been caught seeing something he shouldn't. Your soft laugh reach his ears, and you press an innocent kiss to his cheek. "Okay!" Hoseok says loudly, clapping his hands together, startling Seokjin a bit. Everyone turns to face him, curious and listening, "Firstly, Jin, I need you to calm down. I can feel how tense you are from here. Guk's match is almost over, and when you go out there, don't think about it being your last match too much okay? You'll only be distracted, and that's the last thing you need tonight. You're an all-rounder, so anyone Chi-won puts against you shouldn't be too hard to beat. Just keep a level head and you'll be fine." Seokjin nods along to Hobi's words, the nervousness he's only just gotten rid of returning tenfold as the ringing of the bell sounded loudly. He felt as though his heart was about to burst out of his chest with the speed it's going at, and he tried his best to breathe. He's not felt this nervous about a match in a while, and he remembers why he hated the gut wrenching feeling eating away at him as he watched Jungkook step under the ropes of the ring. "Good luck," You whisper, your hand giving his a gentle squeeze before letting go and moving away. Seokjin sucks in a breath, releasing it harshly through his nose and nods resolutely to himself, "Alright, let's get this over with." He leaves the room with Namjoon

following behind, determined to spend the duration of his match on the outskirts of the ring despite Seokjin's protests. The people lining the corridors moves past him in a blur, some of them wishing him luck, and some only acknowledging him with a wave of their hands. He needed to keep a level head, like Hoseok said, even though he's going into this match with his eyes covered and hands tied, he needed to focus. So everyone's words passes through his ears without so much as an afterthought, Seokjin's mind only occupied with focusing on his breathing and attempting not to throw up even though he could feel the bile racing it's way up his throat. "Jin!" Pulled out of his head, Seokjin finds Jeongguk jogging towards him and Namjoon. He skids to a stop before them, sweat glistening chest still heaving, a purpling bruise decorated his jaw, but Seokjin was sure he wasn't feeling the pain of it just yet. No doubt he was still running high on adrenaline from his match. "Nice work out there, Guk. You did good," Jeongguk's chest puffs up, unable to hide his pride at Seokjin's praise. "Thanks," He smiles, eyes bright, "Good luck out there, I know you'll win." Seokjin couldn't help but think differently, despite everyone's encouraging words - words that were meant to give him confidence. He felt pressured, with everyone's eyes on him, everyone's high expectations, and feeling worse still, knowing that the entire city was watching. He takes a breath, startling slightly when Namjoon's hand lands on his shoulder, he nods his thanks at Jeongguk, giving a smile he hoped wasn't as forced as it felt. "I'll see you after," Jeongguk smiles at him, stepping past him and Namjoon. When he leaves, Seokjin sighs loudly, earning Namjoon's concerned glance. They walk further down the hall, the presence of others dwindling more and more the closer they got to the door. He could hear his match being announced, his opponent unnamed, and the loud screams of the crowd. Seokjin closes his eyes for a moment, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth, Hoseok's words playing on his mind. "Yoongi and I will be right there, just take it easy okay?" Namjoon was staring at the door, worry evident in the furrow of his brow and the sigh that leaves him. The doors are pulled open and Seokjin is almost blinded by the lights, the screams of the crowd only grows as he and Namjoon make their way to the ring. Yoongi was off to the side, dressed in all white, the red band around his forearm standing out against it. He gives a little nod of his head, eyes soft as he watched on. Seokjin pulls his sweatshirt over his head and passes it to Namjoon, feeling a little less nervous now as he took another deep breath. "Good luck." Namjoon says, patting his shoulder as he steps off to the side near Yoongi. Seokjin enters the ring, ducking under the red ropes and moving to stand in the neutral zone, trying his best to ignore the camera crew buzzing near the edges. The announcers words filter through his ears as he waits for the doors on the other end to open. When they do, Seokjin wasn't surprised to realise that he didn't recognize the man approaching the ring with his father. Chi-won's presence didn't elicit much reaction, only looking like a father here to support his son's final match, but Seokjin knew better. The dark look in his eyes spoke only to him as Chi-won kept eye contact and Seokjin refused to be the first one to back down. His opponent enters the ring, and Chi-won walks over to the table where the officials sat, and it was only then that he looked away. Seokjin eyes his opponent, a tree of a man that smirked when their eyes met. His name finally given, but Seokjin was barely paying attention to it, his only focus was winning the match. The referee stands between the both of them, motioning them closer, they shake hands as the referee went over the dos and don'ts, and reminded them of the illegal blows. The man's grip was tight, squeezing Seokjin's hand almost painfully before he releases and they step back to the neutral zone. Seokjin fishes

his mouth guard out of the pocket of his shorts, slotting the hard piece of plastic between his teeth. He straps his red boxing gloves on, making sure that the laces were tight and the velcro straps secured as his opponent did the same. The bell rings. Seokjin shifts backwards as his opponent lunches at him, ducking under his swinging fist. The man turns quickly on his feet, black glove connecting with Seokjin's jaw. Seokjin staggers back a moment, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes tight as they cross, a high pitched ringing staring in his right ear. He could taste copper in his mouth where his teeth met his tongue. The man didn't give Seokjin time to catch his bearings, fists moving in rapid strikes and Seokjin could only shield his face with his forearms. He takes quick steps backwards to the corner of the ring, where the man was forced to back off when the referee came between them. Seokjin shakes his arms, a dull ache settling, nothing he wasn't used to. The match was off to a bad start with him already on the defense, he needed to turn it around fast. The man was quick on his feet, but Seokjin was faster, he just needed to get an opening. The two circle eachother for a moment, the man's mouth moving but his words unheard over the crowd. Seokjin makes the first move, aiming for the man's side, he barely registers the dull shock that ran through his hand from the impact his other hand coming up to catch the underside of his chin. Seokjin misses the fist that come flying towards him, no time to step back when it hits his temple, other fist connecting with his cheek. The man steps away as the referee yells, hands up as he backs off, and Seokjin could barely see straight. "That's illegal!" Yoongi yells, Namjoon trying in vain to stop him from moving from his spot, grabbing his arm and tugging him backwards. "That asshole--" By the time the second round was over, Seokjin could feel the way his limbs ached. He could feel himself slowing down as he ran out of energy. His opponent wasn't doing much better, mouth guard missing and blood dripping from his busted lip. He could see his father just off to the side, the smirk he wore daunting. Seokjin's ears were ringing so loudly he could barely hear a thing, it was clear to him, and probably everyone watching, that his opponent was trying his best to damage him. His head ached with a harsh trob at his temple, and Seokjin was quick enough to avoid a hit at the back of his neck. The old wound that split his brow was open and bleeding, though he couldn't feel it over his headache. Seokjin bounces on spot, squeezing his eyes shut only for the minute he was allowed. The deafing roar of the Boxing Gym did little to settle the ringing of his ears. Blood was dripping into his eye and he could bearly hear Namjoon shouting something to someone - he has no idea where his mouth guard had gone. The match was stopped briefly, his opponent, stalking in the neutral zone of the ring, looking a little too eager for Seokjin's taste. Someone enters the ring, ducking between the ropes at the referees persistence, hurrying over to him with a first aid kit. Through the sweat and the blood dripping into his eyes, he could just barely make out the form of Yoongi, squating in front of him and the bright shine of a light in his eyes. Yoongi's words were muddled, and Seokjin felt as though his head was under water, but he doubt he would have heard him even if his ears weren't ringing right now. "Jin! Can you continue the match?" Namjoon's voice was suddenly loud in his ear, and Yoongi was making quick work of the gash in his eyebrow that he'd somehow manage to acquire. He nods, a little dazed - the world had only just stopped spinning for him - and he got to his feet, ignoring the worried glance that Yoongi shared with his manager. A new mouth guard was pressed firmly into his palm, and he took a deep breath in and a calm exhale. He could do this; it's the last round. All he has to do is knock out his opponent. Shouldn't be too hard, but the man has proven that he could take

a hit, if the previous round was anything to go by. If Seokjin wasn't too busy trying to shake off the beginnings of the concussion he knew would follow after that blow he took to the head, he'd be impressed. Yoongi gives him a pat on the shoulder, and ducks back out of the ring, standing next to Namjoon who looked perplexed and unconvinced as Seokjin gave a thumbs up to the referee. The match began again, and Seokjin and his opponent circled eachother for a brief second, taunting words slipping through the man's mouth guard, muffled and threating. He barely had time to slip backward as the man threw a fist forward, just grazing Seokjin's nose. He could barely see straight, it was a wonder he didn't stumble, and in his state, he was on the defensive. He wondered how far the timer's gone, if the minutes were ticking by as slowly as he presieved them, Seokjin shook his head slightly, the action sending a ricocheting pain around his skull that had him nauseous; he needed to stay focus or he'll risk this win. He could just spot Namjoon's worried expression, his position as his manager allowing him only so much, and Yoongi was biting at the nail of his thumb, nerves evident in the action. Seokjin jabs a fist forward, wincing slightly at the numbness of his hand inside the glove, just managing to distract his opponent enough for him to bring the other upward, connecting with the underside of his jaw with the speed that he was well known for. The man teethered backward, tilting and falling backwards by the blow and Seokjin counted the seconds as the referee approaches to make the count. With just a few seconds left on the timer, Seokjin breathes a sigh of relief as his opponent was unable to stand to continue. There was the unsavoury tatse of copper in his mouth, and the ache in his head that only rose with the sound of the bell and the cheers of the crowd. Seokjin's arm was raised, the man wincing at the action, as he was declared the victor. He could feel his father's dark stare boring into the back of his head, but Seokjin's head felt heavy, the start of a headache already promising to split it in two. He still heard everything as though his head was under water - screams of the audience muddled - and the smile he gave to the flashing cameras felt more like a grimace. Yoongi was in the ring moments after, doing his job with a scowl as he checks over Seokjin's unconscious opponent. The taps against his bruised cheek heavier than they should be, prying the man's eyes open to check. He was over to Seokjin's side in seconds, leading him under the ropes. He saw his father stand, hands clenched at his sides, the ticking of his jaw not subtle enough to hide. Seokjin knows that he wanted to say something, that he wanted to do more than stand where he was, but their reactions to eachother would better be done behind closed doors, away from public scrutiny. So, Seokjin did the next best thing, and bowed respectfully, taking a ragged breath as the bruise on his side protested. Namjoon helps him straighten, a pained expression on his own face as he looks him over. Yoongi begrudgingly stays behind, overseeing the medical team as they attended to the still unconscious man in the ring. He makes a circle motion with his finger, silently letting them both know that they'd see him after. Namjoon leads Seokjin carefully back to the back stage doors, with the man himself making sure that he didn't trip over his own feet. "How's your head?" Namjoon asks, voice low as Seokjin squints at the harsh lighting. He tried his best to not let the still buzzing crowd get to him, the people's voices loud to his ears as they trickled out of the Boxing Gym for the night. "Just about ready to pop. I'm pretty sure I have a concussion." Seokjin's words were slurred, as though he'd drank more than he could handle. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, and he already dreads the aching of his limbs he could feel under the sparks of adrenaline. They make it through the door, Namjoon stilling as he almost rams right into Hoseok. Smiling bright

enough to rival the sun, Hoseok bounces on spot, excitement rolling off him in waves. Seokjin didn't have time to prepare himself for his shouting. "YOU DID IT!" Seokjin winces at the volume of his voice, squinting at Hoseok as he wiggled his arms about in some sort of weird victory dance. "Dude, inside voices only." Yoongi squeezes past Namjoon, shuffling him and Seokjin forward a bit as he pulls the double doors wide open. "And you guys can't stand here, they're bringing that asshole through." Sure enough, the medical team was coming through the door, gurney between them. As they passed Hoseok whistles, patting Seokjin on the shoulder, "Did a number on him huh?" The chuckle that leaves Seokjin was pained, his side aching on his exhale. He was half expecting to lose the match, he thought he was done for with the hit to his temple. The pain was worth it he supposed, with his freedom now in his grasp, finally able to shake lose the chains that weighed him down. He smiled despite the pain in his jaw, reaching over to pat Hoseok's cheek, a soft look in his eyes. "Woah, don't look at me like that." Hoseok teases, swatting at Seokjin's hand lightly, "That's kinda gay, bro." The four share a laugh, feeling light at heart as they crowd the backstage doorway, speaking softly while being mindful of Seokjin's headache. They were joined not much later by the other boys, being led by you who smiled so brightly Seokjin thought he just might go blind untop of everything else. Plans were made for a celebratory dinner at Seokjin's place for later, and Namjoon left, saying that he had to pack up this things to leave as well. Jeongguk was practically bouncing off the walls in his excitement, almost vibrating in place as he told Seokjin about everything he found cool about his match. The man himself chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his side. "You doing okay?" Your words were whispered, breath warm against his chest, as you look up at him, squinting a bit. Seokjin nods, his hand squeezing gently at your hip when he smiled. He finally felt as though he could breathe, head now above the water he was sinking in, though the feeling was a tad bitter, as things were still left undone. The small group of four slowly made their way down the hall, Hoseok and Jeongguk talking animatedly a couple steps ahead, and Seokjin and You lingering behind, soft words between you both. "You sure you're okay? You look a bit woozy," You like at his stomach, making Seokjin chuckle and gently swat at your hand. He leans down a bit, lips pressing against your temple briefly. "I'll let Yoongi check me over before we leave, okay?" You seem pleased with his answer, nodding with a smile. 「 ──────── 」 Seokjin's hair was still damp when he was halfway through shoving his spare clothes into his bag, little droplets dangling off the ends of his dark hair. His locker now empty, name tag gripped tightly in his hand after he'd pulled it from the slot in the door. Almost quiet footsteps reach his ears, and he turns, half ready to tell Namjoon that he was ready to leave. "I'm comin- Oh." His father stood at the door, looking older than he'd seen him in years, a sort of sadness in his eyes as he watched him. Seokjin knew he'd come to him on his own, and he watches Chi-won expectantly as he shouldered his bag, eyebrow raised slightly. "I suppose I should congratulate you." His father kept the distance between them wide, hand still on the door's handle. Seokjin tightens his hold on his bag strap, chest feeling tight. The revelation that he's won, that he was just a couple minutes shy of leaving this place behind had him a bit winded. Everything he's worked hard for is now being placed behind him and he's closing off this part of his book. "I wish you the best of luck out there." "Thank you." Seokjin mutters, quietly as his brows furrow slightly. He breathes in a soft breathe, looking around at the dangling florescent lights and the white tiles beneath his feet for the last time. His father still

hovered at the door, mouth set in a firm line as though he was having an internal battle with his thoughts. Seokjin deeming the conversation over, he makes his way to the door, brushing by his father who stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "You..." He trailed off, strong brows furrowed as he struggled, "You did good kid." Seokjin couldn't stop the surprised sound that left him or the tears that spring to his tired eyes, hearing the words he'd longed to hear for years fall from his father's lips. He didn't know what to say to him, mouth opening for a minute before it snaps shut. He wanted to ask why, after all this time he chooses now, when he was on his way out to say such a thing. "Thanks...Dad." His father nods, a little sadly Seokjin notices, and he takes his hand, giving a soft squeeze. "I'll keep in touch." 「 ──────── 」 Seokjin walks around you, his hand brushing yours as he places the opened bottle of wine and what was left of it in his fridge. Once the boys had left, Seokjin noticed the quiet of his house without the loud sound of Hoseok's laugh or Taehyung and Jeongguk bickering over who got the last of the grilled pork. Seokjin had been feeling light all night, weight finally lifted off his shoulders, surrounded by the people he held close to his heart, and you, closer still. He didn't want to think too much, headache eased but still present, as he swayed you slightly, standing behind you as you washed the dishes. Your soft giggle reaches his ears when his lips pressed against your neck, hands gripping your hips and squeezing gently. Your head drops back against his shoulder, a sigh leaving you, "You're distracting." Seokjin hums noncommittally, mouth sucking light bruises against your flesh, "This dress is distracting," And it was, soft blue cotton clinging to your form, swaying with your every movement and Seokjin had caught himself staring at your legs halfway through dinner. He leans over you, shutting off the tap and ignoring your little groan as he spun you around. "I wanna finish washing those, you know." Even as you said this, you made no move to stop him as he kisses you, tongue finding yours instantly. "Why do those when you could be doing me?" Seokjin whines, pulling away from you, his forehead resting against yours. He tugs at the end of your skirt lightly, hand straying, sliding up your thigh. He pulls you away from the sink, walking backwards and almost tripping, much to his embarrassment. You laugh, taking his hand and leading the way instead. He watches the way your hips sway enticingly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. When you got to his bedroom, Seokjin had you up against the door, legs around his waist, his hand in your hair as he tugged. He groans against your neck, pressing his straining bulge against your core, hissing through his teeth at your moan. He pulls away from you, setting you on your feet, "Fuck, take that off." His fingers fumble with the zipper at the back of your dress, tugging it down so you could step out of it. He swears softly at the sight of you, staring up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, kiss swollen bottom lip caught between your teeth. He kisses you softly, gently, a hand cupping your cheek, the other, making it's way under the waistband of your panties. He groans at the wetness he found there, fingers sliding easily against your folds, smirking at the way your hips buck forward, your moan a plea against his lips. "Eager, pretty girl?" Seokjin hums, teeth nipping at your earlobe just as his fingers slipped inside your heat. Your mouth sucks at his pulse, soft moans making his knees weak and his cock throb in his jeans. You pulled away first, and Seokjin watches with a heavy gaze as you sink to your knees, his hand finding your hair when your fingers unbuttoned his jeans. He drags his bottom lip through his teeth, watching you pull his cock out, he sighs at your touch, fingers trailing lightly up his shaft to the leaking red tip. Pink tongue darting out for a taste and Seokjin groans, grip in your hair

tightening a little, "Don't tease." Your warm breath ghosting over the head of his cock had him twitching in your grip, your lips wrapping around him a second later. "Shit." Seokjin braces his weight against the door, palm against it as your head bobbed between his legs, and Seokjin knew he wouldn't last long in the heat of your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder. Hips jerking forward when you swallowed around him and he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling tingles running up his spine and the way his stomach tensed. "Fu-- stop. Baby stop." You pull away with a giggle as his chest heaved and he counts to ten, trying his damnedest not to bust his load right then. His groan a little high pitched when you flicked your tongue against him, thighs tensing up. He pulls you up by your arms, shuffling awkwardly to his bed with his jeans constricting his movement. He shucks them off, legs tangling in his haste, the view of you blocked momentarily as he pulled his shirt over his head. Missing you sliddling your underwear off to throw on the floor. You scoot up the bed when Seokjin crowds your space, pressing kisses and bruises against the soft skin of your chest. Rutting his hips forward, dragging his cock against your slick folds. You fingers tangle in his hair, chest rising and falling quickly. Seokjin smirks, his bottom lip already red and swollen, found its way between his teeth as his eyes left yours to look at the mess he's made of you. With his thumb he kept his cock in place, hips rolling in a slow, torturous pace and your eyes fluttered close when the head of his cock brushed your clit. "Fuck, Jin ple--" Your words trailed off as Seokjin finally pushed in, taking his time to savour the feel of your walls fluttering around him. His lips parts, releasing a moan that had you clenching tightly and him cursing. Seokjin sets a slow pace, it was more of a slow grind than measured thrusts. His hands trailing up to grip your hips, bottom lip held prisoner between his teeth as he savoured the feel. He leans down, pressing a firm kiss to your swollen lips, stopping his movements briefly. "You ready?" He whispers, his mouth an inch away from yours, large hand now gripping your thigh. You nod as eagerly as you could without knocking your forehead against his. Seokjin kisses you again, gently nipping at your bottom lip, before he leans back and sets a punishing pace. He watches your eyes roll back, fingers curling into the dark sheets, a moan of name had him gripping your thighs harder. "Oh fuck, yes baby girl. Fuck, yeah say my name like that." He groans, hips snapping against yours, you hiccup a moan, the sound broken in two by Seokjin's thrust. He could feel you squeezing so tightly around him, the pitch of your moans rising in his ears. You're whimpering, sweet, needy moans against his lips, fingers tight in his hair, your hips meeting his thrusts halfway. He slots his hand between you, fingers rubbing in quick circles against your clit, grunting when your pussy clenched. "Wanna come, sweet girl? Hmm?" "Y-yeah," You bite down on your bottom lip, thighs squeezing tightly around his waist. Seokjin groans, chasing his high with you, not bothering with the sweat that dripping into his eyes, hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. You suck in a sharp breath, high pitched moan following as your body tensed and shuddered, walls tightening. "That's it -- Fuck, yes. Good girl. Fuck." Seokjin couldn't keep his pace, thrusting hard and deep, whispered warning a precursor to his end. He barely manages to get the words out before he stilled, painting your insides with his cum. His arm beside your head struggles to hold his weight as he trembled above you. He milked his cock with a few lazy, shallow thrusts, leaning down to press kisses to wherever he could reach. "I love you," He murmurs against your skin as your run your fingers through his damp hair, words repeated back softly with a light laugh. Seokjin laid half awake later that night, contented with the way everything had fallen into place like a

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